#delusions of gender

[judeesill]

it’s amazing how radblr has invented whole cloth a canon of “radical feminist” thought that has almost nothing to do with any movement history and draws almost exclusively on a bunch of bloggers and like, five books, only half of which are by even self-proclaimed radical feminists

[woman-for-women]

Have you ever heard that claim that transgender people have brains of their chosen gender? Or the claim that men and women have completely different, dimorphic brains? Well, neither of those statements are true! Here's the explanation as to how neurosexism and bad science have hijacked our understanding of brains & sex/gender.

No information in these infographics mean you can't respect transgender individuals' chosen identities. It just means that "brain sex" is a neurosexist myth and neuroscience studies are insuffiecient to defend transgender identities as innate.

Feel free to repost these images or repeat the information next time you see someone claim that science has proved that brain sex is real or neuroscience explains why transgender people are the gender they say they are. Also, these take me a long time to make so a reblog is always appreciated :)

[an-sceal]

Yes, I was "never that butch" but I own three different pairs of suspenders, several wallets on chains, more flannel than an LL Bean, and I consistently try to fasten my belts backwards.

[lantern-hill]

“[Working mothers’] husbands, who also had demanding careers, were often described by their wives as being “supportive” and giving their wives a “choice.” But none provided a real choice to their wives by offering to adapt their own careers to family demands:

Women and their husbands appeared to perceive the latter’s responsibility as limited to providing the monetary support to make it possible for their wives to quit, not to helping wives shoulder family obligations that would facilitate the continuation of their careers. “It’s your choice,” was code for “It’s your problem.” Veiled behind the seemingly egalitarian rhetoric of “support” and “choice,” husbands were in effect giving their wives permission to quit their careers, and signaling at the same time that women’s careers were not worthwhile enough to merit any behavioral changes on their (the husbands’) part.”

-Delusions of Gender, Cordelia Fine

[amfetuum9mobile3]

yeah definitely not going 2 sleep soon

[yxami]

Bored so that means I write a delusional yandere

description: yandere x gender neutral reader, kidnapper reader, yandere victim, reader kidnaps a rich guy but he turns out to be a yandere, just a stupid idea I thought of

He felt a smooth fabric slip away from covering his eyes any longer, he quietly winced at the new setting. As his eyes adjusted to the poor basement lighting they focused to scan your figure staring down at him.

He shamelessly blushed at the sight of you, no mask, no cover up, just you in some casual pajamas as if you didn’t have him tied up in your basement. You looked so pretty..

“You must be my kidnapper!! Oh my god, I can’t believe this day actually happened! I mean I thought of these fantasies of someone beautiful like you kidnapping me but now that it’s happening I can’t help but feel shy!” He rambled, pressing his thighs together anxiously. The blush on his face almost seemed inappropriate in this situation.

Especially in this situation.

You had kidnapped this rich guy around the same age as you for ransom because you knew his parents were loaded. Instead of his heart pounding with fear and adrenaline, it seemed like it was pounding for an entirely different reason.

“What are you— .. what?” You stammered, genuinely confused on what he was blabbering about. Fantasies? Beautiful? Shy? Huh??

“I don’t mind if you don’t want to confess right away! I get it! I’m pretty nervous myself right now too.. but I’m really happy you decided to kidnap me! I’ve been waiting for so long” He giggled, happiness shining bright in this poorly lit room.

His toothy grin didn’t even falter when he looked down at his restraints, you swore you even saw it widen at the view.

“You even tied me up in rope! How did you know I would love to be tied up like this? Have you been looking at my diary?” He wished he could cover the flustered look on his face but all he could do was squirm in his chair. Mostly out of embarrassment from imagining you scanning at all his fantasies being written down.

“It’s okay if you did! I’m just a little surprised you took in this much effort to keep me happy” His chuckle only made you want to ask more questions than before.

“What are you talking about?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion while you stared down at the man you had tied up in a chair. A regular wooden chair that could fall over so you added stoppers to the bottom so it was harder to knock over.

“You kidnapping me! I’m so happy someone like you has a crush on me! I’ve always thought of being in this situation..” He mumbled his last sentence with darker blush on his face as he looked up at you with his big doe eyes.

“I don’t have a crush on you! I’m kidnapping you for ransom, cause your parents are loaded” You finally realized what he was talking about, he thought you kidnapped him because you loved him!

“Pff, it’s okay! I totally get what you mean” He winked, a bright smile on his face with blush dusting his face, less intense than before.

You could tell he didn’t believe you and that wink just confirmed he genuinely thought you loved him. Maybe if you pretended you did then it would work out well? He seemed to be some pervert but it’s not like he was hideous.

He was actually very pretty, a little too pretty. Was this guy a model? Oh god, you hoped he wasn’t a model because that would grab the attention of a lot of people and an army equipped with pitchforks would be at your door.

“When you stare at me like that.. I can’t help but get nervous” He looked away, looking embarrassed at how you were practically checking him out with no concern that he would catch you running your eyes up and down against his body.

You weren’t checking him out! Well maybe a little but not the whole time!

“Sorry, I was thinking about something” You gently waved, smacking the invisible worries away and trying to think of something else. “Nobody’s gonna be looking for you, right? I mean other than your parents”

“Who else would be looking for me?” He titled his head in confusion, staring at you again.

“I dunno, fans? You’re not a model right?” You tense up waiting for the answer, hoping he wasn’t some idol that would cause multiple mobs of angry fans.

“You’re so nice” He giggled, his eyes closing with a bright smile at your compliment that you weren’t even aware about. “No, I’m not a model. You won’t have to worry about weird fans or anything” He whispered his last few words, scanning at how beautiful you looked worried.

He only wished it was a concerning thought about losing him and not about getting caught.

“That’s good” You sighed with relief, not knowing you were even holding a sigh in anticipation. “I’m glad, um.. do you want anything to eat? You were knocked out for a few hours so..” You awkwardly asked, still a little nervous for some unknown reason.

“Sure! I’ll eat anything you make!” He gratefully accepted your offer, sounding more like a thankful roommate rather than a victim of kidnapping. “Alright, I’ll get on that” You went upstairs, starting to prepare something that you thought he’d like.

There was a lot of strange things about him, but maybe he wasn’t so bad to have around.. for now?

[mandyfem]

[kthulhu42]

"Believe people are who they say they are, they know better than you!"

Um, no.

No, I don't think I will.

[oleander-nin]

Secrets(Yan!Rise!Donnie x Reader)

A/N, not important: Had an idea and executed it horribly, oh well. This was not proofread at all. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

Tw: kidnapping, yandere themes, unconsentual touching(nonsexual), crying, being locked in a dark room, collar w/ chain

Words: 741

Summary: Donnie finally brings you home without anyone else knowing

-Ollie

Light floods in as the door swings silently open, the darkness being chased out of the small room for a fleeting moment. The door swings shut once more, the softshell turtle’s markings being the only source of light in the room. His captive squirms in his grasp, Donnie’s battleshell digging painfully into their soft stomach. When they start to whimper, small pleads falling from their mouth as they beg the mutant to be freed, to beg for their life, Donnie merely shushes them. He had no wish to let his captive go, not when they looked so perfect wrapped up in his ninpo.

Donnie sighs as they continue to whine, their eyes wet with tears while Donnie sets their limp body on the small cot he had in there. He would make a bed soon, one that was specified to their exact needs once they proved they deserved it. But for now, the cot was all they needed. His battleshell produces metal arms, grabbing a chain out of a compartment built into the wall. Donnie easily attaches the chain to the collar his captive was wearing, cooing at the sight. He watched in satisfaction as they struggle to pull it off, neither chain nor collar budging.

His hands wrap around his prisoner’s, pulling the limbs away from their neck. Their eyes start to leak as Donnie sighs, a box of tissues being produced from his battleshell. “Hush now, dear. The room is soundproof, there is no one to hear your cries but me, and believe me. I don’t want to hear them.” Donnie’s voice is gentle, yet firm, a silent warning hiding between the words.

Their sniffles continue, but slowly quiet, tears streaming down their cheeks and dripping onto the floor. Donnie takes a deep breath, trying his best to not lose his temper. He understood their fear, to an extent. He had just drugged them, kidnapped them, and made everyone believe they were dead, of course they’d be a bit upset. But their fear should’ve ended the moment they realized they were with Donnie, the one person who cares for them the most. Donnie continues to silently wipe their face with the tissues, cringing as stray tears touch his skin.

“I really am doing what’s best for you, there’s no reason for you to be acting like such a dumb dumb right now.” The prisoner scoffs wetly, their voice cracking as they try to become coherent enough to speak. A single drawn eyebrow raises, Donnie seemingly not impressed with their small amount of attitude. They should be thanking him, not crying. It really was a shame they couldn’t see how much he loved them, everything would be so much easier then. Donnie wouldn’t have had to build them this room, and he wouldn’t have to hide them from his brothers.

Donnie waits patiently for them to speak, his eyes scanning their puffy face as their mouth spills nothing but soft babbles and incoherent pleas. His hands pull back from their face, unable to deal with the onslaught of liquid pouring from their eyes. A grimace dons the mutants face, a generous amount of hand sanitizer coating the palm of his hand. The faint scent of alcohol floods both of their noses, Donatello’s captive crying harder as they pull their knees to their chest. Donatello watches for a moment more, his hands twitching at his sides with a scowl on his face.

Standing from the cot with a huff, Donnie leaves the room without looking back, leaving the young adult to fend for themselves in the cramped room. The door slid shut, sealing itself against the wall until it looked near indistinguishable from the other panels in the room. Donnie moved to his lab table, looking over different designs and blueprints that were spread across the surface. It was incredibly frustrating, having to confine his love to such a small space. If only his brothers weren’t such dumb dumbs, if only the one he gave his heart to loved him back. 

No matter, the room was built, and his love was secured. It was equipped with a small bathroom and all the basic necessities. He would add more decorative items as rewards for good behavior, but for now, it only needed the necessities. He pulls out a pencil, making small edits to a blueprint he was making. Everything would work out. They were his, and his forever. No one had to know.

[rachymarie]

look idk who on Goddess' green Earth decided ableism towards the severely mentally ill was cute but it needs to stop

looking at u "delulu" girlies*

*also schizoposting/lobotomycore girlies and "I'm in your walls" bros and all u other sadistic creeps. (also the oldest and most ingrained in society which is still kind of a bad and lazy excuse for ableism: "that's psychotic" as negative) all of u just go straight to jail and don't pass go. and don't come out till you've thought about your actions and decided to treat disabled folks better

[beef-unknwn]

clawdeen got dat dawg in her y'know what I'm sayi-💥

[blood-moon-night-coining]

Genderdollic Terms

[PT: Genderdollic Terms]

Halludollic, a gender under the genderdollic system related to having Hallucinations and being a doll, a doll who has Hallucinations, or just being a doll and Hallucinations etc. (exclusive to those who have Hallucinations)

Deluludollic, a gender under the genderdollic system related to having Delusions and being a doll, a doll who has Delusions, or just being a doll and Delusions etc. (exclusive to those who have Delusions)

Paranodollic, a gender under the genderdollic system related to having Paranoia and being a doll, a doll who has Paranoia, or just being a doll and Paranoia etc. (exclusive to those who have Paranoia)

[Hallucinations ID: none yet]

[Delusions ID: none yet]

[Paranoia ID: none yet]

[Tagging] @radiomogai, @liom-archive, @accessmogai

[Gender System] @chronoport

[minmodulation]

Heavenly Delusion / Tengoku Daimakyo

Official Guidebook Interview with Masakazu Ishiguro

[anglerflsh]

"the way you interacted with your peers gave you access to the gendered world" good thing I didn't do that then

[radiomogai]

[image ID: a rectangular flag with four equal horizontal stripes, going from the top to the bottom, dark magenta, dark web orange, medium blue, and spring green. in the center of the flag they begin to swirl inwards. in the center of the flag is the imosril symbol, a rounded white symbol reminiscent of the faces in the vase optical illusion. there are spirals where the foreheads of the faces would be. end ID]

Imosril

[PT: Imosril. end PT]

Imosril is a neogender umbrella related to the fear of unreality, madness, things not being quite right, spirals, fractals, lying and deception, delusions and hallucinations, optical illusions, mazes, insomnia, impossibility, and The Spiral from The Magnus Archives.

Imosril is not in itself xenogender, although some specific imosril terms may overlap. While intended to describe gender, imosril may be used for other types of identity as well.

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Imosril Terminology

[PT: Imosril Terminology. end PT]

The gender nature for imosril is IMIN, which stands for imosril-in-nature.

The gender quality for imosril is imosrial, with the noun form being imosreality.

The alignment for imosril is imosrilic.

An individual imosril gender is called an imoscin, the plural form of which is imoscins.

The transitioning term is transimosril, which can be shortened to transimo.

An imosrial adult may be called a somnact, while an imosrial minor may be called a rynth.

The word 'imosril' comes from a combination of the words 'insomnia', 'unreality', and the suffix '-osis'. The word 'somnact' comes from the words 'insomnia' and 'fractal', and the word 'rynth' comes from the word 'labyrinth'. Overall, the terms are meant to evoke imosrial concepts.

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Thanks to everyone whom we asked for advice with this!!!

Tagging @noxwithoutstars @revenant-coining @transolar @freakthing @hypnosiacon @mogai-sunflowers. Let us know if you want to be untagged!!

[redacted-coiner]

Gendersatyr Stuff

[PT: Gendersatyr Stuff]

Delusionsatyr, Gender related to experiencing delusions and saytr, being a saytr that has delusions, etc.

Hallusatyr, Gender related to experiencing hallucinations and saytr, being a saytr that has hallucinations, etc.

Paranosatyr, Gender related to experiencing paranoia and saytr, being a saytr that has paranoia, etc.

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