#he wears a dress and is non-binary

[moonesaiky]

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎.˳-˖✶𓆩William Cipher𓆪✶˖-˳.

ㅤㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎The butler (and mother??) of the Gleeful family ✨

[coochiequeens]

For a group that shouts how much they hate cops, men in dresses have no hesitancy to call the cops on women who hurt their gender feelz

By Jennifer Sieland March 9, 2024

British broadcaster India Willoughby is claiming that Northumbria Police have logged a “Non Crime Hate Incident” against Harry Potter creator JK Rowling after he reported the beloved author for “misgendering” him.

While Willoughby has long expressed his contempt of Rowling, having made hundreds of tweets about her gender critical statements over the years, the tension came to a head this week after Rowling stated that Willoughby did not “become a woman.”

On March 3, Rowling made a post in support of women’s single-sex spaces, which trans activists quickly clamored under to interrogate.

“Why should trans women be forced to use male spaces? Don’t you understand just how humiliating for us that would be? Or don’t you care?” one user questioned, to which Rowling replied: “Somebody really should have explained to you that your hurt feelings don’t trump other people’s rights, nor are women and girls validation props or comfort blankets.”

Another user, by the name of Socialist Stanley, then confronted Rowling with a gif of British broadcaster and trans activist India Willoughby, writing: “Hi Joanne, so you are saying this lady should use the men’s locker room then?!”

Rowling responded: “India didn’t become a woman. India is cosplaying a misogynistic male fantasy of what a woman is.”

Willoughby, born Jonathan, began claiming to be a woman in 2015 at the age of 50, officially becoming the UK’s first transgender newsreader. He has previously incited criticism for boasting of getting a “designer vagina,” which he said he chose from a catalogue like “going for a haircut.”

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By Natasha Biase March 8, 2024

An off-duty bartender has been convicted of a “hate” motivated crime after shoving and misgendering a trans-identified male in the washroom of a bar. On March 6, Cassandra McIntyre was found guilty of second-degree bias crime and harassment charges stemming from a 2022 confrontation with a man who identifies as a “woman.”

According to journalist Andy Ngo, McIntyre had just finished her shift at Jake’s Place, a sports bar in Portland, when she encountered far-left activist Riis Larsen, formerly Ronald A. Larsen, in the women’s washroom. Clearly startled, McIntyre told Larsen to “get out” of the intimate space.

Surveillance footage shows McIntyre lightly pushing Larsen, who identifies as a “queer demi-binary trans woman,” after he shoved another person to cut in line for the washroom. 

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[yournewfriendshouse]

for real like we can’t forget that men wearing dresses isn’t itself a moral act it’s a statement that being afraid of wearing dresses for no reason is stupid.

dresses are morally neutral, as is any other piece of clothing—that’s literally the point!

trying to push trans mascs into wearing dresses or liking pink on some weird moral grounds is just stupid, because clearly there is a reason that they don’t want to. and it’s very fucking valid. honestly it’s just as valid when a twelve year old girl doesn’t want to either. that loathing repulsion they have to the colour doesn’t come from nowhere. it’s a reaction to real oppression they face, and the oppression itself is so fucking entrenched in society that any way you describe it to try and articulate what is wrong makes it seem so small and petty. it’s insidious and fucked.

and honestly I feel like every trans masc dude in the world has already done their time in the trenches on this one. like I think if there were some quota of dress wearing someone needed to do to be a good person, any dude who was forced to wear girl’s clothes for any amount of time in their life has already taken plenty for the team. like if that was something we’re measuring. which we’re not. because that’s fucking stupid.

the other side of the coin to toxic masculinity, the counterpart of the little boys being told not to cry or to wear pants or whatever is girls being kept to a very strict code of gender performance that if they deviate from they will be socially punished. the enforcement of horrible gender roles that the binary loving patriarchy (including many many women participate in with genuine vigour) forces on women, and even actual girls struggle under it. because it fucking sucks. that’s why so many girls have gone through the whole I hate pink phase in the first place!

so to then turn to someone who went through that gender enforcement shit and wasn’t actually a girl, and say you should be over this by now is so frustratingly obtuse

it’s cool if you love pink now. I personally adore it—too much, probably. but that doesn’t mean anyone who doesn’t isn’t valid, let alone telling them they’re not a good person for it…seriously what the fuck. wear whatever you want to. that’s literally the whole point.

Why do I have to explain to some people that I have trauma involving the color pink before they’ll stop poking me about why I don’t like it

[sapphicides]

i love butches. short butches, skinny butches, fat butches, butches who don’t have the typical “butch body type.” butches who like being feminine sometimes, who wear makeup or paint their nails or wear skirts and dresses in the sexiest, most androgynous way possible. butches who are closeted and don’t always get to express their masculinity. butches with long hair, butches with buzzcuts, butches with mohawks or chelsea cuts or any other wild, alternative style. butches who want to be cared for just as much or even more than they want to be caretakers. butch4butches, butches who are attracted to masculinity, who don’t date femmes but appreciate us in the community. butches who have dated men in the past, late in life butches. butches who bottom, butches who switch, and asexual butches, too. butches of color, studs. disabled butches. transfem, transmasc, and non-binary butches. he/him butches, they/them butches, neopronoun butches. butches who want to be called “boyfriend,” “husband,” or “loverboy.” butches who only use feminine terms, as well. butches who wear the word butch proudly. butches who are unapologetically themselves regardless of what society expects from them.

i love butches who are a bit more stereotypical, tall stone tops with muscles who exude masculinity and want nothing more than to provide for their femme. but i love butches who don’t fit that mold just the same. i love all butches

[pinkplum1153]

I was thinking about how in modern AUs XL is often portrayed as liking to wear things that are typically considered “feminine” (skirts, heels, makeup, etc.) while HC is more “ masculine”

When in reality… am I the only one to think that the one wearing heels and make up would be HC? He’s canonically very careful of his appearance and the way he dresses, always wearing make up and carefully chosen jewellery, he has his own style, etc. He also gives off (that´s only my personal opinion though) massive non-binary/gender fluid vibes

So. Idk. But I think he would have an androgynous and refined style while XL would stick to something basic (maybe gender neutral) like baggy pants and sweatshirts. And crocs.

[suuuupernovaaa]

cheater cheater

summary: you’ve been cheated on in the past, and pedro is very sensitive to your needs because of it

tags: age gap, reader is mid 30s, not famous, long distance relationship, pedro is obsessed almost an unhealthy amount

MASTERLIST

You don’t, even the slightest bit, buy into the notion that people of differing genders can’t be friends.

Many of your close friends are male, or non-binary, and never once has it meant that you must be sexually attracted to each other. You have meaningful friendships with a lot of people, regardless of gender. Hell, your best friend in the entire world is Joshua, who you’ve known since the second grade.

The idea that a man and a woman can’t be friends without fucking at some point is idiotic, even barbaric.

What you can’t fathom is that any woman could be friends with Pedro Pascal and not have ulterior motives.

Well, that’s not true. Honestly, you do realize platonic friendships exist even for the most charismatic and handsome man on earth.

But you’re fucked in the head. Your last partner, over five years ago, had been aggressively cheating on you, all the while making you feel like you two were headed down the aisle.

So maybe it isn’t that you think men and women can’t be friends. Maybe it’s that you just aren’t as trusting as you used to be.

Possibly, and probably, that’s why Pedro had to pursue you for over a year before you said yes. It’s why he had to send you flowers every week, stalk your social media and comment on every post and story, call and text you every day, for almost 400 days before you admitted that yes, you were absolutely head over heels for him too.

You were just fucking scared. And you still are, six months into the romantic relationship but two years into the friendship.

It’s easy to tell that Pedro is not like that narcissistic asshole from before. He wouldn’t hurt a fly, and he definitely wouldn’t hurt you, the woman he is so unbelievably obsessed with.

You’re the background on his phone. He keeps a picture of you in his wallet. He brings you up in every single conversation he has, he just can’t help it. You’re in his every thought.

But something whispers in the back of your mind, reminding you that things felt good then, too, and do you want to be blindsided again?

Tonight, you’re joining Pedro on the red carpet for the first time, and you wonder if they make a deodorant strong enough for all the nervous sweating you’re doing.

You’ve never had your make up and hair professionally done before. Your profession as a nurse doesn’t often call for that. You try not to bite on your fingernails while a team of very kind and very busy people prepare you.

“A natural look,” Pedro had told them, knowing it’s what you would want. “She’s beautiful, she doesn’t need much.”

When it’s time to go, you don’t feel much like yourself. Your hair is softer and shinier than it’s ever been, hanging in waves down your back. Your skin is flawless, your freckles painted over, and the dress you’re wearing is unbelievable, made of dark green satin.

It’s a complimentary color to Pedro’s shirt, his idea entirely. Or maybe that’s something couples just do on the red carpet, you have no idea.

Before you leave, he pulls you aside, and holds something out to you. A necklace. Delicate and gold. In his other hand, a matching necklace. A set. Yours has a small “P”, and his holds your first initial.

“They’re beautiful,” you say, your eyes misting. You turn and allow him to place the necklace around your neck, and do the same for him.

He grabs both of your hands in his and squeezes. “Please, my darling, relax. If you hate this, we’ll never do it again. I promise, it’ll be easy.”

You take a deep breath. In through your nose. Out through your mouth.

Soon, it begins.

The flash of the cameras is over whelming, but Pedro practiced with you, how to smile through it. How to pose. How to hold tightly to him, how it really didn’t matter what these pictures looked like. It’s just fun.

He stops for an interview, and though you try to stay back, he won’t release you. Won’t stop touching you.

“Pedro, tell us who this beautiful girl is!” the interviewer demands, and Pedro grins at you while introducing you.

It’s hard not to smile back, when he looks at you like that.

“This is my whole world,” he tells her, and everyone else who asks as you’re stopped over and over.

Someone asks what you do. “She’s a nurse! She’s been an ICU nurse for a long time, she does telehealth now. She saves lives. Can you believe she’d date a dork like me? A guy who plays pretend for a career?”

He doesn’t answer for you to be rude or to talk over you. He does it because you’re nervous, clutching his hand in desperation, and he wants you at ease.

Eventually, you make it off the red carpet and find a quiet corner of privacy before entering the ballroom.

“You did great!” Pedro hisses excitedly in your ear.

You breathe a sigh of relief away from the cameras but you must admit, it wasn’t as bad as you’d thought it would be.

“Pedro, thank you for bringing me,” you say, reaching up to touch his curls, and trail a finger down his cheek. “I feel special.”

“Mi amor,” he croons, leaning into your touch. “You are special. I’m so proud to have you with me. Would you do this again, sometime?”

You press a soft kiss to his lips, careful of your make up. “I would go anywhere with you.”

You want to show him - you’re as devoted as he’s proven himself to be. You’re his, as much as he’s yours.

Pedro never leaves your side, not once, the entire long night. He proudly introduces you to everyone in the room, holding your waist or your hand, touching you always. He makes sure you’re a part of every conversation, and steers you away from anyone who would treat you like you’re not as important as him.

At the end of the night, you have to admit that you had a fantastic time. It shouldn’t be a surprise. There is nothing Pedro wouldn’t do to make you happy. There’s no way he’d bring you to a party like that and not stick with you. He would never do anything to make you feel less than treasured.

He’s not that other guy. He has a lot of love to go around, sure, but the love he has for you, it’s different.

It’s special.

When it’s time to go, you come back from the bathroom to find him talking, his back to you, and you hear him as you approach.

“She’s just so great. I’d love to have you guys over some time, talk with her more away from all this. Dinner or something!” he’s saying, and everyone is so eagerly agreeing, and you wonder if you might cry right here.

You wrap your arm around his waist and he steps aside, making space for you in the circle.

“Ready to go?” he asks, and you nod. He takes you for a quick round of farewells and soon, you’re in the car, and Pedro is unzipping your dress so you can breathe.

You rest your head on his shoulder as you drive to the hotel he’s staying at, telling him how you can’t wait to fly home together tomorrow, and simply relax.

“I love you very much, you know,” you tell him, and he kisses the top of your head.

“I love you more,” he replies.

You know that’s not true, but it’s still nice to hear.

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

DEATHSTROKE!READER HEADCANONS CUZ YALL LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!

Deathstroke reader's hair is fried, like it was back when they used to be Robin. They used to straighten their hair to an unreasonable amount. Actually, think of Steph back in her Robin days—that was literally the reader's hair back when they were Robin, but it didn't work well for their hair type, resulting in terrible and irreversible hair damage. When they joined Deathstroke, they shaved all their hair off and started fresh. Fresh hair. The reader has a buzz cut that is gelled to be spiky and styled; it's actually pretty good. They used to dye their hair a lot, like blonde, which also contributed to the hair damage. Last but not least, the Wilson family loves to rub your freshly buzzed hair.

Deathstroke reader has acne around their face, which is basically your fault because you wear a lot of makeup, causing some acne. Also, your mask makes you sweat, clogging your pores. You've been thinking about getting a skincare routine, but you're too lazy, so Rose does your skincare every now and then. Your acne isn't really noticeable; it's just there. But as long as you keep up with those face masks, you'll be fine.

Deathstroke reader is non-binary; they go by all pronouns and wear both masculine and feminine clothing. They used to only wear masculine clothes back in their Robin days because they hated femininity due to their mother. I'll get into this deeper in a later fic. Deathstroke reader is also around 19 to mid-20s; I wanted to make them older compared to the other readers, who are either in high school or in college. Deathstroke reader is pretty tall, like basketball-level tall, standing right next to Slade's shoulder.

Deathstroke reader smokes; Rose does too, and I'm pretty sure I saw a comic where Slade smokes. It runs in the family, I guess, but you can't find your lighter anywhere—borrowed by Rose, or you lost it some way, somehow. So you find intricate ways to light a cigarette. Hell yeah, the Flash's electric speed definitely helps your Green Lantern boyfriend light your cigarette for you. Totally, Deathstroke reader will literally walk up to Bruce, smoking in his face. The rest of the Bat Family hates the fact that you smoke, scolding you and saying it's bad for you, like you're some child, even though you're about to be pushing 30. It gets on your nerves.

Deathstroke reader isn't much into relationships; mostly, they have meaningless flings. When you're thinking about getting into a relationship, you're already waking up with someone gone. You have an ongoing fling with Constantine—not a serious relationship, really; it’s routine at this point. You call him up for a favor or he does, and you both get a drink, maybe a smoke. You end up at his dank apartment, then you leave the next day. You don't intend on staying, and you don't intend on loving him either, but he's developing warm feelings in his chest because of you. You always have to remind him it's just a fling. Roy, on the other hand, isn't so easily persuaded. That ginger will not believe it started as a one-time thing. The moment he saw you playing around with Lian was the moment he declared you his. So gentle with her, so sweet; you only say it's because you have siblings, but he knows better. The nights you two spent together are passionate and sweet, but you always seem to leave his bed with no intention of coming back. You're breaking his heart.

When Deathstroke reader was Robin, they had internalized misogyny within them, not just because the Robin mantle used to be for guys, but also because of their relationship with their mom. Think about the "I Hate My Mom" song by GRLwood—like, they used to hate almost anything feminine because it reminded them of their mother: long nails, makeup, eyelashes, dresses, skirts, all that stuff. It's not until they worked with Slade that they started to embrace this part of themselves. You're not like your mother; you never will be. It doesn't make you weak, and it doesn't make you any less strong. That's something I can understand—makeup and flashy clothing, embracing yourself more.

Deathstroke reader is brutal when it comes to fights; they do not fight fair at all—biting, slapping, scratching, kicking—almost anything. Sure, they do know fighting styles, but their greatest strengths are brute force and ambushing their attacker with punches to the point where they're unable to react. You had a fight with Cass one time, and you dominated her with hits over and over again, not letting her let up. Sure, she can read body movements, but yours are so aggressive that it's honestly too hard to fight back. You're pummeling Damien like he's not your little brother, more like a stray dog on the street begging for scraps. Your head-butting Jason's Red Hood mask, making cracks in his mask and giving him a black eye in the process. Sure, your head was ringing for at least an hour, but it was worth seeing the shock on his face. You remember one time Bruce visited you at Arkham Asylum—the asylum he put you in—trying to manipulate you into coming home. You jumped across the table, beating the shit out of him. It took multiple nurses to get you off of him. Anytime the Bat Family comes to visit, especially Bruce, you're stuck in a straitjacket with a glass wall in front of you. There's literally a struggle at Arkham to try and get you into the meeting room. They have to roll you in a wheelchair like luggage out of an airport because you tried to escape multiple times, but it always fails, and you're stuck in that meeting room. They're rambling on and on, saying they'll bring you back home. Yeah, right.

[moon-meteor-star-sun]

I love Sirius Black dressing masculine

I love Sirius Black dressing feminine

I love Sirius Black wearing skirts

I love Sirius Black as a cis man

I love Sirius Black as a trans man

I love Sirius Black as gender fluid

I love Sirius Black as gender queer

I love Sirius Black as non binary

I love Sirius Black expressing himself however he wants to and not being constrained by gender norms

[nyancrimew]

I used to be in a long-term relationship with this person, and I think I might have unintentionally forcefemed him (not really forcefem, but I can't think of another term.)

He once used a maid dress as a joke, and it looked really good on him so we fucked a lot day with the thing on, and afterwards it spiraled. Idk, a guy in fem clothing really does it for me, and he told me he started to develop a sort of pablovian response, were wearing a skirt and heels or the like was rewarded. I think he's non-binary now but still using he/him pronouns, last time I checked. But yeah. I might have fucked a person into transing his gender.

hellll yea

[maximumqueer]

Yamato, Transness, and "Passing"

Now that we're nearly a full arc removed from Wano and Yamato's introduction, I want to talk about the reaction that a subset of the one piece fandom had to his reveal as a trans man/transmasc person, the transphobia behind that reaction, and how the concept of passing plays into that reaction. I'm not going to be arguing that Yamato is a trans man, as I think it is very obvious that he is given how he is referred to in the canon text. This is instead going to be more of a fandom dissection of why (in my personal opinion) so many people refuse to acknowledge Yamato as a man.

When we are first introduced to Yamato, he is dressed in a way that gives him the appearance of a flat chest, and is wearing a mask to hide his face. He looks like a man in a cis-heteronormative way

When Yamato was depicted like this, he was (from what I can tell) mostly referred to with he/him pronouns by the fanbase. This is based on comments underneath his chapter debut and episode debut. There are comments under his episode debut that do use she/her pronouns and refer to him as a woman, but because these episodes have been out for a while, it would make sense that these kinds of comments would be left on his debut after his second design was revealed.

Then, when he removes his mask and outer layer of his outfit, he is depicted like this

After this reveal, more people began to refer to Yamato with she/her pronouns, and refer to him as Kaido's daughter, despite him referring to himself as Kaido's son, as well as the people around him using he/him pronouns exclusively for him. What changed? Well, Yamato went from having a design that looked traditionally masculine to having a more traditionally feminine one. As such people who associate only women with having breasts and more "feminine" features began to insist that Yamato was a tomboy, or a delusional woman, anything but accept that fact that he is a man.

There is a phenomena with trans "acceptance", where a character is accepted as trans only if they look like their gender according to the cis-heteronormative ideal, and questioned and denied if they don't. Kiku, a trans woman who "passes" as a woman did not receive nearly the same level of speculation and denial of her trans identity. (This is not to say that Kiku received no hate or transphobic comments, but that because she looks like a woman to the average cis-het viewer, she was treated as a "real" trans person, whereas Yamato was not).

Yamato has been repeatedly referred to as mentally ill for being a "non-passing" trans man. He has been called bad representation (despite large numbers trans men/transmasc people, myself included, saying that his IS good representation). People have made claims with no canon backing in an attempt to hand wave away his transness because he "looks like a woman", a popular one being that Kaido some how forced Yamato into being a man, despite his backstory telling us the exact opposite.

And the reasoning for all of this speculation is that trans people are held to such high standards in terms of appearance and presentation, even in fictional media. A trans man must have a flat chest, deep voice, facial hair etc. or he isn't actually trans. A trans woman must have breasts, a high voice, a lack of facial hair, etc. or she isn't actually trans. Non-binary people are dismissed entirely. This denies the many different and diverse ways that a person can be trans. Sure, some trans people wish to medically transition, get the "surgery" and go through life as if they were cis. But not all trans people want that. Gender is messy and complicated, its not nearly as black and white a we have been taught to believe. There are many trans people (both binary and non-binary) who will never medically transition. That does not make them less trans, it does not make them delusional. Yet because we have this black and white thinking ingrained in us from childhood, any deviation from the strict boxes of "man" and "woman" are immediately questioned, and that includes gender non-conforming people - both trans and cis.

This type of transphobia is not talked about enough, as the people doing it will so often hide behind the idea that they are protecting "real" trans people, and just want to make sure that they are respected and taken seriously. But, respect for a persons gender identity CANNOT be conditional. It does not matter if they "don't pass". It doesn't matter if they are a good person, a bad person. The second you start dictating who gets to have their gender respected is the second you stop being an ally. And that includes fictional characters like Yamato.

[vaspider]

I would think you'd get a kick out of my father in law trying to understand that my 15 year old is non-binary. He fails at pronouns a lot and sometimes asks awkward questions out of good faith but he also showers my kid in love unconditionally. Last month we visited and he seemed hung up on the fact that kiddo dresses femme. Not because moral judgement but because it doesn't make sense to him if kiddo is non-binary. And he said "I wouldn't try to change [them] but if I was dressing [them] I would choose brightly coloured jumpsuits because they are unisex"

Which is sweet because it's not gendered clothing and hilarious because he described how I dress and I am not out to my husband's family as non-binary. I just shaved my head and started dressing in colourful jumpsuits and we Don't Talk About It for both our sakes (too tired to have the conversation)

It's very sweet at how much he tries for Kiddo though

Also he accepted "because that's what they find comfortable to wear" as an answer for why kiddo dresses how they do

He's trying. 💗

[whatsnewalycat]

too much holiday

Dieter Bravo x non-binary!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warnings/Tags: sober dieter, sober reader, new years eve party, implied neurodivergence, holiday overload/overwhelm, crying, dieter gets to be bitchy, misgendering that’s swiftly corrected, little bitta hurt/comfort and fluff, making out, also I have not given this a final read-through and it’s not beta read anticipate errors lol

Notes: This is for @perotovar for the @dieterbravobrainrotclub holiday exchange 🖤✨ HAPPY NEW YEAAAAR SORRY THIS IS LATE I HOPE YOU STILL LIKE IT!!

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Trying to keep up with Dieter’s busy life has always been a challenge. In his line of work, he could be sent anywhere in the world for any amount of time, for press tours and film shoots and countless meetings. 

Dieter invites you to be by his side as much as possible, and you tag along when you can. It’s a whole production, though. Planned outings where the two of you walk hand-in-hand past paps, as directed by his agent. Stylists and assistants and waiting back while Dieter basks in the spotlight, all while being asked your favorite question, ‘Who are you?’ 

Needless to say, what attracts you to Dieter is not his stardom. Quite the opposite, actually. 

You prefer his company in the most mundane moments. In the lull between projects, when it’s just the two of you. Making breakfast or lazing around the house all day, the heat of his body a constant hum on your skin, his lips always finding some tender crook that makes you melt. 

Drinking coffee with your legs draped across his lap. He’s wearing glasses and his curls are all messy and graying. He pauses reading when you ask him what a blank-letter word for blank is. His fingertips thrum against your thigh as he thinks. Tugging your body closer just before he falls asleep, limbs heavy and warm, the world’s best weighted blanket. When he wakes up in the morning and sees you beside him and the first unfiltered emotion that crosses his face is love. 

These are the moments you call on during inevitable bouts of chaos. Through public appearances and awards seasons and long stretches of time apart, the promise of having him to yourself again has kept you together. 

This time, though, you can feel exhaustion peeling back the edges of your limitation. 

It sounded like a dream in theory. Fly out to New York for a New Year’s Eve Party. Get all dressed up, party your faces off, then go home to LA in the morning. 

You thought you could handle it. You factored in the seven days preceding, knowing that you would be flying out to Texas on Christmas Eve, meeting his family for the first time and spending three days in their constant company. You knew that from there, the two of you would make a one-day pit stop in New York because it was the only time some magazine could squeeze Dieter in for a photoshoot. Even knowing that meetings would eat up all his attention back home in LA, and that this would all set off upon his return from filming in Spain for three weeks, you thought the thought everyone thinks before they commit an act of hubris: This will be fine. 

God only knows how you made it this far. Some lifeless thing propped up against the second-story railing overlooking the dance floor. The stylist who fussed over your appearance all afternoon may as well have been a mortician. 

At least everyone else seems to be having a good time. 

Your eyes wander over the sea of people milling about and you become entranced by how fluid it all feels. Beneath the thick pulse of EDM, tens or maybe hundreds of voices meld into a collective, hypnotic babble. A giant LED display behind the DJ counts down the seconds to midnight. 

46:01

46:00

45:59

You spot Dieter on the opposite side of the venue, across the open space of the dance floor in a circle of his fellow glammed-up b-list celebrities, wearing a grim flat line on his lips as he watches everyone else participate in the conversation.  

A waitress stops by Dieter’s group with a tray of shots. Others accept the offering, but he holds up a hand and shakes his head. They clink their tiny glasses together and shout, “Salud!” while Dieter shifts his weight to one leg and looks around the room. 

He catches your gaze and gives you this weary, apologetic half-smile that says he’s just as exhausted as you are. 

You raise your champagne flute of sparkling water to him in a show of commiseration. 

A glint of humor tugs at his mouth and his shoulders shake with a chuckle. Leaning into his circle of lively colleagues, he appears to excuse himself. 

Your heart skips. 

39:04

39:03

39:01 

As they start doling out farewells, you hear a nearby voice. 

“Excuse me, can I see your wristband?” 

You tear your eyes away to blink at the security guard beside you. It takes you a moment to realize you aren’t actually a fly on the wall, but when you return to yourself, you show him the black paper bracelet on your wrist. 

He relays this information into his earpiece, waits for a response from Security Guard HQ, then looks you up and down, “And who are you?”

You look around for your lifeline but he disappeared. Your sinuses burn and your vision goes blurry. It becomes clear quite suddenly that you don’t belong here and that you will never belong here. You will never fit in with these people or this lifestyle or the chaos. 

“Sorry, I, umm…” You shake your head, looking down at the sea of people swirling kaleidoscope in their collectiveness, “I don’t know, I’m nobody.” 

“Mind explaining how ‘nobody’ got ahold of a VIP bracelet?” 

“What’s the problem?” 

You perk up at his voice, your knight in shining armor, shoving his body between you and the security guard. 

“Is she with you?”

“They are with me,” Dieter corrects. “Is that how this works? I leave my plus one alone for a minute and you fucking meatheads try to kick them out?” 

“There were concerns—”

“Who’s concerned?” 

“I can’t say.”

“Uh-huh, yeah. You can’t say. Well are these ‘concerns’ resolved now, or do you need to harass my partner some more?” 

“No sir, no more concerns. My apologies.” 

“Yeah, thanks.” 

He uses the same bitchy tone he would use to tell someone to fuck off, and even though he’s a bit of a drama queen, it makes your heart swell.

As the security guard retreats, Dieter turns around and cups your cheeks, searching your face, “Are you ok, baby?” 

You nod out of instinct but the dishonesty knots in your throat. Swallowing it down, you feel yourself crumble. You shake your head and let out a big, defeated sob. 

He wipes away tears that spill down your cheeks then pulls you into a tight hug. You wrap your arms around his midsection. It feels warm and safe and you surrender to the enormity of how overwhelming the past week has been. Buried anxieties rise in your chest, hot and heavy, escaping in bursts. You babble an apology into his neck and he rocks you back and forth, petting your hair. 

“I hate this, Dee. I don’t wanna be here.” 

Still swaying you back and forth, soothing you like a fussy baby, he murmurs into your ear, “I’m sorry. I should have come back to check on you sooner. I shouldn’t have—”

The words seem to catch before he can finish his thought. He buries his nose in your hair and squeezes you tighter. This time when he speaks, his voice comes out damp and low and thick with emotion. 

“I shouldn’t have been away so long. I’m sorry.” 

It all feels enormous again. Overwhelming and raw and jammed down your throat. 

“It’s just…” You swallow and shake your head, pulling back enough to meet his gaze, “The flights and people and constant go go go. It’s chaos. It-it’s—a lot. All I wanted to do was spend time with you.” 

Nodding, he looks you over with big puppy dog eyes that make you melt. His hand catches yours and brings it to his lips. He kisses each of your fingertips and you melt a little bit more. 

“How can I make it up to you?” 

“Take me home.” 

He grimaces and glances at the countdown, “I said I would stay to, uhh…”

27:32

27:31

27:30 

Maybe it’s the way his hollowed-out silence is flooded with noise, high-energy EDM and cheers of celebration grating your bones to dust, but you honestly think you’d rather die than stay for just five more minutes. 

When he looks at you, he must see it, or maybe he comes to the same conclusion. 

“Fuck it, let’s get out of here.” 

You smile, unrestrained, “Really?” 

“It’s publicity bullshit anyway,” he shrugs, pulling you in for a kiss, and another, rumbling against your mouth, “Fuck, I missed you.” 

His lips are warm and plush and his tongue tastes like home. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as he grabs your waist, arching against your body. Hunger pulses between you, messy kisses and white-knuckle restraint. 

Nipping at your ear, he tells you, “If we don’t leave right now I’m gonna fuck you in front of God and everyone.” 

You chuckle, pulling back enough to look at him, his messy curls and big dopey grin, eyes all dark with unfiltered love. The enormity of it makes everything else microscopic by comparison. 

Your eyes drop to his mouth. He gives you a kiss for the road, soft and sweet and lingering. 

After parting, the two of you take a moment to straighten yourselves out, then you say, “Alright, get me the fuck out of here.”

[theobsessedcookiefan]

Lmao 😂 that absolutely perfect I loved it yeah I’m totally seeing it working and y/ telling the other ancients about it and the other beasts somehow getting the news too lol it will be hilarious like

Y/n cookie : and that how me and burning spice got married and he give up on getting golden cheese soul jam 😄 as soon they kiss burning spice lips lovingly

Pure vanilla : shock and completely in disbelief how you managed to get marry to a beast cookie

Hollyberry : confused thoughts if she would be happy for you or very concern about your safety

Dark cacao : just sigh and put his palm on his face as he will never get accustomed from your shenanigans

Golden cheese : still can’t believe it actually worked and they are not doomed at all

White lily: wondering how the heck you managed to get a beast to fall in love with you and marry you and what he will do to you

Bonus

Burning spice : scary dog privilege will set earthbread on fire for you will protect you and doesn’t give a shit about the ancients or the other beasts opinions he genuinely in love with you

Thank you for doing that you are the best I love your blog x3

YESSS (live footage of Pitaya Dragon possessing Jollie /JK) NAH BUT FR, IMAGINE. AND THANKS OMG YOU'RE SO SWEET 😭😭😭

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This. This is why you never go outside, one stupid move and next thing you know you're celebrating your own wedding. How did it happen?! You were sure Burning Spice would kick your ass the moment you asked him to marry you but instead he accepted it?? And now you were in a wedding dress (yes even if you're a boy or a non-binary buddy bc be fr, he's not going to wear the dress.) standing next to a very happy and proud Lord of destruction.

First row of seats were occupied by the Ancients who were just as shocked as you, especially Golden Cheese who managed to keep her souljam but at what cost? You could tell exactly what were they all thinking "This is so wrong in so many levels..".

Then in the other side of the front row was Mystic Flour who didn't seem as happy as her fellow friend, you had specified that they shouldn't try to kill each other at the wedding and surprisingly they had listened... Huh, I guess having such a powerful and kinda terrifying husband has its advantages.

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[hoovesandfloorpaws]

Hey, why do people assume Harry is non-binary ? Is it because he is called H?

Hello lovely,

I haven't been here 2018 - most of 2024, so I have missed most of the public discussions while they were happening, but I have caught up a lot, because as a fellow trans person, this is obviously a very close-to-home-topic for me. Please be aware, though, that I might not have all public information on this.

The most widely believed theory in this space is that H might be genderfluid. 🏳️‍⚧️ but until H states anything publicly in spoken word, that remains a theory.

But: his family/friends/fellow musicians/loved ones have been publicly calling him "H" for over a decade now (edit: Robin has been calling Harry "H" ever since the X-Factor); have been using she/her pronouns for H, also calling her Sue (posted publicly on IG, etc.) or calling Harry a "non-woman" (instead of "cis man"). I think that is about everything that's publicly known right now. Especially after Harry released Fine Line in 2019, the discussions and theories about it started within fandom - with very well-founded reason!

Not to forget that for years, Harry (and Louis) had already made comments about gender identity before 2019 and that Harry was already publicly wearing skirts in 2011 and kept "mocking"/rejecting gender roles.

This is a very complex discussion, though, so I'd like to direct you to additional resources: Harry And Gender Harry's Gender • Sue • Genderfluid • Gender Identity - all tags by @twopoppies (who was here before and after the release of Fine Line) Harry's Gender Presentation • Gender Fluidity • Harry's Gender • Trans Harry • Gender Fluidity - all tags by @daisiesonafield-blog Fine Line Harry In A Dress Harry In Make-Up

thank you for the kind question x 💖

[koneko48]

The Queer Reading of HxH

I’ve read and re-read Hunter x Hunter at least 46 times, and I always come back to the same conclusion: HxH is a queer manga.

First of all, this post is just the first part of my analysis, so I’ll be posting the rest on my account later ;P

1. fan service in shonen manga ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

1. Fan service in shonen manga

In the shonen industry, fan service is super common — and it's usually aimed at straight guys. You know the drill: women and girls with boobs bigger than my future, who serve no purpose other than being love interests, random nude scenes for no reason, super sexualized outfits… The thing is, these manga are traditionally made for an exclusively straight male audience, so they often end up being sexist or ignoring the existence of complex female characters altogether.

2. Fan service in hxh ? ¯_(- > -)_/¯

So, is there fan service in HxH? The answer is yes. Like most other shonen series, Hunter x Hunter does include fan service — but in a very… unique way.

While reading Yoshihiro Togashi’s work (the mastermind behind the manga), I realized something wild: the fan service is almost entirely male. Nope, not a joke!

There are tons of shirtless dudes in HxH — really, it’s everywhere. But if you’re looking for even one nude woman? Good luck. I haven’t found a single one. And when I say fan service, I’m not kidding!

Hisoka, for example, (besides wearing heels) is very "provocative" — that's what people would say about him if he were a woman.

Hisoka at his prime.

And don’t even get me started on Killua, who made me so jealous because when I was 12, I didn’t have a six-pack… (╥﹏╥)

Bro’s supposed to be younger than me, help!

Besides the sexualization, female characters are actually quite well represented in the manga, as well as in both anime adaptations (1999 and 2011). Take Biscuit Krueger for example, Gon and Killua’s Nen teacher. At first, we’re led to believe she’s a cute little girl — very kawaii (probably a nod to Togashi’s wife’s manga, Sailor Moon). But a few episodes later, we see her true form: she’s actually 57 years old and can transform into a bodybuilder whenever she wants. Biscuit is known to be very strong and uses Nen like no one else, since she even taught it to her students. Remember after her transformation in front of one of the three Boomers, Boomer #3 asked her why she hid her true form from people, to which she replied that she was very self-conscious about her body (I’ve never seen that in any other manga in my life) and that it wouldn’t be a secret technique otherwise.

Anyway, besides Biscuit, I have plenty of other female characters in mind, like Morena Prudo, who is insolent, mean, wants to kill everyone, very intelligent and doesn’t hide it, and scares men, etc. Or Senritsu / Melody (I really like Melody), who literally has baldness and works as a bodyguard in the mafia. And then there’s Teta, who has a square-shaped head (I cried when I saw her design ✧｡٩(ˊᗜˋ )و✧*｡) and teaches Nen to the biggest antagonist in the story, which requires great mental strength, and who doesn’t hesitate to shoot him dead cold in the head.

3. Oh I almost fgt ! Kurapika ! ‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚

His case is quite funny since we don’t actually know if Kurapika is a girl or a boy. At first glance, if you watched the English version or any non-Japanese one, you’d be sure he’s a boy... But if, like me, you have the IQ of a rock and when you first read about Kurapika, you thought she was a girl because he wears a dress and has long hair, then concluded he was a boy after googling… well, Google lied to us! In reality, we DO NOT know Kurapika’s gender. In the manga, he uses "watashi wa," a very rare pronoun in everyday language because it’s gender-neutral. On top of that, Togashi (he’s insanely talented) has never stated anything about it. Conclusion: I have no freaking idea and honestly, I don’t care. Maybe he's non-binary...

Ultimate conclusion of my whole post: It’s clear that Togashi didn’t create HxH for a straight male gaze (no one will talk about the reactions me and my friends had when we saw Hisoka half-naked).

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Coming soon: "LGBT Characters in HxH" 🌈 (yeah, I put a rainbow)

[feminist-furby-freak]

“Passing” as a concept is bs but this is especially true for non-binary. You’re asking everyone else to pretend that we can’t tell what sex you are and to be up to date on gender trends so we can accurately guess how you want us to perceive you. Like is [some hypothetical male] wearing an ugly dress and lipstick in a trying to be a woman way or a trying to be non-binary way. We know we’re supposed to pretend he’s not a man but we also have to guess if we’re supposed to tell if he’s just badly dressing up as a woman or is deliberately being some other third thing.

Many trans identifying females only perform androgyny in ways that cater to the male gaze. Sure they’ll have a stylish short haircut and wear flannels but they almost always remove their body hair and continue to wear makeup in a “lighter” style. Unlike mean hairy butch dykes, who they would never look like (gross) they “reject gender” without meaningfully challenging gendered roles. They seek to position themselves as “not women” while safely obeying the most sacred rules of presenting as a woman. By adopting new pronouns or a new label they can justify fulfilling the tomboy, girl next door, effortless beauty male fantasy. A woman who rejects the patriarchal beauty standards without rejecting her identity as a woman is infinitely more transgressive than a woman who takes no meaningful actions and invents a new label to reframe her conformity as deviance. It’s just lazy.