#and cheering him on when he misgendered or attacked people

[troonwolf]

Happy for him and he was definitely exploited but his actions were also instrumental in fuelling the antagonism and laws against trans people in the UK. I’d like to see him take responsibility for that and work towards correcting the misinformation he spread throughout his time as a TERF. Irreparable damage was done to trans rights in the UK and that doesn’t just go away.

You walk into the house, destroy all the furniture, leave, then you come back with “sorry my friends peer pressured me to destroy all the furniture :)” and then sit down in the wreckage not bothering to clean it up.

[pashterlengkap]

Protestors threatened to ruin this Idaho county’s first Pride, but the community came together

When Tom Wheeler set out to help organize Canyon County, Idaho’s first Pride event, he envisioned a small picnic in a park in Nampa, where he volunteers at an LGBTQ+ drop-in center. It would be a small event open to everyone. But Canyon County’s first Pride was not small and had 700 feet of six-foot-tall metal fencing and a police barricade. The event drew a crowd of thousands of people and featured food trucks, drag entertainers, and a stage. Related Idaho passes law requiring teachers to misgender trans students The state’s governor has signed numerous anti-trans laws. It was also highly controversial, the mayor of Nampa said that Pride events conflicted with her beliefs, and residents of Nampa said it should be protested. Never Miss a Beat Subscribe to our newsletter to stay ahead of the latest LGBTQ+ political news and insights. Subscribe to our Newsletter today Though it was never completely safe to be a gay person in the United States, the Obama-era optimism of marriage equality and Pride Celebrations as parties are gone. Thanks to rising homophobia and transphobia, Pride events are now commonly threatened and protested. There have been 1,800 anti-LGBTQ+ bills introduced nationwide, and the State Department recently issued a warning about terrorist attacks during Pride celebrations. Wheeler and fellow volunteer, Van Knapp, who lives in Nampa, decided to plan a Pride celebration together for the community. But what they originally intended to be a small picnic in the park for about 50 people grew into a gathering for 2,000, with the pair receiving $18,000 in donations. The Washington Post reports that “there were no explicit threats of violence” against the event, but before the event, Wheeler said that he received a call in which someone told him, “My family’s been here since 1901. This is God’s country. You’re not welcome here.” His uncle told him he should wear a bulletproof vest. Instead, he opted for a cowboy hat and a pink T-shirt. Even the mayor of Nampa spoke out, releasing a statement in May that reminded people that, while the First Amendment protects the right for the group to assemble in public, she personally doesn’t agree with Pride. “While this event does not reflect the personal beliefs and convictions of myself, the Nampa City Council, and many living in Nampa who have already reached out to us requesting it be canceled, the advice of our legal counsel was that the City of Nampa must recognize the protected first amendment rights of those scheduling and involved in this event,” Nampa Mayor Debbie Kling said. For their safety, Wheeler waited until the day before to announce the drag performers and offered them the option to drop out of the event, which they declined. “I’m just excited to show a little brown kid what I would have loved to see,” a queen named Percephone Bias said. The day of saw protests: some people stood outside and held signs that read “Appeal to Heaven” or stood near the entrance wearing Make America Great Again hats. About ten Liberty Dogs, a far-right group, stood at the barricades around the event with guns. But by 1:45 p.m., the event was at occupancy, and even more so, a 1,000-foot line of people was waiting to get in. While Wheeler was initially worried about getting shut down for having too many people, the fire chief told him that “the crowd is a good thing! It’s good to see this here in Nampa.” By the time the drag performers started, the Liberty Dogs were gone. The nine queens who lived in Canyon County, who had never gotten to perform in their hometowns, were cheered for and celebrated by a massive crowd. The celebration ended with a proposal: a man from Nampa went on stage and asked his boyfriend to marry him, who said yes. Wheeler told Inman that he “would totally categorize the event as peaceful and a step in the right direction for civil liberties for LGBTQ folks in Idaho.” http://dlvr.it/T8n8l2

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

➳ macaroni encheese profile!

art done by @shimmeryspark​!

Macaroni Encheese—

Macaroni Encheese is a third-year student in Heartslabyul. They’re shallow, cheerful, and relatively easygoing. Despite their happy-go-lucky attitude, they have an incredibly selfish streak when it comes to romantic love.

“Is this about Schoenheit? No? Then I’ve lost interest.”

Appearance—

Macaroni has wavy, shoulder length black hair. They have black eyes with heart accents.

They typically wear the standard Heartslabyul uniform. When out of uniform though, they can be seen in a white button-down with the first button undone, short overalls, and a black choker. 

Personality—

Simple-minded and perky, Macaroni is the perfect example of a bimbo. With nothing but hot people, yummy junk food, and true love on their mind, they’re easy to approach but hard to entertain for long periods of time.

Deeply enamored with the Pomefiore dorm leader, they’ll stop at nothing to gain his attention. While Vil doesn’t seem to mind their antics, he’s adamant that their one true love isn’t him and gently attempts to steer towards someone else. Macaroni still has yet to take the hint.

Background—

Macaroni insists that they’re your average Night Raven College Student. They have loving parents and a younger sister they dote on. They seem unwilling to divulge any further information about their family and when talk of the Royal Sword Academy arises, Macaroni has a habit of removing themself as quickly as possible.

Macaroni is actually Neige Leblanche’s older cousin. The two were recently reunited, but the third-year remains cold to Neige’s attempts to connect with them. The reason for doing so is because Macaroni is aware of Vil’s rivalry with Neige and tries not to associate with Neige so that Vil won’t think differently of them.

Unique Magic—

Macaroni’s unique magic is called “Lovezone Circus”. Macaroni creates a magical barrier in the appearance of a circus and can absorb any magical attacks aimed at it. Lovezone Circus cannot absorb magic that is stronger than Macaroni’s. Only those who are in love, whether they are aware of it or not, are the only ones who can enter the circus.

Technical Information—

Japanese: マカロニ・エンチーズ

Romaji: Makaroni Enchizu

Other Name(s):

Clownfish (Floyd)

Child of cheese (Malleus)

Biographical Information—

Gender: N/A (they/them)

Age: 18 

Birthday: 06/18

Star sign: Gemini

Height: 154 cm (~5’1”)

Eye color: Black

Hair color: Black

Homeland: Land of Pyroxene

Family: Parents, younger sister

Professional Status—

Dorm: Heartslabyul

School Year: Third

Class: 3-D, student no. 7

Occupation: Student

Club: N/A

Best Subject: N/A

Fun facts—

Dominant hand: Right

Favorite food: Cheesy pasta

Least favorite food: Celery

Dislikes: Being misgendered

Hobby: Messing around on their phone

Talent: Keysmashing

Trivia—

Macaroni is twisted from macaroni and cheese. Their symbol on the coffin is a jester’s hat, in reference to their unique magic.

Macaroni owns a plethora of clown themed merchandise. They own a pair of clown shoes that Vil gifted to them for their birthday, a hot pink clown car with an enigmatic provenance, and a disgusting number of clown outfits. 

Macaroni was originally supposed to be an RSA student, but upon finding out that Vil had been accepted into NRC, they swapped schools.

They have a marriage pact with Cater until they’re 33. Macaroni doesn’t take it seriously. On the other hand, Cater seems to handle it with much more weight.

Relationships—

Cater: Best friends and holds a marriage pact together. Doesn’t recognize Cater’s feelings. From the same hometown.

Jack: From the same hometown.

Vil: One-sided infatuation towards Vil. From the same hometown.

Malleus: Begrudging friends. Classmates.

Trein: From the same hometown.

Vargas: From the same hometown.

[endobiologist]

Trans Guy Tips #6; A GUIDE FOR ALLIES: ON HOW TO TREAT TRANS PEOPLE RESPECTFULLY, FROM A TRANS MAN HIMSELF

1. Just simply treat us like regular human beings. This means don't be assholes, and don't be fetishizers.

Trans people are just like anyone, their brain just happened to form in a different way than their body did in the womb.

If you treat them with the same respect that you treat everyone else, you're doing right.

Don't be that person who asks if they had surgery, and what their genitals look & looked like, and all those personal questions that are maaaybe well meaning but come off creepy as fuck.

2. Take their name & pronouns seriously!!

If someone is trans, even if they don't look like the gender they are, try not to ever misgender them.

This can be mental anguish for a lot of people who are trans.

There are a lot of trans people who look perfect, yes, but there are also a lot of trans people who don't pass whatsoever.

If you just support the beautiful trans people and not the unconventionally attractive ones, that counts as transphobia because it implies they're not real men / women unless they look like them exactly.

And it's okay if you mess up on their pronouns and/or name sometimes, it's just an accident.

The only time you're an asshole is if you're doing it on purpose to be mean.

3. Ask questions!

The most important thing you can do is gain as much knowledge on the subject as you can.

Do this by researching yourself, and also by talking to the person, and asking them about any questions or confusions you have.

Almost all of the time no one minds being asked, and you are in fact showing you respect them and want to know how to show them your respect.

4. A nice thing to do that's become very popular as of late, is when meeting someone, asking their pronouns.

Such as she/her/hers, he/him/his, and they/them/theirs.

This way you never misgender someone by accident, and it shows that you're friendly to those who are trans.

You can even support this movement yourself by not only doing this, but also putting your own pronouns in your biography on social media, spreading the likelihood of people putting more in, which means way more people get gender fulfilled and makes it a common thing to give strangers respect of their gender!

5. This is yet the most important rule of all.

Don't be a coward.

Stand up to injustice when you see it, no matter what.

If a trans or gay or otherwise LGBT+ person is being bullied, attacked, r*ped, or anything of the sort, either help them yourself quickly or get help for them as soon as possible, and speak up loudly, protecting them whilst also not drowning out their own voice and their experiences. I've known some trans people who have cried after I defended them online from hateful people, and as a fellow trans person I know that feeling.

The feeling of someone having your back,even a stranger, can mean so much.

Also stand up for LGBT+ people even when no one is listening. Even when a single person that's LGBT+ isn't there.

Stand up for them always, not just conditionally.

This rule is important to me personally, due to one of my ex-best friends, at the time best friend, letting me get harshly abused verbally by someone who is transphobic in their family, and they stood around and did nothing whilst I cried.

That's pretty much a textbook case of what not to do. Lol.

6. When you notice they're feeling dysphoric about their bodies, try and remind them of the traits that they like and the traits that they will have in the future (if they go on HRT that is)

things like calling them 'handsome', 'dude', 'bro', 'milady', 'miss', all these different nicknames can be cathartic for trans people who might have never been called those terms before, or very rarely.

Obviously you're not expected to know every whim of your trans friend, or any friend, but if you see them actively upset, this is a very sweet thing to do that can cheer them up very quickly.

7. Even if you do not understand it at all, and can't comprehend the transgender concept whatsoever, please try your best to think of where your loved one is coming from.

Sometimes it's hard to see the pain they go through, so you may assume nothing is going on, and that they're going through a phase, or faking it, but that is usually very untrue/unlikely.

And even if they are going through a phase, if you support them, that will make all the difference and they'll remember that the rest of their lives, even if they do grow out of it, which is extremely rare so it's unlikely in the first place.

What matters is having each other's backs, even if not understanding everything.

Not everything is meant to be understood by everyone. People come from wildly different generations and cultural backgrounds and it makes sense that it would be hard for some, but it,'s so important to try!

8. This is a small, cute optional thing, but if they're in the closet and unable to use their real name anywhere, try taking them somewhere like Starbucks where they get to have their name written on their cup.

I know that might sound funny, but it was one of my favourite moments in my life when I saw my new name correctly on my Starbucks cup.

Little things like that can really boost your mood!

Just a random thought, but I thought I'd add it in.

9. If you're close with them, make sure they practise self-care and wellbeing.

Trans people are known especially to have very high suicide rates, over 50% of trans people have attempted suicide, so it's extremely important to make sure your trans friend is as supported as possible, so that they always have people to fall back on.

If needed, remind them to take showers, remind them to eat, and sleep, things like that.

This one mainly has to do with if you live with the person and know them well.

But even people you don't know them well, you can suggest self-care practises to them, or even put together a little care package of self care products, but make sure they're all natural!

10. A good way to train to use their pronouns and name correctly, is to think of them in your mind hard, and then repeat their new name and pronouns in your brain or aloud with the picture of them in your mind over and over for as long as you need every day or so.

Eventually this association will become so strong you'll automatically get it every time!

11. Most importantly, just be there for people in need.

Stand up for those without a voice, whilst giving them a voice. If you're one of the people out there who is not LGBT+ in any way, but is making an effort to learn about us,

I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

People like you are extravagantly rare, and so kind. And it definitely means you have an open badass mind.

Anyway, that concludes this article, please comment your thoughts!

Many more articles about being transgender I'll write in the future, and I'll post the ones I write soon.

Please feel free to check back at my account to see if I write any new ones or additions to previous articles!

Thank you for reading.

- Atom T. L. Yorke

[wish-i-wasnt-a-coward]

Everything and Nothing

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Pairings: Eventual LAMP, Demus

Warnings: Food mention, spacing out, loss of ability to read, mild negative self talk, guilt, mentions of a bully, mentions of intentional misgendering, cursing

Word Count: 1,214

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Logan was trying to read. He really was, usually, he was very good at reading and chose to do it recreationally. He could focus on the words and tune out the clutter that was the rest of the world. The book would take him to a place where his parents were proud of him, where he could sit still for longer than a minute, where Virgil was comfortable and Patton talked about his feelings. But not today. 

He was stuck. The sentence just didn’t make sense, there was no way to explain it without sounding like a complete lunatic, but Logan had temporarily lost the ability to read. ‘Not the best thing to happen in the middle of AP English’ Logan thought with a sigh, bouncing his leg at a ridiculously fast pace.

With nothing better to do Logan looked around the classroom. The week's homework was up on the whiteboard. Frankenstein’s monster, the book they were reading, was written in lovely cursive (which Logan also couldn’t read) at the top. Closer to Logan, Patton sat reading. They had worked so hard to get into this class, and Logan was very proud of them. 

School didn’t come easily to Patton, the way it did to Logan. But they were one of the smartest people Logan knew. They were invariably there for their friends, they knew what to say when Virgil was having an anxiety attack and knew what to do when Logan was overstimulated or having a meltdown. They understood emotions like Logan understood math. Logan would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit jealous. 

Logan was so zoned out he didn’t even realize that Mr. Flores had moved to stand next to his desk until the teacher spoke. 

“Hey, Logan'' the man whispered with a smile, “are you alright?” Logan looked up at him, “um, I’m having a bit of trouble reading right now, it's ok though I can just read this chapter for homework as well.” he replied with an awkward smile. “Oh don’t worry kid, I know what that's like, give me a second '' after a moment Mr. Flores returned with a small box and headphones. “Here, you can listen to the book and do the assignment at the same time instead of reading” Logan took it with wide eyes, “You know how to work these things?” Mr. Flores asked, “Uh yeah, thank you!” the young boy said, quickly sliding on the headphones. 

Patton looked back at him and smiled their angelic smile. Logan involuntarily smiled back and began working on the assignment. 

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By the time the class was over Logan’s head had cleared considerably. Patton, of course, had checked on him as soon as they had a moment. Logan was quick to reassure them that he was fine. Both of them thanked any god that may be up there for Mr. Flores. Knowing that without proper action Logan’s light zoning out could quickly turn into a dissociation episode. 

Patton was kicking themselves for not noticing sooner. And Logan was feeling like a burden. Neither enjoyed their next two classes. 

When lunch period rolled around the glasses gays were hoping that the day may improve for them. Roman had been joining the group during lunch break, and though she and Virgil weren’t yet quite as friendly as the others were, it was always nice to see him. 

Logan walked through the crowded lunchroom. He let muscle memory take over as he sidestepped the popular cliques, slipping into a chair at their usual table next to Virgil.  Bumping knees with the boy to alert him of Logan’s presence without scaring him. 

Virgil didn’t even look up, handing Logan an earbud for the BuzzFeed Unsolved video he was watching. Logan happily accepted scooting closer to the angsty teen. 

They were quite the pair. Most of the school was used to the odd friend group. But in many situations, it is not common to see a boy with purple emo bangs, baggy clothes, and heavy black makeup sitting shoulder to shoulder with an uptight nerd who wore ties to school. 

But it gets even odder, as the fluffy, happy, sunshine child slides next to the emo reaching over to turn on the close captions. Along with them, one of the two new kids, the one who wore a red trench coat to school, watched over their shoulders. 

Despite their oddness, they were important parts of the school’s hierarchy. Patton was the head of the cheer-leading squad and had turned the naturally misogynistic club into a safe space of sorts. Logan was the head of the debate team, this was a very popular club to watch after school. Because he would become very passionate about even the smallest subjects, and when the subjects weren’t small he was known to become violent. Which was entertaining, to say the least. Virgil was less involved than the other two, opting for running the small art program. He volunteered during his study hall and after school some days, helping the art teacher. 

The new kid had very quickly established herself as an immense theater nerd and had won the heart of the chemistry teacher who ran the theater program, Mr. Sanders. The cast and crew had also quickly accepted Roman as a part of the team. 

But despite the friends that the four had outside of their group, they opted for each other. If you asked Patton, they would say that it was because they were “bestest friends”, Logan would go on a rant about how they balanced each other out well, Roman would say that it was destiny that brought them together, and Virgil would mumble something about how queers always found each other. 

Of course, not everyone liked this, and there were people that even Patton would punch in the face if given the chance. 

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The video came to a dramatic end and Virgil let his head fall against Logan’s shoulder. Roman and Patton were teasing each other about something while eating their lunches. He could tell from the look in Logan and Pat’s eyes that it had been a tiring morning for the two of them. It had been a rough morning for him as well. 

The bitchiest bitch of them all, Greg had been in both his Math and history class this year. How he got into AP math, Virgil will never know. He was a bigoted fuck and as dumb as a rock. Those two things, unsurprisingly, often went hand in hand.

He had a lovely habit of misgendering Patton and Virgil. It was difficult for Virgil to see his best friend bullied like that and was tempted to tell someone. But for the most part, he just physically and verbally harassed Virgil. Hopefully drawing attention from the others. 

If L and Ro ever found out about Greg there would, without a doubt be bloodshed. The two of them could get in trouble, or hurt, or killed, and it would be all Virgil's fault. So he kept quiet about it. He had to. 

Logan gently wrapped an arm around Virgil pulling him back down to earth. “Are you alright Verge?” he muttered. Virgil just nodded burying his face further into Logan’s chest. He felt Lo hum in response, continuing his lunch one-handed. 

[gacy-lajla]

karasuno x trans!reader

warnings: accidental and intended misgendering, transphobic comments like twice and probably a curse or two

summary: after outing yourself as a trans man you were forced to live with your uncle Ittetsu Takeda and transfer schools

a/n: heya i’ve been binge watching haikyuu this past month or less (currently through half of season 4) and i just really really wanted to read some content where the reader is transgender!! i’m agender (they/them or he because we don’t have neutral pronouns where i live)

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Training started just like always, after a quick warm up everyone got back to improving on their skills. The team worked like clockwork as they practised as a group – of course not leaving out a little banter here and there. Coach Ukai was currently talking outside with Takeda which was nothing too out of the ordinary. The team was used to depend on themselves and coordinate accordingly. What they didn’t expect was for the two absentees to enter with a third person again. You. Tanaka and Nishinoya were the first to react, curiosity making the served ball drop.

“Is that a new manager?” Nishinoya’s eyes lit up as he took in the figure of the new person – Karasuno sure was lucky in that regard, it seemed.

“She looks cute, but not as cute as our Kiyoko!”, Tanaka added in, standing next to the Libero.

The other players attention was on you shortly after, taking your presence in before Sugawara scolded the two friends for being distracted that easily and to keep their eyes on the ball. They were about to resume when Takeda called for everyone’s attention. Quickly gathering around the coach, the teacher and the newcomer they bowed their heads in greeting, just as you did.

Harshly giving you two pats on your left shoulder blade Ukai made you step forward with himself, giving you a reassuring smile in the process. You rubbed your cold hands together, nervousness taking over your body as all eyes were now set on you. Catching on quickly the man introduced you to the team himself.

“Everyone, this is (y/n), a third year. He recently transferred to this school and will be joining our team from now on, I expect you to be respectful towards him.”

You bowed again giving a small “pleased to meet you”, thankful that Ukai spared you of making a fool out of yourself by tripping over your own words. After that you got a short introduction from everyone, trying your best to remember their names immediately but that wasn’t really your forte so you just told yourself you’d pay attention to the others calling each other’s names.

After that you warmed yourself up to join them in the actual training. During that time you couldn’t help but listen in on some of the conversations as there wasn’t much else to focus on.

“Isn’t that a girl? Why is she training with the boys?”

“Yeah, wouldn’t it be better if she just joined the girl’s training?”

“I heard that she’s actually a he.”

You didn’t pay attention to who was talking – they seemed not to be part of the volleyball club – but it sure hit you in the most vulnerable of all places. Just until recently you had been playing with the girls from your former school. You actually transferred because, after coming out as trans, you have been excluded from any gendered club activities as the authority was unsure about how to handle a case such as yourself. There were also some actions inside of school which convinced you that your former school was not the ideal place for you to stay at. Not only that but your parents sent you to stay with your uncle – Ittetsu Takeda – because obviously you were ungrateful towards them. Not that you really mind, he’s much nicer and way more understanding – well, still in the process of understanding, but at least he’s trying his best, which was nice.

“It’s weird calling someone with boobs ‘he’.”

Your jog slowed down, your mind trying to focus on suppressing tears that threatened to appear. Taking a deep breath you gained some tempo again before taking a stop next to the coach again.

“I think I’ve warmed up enough, am I supposed to just… join them?”

Ukai nodded so you continued to walk towards the line waiting to receive their spikes. In your old team you didn’t really have a set position, rotating it around inside the group as the sport wasn’t taken too seriously. Though opponents were cautious of you every time you went out on an attack you had to admit that you had more fun in a defensive position, receiving the ball was one of the best feelings you could imagine while playing on the field. But when it came to skill you would probably be considered an all-rounder.

It didn’t take long until it was your turn to hit the ball – two setters being present making progress like clockwork. You got a pass from a grey haired boy, Sugawara if you remembered correctly. It was easy to remember him, he just had a sweet aura about him which made it easy to remember his name. The moment the ball hit your hand and the ground on the opposite side of the net immediately after, silence befell the room. The Libero didn’t manage to get the ball by a hairs width. Turning towards the setter you nervously played with your hands.

“Could you try to pass the ball a little higher next time? I might not be the tallest person but I can jump pretty high.”

After a brief silence a smile flashed on his face – which you immediately returned -, giving you a thumbs up. “Sure!”

Moving out of the way a boy about your height came up to you, looking at you with bright and sparkling eyes. You didn’t remember his name but you were quite sure he was a first year.

“Can you show me how you did that? When did you learn that?”

You were stunned into silence for a second, wondering what he could possibly mean. He must’ve meant your spike, right? You’ve noticed that they tended to spike their balls quite far which you didn’t – a force of habit since in your old team your teammates struggled to get the ball higher up most of the time. Rubbing the back of your neck nervously you chuckled a bit.

“Well, my old team didn’t really have a setter that managed to keep the ball at the perfect height every time so I had to adapt, I guess? So when I jump too high I just try to get the ball on the other side as close to the net as possible. It took me some time not to touch the net in the process but with enough training it just happens less frequently.”

“Woah, that’s so cool! Do you mind staying after training so you can show me, please?”

“Sure, I don’t see why not.”

After that you got quite comfortable with Sugawara’s sets which never seemed to falter. It finally felt like you were playing volleyball with people who shared the same enthusiasm as yourself which was a nice change. After a few more turns everyone was gathered again. The coach announce that you’d be playing one set before packing up for the day.

The opposing team consisted of Daichi, Sugawara, Tanaka, Kinoshita, Hinata, Yamaguchi and Nishinoya. You were teamed up with Asahi, Ennoshita, Narita, Kageyama and Tsukishima. To be honest, you really hoped you’d end up with the setter you’ve been training with already but that wishful thinking should apparently be denied. You wondered if the coach did it on purpose because he noticed you avoiding the other setter until now? Whatever it was there was no time to complain, not that you actually would.

You started in the back left – thankfully not serving the ball as you struggled most with it. You always made little mistakes, if it was throwing the ball too high or too low, but most commonly not noticing that you stepped over the line. Yes, when you hit the ball you usually hit it hard but if it didn’t reach the other side of the net or flew into the out there was no use to it.

The whistle ripped you out of your thoughts, focusing on the game. Yamaguchi had the first serve. It seemed like the ball was heading straight for Ennoshita next to you but in the last moment it drifted off to the side towards you. Noticing this you quickly sprang into action, diving for the ball. Despite managing to touch it there was no way of it to be saved, the first point going to the opposite team. That had to be a jump float serve! Impressed you looked at the boy breathing a quiet ‘woah’ before resuming your position. Ennoshita turned toward you as well.

“You react quick, I’m sure we’ll get the next one!”

You smiled at him, nodding.

The next serve was easier to react to as Yamaguchi failed to hit the ball right, resulting in Ennoshita successfully receiving. Next thing you knew your teams setter passed the ball towards the guy with the ponytail in front of you, spiking the ball with confidence only to be received by Daichi.

“Good spike!”, you cheered the guy in front of you, receiving a shy ‘thanks’ in return.

The other team struggled a little with the received ball, the second touch not reaching the setter resulting in a successful block from the tall blonde with the glasses, earning your first point. Encouraging words were exchanged and your team rotated its players clockwise, you now standing in the front left, ponytail standing to your right and Ennoshita behind you, Narita having the next serve. His hit seemed a little unstable but ended up rolling over the net, earning you yet another point.

His next serve seemed more intentional but was easily received by Daichi once more, passing the ball to Sugawara who set the ball nicely for Tanaka, but the tall blonde managed to touch the ball taking a direct course towards Narita once again who passed the ball towards your setter. You took the opportunity to run forward, either receiving the ball or distracting the other players – you assumed that he’d play to the ponytail guy again since the middle blocker was smaller by a few heads and thus less likely to block the ball. Sugawara, opposite of you, kept you covered, not joining the small redhead. And just as you predicted ponytail got the ball. What took you a little by surprise was the height the first year student reached, he was easily on par with you. But that didn’t help as a point was scored nonetheless.

The game went on, a head to head game. Your team had 12 points while the opponents had 14. You had scored none of the points, the setter not having played once in your direction. It bugged you, yes, but you also tried to be mindful. You’ve never had any interaction with that guy so it would be hard for both of you to get used to one another, possibly making you lose more points than you would gain.

You nervously fiddled with the volleyball in your hands. It was time for your first serve and your gut was telling you something really bad was about to happen. You’d definitely screw this one up. You really wished you’d practised your serves a little more now. If you didn’t jump you probably wouldn’t be able to score at all because you knew from experience that your standing serves always ended in home runs. Gulping down whatever was blocking your airway the moment you heard the whistle you took a deep breath before throwing the ball. Taking a few quick steps you jumped, dread filling you the moment you hit the ball with all of your might. It wouldn’t be high enough.

Oh no.

A loud thud was heard and the person in front of you stumbled a little forward, holding the back of his head before falling to his knees. Panicked you rushed towards the setter, the looming silence making you wince with every squeaky step you took.

“I’m so, so incredibly sorry! Are you okay? I didn’t mean to hit you like that-”

You cut yourself off the moment the dark haired setter whipped his head around and glared at you. Taking a few steps back others rushed to his side, helping him up asking if he was alright. Reassuring them that he was alright everyone went back to their positions, albeit reluctantly. And not like this situation was humiliating enough already, the moment the coach spoke up you really wanted to be swallowed by the ground.

“(y/n), you stepped over the line.”

You felt your soul leave your body, Asahi, now to your left tried to assure you that everything was alright. But for the rest of the game you didn’t dare call out for the ball once, not having scored once in the end despite winning by a narrow margin. You really feel like you’ve fucked up this one.

After cleaning up you quickly threw on a sweater to keep yourself warm. You were about to call out to you uncle to wait for you when something quick made you stop abruptly. It was Hinata.

“Do you still don’t mind showing me that spike you did? It was really awesome and I want to see it again!”

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a/n: thank you for reading! I’m not sure how i want to continue this, i might just turn this into one overall thing with no focus on one character (i’d probably write something similar for other schools as well) or i might split off from here so there would be different ‘routes’ (also including other schools! as in karasuno reader and kuroo, bokuto, akaashi or whoever)

feedback regarding this would be nice :0 have a nice morning, day, evening or night <3

[cottoncandyjester]

heyo I was wondering if I could have some tendou comfort sex for a transgender y/n (ftm) who got deadnamed/misgendered and feel rlly bad about it? just tendou praising them and telling them how valid and handsome they are ♡♡ tysm!!

Oh as a trans man I felt like this was personal

this made me feel all warm and nice so thank you for asking for such a thing💖

[D/N]= dead name

Warning this story contains: wholesome sex, tendou being goofy during sex, praise, slight angst in the beginning

A normal date, it was supposed to be a normal date. You and Tendou went out for boba then walked around the mall hands laced together while the redhead was telling you some story about work

"so he ordered a custom made chocolate to look like babydicks and I was like oh alright cool but he wanted the inside to be cream filled and I didn't know what to say! Like what am I supposed to say when this big guys looks me in my eyes and tell me that he wants three dozen baby dic-"

"hey! [D/N]!"

Tendou's very amusing story was interrupted by a loud voice along with loud footsteps before you could react you felt a sharp slap on your back and you turned around to see a familiar group of people

"yo! Girl where have you been!? After high school you completely just vanished"

You were tense your heart hammering in your chest as you looked at the faces of the people who made your life a living hell, yet here they were acting sweet and nice..they weren't even saying the right gender.

I wanna go home

Stop saying that name

Leave me alone

You weren't even listening as the group of friends ranted about your old high school days, you felt dizzy and like you wanted to puke and before you knew it you felt something wet on your cheeks.

"heyyy, you guys have been talking for a while and irs all been trash. So could you shut up?"

Tendou's voice snapped you out the panic attack you were in and you felt the male pull you close to his chest holding the back of your head tightly with an annoyed huff

"don't you idiots know gender? You've been saying her and she this whole time and using a weird name that's not his name..it's [y/n]!"

"huh? You changed your name, it's cause you wanna be like a boy? It's a lesbian thing yeah?"

Tendou tensed up and anger bubbled within him, he was going to make a scene but he felt you tugging his shirt which made him pause to look at you

"I wanna go, please satori"

That's all he needed to hear before he guided you away taking you home, the entire time you were silent which scared tendou since he couldn't get you to crack even a smile.

Once you two got home tendou watched you go to the room and he tried to think if a way to cheer you up and an idea came to him. He stripped before grabbing a can of whip cream before sneaking into the room only to burst it open and hear a loud surprised yelp from you

Your eyes landed on his dick before a sniffle came from you as you sat up

"not in the mood for banana sundae tori go away"

"come onnnn~ my cute boy don't want to have fun? [Y/n], babyyy"

His singsong like tone made you fight a smile as he crawled onto the bed before spraying whip cream in his mouth before making kissing noises while wrapping his arms around you rubbing his cream filled cheeks against yours before kissing you sharing the sweet treat with a french kiss

You pulled back laughing when tendou reached under your shirt and tickled your sides watching you curl up laughing before tendou grinned now shaking the whip cream once more

"there's my cutie! You know I love ya right? Those assholes today we're such jerks but I know you're my sweet handsome baby boy"

"s-satori-"

You felt tears in your eyes before bursting out laughing at the sight of tendou spraying whip cream up in the air randomly getting it all over his hair and chest

"what are you doing weirdo?!"

"hey! It's snow [y/n]!"

You were a laughing mess before hearing the whip cream can squirt signalling that it was empty so tendou tossed the can aside with a goofy shrug

"eh who needs that when I already have a sweet treat right here"

With that tendou kissed along your neck slipping your shirt off easily, now throwing it on the ground before he noticed you covering your chest with your arms

Tendou's eyes softened as he stared at you before softly moving your arms now kissing along your chest and down your stomach

"my handsome boyfriend, you're so cute and handsome its honestly unfair!"

He licked his lips as he started to pull your pants down but saw how nervous you looked so he slowed it down

"how about we keep it vanilla eh? Let me just show you how much I love you"

With a shaky nod you let him strip you down before he moved up pressing his forehead against yours now pushing inside you watching your face twist into bliss as he pushed deeper and deeper but he also made sure to be gentle since it was more about making love rather than feral fucking

"such a good boy, god I love you so much yknow that?"

"i-i love you too satori"

Tendou's thrusts were soft yet filled with pleasure he knew exactly where to hit to make you a moaning mess, hugging your body close to his as he whispered nothing but praise and love in your ear as his hands gripped your hips

"my perfect man, I don't care what anyone else says you're an amazing boy alright? [Y/n] I love you so damn much"

He couldn't help but chuckle at your small whines and moans muffled from your face buried into his shoulder. The sounds of the creaking bed, blissed out grunts, and tendou's hips slamming against yours filled the room as he kissed along your neck his words of praise being neverending even as his climax grew close

"I'm going to cum, cum with me babyboy, be a good boy and cum with me"

His command was all you needed as he gave one final thrusts soon filling you up as you tightened against him and had your own very intense climax, as the two of you started to come down from the high of orgasm a single thought crossed your mind

"s-satori?"

"hmm?"

"thank you, for that"

Tendou cracked a huge grin before he squeezed your cheeks together now smothering your face in sloppy wet kisses earning your laughter

"how did you get sooooo cute! [Y/N] you're the cutest boyfriend in the whole wide world!"

Hearing you laugh made his heart full of ease knowing that he can bring joy to your life no matter what anyone else says, a monster like him can make you smile.

[kaz3313]

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WARNING: Past Homphobia, Transphobia, and Police Brutality. Everything is tagged but just in case! And always, if you need anything tagged please ask me 💕

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"So... our new lead is in this pastry shop?" Beez questioned as they sat in one of the outside seats. They preferred outdoor to indoor, especially on cases.

 This one especially, since The Angel had an intricate set of rules but sometimes it felt like he was contradicting himself. The only true pattern was a brand was always found, but even then they had four cases related to The Angel of unbranded people. One was in pieces and Hastur had pointed out that one of the pieces could've very easily been branded but u  

"Well, before he was killed, Hastur figured that it was by another blunt object, he was seen buying a muffin," 

"Alright, so Angel was at the pastry shop-"

"Stabbington,"

"Ugh, you really like this bookshop angel, don't you?"

" Beez you wouldn't understand, he's just- Hey, his bookshop is across from here," Crowley pointed to the sign that said A. Z. Fell & Co. He rose from his chair, heading toward the shop. 

"Crowley, you can't go talk to your crush right now," Beez insisted, already shaking their head.

"Well guess who buys pastries all the time, he could be a witness," Crowley was the kind of snake that could get his way while tying it to the case at hand. This proved helpful thirty percent of the time and just a waste the other seventy percent.

 However, with this case, the Angel rarely left any leads which meant Beez would allow this without much hassle.

 The Bookshop, called A. Z. Fell & Co, would never be a place Beez thought Crowley would willingly go. It looked dusty, smelled musty, and while they couldn’t see very well into the windows they could see all the clutter. It obviously hadn’t been renovated in decades. Crowley knocked onto the nice, old, wooden doors and the two awaited any response.

 “Closed, as per the sig- Crowley! Oh my dear, it is so good to see you,” the bookshop angel opened the door and after the initial recognition gave a warm smile. Cheer radiated off of him.

 Beez always analyzed a person before they introduced themselves, it saves a lot of trouble. The man definitely mirrored his establishment; a soft, cloud haired, old fashioned (in clothes, style, and posture but Beez knew not in mind), and intelligent person. Perfect for running a bookshop, though, if he so chose, would be well suited as a professor or librarian. His posture was impeccable but he didn’t hold himself as if towered over everyone.

“Good to see you too, angel, and look I brought a friend! This is detective Beez,” Crowley was more enthusiastic than usual but Beez scarcely rolled their eyes. No, they watched the bookshop owner, who’s his blue eyes trailed to see Beez and his body stiffened up. He began to rub his pinky ring with his other hand.

 “ I am Aziraphale, owner of this shop. Crowley has told me so much about you, I thought he would tell me if he was bringing company. I’m afraid I didn’t prepare anything ahead of time, I hope you don’t view me as an awful host ” He gave a forced laugh but it had an abrupt end as it had an abrupt start.  His eyes darted back to Crowley and he suppressed a pout and instead gave him a smile.

 “Don’t worry, Aziraphale, I’m not here to stay long. Just to ask you about the bakery, and if you saw anything unusual.” 

 “Of course, here come in. I have plenty of room for us to sit,”  Almost immediately his nervousness vanished, as if it was a facade. Beez headed in, Crowley giddy beside them, but couldn’t feel at ease. Something did not bode well. 

                                                                *

He insisted on making them tea and when he hustled to the kitchen, and out of earshot, Beez leaned into their partner.

“Have you notizzed,” Beez asked, and based on Crowley’s brows furrowing together and his mouth twisting in a not-a-frown-but-not-smirk either showed he hadn’t.

 “ What’s wrong?” Crowley asked, his voice a little louder than what they hoped.

 “ He waz nervouz when he saw me,” Beez whispered hoping Crowley would catch on without them having to spell it out. Instead he got, irrationally, angry.

 “Beez, people haven’t been nice to him his entire life, and I don’t think cops have been on his list of people he could always trust,” Crowley spits out.

 “Shush! Voice down, idiot! He seemz real chummy with you, and we all know detectives are different from cops.”

 “Don’t get nickpicky with me! And he’s “chummy” with me cause I sssaved him!” Crowley hissed, as often as Beez ‘buzzed’ he’d ‘hiss’. 

 “You… saved him?” Beez couldn’t remember any case where Aziraphale was involved.

 “There… remember Barrison?” 

   How could one forget Barrison? He’d been an officer for five years and at first Beez only heard stupid little remarks. First it would be about their hair, then their lisp, if they’d found a ‘man yet’, and how ‘no one liked a girl who didn’t smile’. They made it explicitly clear that they were nowhere close to being a ‘girl’ or ‘women’ or whatever other term he used but Barrison hardly listened. It became more than little remarks when he started harassing Crowley for wearing a skirt. As much as Beez was annoyed when someone, purposely, misgendered them they found it much less tolerable when it happened to the people around them. He was a sleeze, and they were sure to remind everyone when he was at the scene or at their department. If his transphobia wasn’t enough, he was horridly homophobic and thought proudly annoancing annoying retoric in front of the forsensic departement was the best idea. Hastur had almost punched him right then and there. Beez tried to get him fired, or at least banned from their office.

 He was finally arrested after he was busted for selling evidence but he was found to have many other crimes as well.

 Most were assault and battery charges; Beez felt their blood curdle. 

 “He- That asshole,” Beez said. It was so easy to picture now, so easy to play the scenario like a movie. It would’ve been dead of night and before the bookshop owner knew he’d be attacked. And if he recognized him as an officer, well he would understand there would be very little chance for justice. So, the kind (because based on what Crowley said, Aziraphale was kind and based) man just took the beating. That is, until Crowley showed up. 

 “He was drunk as ever, no that that’s an excuse but made knocking him out a lot easier. Woke up, thought he’d just passed out, the prick. I found him right outside the shop, kicking a bloody heap. Can probably guess the rest,” Crowley said, he was still seething but not at Beez anymore. “I took Aziraphale inside, I told him that was the last straw. That he’d get justice.” 

The point was plain, the bookshop angel was a nervous wreck for reasons that Beez didn’t need to question.    

 They knew that was a weakness and a strength of thiers. They always expected the worst out of the situation; have a nervous, possible witness, and suddenly he becomes a suspect. On the reverse, it’s easy to see the annoying sleazy coworker become an angry violent villain who only shows his true nature when he thinks there will be no consequences.  

 “I- I won’t mention it again,” Beez said and gave his shoulder a squeeze. 

                                                                *

Back in the kitchen, the kettle almost boiling, Aziraphale listened on. Some of their voices were lost, which meant he’d check out the recordings later, but he understood the gist of the conversation.

 Anthony, sweet Anthony, was somewhat right. He did naturally get nervous around strangers, especially because of what that horrid man did to him (he tried not to think of his scars but he failed. The one left from the attack haunted him just like the others from previous incidents. When he remembered the scenario he could also remember the pain-). And he knew the cops would come knocking at his door eventually (fate or perhaps it was Her plan, She had a funny sense of humor at times) but to be seen as a possible ally? Well, he may have detested decievers, but he’d be stupid not to take the chance. 

 It was bittersweet, he thought as the kettle screamed, Crowley desperately trying to be a part of his life.  He just hoped he wouldn’t get hurt- Aziraphale wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he did.

 He poured the tea and closed his eyes in thought. He’d have to tread carefully moving forward but The Angel was nothing but careful; that’s why he hadn’t been caught. He was already thinking of a good way to get them poking in the wrong (well, in a way it was right) direction. Possibly an enemy could be taken down and The Angel wouldn’t even have to lift a finger.  

 London, and therefore his world, would be safe; that’s all that mattered.

[ripleyvansant]

LOCATION: Cade’s Room  DATE: November 21st  TIME: 4:45 PM TRIGGERS: gender stereotypes, internalized transphobia / transphobia (kinda?), misgendering (kinda?), addiction, food, panic attack, homophobia  MENTIONS: @cadxmitchell, @nguyenalanna, @averyneel, @caseyhxndrix, @inoahthingor2 CLOSED

          The road trip had been fun, even if it was long. Ripley enjoyed spending some quality time with Cade, Alanna, Casey, and Neel. He vowed to spend some more time with the two Foxes and Alanna, though would probably give it some time. It was almost strange not being in North Carolina for Thanksgiving. The Van Sant family had lots of traditions that he’d missed. His moms usually woke them up very early to watch the parade and Ripley helped peel potatoes and with some of the prep work while they watched the parade. They’d laugh and watch the performances and joke around until it was over. Then his siblings usually watched the dog show while he helped momma in the kitchen, which usually was filled with shenanigans, including wearing the net that came with the turkey as a hat, which always made his parents laugh. He didn’t want to admit to missing his parents, but he did. Ripley didn’t know how long he’d be mad at them and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stomach seeing him at Christmas if Marshall was invited to that too. He didn’t think he’d be able to stand not seeing his parents for that long. But he was trying not to think about that. 

          It was nice in a way to not feel some of that pressure that he felt at the thought of seeing Marshall. John and Lisa were also very nice and Ripley didn’t feel like he deserved any of their amazingness after leaving his own family on a holiday that was about thankfulness. His own family had done so much for him over the past three years that he appreciated them more than anything. Of course, Ripley told them that more than once a year, but as long as there was a holiday for it, he made it extra known that he loved them. There was just a gnawing feeling in his stomach at facing Marshall for a second time. He might have fooled Pip into believing that he’d changed and somehow his moms, but Ripley knew. He’d never change. He’d always be that asshole that left their family. To Ripley, he’d always be an ugly man, who thought hate was the right way to raise his children rather than accepting them for who they were. How any of his siblings could stomach being in the same room was beyond him. 

          As much as he tried not to think about them throughout the day, Ripley’s mind wandered to what they’d be doing at this time. He kept glancing down at his phone, thinking that maybe one of them would call or text him, but his phone remained silent. He knew his family was just getting through with dinner in a little, since they ate early so Pip and Kora could watch the football game. With a lull in the cooking, Ripley took a moment to sneak away for a moment alone with his thoughts. He put on a smiling face and probably was fooling most everyone -- probably not Cade, but everyone else. Ripley sat on the edge of Cade’s bed, looking around. There had always been a stark difference in their two sides and now it was even more apparent how different their tastes were. 

          Somehow, they still managed to get along with each other, for the most part. He bit down on his lip and pulled out his phone, almost tempted to call home. He just needed to hear his mom’s voice, it had been too long. There was a notification on his phone someone had tagged him in a photo album. He clicked on it, wondering if maybe someone had taken a photo of him here and he was just seeing the notification now. Or maybe Noah had tagged him in something since they were currently sending each other ridiculous memes over the week. But it wasn’t any of that. No, it was far worse than that and his heart almost dropped out of his chest when he saw who the notification was from. 

MARSHALL VAN SANT has tagged you in an album.

          Would this man just leave him alone? Ripley thought he at least deserved one break from whatever bullshit his father seemed to want to drag him into. He clicked the notification. There were pictures of his family throughout the day. Pip reading something on the couch. His moms looking at each other lovingly in the kitchen, while his momma was covered in flour. Kora leaning against the door frame looking to see how much more there was to do in the kitchen. Hedwig smiling at his phone in his room. Etta and Ren cuddling on the couch together while watching the dog show. All of it picture perfect. Without him. And one final photograph of all of them together, Hedwig barely in the frame because he’d probably used the timer on his camera. Ripley felt like he’d been punched in the chest and he felt himself tearing up because fuck Marshall being there, he missed his family. 

          But it was the caption of the photograph that caught his attention. 

I’m thankful for my family for giving me a second chance. @koravs @notanowl @ettasjames @renjames @pipgames. I also want to give a shout out to @ripleyvansant who couldn’t make it this evening since he’s busy studying astrophysics and cheering for the Palmetto State Foxes 🦊. I’m incredibly proud of you for going after your dreams and can’t wait to catch you at the next game. I know it’s been a tough couple of years for you and I couldn’t be prouder of you, my son.

          Ripley nearly fell off the bed out of shock. His initial reaction was anger at Marshall for even posting that. But to say he was proud of Ripley? When the last time they’d spoken, he’d basically told Ripley he was to feminine. When the last time they’d spoken, Marshall had been disgusted at Ripley’s sexuality. When Marshall had treated him like dirt only a minute after showing up? How dare this man try and weasel his way into their lives again. But the anger quickly faded into something else, an emotion Ripley hadn’t felt in a very long time. Panic? He took a deep breath, slowly, through his nose trying to calm himself down. His chest felt tight and he didn’t know why. There was a word echoing in the back of his mind that he just couldn’t shake. 

               Son. 

     Ripley curled into a ball on the bed, closing his eyes. Why did that word feel so wrong? Ripley kept taking deep breaths: in, out, in, out. The technique that had worked during therapy for so many other people, but his brain just couldn’t shake the feeling of discomfort. His moms had called him that before and he’d never questioned it. So why now? Was it because of Marshall? Or was it something else? Ripley had always been comfortable with himself. His identity that changed slightly depending on who he spoke to and the time of day was comfortable. Up until Palmetto, Ripley hadn’t ever thought about who he was when he was himself. If he stripped down to just... Ripley. Because it had been so long since he’d been just Ripley. He didn’t know who or what that was anymore. He’d been feeling so vulnerable lately, his walls crumbling down, revealing who he was without his defenses up. Who was he when he didn’t hide behind a layer of smiles and cryptic nonsense? Cade had managed to break down one of his biggest barriers. But it didn’t make sense because he was comfortable with himself. He’d never had a problem before. Before Marshall came back into his life, he was comfortable. He could ignore the small jabs people used to say about the way his moms raised him and for the most part. Ripley had ignored those phrases. They were just the words of stupid people who didn’t know shit and were small minded. Though maybe all along... deep down... they’d always gotten to him. And when Marshall Van Sant showed up out of nowhere, he’d cracked a wall Ripley didn’t even know was there. 

          “Oh,” Ripley said aloud, when he finally felt like he could breathe again. “Oh.” And the realization hit him like a brick. “Fuck.” 

          Well... now what? 

[cloudyobsession]

Some Problems with Bill Maher

Gonna talk about hate speech (and also a bit of Milo) here, so be warned.

I’ve never been a big fan of Bill Maher and his fixation with occupying intellectual high-ground.  Before last night’s Real Time, I never felt the need to address why because he never seemed all that relevant anymore, but in the wake of the Milo catastrophe, I’d just like to point some things out so that he can hopefully continue to have dwindling relevance once again.

Bill Maher seems to want to be a liberal, but in the 60′s- when it was shocking to be an atheist, but still totally okay to be transphobic.  He wants offend people, he latched onto his current liberal persona because he enjoys telling people they’re stupid, he could not give less of a shit about principle.

I say that if he wants to occupy a bygone era, let’s leave him behind in the past where he belongs.  But, I’m getting ahead of myself.

Maher is actually pretty emblematic of a lot of the attitude problems that dominate the alt-right.  He’s all about being edgy or subversive.  He loves to piss people off and call them stupid, not for any particular reason, just for a sense of superiority.  He has no interest in doing the right thing or saying what needs to be said, he just wants people to cheer him as he tears someone down. The biggest difference between Bill Maher and Milo Yiannopoulos is how they go about attacking people and who their targets are.

Bill Maher’s transphobia is not news.  Look, more misgendering!  And for good measure, let’s throw in some racism, misogyny, and islamophobia too!  Wow, what a role model.  Last night didn’t reveal anything new about Maher, but it certainly things a bit more front-and-center.  During his interview, Maher agreed with Milo to an uncomfortable degree, letting Milo spout off his troll philosophy all the while commiserating over how terrible it is that rich white men can’t say whatever hurtful things they want on any platform they want without consequence.  When Bill posited that “some would suggest” (certainly not me, of course!) that Milo’s comments have incited violence, he then turned to the camera and blamed liberals for this, telling them to stop “taking the bait.”  One of the only times Bill even interjected was during a series of disparaging comments about various female celebrities that landed on Lena Dunham, to which he stopped Milo to say “Let’s not pick on fellow HBO stars.  There are so many other people.”  Classy.

Beyond the off-putting camaraderie the two seemed to share, Maher let Milo get away with saying some outrageously backwards and false claims during a panel discussion.  This discussion was not part of the original Real Time broadcast, but an overtime segment that was very much still part of the show taping and also posted to the official Real Time YouTube page following the broadcast.  Maher, self-professed champion of reason and logic, stood there while Milo said transgender people were “vastly disproportionately involved in sex crime” and just went “...okay!” and didn’t even raise an eyebrow.  Furthermore, when Milo started claiming to be concerned about women and little girls in bathrooms, one of the most demonstrably bullshit claims the GOP has made over and over again in the last few years, he even said “that’s reasonable.” 

He also proceeded to misgender the student at University of Wisconsin that Milo attacked, and then turned to another panelist and said of trans rights “Where do you stand on weirdos peeing in bathrooms?”

I’m fairly certain another reason Bill let so much Milo BS past him is because they’re kindred souls.  They both love to espouse how “PC Culture” is destroying America, love to conflate not giving hate speech a platform with “censorship,” love to whine and cry when they feel their ability to say awful shit unchecked might be threatened, etc.  It’s also worth noting that Bill Maher is a middle-aged, straight, white, cisgendered male celebrity, and so the vast majority of hate speech has never and will never directly affect him (although he seems to think being an atheist is somehow comparable).  Throw that on top of the fact that Bill thinks that everyone who doesn’t share his beliefs are wrong and stupid, no exceptions, and you get a whole lot of Golden Mean BS goin’ on.

Maher may have actually been interested in the points he’s made and the causes he’s championed at one time, but I think that was probably well over a decade ago.  He seems to have gone the way of Matt Stone and Trey Parker: No longer interested in some kind of message so much as they are tearing down people who think differently than they do.  My guess is that about fifteen or twenty years ago, Maher got it in his head that his liberal beliefs made him inherently superior to those who didn’t share them, and so he hasn’t changed.