#i should be more loud about being trans

[mipexch]

QUEER TRANS BEETLE BUG THING

[david-watts]

nothing makes my blood boil more than seeing the piece of shit school I used to go to flying a pride flag outside. what do they have to take pride in? fraud?

[femur-bandit]

I wish I could be nonbinary and be respected for who I am without being faced with doubt or hatred or disbelief lol. without having to be scared. I don't like being nonbinary

[rabdoidal]

I’ve been thinking a lot about how gay people say I love you, and I mean that literally. 

I’ve known people for a few hours most, and said “I love you” and meant it - new years parties, university tutorials, anime conventions - the gay woman who was a friend of a friend giving my friends and I a lift home in the winter cold was an angel, and I meant it when I said “Thank you, I love you, get home safe.” The person from high school that I lost touch with then reconnected with telling me about their girlfriend was like filling my lungs again for the first time in years, and I meant it when I said “Please, next time bring your girlfriend, I love her already.” My grandmother that told me about how she used to use bandages to bind back in the 80s and how her first husband was gay was the first person in my family to make me feel normal, and I meant it when I said “I love you, I hope you’re happy now.” The friend I found through our shared love of Scooby Doo and then proceeded to run the gamut of labels and pronouns with is my home 8000 miles away, and I still mean it when I say “I love you, we should call more.” And I mean it when I scream “I love you” to every person I meet in fleeting hugs and hand-holds at the pride parade, even when I’m overstimulated and exhausted by the time I get home, glitter-sick and shy.

I think we say I love you for every reason you could say I love you, but more than anything, it’s the simple fact of seeing someone who is your family that makes you want to grab them by the shoulders and tell them that you love them. Gay people have such a long history of being family and community when no one else would take us, and every time I see someone being openly queer, I love them. I love your smeared lip-gloss and your septum piercing and your dyed hair and your crooked teeth and your leather harness and your pronoun pins and your Doc Martens and your chipped nail polish and your loud laugh and your T-beard and your Adam's apple and the way you twirl a little clumsily in your skirt. It’s 100 meanings of the word - what you said was funny, I love you - you’re a dickhead, but I love you - I’m glad you figured things out, I love you - you don’t need to say anything, I love you - thank God there’s another trans person here, I love you - you make me feel whole, I love you - we hurt each other, but I still love you.

[noellefan101]

Your First Date-Genshin pt 3

Characters: Lyney, Freminet, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Alhaitham x gn reader

Summary: Your first date with them,

Warnings: lyney flirting, tea

Note: omg im finally done, i really liked writing these tho, ye thats all i have to say school literally destroyed my brain, love you

Lyney

he would definitely preform a TON of magic tricks during your first date, both romantic, some are just pretty to look at and then there´s the brother-you're-just-embarrassing-yourself magic tricks

: said ever so kindly by Lynette

wouldn't make your date as public as his shows, since he wants to share the moments and magic tricks with you only

(+ Lynette, Fremi and "father" if she asked him so, but yk, they're only made for you)

after he had given you more rainbow roses than you could ever count to, he set out some homemade goods, like cookies, a cake, cupcakes(whatever you lik)

(in which he definitely didn´t spend a few days learning to make)

overall 10/10 (if you dont ask lynette, she had to leave bc of the amount of secondhand embarrassment(she was there at the start)) and it was enjoyable for u.

Freminet

yes, you would be underwater for your first date, but if you really don´t like it(yet)he can just take you some other time

^^but he would prefer to show take you on your first

[and yes, Lyney and Lynette (+his other siblings at home)did bet on when he would finally confesses and take you on a date]

he would let you wear his diving helmet if you really wanted to, but he would also just wear it if he felt embarrassed, or wanted to tell you a story (most likely abt pers)

he aslo ended up showing you a few of his mechanics(robots?)

and showed you some works in progresses other people haven´t seen, other than him and pers ofc

Wriothesley

he would drink tea with you in his office

^^maybe Sigewinne baked you something too,

but you mainly drank tea and just talked the whole time

(bro likes tea so much, someone pls make him shut up abt it)

well other than showing you and talking about his (absolutely massive) tea collection (and cake/bakery(sry))

if he´ll ever let you talk, ofc he will(its a very unfunny joke), he´ll listen to you for as long as you´d want to talk

you also laughed a little when he told about how melusines and stickers dont work well

and he liked seeing and hearing your laugh, so he might go for a date number two

Neuvillette

he would take you out to a fancy restaurant or he would just sit and talk with you somewhere more private

but maybe include a Melusine passing by here and there, checking on you both or for some work-related reasons (that they then put off, just a little, when seeing you both together)

i imagine that you would try some different types of water with him, by his request, and tried your dam best to find a difference.

but he would also get you any kind of drink, dessert or food you´d like

all in all its pretty easy bonding with him, and he just likes being beside you and spending time with you

Alhaitham

he would take you to a quiet cafe where you could sit in peace, since he doesn´t like loud places and want you two to be alone for the most part

he would pay 100% he doesn't even give you a chance to try and pay for anything (he´s nice when he wants to be)

he definitely brought a book with him to read(+ one for you) and would either let you talk while he reads a "little", or he would just read out loud so you know what kind of books he likes

he´s not good at doing any kind of romantic things, but he did try and do something

that including:

taking you out on the date later in the evening so he later could show you the stars, and point out some constellations

asking your friends (and maybe family) what you like food-wise, so he knows what kind of place he should have in mind when picking the place of your date

thank you for reading i don´t think i´ll make any more of these, but if you want it i´ll do it, luv ya-Masterlist

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[cuubism]

some canon-verse trans Hob for the lovely @five-and-dimes who recently got top surgery! 🥳🥰 congratulations, I'm truly so happy for you, my friend. please accept this humble offering

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“So, it actually started on a dare,” Hob says, on the day he tells Dream the story of him. Or of this part of him, anyway.

Normally, Hob gets a bit guarded the first time he tells someone he’s trans. It’s hard to predict with absolute certainty how people will react, especially ones he’s just become romantically involved with. He’s had it go poorly, to say the least, in the past.

He doesn’t feel that way with Dream. It’s not because there’s so much trust between them—they’re still new, after all. No, it’s something about Dream himself. For all his prickly and standoffish nature, being close to him feels like sinking into a warm lake, into a dark sleep where secrets and hidden wishes float up like glowing reeds to the surface. Deep, personal feelings feel safe with Dream; he cradles them in his hands and soothes them. Or that’s how it feels, when Hob is touching him.

Personification of dreams, indeed.

“A dare?” Dream echoes.

“Sort of," Hob says. "Got frustrated with people saying women should or shouldn’t do this or that or the other thing, so I decided if they felt so strongly about it I’d just be a man. Moved somewhere no one knew me, dressed differently, got stronger, practiced the sword—and that was that. No one seemed to care much, once you were at war. So long as you could swing a sword and not get yourself killed.”

“A choice, then,” Dream says. He’s listening very intently, hands folded on his knees, untouched tea on the coffee table before him.

“At first. Was only after I’d been living that way for a few decades—before and after we met—that I realized while there might be a handful of women out there living as men for the freedom of it, that they didn’t all like it. Given the choice they’d rather just be women in a more equal world. You know?”

Dream hums in understanding.

“But I didn’t want to go back,” Hob continues. “I felt like... who I'd become was the truth of me all along.”

“Identity, while not wholly immutable, is resilient against adversity and circumstance,” says Dream. “You found what your heart wanted you to be, if in a circuitous manner.”

“You seem very unbothered by it,” Hob observes, sipping his tea.

Dream frowns. “Why would I be bothered by it?”

“Dunno.” Apparently he can’t fully shake that this’ll put a wedge in us feeling. “People sometimes are. Feel deceived, or something like that. So they say.”

“If they are deceived, it is by their own assumptions,” Dream says, with disdain. “You should be as you dream yourself, Hob. No more nor less. Put aside these petty physical trappings.”

“I do actually have to live in these ‘physical trappings’ even if you don’t, you silly thing.” He can’t help laughing. “Besides, I rather like being some kind of living creature in the world, rather than what? A ghost? Best I can do is make this body as close to how it should be as possible.”

Hob’s come to like his body, for the most part, in the form that he’s made it. He didn’t always. But he needs a body of some kind to be alive, and he likes being alive. So what he couldn’t change, he made peace with.

Besides, they have hormone treatments nowadays. Brilliant stuff. Makes it so much better.

“Anyway, now you know. I wanted you to. Since we’re together.” It’s still a marvel. Together.

“Thank you,” says Dream, with evident sincerity. “It is a privilege to be gifted your secrets.”

“Not really a secret, but I get what you mean.” He takes Dream’s hand, just to touch him, and admits, “Telling it to you is like… I don’t know. Feels like when I was younger and first admitted out loud, ‘I’m a man. I want to stay like this.’”

It hasn’t been a proper secret in a very long time. But giving it to Dream is like the freedom of releasing a held breath, even so.

“I am the harbor and cradle of dreams,” Dream says in reply. He traces his fingers over Hob’s. Does Dream’s strange form just spring from the ether? Hob wonders. Or does he have to choose it? The way Hob chose his? “Dreams of being and becoming… these are most precious for they grow from tough soil. I can only protect them, I cannot create them. You must do that. And I expect that were I to find you in the Dreaming, there would be a fantastic garden there, indeed.”

Dream himself is the most fantastical thing. “Well, darling, just know your work is appreciated.”

Dream’s lips tip up in a tiny smile. When he meets Hob’s gaze again, his eyes have gone dark and starry. He folds Hob into a hug, and—

oh, it’s like being hugged by the universe itself.

Hob feels the light breeze of a warm dark night, when he’d lain by the dying fire in a war camp in the French countryside, and looked up at a million stars and first whispered to himself what if this is really who I am? Dream is that breeze and those stars. The dying embers that had lit him as he’d run his hands over his body and felt it differently than he ever had before, and been terrified because what would it mean?—but also thrilled and alive. Dream is the night wrapping around him in that moment, the night that was listening to his dreams no matter how quietly he admitted them, Dream is that and more and the voice in his heart telling him it would be okay.

A younger, more uncertain Hob would have needed this. Hob now is older, and he already knows who he is and what he wants, but he falls into Dream’s embrace all the same. A tear slips from his eye, and Dream kisses his cheek, wiping the tear away with his tongue before leaning their heads together.

“I could craft you any body you wanted in the Dreaming,” he says lowly. “However I think the one you have made with your own hands is more remarkable.”

Oh, God, he’s going to tear up again. “Dream, you are the most beautiful, wonderful thing.”

Dream hums in pleasure at the words, and lets Hob hold him close, lets him cradle his head to his chest, a dream kept close to his heart. One that he knew as soon as he saw it walk into the White Horse. Sooner even than he truly knew himself.

Then Dream looks up at him with a hopeful expression. “With these truths revealed, are we able to be intimate?”

Hob laughs so hard he has to tip his head back against the couch. “Wow. One track mind with you, isn’t it? I spill my heart and that’s what I get?”

Dream grumbles, tucking his face in against Hob’s neck to press his lips to Hob’s throat. “I find myself impatient of late.”

“Knew all along you were only with me for my body.” He’s grinning, though. Can’t stop.

“Well. Considering it is such a lovely one.” He plucks at Hob’s shirt buttons. Lecherous little nightmare.

It feels fucking good, though, to be desired.

“C’mere, then,” he says, and drags Dream into his lap.

Dream settles there with a purr, starts playing with Hob’s hair, but says, “I would not truly derail this moment, nor distract from your feelings if you do not wish it.”

“Oh, I wish it. You’ve no idea how much I want you right now. You’re like a prize.” He cradles Dream’s beloved face between his hands. “Stick around for long enough and you’ll get the most incredible Dream at the end of it.”

“Or at the beginning,” Dream says, and Hob’s heart swells so much to hear him voice that that he has to kiss him.

When he does, Dream makes a low, pleased sound, settling deeper in his lap. Yes, this moment, this life, is certainly the prize for all of those years hanging onto those dreams:

the dream of his lover

and the one of himself.

[sergle]

what I was talking abt earlier. we have fully looped back around and away from feminism, societally, whereas before it was very Feminism 101 to acknowledge that many parts of existing as a woman in a misogynistic society are painful and upsetting. not that being a woman is Inherently Negative in a bubble. but that living on this earth, in the conditions we're living in, is hostile to women. and that gender is a performance. that many of the Staples Of Femininity as accepted by society are things that you have to create and perform and mold artificially and aren't inherent, that COMPLAINING about day to day difficulties of existing as a woman is something that you're allowed to do. acknowledging these basic, again, feminism 101 things, that something tied to womanhood is more time consuming or more expensive or more dangerous Because Of The Problems. does not CREATE the problems. that when women complain about having to perform femininity, they are not, in fact, oppressing themselves. the call does not come from inside the fucking house. saying that you HAVE suffered does not fucking equate that you believe you SHOULD have suffered.

like I could talk about this for hours. how braindead and one-dimensional the Takes are getting. "being a woman is looking in the mirror and going fuck yeah i'm a woman" damn. I guess any negative experiences you have by living in a misogynistic world... are your fault if you are anything but positive? "you don't actually want liberation" we've fully gone back to telling feminists "you WANT to be oppressed" when anything negative about our society is pointed out. it's not real until I say it out loud, I guess, and then I'm actually the one who caused it. if anybody expresses any unhappiness with how they're treated or the status quo or the language and culture surrounding womanhood and femininity. they've created it, right that second. they invented it just now. it wasn't a problem before somebody complained, right? also trans women aren't braindead zombies who just follow the flow of whatever cis women around them say. I am pretty fucking sure they are very much aware of pain, and are MORE than aware of the swirling torrent of misogyny and standards of femininity than anybody else. actually. and I am pretty sure someone complaining on tumblr that being a woman means always putting on a performance is going to make someone change their mind about transitioning. also "performing femininity" as a necessity to being treated well as a woman is not fucking NEWS to your Local Trans Woman. I AM PRETTY SURE SHE GETS THE CONCEPT. using trans women as a scapegoat for this braindead perspective on gender politics is spineless, meritless, and pathetic.

[hallowedmistress]

stardew sexuality hcs!

bachelors + bachelorettes

alex

definitely gay

grew up in a homophobic, religious family

first time he saw gay people was on tv on a news program about same-sex marriage being legalised

george immediately turned it off in disdain and evelyn distracted him with some food, but the thought lingered at the back of his mind

as he grows up, he collects sports magazines. more often with lean, muscular men on the covers than not

he suppresses it for years but it comes to a head when the cute new farmer moves in

and the rest is history

elliott

homoflexible

knew he was into men since he was very young

his family wasn't pleased to say the least. their only son, gay and a writer? the blasphemy.

didn't dare confess to any of his childhood crushes because he grew up in a pretty old fashioned area

instead wrote letters and stuffed them into used cans and threw them into the sea

lived in zuzu city for a short while before moving to stardew valley, had a relatively unhealthy lifestyle of drinking and hookups and no sleep. the cabin on the beach helped with his insomnia

very rarely attracted to women; usually into the type of women who mistake him for a lesbian

sam

unlabelled

leans more towards men

vincent called him weird at first but wrapped his head around it pretty quick

jodi doesn't talk about it but she just wants him to be happy and not hide any part of himself

kent absolutely flips when sam brings the farmer, his boyfriend, over

they make it work. kent warms up to the farmer, and the strict military rules drilled into his head slowly come undone

he reluctantly tells sebastian he likes guys at the saloon one night while abigail isn't around. sebastian just says 'huh', and beats him at pool.

sebastian

queer, on the aromantic spectrum

never really thought about romance. he has enough to deal with by himself, why should he want someone else?

has a little crush on sam when they're kids

only realises it was romantic when sam tells him that he likes guys. and sebastian realises oh, i can do that.

he doesn't really tell anyone but he blurts it out to his mother one afternoon

robin is supportive, and curious at first

demetrius... doesn't say much.

after kissing sam for a dare, he huddles inside a blanket with a red face for a whole day

harvey

heteroflexible

he likes women, but likes the occasional buff man

he's vocal with his support of the community, and pins up a pride flag on the clinic's wall

he lost a trans girlfriend to suicide back in the city. it sticks with him, and he makes sure to respectfully inquire about all his patients' mental health and if they need anything

he likes the farmer for their cool, confident demeanor regardless of their gender.

shane

straight

never thought about his sexuality

kissed a few of his homies back in college before he dropped out

hasn't really "fallen" for anyone before the farmer

abigail

bisexual

this girl is so, so bi

she definitely read manga on sites named stuff like yaoiparadiseheaven growing up

always shipped the protagonist and rival in pokemon games

has a few bi pride pins. pierre hates it and wants her to tone it down, but she refuses. loud and proud

caroline chides her, but is secretly proud of her and even buys her some sapphic movie dvds

haley

lesbian

it's complicated. she knows she has some sort of comphet, and she hates it

she wants to be out to the whole town just to prove a point, but she wants to present as straight at the same time just to feel more accepted

she flirts with guys and then feels like throwing up

she tries to flirt with girls and ends up insulting them

she and abigail have some sort of sapphic jealousy thing going on

when the farmer comes to town, abigail knows she's head-over-heels for the butch immediately despite her previous insistence that she only likes femme women

leah

definitely a lesbian

chill about it. she doesn't tell anyone, but she doesn't hide it

she has a vase painted the lesbian colours

her ex from the city is non-binary

she doesn't expect to fall for the farmer at all, but ends up yearning for months

boldly sculpts a messy piece of two women kissing

she and male!farmer would talk about women together

penny

her labels keep changing

she's into women, and into pretty guys.

she used to always keep an eye out for the woman who worked the jojamart counter

pam catches her reading a lesbian romance once, and penny fears the worst

instead, pam just nods and mentions she went out with some women herself and penny just stops in her tracks wide-eyed

when she first meets the farmer, she can't stop blushing around them

maru

she never really fathomed being attracted to men in the first and doesn't get why demetrius is so against her having male friends

demetrius is obnoxiously supportive once he finds out. the farmer sighs every time they walk in on an overly large display of support

he celebrates her coming-out anniversary every year

lesbian in stem

she's also on the asexual spectrum. something like demisexual, maybe. she doesn't have it figured out yet

emily

pansexual, and open about it

every time someone asks if she has a boyfriend, she corrects them to 'significant other'.

romance doesn't work like 'normal' to her

every friendship has a little romance, and every romance has a lot of friendship. isn't that the best way to live?

she's very affectionate. with friends, family, s/o's, anyone.

[grave-z-boy]

are you comfortable with writing about a transman? if so id like to see arthur morgan comforting ftm!reader, maybe calling him a "good boy" to make him happy x

Arthur Morgan x Trans!male!reader

Summary: Reader runs into an old family member and is desperately in need of comfort afterwards. (Once again making excuses to be sad and transgender)

Words: 1264

Warning: hurt/comfort, pre-transition reader is referred to as “dead” and “little girl” by reader, reader threatens his cousin, shitty family members.

A/n: shorter fic cuz I've been banging my head against the wall trying to get the rest of my writing back.

Masterlist

“You need to eat.”

You glanced up at Arthur, the fire between the two of you illuminating him in a orange glow. Your food had gone cold, and you didn’t mean to be wasteful, but today was…a lot. You shifted uncomfortably on the large rock you'd perched yourself on.

“‘M not hungry.”

You heard him sigh as you stared down at your plate.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong or are you just gonna sit there and sulk.”

“It's nothing-”

It was something, it was definitely something. You went into town on your own, bright and early so you could be in and out of the shops and get back to camp while the sun was still up. That was the plan, pick up some spices, and oddly enough a picture frame, Arthur had asked for it but he said it wasn't for him, probably gonna be a gift of some kind, you didn't think too much about it.

While you were making sure you're satchel was still secure, you heard a familiar voice.

“D/n?” he called from across the street.

You froze, but just for a moment, you tried climbing onto your horse as fast as you could by you were stopped by a firm grip on your shoulder. Turning, you saw him, right in front of you, your cousin, your asshole of a cousin, Damian.

“Well I'll be damned, it is you!”

Taking a breath you said, “Do I know you?”

“‘Do you’- d/n stop playing around!”

His voice was loud, loud enough to garner unwanted attention from those around you.

“I don't know no d/n sir, you've got the wrong man, now you best take your hand off me before you lose it.”

He backed off, a small apologetic yet nervous smile on his face, “sorry, you just uh, look an awful lot like my little cousin.”

Finally mounting your horse, you looked down at the man. You didn't say anything, just holding his gaze in yours for a long moment before giving him a quick nod and riding off.

You rode out of town faster than you should have, gaining various shouts and complaints from the townspeople who'd nearly stepped in your way.

As you broke out into the open road, your mind swelled with thoughts.

D/n was dead, she’d been dead a long, long time and you really didn't need reminders of her life, especially not the parts she hated.

You didn't want to hate your cousin, you just did. He was an ass and so was the rest of his family, you guess that technically included you too, but you never really felt like they were your family- even when you were little. You were different, so they treated you different. You never knew what tipped them off so early. Maybe you played with the boys too much, or you were too rough with the girls. Whatever it was, they knew before you did, they considered their daughter dead before she was, and they treated you like you killed her.

You liked being dead now, you thought you wouldn't have to worry about your family anymore, they had a whole funeral for you and everything, you figured that they'd move on, that if you did run into them, they'd take you as a ghost and nothing more. Your cousin was always an asshole though, and could never quiet get with the program, that made y'all alike in some ways, but mostly it just drew a bigger rift between you and your family. Everybody loved him, but they hated you, wasn't that funny?

You skid to a stop right outside of camp, zoning back into your surroundings just in time. Hoping off your horse, petting her for a short moment before tying her to a post.

It didn't take long for Arthur to find you, having only been in camp a couple of minutes before he spotted you. Before he even reached you, he could see the grim look on your face as you sat on your cot, glaring at the ground.

Arthur sat next to you, rubbing your back with his hand for a short moment. Arthur wasn't really a touchy person, not in front of people at least, a soothing touch on the back was as close to a kiss as you'd get with this many people around.

You glanced up at him, meeting his eyes for a short moment before starting back down at the ground below.

It didn't take much for him to convince you to take a ride with him, especially when he offered to let you ride his horse with him, you appreciated it, knowing that yours would have bucked you off the moment you saddled her after you nearly ran her through camp. You almost felt bad- when you climbed on the horse behind Arthur, watching him avert his gaze from anyone who looked in your direction.

He wasn't ashamed, you knew that, he was just private, didn't like it when people paid too much attention to your relationship, or you at all for that matter.

You rode together for a long while, once you figured the road was clear enough, you wrapped your arms around Arthur and rested against his back, you felt him tense, then ask if you were okay, you nodded, he relaxed after a moment, quietly continuing down the road, he knew you weren't alright, not fully, but he figured talking could wait a couple of hours.

Now you're here, you sat on a rock while Arthur set up camp, when you mumbled an offer to help, he shot it down, reassuring you it was fine.

By the time food was cooked, the sun had set completely, the fire being the only source of light.

“- I swear I just…ran into somebody today.”

You could here the faint clink of silverware against the bowl as Arthur set it to the side.

“‘Somebody’ like who?”

You sighed.

“Like my cousin, Damien, ran into him in town today.”

You weren't fully sure you told Arthur about Damien, but when you looked up at him over the fire you could see a look of annoyance on his face, so you had to at least have mentioned him and his aggravating exploits.

“It's stupid, I just… I don't know. I thought that I would never run into them again, or maybe that they wouldn't recognize me if they did. But he called that little girl's name and it just felt like my heart had stopped.”

Starting down at the dirt, you heard Arthur push himself up off the ground, the dirt crunching beneath his boots. Then he was sitting right next to you, the stone just big enough to hold two queers at once. Meeting his eyes again, you opened your mouth to speak, but all that came out was a long, tired sigh.

“I know, “ he said, his voice so calm and soft, a tone reserved for those that deserved it, “come here, boy..”

And you did, leaning your head on his shoulder, buried in the nook of his neck, your arms just barely around him in an effort. He wrapped his arms around you far tighter, pulling you into him, feeling your shallow breaths as the day's events replayed in your mind.

“That's it, good boy,” he muttered.

A small smile formed on your face. You hummed in contentment, squeezing him a bit tighter, forcing a small chuckle out of him.

“You liked that?” you nodded, he laughed again.

“It's helping..”

“I'll keep that in mind.”

[mipexch]

where beetles trans

everywhere my friend

[honeylemony]

Every single anti- bi/pan-lesbian post i make goes the same way.

I go "hey lesbians dont experience attraction to men actually."

And some fucknut goes "thats exclusionary!! Lesbians can fuck men!!"

And i go "so thats rape culture. Youre advocating for lesbian corrective rape"

And they go "you dont respect diverse genders/sexualities!!"

And i go "i dont care what people call themselves, feel free to make up new labels, but lesbianism does not include attraction to men"

And the circle back around to "youre being exclusionary!! And a terf!!"

And i go "excluding is not inherently morally bad. Including is not inherently morally good. Also, im only talking about not being attracted to men, why do you think i mean "trans women" when i say men"

Then they go "well theres a long history of lesbians fucking men! Dont deny history!"

And i go "those lesbians were bisexual women who fought hard to have their own label and identity. You are being biphobic by erasing their struggles. Additionally, something having history doesnt absolve it of any crime"

And sometimes theyll go "but men fucking lesbians is a kink! You cant kinkshame!"

And ill go "something being a kink does not automatically mean it can't be criticized. Are pedophilia and beastiality a kink? Are they something that should be allowed? Kinks are not some magical, untouchable item that can do no harm in any situation."

And they'll go back to "some people just have open or fluid genders/sexualities! You cant box us in!"

And i go "sure. And you cant tell me how open or closed my sexuality is. You cant redefine a sexuality for all lesbians just because you want to. A sexuality is not more morally correct when open, and not more morally condemnable when closed. Aren't you against political lesbianism? How is political fluidity any better? (fluidity just for the sake of being more Politically Correct)"

And they go "but youre being mean!! Youre being loud and mean and your tone is bad"

And i go "well im a sexual assault survivor advocating against sexual assault of lesbians. My tone is probably indicative of how strongly i feel about this issue. Plus, its fucked up to ask an oppressed class to try and get the boot off their neck as prettily and quietly as possible."

And then they devolve into calling me a transphobe-terf mean scary fat lesbian who doesn't care about other people. All over me saying "lesbians do not fuck men".

[transmascpetewentz]

I want to talk about the group of TERFs weaponizing the talking points that we use to bring attention to the severity of what we experience under transandrophobia, in order to be incredibly transmisogynistic (and actually transandrophobic too).

None of these radfems are actually trans men. Some of them identify as transmasc, and I do not want to erase that, but none of them identify as men in any way. These radfems show up every few days in the transandrophobia tag, and in related tags, and try to use as many buzz-words as possible to make themselves sound credible. Here are some talking points that you should be wary of, and explanations for why they are misleading and horribly misinterpreting what transandrophobia theory actually is.

The idea that the oppressor class is AMAB people, and/or that we need an "AFAB solidarity movement"; this is wrong. To act like transandrophobia is perpetuated by AMAB trans people more than it is perpetuated by cis women is based not in reality but instead in online discourse. In trans-heavy spaces, transfem voices can sometimes be very loud in silencing transmascs, but this is an exception, not the rule. Transfems silencing transmascs comes from a place of trauma and lateral transphobia, while cis women silencing transmascs comes from a place of weaponizing their status as our oppressors.

The idea that transfems are part of the oppressor class at all; this is an intentional misinterpretation of what transandrophobia theory actually is. Cis men and cis women have their own distinct roles in oppressing trans men, trans women do not. Honestly, if anyone who genuinely believes in transandrophobia theory who isn't baiting falls for this, I don't even know what to say anymore.

Pretending like our critiques of woman-centric feminism don't go far enough. More than likely, the person making this point is a supporter of woman-centric feminism, but they do not include trans women in their definition of "woman." Stay clear of any rhetoric like that.

Anyone who seems particularly unwilling to call out cis women's role in perpetuating transandrophobia. While this might be a transmasc who is too scared of speaking up for himself, an easy way to check is to see if they post more about trans women being laterally transphobic, or cis women oppressing trans men. If they post more about the former than the latter, they are most certainly a TERF.

Make sure to make it clear that none of these TERFs represent transandrophobia theory as a whole. This is a disgusting misinterpretation of what we have been saying, and none of these people have any sympathy for what trans men actually go through, especially gay trans men, who they assume have "straight privilege." TERFs are vile and have no place in our movement. Call it out when you see it.

[bell4lan]

"wanna join?"

Genre: Smut + fluff

DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers, trans fetishizers, everyone on my DNI list

CW: Threesome, getting walked in on during sex, double penetration in one hole, feminine words used for Kaveh's privates, oral sex (Kaveh and Alhaitham receiving), protected and unprotected sex (Alhaitham uses a condom reader doesn't), creampie, squirting, PLOT TWIST!!11!!1!1

Character(s)/Reader: Top Alhaitham x Top Male Reader x Bottom Trans Kaveh

"(N-Name) fuck hah~ right there!" Kaveh moaned, yelling out your name so loud the neighbors could hear how good you were making him feel. He clawed at your back as you pounded his sensitive pussy, legs trembling as you hit that special place inside him.

"Fuck Kaveh, how are you always so- hah~ tight?" You asked as he clenched his hole around you, making an even tighter fit. Kaveh only babbled as pleasure took over his brain, rendering that pretty mouth of his useless as all he did was moan.

You both were so loud you didn't notice Alhaitham walk in on you two, watching from the door with a blank face. He positioned the book he had in his hand over his crotch so the erection he had could be hidden. He coughed to make himself know, making you snap your head in the direction of the door.

"Please be quiet. I can't focus on reading over your obnoxious noises." He said, face slightly pink from seeing your cock inside his roommate who looked thoroughly fucked out despite not being finished.

You noticed the blush and glanced down at the book he was holding, noticing the erection he failed to hide.

"Doesn't seem like that's why you can't focus," you chuckled, seeing his face turn more pink. "wanna join?" You asked. Alhaitham's jaw dropped slightly and his eyes widened. Join?

"(Name)?" Kaveh called out as he zoned back in.

"Is it okay if Alhaitham joins darling?" You asked, brushing hair out of your boyfriend's face as you held him. You knew he found Alhaitham attractive, which didn't bother you since Alhaitham was no match for you. Plus, you thought Alhaitham was pretty cute. The blond nodded shyly, keeping his eyes on you.

Kaveh consenting shocked the grey haired man even more. He stood still for a moment, thinking carefully about what he should do. 'Fuck it.' he thought as he dropped his book and took off his clothes, giving in to his sexual urges.

Kaveh whined as you pulled out and helped him onto his hands and knees. Alhaitham was at the side of the bed now, his semi-hard cock in front of Kaveh's face.

"Go on baby, make him hard." You instructed as you kissed your boyfriend's cheek, trailing kisses down his back. Kaveh felt a little embarrassed being so exposed and submissive in front of his roommate whom he always argued with. Regardless, he followed your instructions and licked his cock from the base to the tip and sucked on it softly.

As Kaveh was busy making Alhaitham hard, your kisses trailed down to his dripping pussy. You spread his ass and started licking up his arousal, smirking as he twitched and moaned around Alhaithams tip.

Kaveh whined around Alhaitham's now fully hard cock as you ate his pussy, legs weak from your tongue. He was already close to coming from your earlier activies, but he didn't what to cum on your tongue. No, he wanted dick, he wanted your cock to fill him up again and pound his tight hole.

Eventually, he couldn't handle not being stuffed, so he pulled off Alhaitham's cock and looked back at you as you continued lapping at his folds. "(Name), pl-please I-I need your dick- ngh~. I-" His pleas were cut off by a kiss from you, your tongue roaming his mouth making him taste himself. You then pulled away and cupped his cheek.

"Wanna be filled Kaveh? Need some cock? How would you feel about two, hm?" You teased, running your thumb across his swollen lips. He looked between you and Alhaitham and swallowed hard.

"Will you both fit?" He asked you quietly, wanting to hear your opinion rather than Alhaitham's since you knew more about his body.

"It could work. We'd need to stretch you so it won't hurt as much, but you're already pretty stretched from my dick so it won't take long." You whispered, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly. This decision was all up to Kaveh since he would be the one taking two cocks, so you both gave him all the time he needed to think it over.

However, it wasn't long before you were pushing your cock back into Kaveh. He sighed, a bit relieved that he finally had a dick inside him. You showed Alhaitham how to carefully put his finger in while your cock was inside, thrusting slowly and carefully so Kaveh didn't feel too much pain from the stretch.

"Just like that Haitham, good. You okay baby?" You asked softly, looking over at Kaveh's face. He nodded, swollen pink lips parted as cute moans left them.

The careful stretching of Kaveh's hole continued for a while, but it was finally stretched just enough. Your hips stilled as Alhaitham put on a condom and lined his tip up to Kaveh's prepped hole.

"Be careful Haitham." You whispered in his ear as he started pushing in slowly. Kaveh groaned from just the tip, making Alhaitham stop.

"Are you okay Kaveh?" He asked, concerned about his roommate.

"Y-Yes just keep going slowly." The blond instructed. Alhaitham did as he was told, and pushed his entire cock in very very slowly. Kaveh let out the loudest whine as Alhaitham fully entered, his arms trembling as they struggled to keep his upper body up. Neither you nor Alhaitham moved so Kaveh could adjust to two cocks in him.

"You both are doing so good." You whispered as you rubbed Kaveh's hip comfortingly. You turned to Alhaitham and saw his flushed cheeks and parted lips, looking so kissable. Turning his head, you pressed your lips against his, humming as he kissed back sloppily. Kaveh glanced back and whimpered softly as he saw you and Alhaitham make out, getting wetter from the sight.

"I-I'm ready." Kaveh whined, desperately wanting to get pounded. You broke the kiss and nodded at Alhaitham, signaling him to thrust his hips. The both of you tried your best to thrust at the same time so you all would feel good, but Kaveh was too tight for it to work smoothly. That didn't matter though. Feeling Kaveh's pussy around your cock and Alhaitham's cock rubbing against yours made you shiver and groan, providing you with such mindblowing pleasure. From the noises you heard Alhaitham make, you could tell he was enjoying it too.

And Kaveh...oh Kaveh, he was the loudest he's ever been. Needy whines and moans filled the entire house, letting you both know just how much he loved being stuffed and ruined by 2 cocks. He tried to keep himself quiet, he really did, but your guy's cocks filled him up so much! His sweet spot was hit repeatedly no matter how deep inside either of you were.

He eventually had to give up trying to support his upper body and laid his top half down. Tears streamed down his face as he got overwhelmed from how much pleasure he was feeling, the pillow he laid on was soaked from his tears.

"A-Are you okay Kaveh?" Alhaitham asked as he slowed down his thrusts. You could see the worry on his face, it was adorable. Kaveh could only respond with a quick nod and a whine, signaling that he wanted him to speed up again. Alhaitham seemed to be unsure and looked over at you.

"It's- hah, okay Haitham. Kaveh cries when he feels really good." You quickly explained, trying to sound as clear as possible as you kept up with your thrusts. Alhaitham nodded in understanding and went back to his normal speed, trying to ignore the fuzzy feeling in his chest knowing that he was making Kaveh feel good.

Kaveh babbled something as you both kept pounding his pussy. Alhaitham didn't understand, but you did. He was going to cum, hard. You could tell Alhaitham was getting closer to release too, making you feel relieved. You had been holding back on coming for 30 minutes because you wanted to keep making Kaveh and Alhaitham feel good, but it was getting harder and harder to keep in with each thrust.

Finally, Kaveh let out a very loud and high pitched moan, squirting all over the bed as his cunt tightened around you both. That was all it took to get Alhaitham to pull out and cum into his condom. You thrusted a few more times after Alhaitham pulled out and then pulled Kaveh's hips all the way back so your dick would be deep inside him as you came. Your dick twitched and spurted hot cum into Kaveh, making the blond whimper.

You pulled out carefully, and sat down on the bed. You and Alhaitham watched as pearls of cum dripped out of Kaveh's puffy and used cunt. You glanced over at Alhaitham and chuckled at how mesmerized he looked watching it. You gave him a kiss on the cheek before getting up and moving towards Kaveh, sitting next to him and he lied on his stomach.

"Hey baby, are you okay? Do you need anything?" You whispered softly as you rubbed his back. Kaveh was still trying to gather himself as you spoke to him, so all he did was move closer to you rest a hand on your thigh. You knew this meant he wanted to cuddle, so that's what you did.

As you held Kaveh in one arm, you motioned Alhaitham to come over with the other. He went to the side that wasn't occupied and rested against you, still needing some time to recover from his orgasm.

A few hours later, you all were recovered and cleaning up. Alhaitham was in the shower as you and Kaveh got dressed.

"Hey Kaveh?" You asked as he pulled on his shirt.

"Yes?"

"Do you like Alhaitham?" You asked. Your voice was neutral, so Kaveh couldn't tell if you were upset with him or not.

"Wh-what? Of course not I-I only have feelings for you! If this is about him joining in it wasn't even my idea-" You cut Kaveh off with a soft kiss to the lips, your arms moving to his waist.

"Oh honey you're so bad at lying. I'm not mad at you at all. I only asked cause i've realized that I do, and wanted to see if you would be okay with asking him to join our relationship." You explained. Kaveh looked up at you with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

"Well...I wouldn't mind that, but what if he doesn't want it and we make him uncomfortable?" He asked, arms now around you.

"Kaveh, have you seen the way he looks at us? He practically had hearts in his eyes the whole time we were doing it." You laughed.

"What? No way, you're lying." Kaveh said, but you had no time to defend yourself. Alhaitham entered the room, now completely clothed. He was noticeably more casual around you two, and asked what you were talking about. You glanced at Kaveh and he gave a small nod.

"Um, actually we were talking about you." You confessed. Alhaitham raised a brow and gave you both his full attention.

"I'll get straight to the point. We both have feelings for you and were wondering if you wanted to try joining our relationship. Of course you don't have to fully commit right away. We could all go on dates to see if you like it. We'd appreciate it if you considered." You explained. Absolute silence followed after. Alhaitham stared at you two blankly, but you could tell he was thinking. Kaveh was fidgeting nervously at your side, so you held his hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.

"...okay. I wouldn't mind a date or two." Alhaitham finally replied. Kaveh looked surprised and you just smiled.

"Please tell us if you ever feel uncomfortable during these dates, you can stop them any time you want." Kaveh said, receiving a nod from Alhaitham in return.

You all got to discussing how dates would work, and how the relationship would work if Alhaitham decided to fully join. Both you and Kaveh were very excited about going on a date with Alhaitham. Despite thinking Alhaitham was no match for you earlier, you were glad that you and Kaveh decided to invite him into your relationship.

Now you had two cute boyfriends to love.

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POLYAMORY PLOT TWIST. Mwahahahha

I was originally not going to make this polyamorous, but it was too perfect. The situation needed to end in polyamory it was calling to me.

I hope you guys enjoy this story! Please ignore any minor plot errors, this was originally supposed to be smut only ^^;.

Also shout out to the person who begged me to make this! I appreciate you :P

[lizzieisright]

How can you support Palestine? It’s constantly ranked as one of the worst countries for lgbt rights/safety and people who are found out face death in many instances. A man was decapitated in the street for being found gay and gay sexual relations are illegal with a penalty of jail time… Who do you think you are crusading for? The reality is if you went there with a rainbow flag walking down the street you would not be ok. Queer people flee to Israel for safety because society there as in many Islamic regions is notoriously anti-lgbt. Israel bought their land and have every right to defend themselves contrary to what the people wanting to wipe out their entire country believe

Hello!

I support Palestine because every person has a right to live. Because what is happening is a genocide. It's a fact. You can argue about it to the kingdom come, but it's done by the book genocide and, since it's a fact, opinions can't change it.  

With this being said, I'd like to address two specific points you made.

You can't shame me - or anyone who is queer and supports Palestine - by talking about hate crimes against queer people or describing them. Because before that you should look at your own country and check when was the last time a hate crime happened. I bet it'll be recent. Hate crimes and homophobia are not exclusive to arabic/muslim countries. This point of view is narrow minded at best and racist at worst - either by the lack of education or lack of interest in the world.

"The reality is if you went there with a rainbow flag walking down the street you would not be ok." - At this point I thought you might be a troll because saying this to me? I really am the wrong person to come to with this. I live in Russia. It's illegal to wear rainbow flags here and you will go to jail for it. Chechnya has torture camps for gay men. There's police raids in gay bars in Moscow happening regularly. Trans people are in danger of being forced to detransition. I live in the scenario above, you don't need to scare me with it out of supporting Palestine.

But my point is - I support Palestine as a queer even more as just a human, because I know what it means to live like this. Just because Palestinian queers might not be all loud and proud doesn't mean they don't exist; just because being gay is condemned and puts one's life at risk doesn't mean queers just suddenly stop existing.

And I also know - just as I have support here (my closest friends are straight women with traditional beliefs and they are very comfortable with me being gay, most people I know are not violently homophobic) Palestinian queers have their support, their communities and their people who love them and care for them. And they need our support as well. We don't get to turn our back on our fellow queers just because they happen to live in unsafe places. (and again, this kind of belief stinks of racism or of the need to broaden your worldview horizons. Believe me, the majority of queers are not white and don't live in lgbt-friendly countries)

"Israel bought their land and have every right to defend themselves contrary to what the people wanting to wipe out their entire country believe." My point in this is also really affected by me being Russian. (I'm sorry if some of you are uncomfortable with it, I can't really change it.)

You see, these reasons are very similar to what I've heard when Putin tried to justify the attack on Ukraine.

"Israel bought their land" is just as disgusting to me as "Ukraine didn't exist until 1991". "Israel has every right to defend themselves" is Putin's "We're defending ourselves against the collective West". Which is fucking nonsense.

And this is done by the book propaganda - and I'm not saying this because propaganda is a big word people like to throw around. I know this because I studied propaganda for my bachelor degree as a part of "changing public's opinion" course - me and my classmates were trained in this. They take some historical facts you can't deny or make an enemy out of someone (them vs us) and manipulate it to fit their rhetoric. Once you know how to recognise it you'll never not recognise it again.

Israel is not defending itself by targeting civilians and sniping children - they killed more children in these months than Russia in two years which is horrifying to me - they confirmed multiple times they want to erase Palestine from the face of the Earth. These words don't mean self-defence. It's a colonial power that really wants to show how powerful they are and how unstoppable they are. And again, I know this from the side of the colonial power. For me, people who side with Israel are the same people who side with Russia - and it makes me sick. 

Also please don’t assume that people who support Palestine want to destroy Israel, this is again, very narrow minded. Saving people from genocide by committing another genocide? This is plainly stupid. The world is not black and white, it's more complicated than just taking sides. I'll give an example: I'm queer and I know I'll be in danger if I ever come to Dagestan (close to Chechnya) - but dagestan people fund rise to send humanitarian aid to Palestine and I donate to them, because people are dying and I don't really care if people who'll help them are homophobic to me. Because it's not about me.

But there are moments in history when you need to take a stand, and I will not stand with Israel. (or Russia for that matter)

Anyway. Stand with Ukraine. Free Palestine. 

[nekropsii]

hello oh great provider of art and analysis, do you have any tips on how to correctly analyse a character?

Funnily, I don't think there's a correct way to analyze media, but there are incorrect ways to do it. But my advice for sound analysis is as follows...

Look at Canon. Reference it as heavily as physically possible. Take into consideration who the author is, and what their intentions would be. Extradiegetic Analysis is extremely important. Commit to it. Do not pussyfoot around Extradiegetic Analysis. Take into consideration the story, its tone, who it's made for, who it is marketed towards, what messages it's trying to convey, how, and why. Use Occam's Razor heavily. Ground yourself, turn off "Fandom Brain", and your own personal headcanons. Remember that Characters are Plot Devices, not People- they are put in the story for a reason, and they serve a particular function within the narrative. Ask yourself what that reason is, and what that function is. It's important to get a firm grasp of the story and the characters in it before extrapolating. Ponder their relationships with themself, others, the world around them, their task at hand. Try to take into account framing, themes, motifs, and symbolism.

Grab anything that really stands out to you, see what you can do with it. Analyze why it stands out to you. Does it match your own personal experience in some way? Does it remind you of something else? Does it seem to be setting something up within the context of a story? Are the curtains blue for a reason? If not, should they be? What if they did? What function would that serve?

Analysis is largely asking questions and trying to answer them. Sometimes those questions are posed by the thing you're analyzing itself. Sometimes the question comes from your heart. Sometimes it emerges from something you've latched onto that isn't quite there - a blind spot in the narrative, missed potential, et cetera.

Again, Occam's Razor is your friend. Get very familiar with it. And... Do not consult Freud on anything. If you feel the impulse to consult Freudian analytical concepts without prompting from the narrative itself, that's the devil talking to you. Beat it to death immediately. We do not need Freudian analysis of children's cartoons. We literally do not need that. It will be wrong.

This is one I'm seeing more and more disregard for lately, especially with regards to minority headcanons... Consider the real-world implications of your analysis. I do not think it is very "woke" to headcanon unrepentant sexually abusive assholes as trans women, or characters who are known for their loudness, aggression, and abusive natures as Black. Consider optics for maybe, like, five seconds. Analysis is just as much an act of introspection as it is an act of dissecting a piece of fiction. You need to be able to ask yourself why you're seeing characters the way that you're seeing them. Sometimes that answer is latent bigotry. Unpack that. Work on it. Sometimes the answer is that the author is a bigot and trying to tell you something about the group of people a character is supposedly representative of. Acknowledge it. Unpack that. Work with it. And I mean that seriously- you cannot just skirt around bigotry without perpetuating the bigotry yourself. Analysis will, by way of the vulnerability of the practice, get uncomfortable at times. Be ready for that.

Think critically and think for yourself. A lot of people shoot themselves in the foot by being reactionary, and/or letting other people do the thinking for them. Again, analysis will get uncomfortable at times. It is vulnerable, introspective, and an act of challenging yourself and your worst habits. Commit to that.

Oh, and have fun. Yes, I just spent several paragraphs talking about how analysis is challenging and uncomfortable, but don't make yourself have a genuinely bad time on purpose. You truly do not need to give yourself an attack or episode for the sake of an internet post or something. Horror movie rules - know your limits and respect them.

That's all for now, I think. There's infinite nuance to this subject, but I believe this is a decent 101 post.

[fightingsnails]

Hobie x trans!masc reader

Beach Episode

tea bee ech this is more for me than anyone else a/n: reader wears a binder, I have no idea the weather in the UK nor the situation with beaches. Honestly I didn't know the UK had beaches until heartstopper. bad accent. not proofread

You and Hobie had been friends for a little while now, and you really enjoyed hanging out with him. So when he asked you if you wanted to go to a small beach with him, you felt your heart sink.

Of course you said yes, you really enjoyed the company, and thought that when push came to shove you could own up to it and go to the beach with, knowing that this wouldn't impact your friendship.

But there was that little voice in the back of your head that said otherwise.

You knew he wouldn't care. He was Hobie for crying out loud, one of the most supporting guys you knew, you've even heard him speak out on issues involving transphobia.

But there was the thought that if he knew, he would treat you differently. He wouldn't rough house you, or tease you about issues that guys would usually tease women about, and the rational part of you chalked it up to him not being a mysgonist, but there was still that doubt.

Hell, there was a chance he already knew.

When the two of you had first met, it was just a normal conversation. Then one of his friends had come up and asked for introduction.

"Oi, yeah, t'is is y/n, and they- uh... actually, mind tellin' me whatcha go by, mate?"

Sure, yeah, it was a bit awkward, but him asking you what you go by instead of if you're a guy or a girl was a green flag.

So now you're sitting in your car, beside the beach that you were supposed to be meeting Hobie at. You were fully prepared to go swimming in your shirt and binder, despite knowing better.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when there was a tap on your window, startling you slightly. You whipped your head to face the window, being greeted by Hobie's shit eating grin, clearly satisfied that he startled you.

You opened your door. stepping out and playfully pushing his shoulder.

"You scared the shit out of me." You said, smiling up at him.

He nodded his head, a satisfied smirk still on his face, "Kinda the point, yeah?"

You shook your head, and the two of you began to walk to the beach. This was possibly the most casual had seen the punk, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, exposing his lanky arms and legs. but you decided not to comment on it.

So now your standing feet away from the water. the rhythmic sound of the waves not helping sooth your anxiety in the way you felt like it should. You hear Hobie set his bag down, and after a second you turn to him, seeing him take his shirt off, and you feel anxiety shoot through you.

"You're really going to swim in your shirt?" He asks casually, tossing his next to his bag as he begins to walk towards you. You know he doesn't mean it in a malicious way, but you can't help the way it only makes it more nervous.

"Yeah, I am. I mean it's just... y'know?" You say, crossing your arms over your chest nervously. You wish that you hadn't said that, because you know that just makes you sound guilty for something, and you feel like your suspicion is confirmed when Hobie raises an eyebrow.

"Mate, if your self conscious, y'know I don' care, right?" He assures, coming a bit closer. I mean, you were, but it wasn't in that way, and you felt like if you agreed, you'd be lying to him. Even if you were, there wasn't many people around.

"No, no, it's not that. It's just..." You began, nervously shifting on your feet. Even if you weren't looking at him, you could feel his expression grow slightly worried, and you panicked even more, feeling like you were making a big deal out of something that really shouldn't be.

You buzzed your lips, trying to fill the silence as you thought of your words. "Y'know, like, I guess I just want to take chances on me getting dysphoric." You said, hoping that the phrasing would be subtle enough that if he didn't know what it meant he would just glance over it.

You turned up to him, and you could see the gears turning in his head. After a second he met your eyes and shrugged.

"I mean, I don' really care, but I get it." He said, giving a small, reassuring smile. You felt your nerves soften slightly, thankful that he wasn't making a big deal of the situation.

You couldn't help but smile back, and you gave him a small nod. "Jus lemme know if there's anything I can do, yeah?" He says, lightly punching your shoulder. You can tell that he's trying to soften the tension, and you felt thankful for it.

"Yeah." You replied softly. You were about to drop the subject and step into the water finally, but your mind darted back to the binder your wearing. You know you're not supposed to get it wet, and the thought of the constriction around your chest getting tighter didn't seem very pleasant.

"Actually..." You began, and you felt bad for taking his attention again, but when he turned back to you, you could tell that he doesn't mind. Hobie was always the person who didn't seem to mind helping people, and you tried to keep that in mind while you talked to him.

"I want to, y'know, do what we came here to do, swim, but I'm kinda... binding." You continued, and you could see that the second the words left your mouth, he was already thinking of a solution.

After a second of him thinking, you were about to tell him to drop it, but he began to speak, "You could always jus' wear my shirt, if ya want, not really scared 'bout gettin' wet. Should be big on ya, if you're worried about tha' sorta thing."

You couldnt help but smile again, and you nodded your head. "Yeah! Yeah. That'd be great." You said, nodding your head again. He smiled back at you and he turned to go fetch you his shirt.