I genuinely try so hard to listen to detransitioners but it's so difficult when they'll be like
"here's a list of the dark side effects of testosterone no one wants to talk about:
#1. Thing people frequently talk about
#2. Readily available info
#3. Really just a personal experience
#4. What should have been kinda common sense
#5. Just a lie."
And other things. My biggest problem is how they talk as if these things absolutely WILL ALWAYS happen and it will be JUST THE WORST. as if testosterone will do the same thing for everyone. Not to mention how it's always framed as "things trans people DONT want you to know". Just irks the fuck out of me.
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The fact that Kaity was an academic really boggled Sicily's mind. The fact that she could even put up with doing assignments, and sometimes even sought them out for fun, drove her mad. She's so fucking intelligent that for her, what Sicily drudged through is like skipping through a park on a sunny day. It'd piss her off, if Kaity didn't use this magical power to her advantage, and if she didn't wear the prettiest smile while doing it.
She got lost in her brain watching Kaity wiggling around in her seat, typing something on her laptop in their kitchen. She's dressed very casually, wearing some black leggings and what she thinks is one of her T-shirts... She's wearing a focused expression on her face, proven by the little fang that pokes her lip... She's working on something. Sicily's curiosity perks just at the sight of it. She can't let her and her little fang sit alone like that.
"Hey sugarplum, what are you up to?" She says, the legs of the wooden stool squeaking on the floor as she sits down next to her. She catches a glimpse of her screen, which is full of lines of text in a Squoogle document. Her eyes practically glaze over.
Kaity giggles at the nickname, bashfully playing with the end of one her tentacles. "I'm applying to college..." She laughs. "Again. Graduate school."
Sicily's jaw drops. "Why the hell would you do that? Don't you already have a degree?"
"I'm curious about how you inklings get educated." Her tapered finger pokes Sicily's nose. "And also, don't you think it'd give me a better chance at a good job if I'm educated in the inkling world?"
"Don't you already have that good apprenticeship with Sheldon? Why in the world would you want to go back to school?"
"I already told you, sugarplum." She smirks.
Sicily scoffs, her face slightly flushed. "I dropped out of college for a reason...and it was art college. Not even any of that incomprehensible STEM stuff you're into."
"You dropped out of college because you were dedicated to being the amazing Agent 3. Now we're girlfriends. We don't have to worry about any of that war stuff. Plus, Ammo Knights has the benefits that make my tuition almost completely free." She shrugs. "Flexible hours, too."
"That's...fucking..." Sicily's hands claw her own face in stress. "What are you even applying for? Master's in Engineering?"
"Ya." She flicks one of her short tentacles. It bounces back in a way Sicily finds adorable. "What, are smart women not your type?"
"Kaity...!" Sicily whines, leaning into Kaity and grasping her T-shirt dramatically. "You are so fucking hot but I just don't understand why you would do this...! Why does your brain work the way it does?!"
She rolls her eyes, and lifts her bangs to quickly kiss her forehead. "You're a weirdo. Can you check my grammar for this excerpt really quick?"
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*pats pats pats pats BITES THEM pats pats*
when you're mean to them this is who you're being mean to btw
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