#like if you say my name and call me by the correct pronouns i'm gonna be summoned like bloody mary to fucking kill you

[moe-broey]

Also just such a small thing but like. In the F!Lumera FBs when Henriette and Ashe are waiting on backup from Alfonse, and Alfonse is the only one she mentions by name. Like yeah I could be reading into that, maybe he's on his own, maybe it's just shorthand like "Eh they come in twos no need to mention them both it's unspoken/expected that if Alfonse is here, Sharena is close behind him" like. Idk idk that barely tracks for me actually cause personally unless if I'm speaking about a specific sister, I'm always saying "my sisters" or saying both of their names. And esp before getting their own places, the two of them v much felt like a set.

Idk idk just weird to me. I think we should blow her up with our minds

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔽𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕝 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: hihi! platonic blade, welt, jing yuan and dan heng with a teen reader who is like fischl?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hello! Sure! I'm sorry because I kinda made it for fem!reader but if you're alright with just changing princess for prince and so on here and there, it should be alright to read for any gender!

Anyway, hope you enjoy either way!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic

✧ Dan Heng is certainly surprised by your acting, tho every child has their phase he thinks...

✧ he doesn't want to accidentally ruin your childhood so he just goes with it

✧ and if you call him your royal knight? He'll actually be proud from that title! Maybe he won't admit it but he feels somehow happy you're always picking him for ant exploration

✧ tho he's often surprised with your language... you're a teenager and you speak so elegantly? That's certainly useful skill but how the heck did you learned that?!

✧ he's gonna call you whatever your imaginary name is, even if something completely different is in your papers

"I humbly declare you a loyal knight of Prinzessin der Verurteilung!"

"I'll do my best to not fail you then. You can trust me."

✧ if you even have a raven, he'll be even more interested in you... they allowed you to have a raven on the Express? How did you convinced Pom Pom?

✧ either way, he doesn't care if you're just trying to live tour fairy tale life as long as you're happy

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@miya-akane @toyaswif3y - come get your quiet but scary trabilazer!

✧ it's easy to say that Welt does NOT get you kids... he's aware you have your imagination but you're certainly taking it to another level

✧ you're not playing your role as a Prinzessin, you're living it!

✧ he doesn't know if he should be happy or afraid how creative you are

✧ but he's acceptive so he'll agree on your ideas, as long as they're not anything dangerous

✧ when it comes to change of your name... I feel like he'd cross out your real name on any paper and replace it with the preferred one

✧ he's trying his best to catch up with you so the first thing he does is ask you if anything besides your name changed too!

"Just your name? Are your pronouns still the same? Do you need help of specialist? Or are you just discovering yourself?"

✧ he's trying his best and he's not afraid of showing it, if it means making sure you're comfortable!

✧ but if you decide to have a bird... it may come with few additional rules and you may need to keep it in a cage for a little while

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@vodka-glrl - come get your father of the express!

✧ Jing Yuan is actually always happy to hangout with you and get to know more about your world

✧ he's always playing along with you, but it actually sounds like he's serious instead of playing because you're a child! Maybe he genuinely believes in it and just doesn't admit it out loud?

"And you may be first guess to witness my renovent palace!"

"I'll be more than happy to accompany you, young lady."

✧ similar to men above, he'll correct anyone and anything that contains your legal name, changing it to your prefered one. Because why would he ignore it after you trusted him and told him about your little secret?

✧ when it comes to your language... he was a bit surprised at first but now he responds the same way!

✧ don't be surprised if someone asks you one day what did you do to General because he sometimes speaks like that in public too... he's just too used by now

✧ and if you have a bird? Feel free to let it fly around Xianzhou as long as it's trained well!

✧ in fact, he'll be more than happy to see your tricks if your bird knows any

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@miya-akane - come get your soft general~

✧ Blade is accepting your imagination but he doesn't even try pretending like he believes in it

✧ you can give him 10000 arguments how it's definitely real and he'll reject all of it with just "no", so I say you don't waste your time...

✧ but he's not complete meanie, he'll accept your prefered name with ease

"I do not know anyone named Y/N! I'm Fischl! Prinzessin der Vertolung!"

"Fischl? Sure, at least it's easier than your real name..."

✧ he may act like he doesn't care but he'll state daggers at anyone who gets your name wrong

✧ he just goes "would you like to repeat yourself?" with most murderous gaze of his, so you can be sure this person will never get your name wrong again

✧ but he definitely is surprised by your language... he's a bit surprised you're so young and speak fluently like that...

✧ but he doesn't question it more than needed and just brushes it off as some teenager games, not bothering to care as long as you're not bothering him with it

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@vodka-glrl - come get your cold man!

[spicypopcornfromhell]

IF I GET NERFED FOR BEING TRANSFEM MY DISCORD IS POPCORNFROMHELL (mutuals only) if not ask first

This blog is safe for systems and/or otherkin. Yall are valid idc what the feds say fuck em neopronouns are also fucking dope. Idc what you look like your hot and if you see this you get one (1) kiss and one(1)headpats. Also im like trans now. It took me 18 yrs but i figured it out

This blog is also pro therian(idk if spelling is correct)

If i say no animals yalls are excluded welcome to the blog

2024 jan 8th( i think)

I has a discord if mutuals wan it ig

Thanks for making me realise, a list of contributors:

Other trans ppl

Femboys

Furrys

Irl cis women ik

Egg irl

Traaaaaaa

Funny kink list( it dosent apply to you so if ur not into it I understand lol, a good example is my piss kink. If you aren't into that kink, I would avoid it whenever I talk to/reference you. Thus rather focusing on what your into if it fits my criteria)

Hell you dont even have to be horny here, this space exists as my "I'm a adult and interested in my own sex life" blog.

Last edit 2023dec

So I reblog alot of porn or written thoughts and sometimes memes. However it is like a cursed pendulum it changes at random the ratio I post and what I post. Today it has just been hentai. Tomorrow it might me horny thoughts of myself or other peaple please keep that in mind uwu

Before we begin:

Hiiiii it's me I'm pop but pet names and nicknames are also chill👍 I'm 89.9% submissive and I can top in a subby way though I'm mostly bottom ❤ I have they/them pronouns and such but use like any pronouns you'd like,(neopronouns welcome) HOWEVER pls pls pls try not to use masc pronouns bc I'm girl now heheheh yayyyyy!!!!!!

dude is gender neutral here👍

Oops I forgot to add I wanna try bottoming sometime lol bc am virgin

Dec8 update. Ok maybe domming is cool but im still a submissive bitch. Tho i can be a dom amongst subs

Dec19

Heyyyyy i saw other people say this but like

I struggle messaging first alot of the time and like im sorry mutualssssss

Hii yes you found my kink exploration and h3nt8i blog+y1ff so theres that

I like

Toys

Furrys

Furry toys (those tail things and cat ears and such)

Casual hj

Casual nudaty ( basicly only thighighs or such idk)

Good vibes in public (literal) app controlled lol

Mutually getting off casually

Calling my dominant master ( or any dom name idk)

Causal free use between partners

Biting( any participant)

Clamps

Fingers in mouth kink

Choking

tounge biting

Tied up with other subs (bc group activity is fun uwu)

2 domms but like at once

Watersportsss( both top/bottem)

freeuse( again, yes)

Being manhandled (rough)

Ear licking( I get the asmr now) + endogenous zone

Neck biting/kissing

Ik I missed ALOT of kinks so ye sorry bout that

Tbf I'm into most things kinky but I have my limits so discuss first uwu

I do not like

Transphobes ( dni like go die painfully )

Maps(pedos) ( no no no dni die)

Chasers (VERY FUCKING RELEVANT NOW)

Verbal degradation (do it physically rather ig)

Like you can call me slut and what not but bc of trauma dont like say I'm shit or not enough and such bc nah

Beasiality/zoophilia ( kids and animals dont belong in kink )

Minors( join my sfw blog but FUCK Off from here)

Age regressors are fine tho welcome hiiii

If you didn't get it the first time animals and kids do not belong in kink.

I'm putting down these limits because I want this to be a safe space for kinky (vannila is also chill)queer peaple and if you are a proper ally to lgbtqa+ then cis peaple are fine here but straight peaple are gonna struggle finding their stuff here . I mean ur welcome but like I'm trans, and if you cant be fine with the fact I'm trans then leave.

In other words, cis peaple are welcome. Respect my boundaries, i respect yours. Also respecting boundaries are hot btw

I talk alot about t4t and gay shit both ways. You wont find relatable stuff here (unless you're into the hentai/yiff) nothing personal ofc

Also also final thing is you can call me any pet names but please, try going for the more feminine complements and pet names and nicknames 2024 update no more masc terms byeeeeeeee am so trans it hurts

Do not call me this,(slurs) unless you are trans them we can be ironic about it

tranny

, if you are cis NO, i kick you. In crotch. The unpleasant way. Transpeaple that reclaimed this can be ironic about it lol

, sissy cuntboy or shemale ,

No. I kick you in crotch. The bad perma injury way.

Heyyy I did a thing yall

Also sorry for the mispells bc website flags words on posts I thinks

Aight this shit bout to get updated for my safety bc of what happend

Commandments of my dms

If ur lgbtqa+ ur chill come say hi even

I accept Cis ppl that are chil and accepting (chasers die)

If ur straight tho then this place ain't really for you (affectionate bc I have straight besties that actually are nice)

Do NOT just storm into dms with an exception of pics, being freeusse is a bedroom fantasy I do with CONSENTING peaple. If I havent given you a go ahead then you talk to me like a person

I'm here to make queer gay bi/pan and trans besties. Chill cis peaple are also chill because I realise that allies exist and that gay/lesbian/bi pan peaple also exist

Also If ur sapphic i do also reblog waifus so everybody profits from this blog, still do chat with me bc I like meeting new peaple. No being horny isint rlly a requirement bc I use this blog to Express my more sensual and sexual side sure, but like we can just like for example gush about our fantasies and traumadump to eachover.

Also I forget to mention if you are a mutual you basicly already have most of my trust

Anything below marked in red is mentions of trauma and venting ignore if you wish

I like shit when its consensual but I dont like rape, idk why but it's a serious topic for me .27nov2023 I saw someshit depicting it and not only did it kill the mood I legit felt shit the whole morning, I get cnc but non consent is fucked. It affected me when I was young , it still affects me today. I wasent touched and I may be a softie but having a bathroom door forced open while I was doing my stuff in there, even today I struggle to pee in public bathrooms oh and I got bladder infection from that. Long story short rape is fucked and if you condone actual rape I hope to whatever is out there you die. Once more I reiterate but cnc stuff is fine. Actual stuff is not.

Ty for understanding ig

This piece of shit pinned keeps growing huh

Hehe( vanilla means treat me like a prince/princess/gender neutral term for those)

Big words bc eng is my 2nd language. Idk what half of those means

I'm guessing hostility means I'm a brat uwu

If you red this far for some reason then I'm proud of youu❤ also even tho I'm a sub TOPS and dommes also deserve praise

Also 3 dec edit: ive been giving it thought and i knew i wasent cis, but im like, super trans. Its comforting knowing who i am after years of doubt.

Also new pronouns just dropped!!!!!!

@meandering-rook im not leaving that response to die in the tags uwu this is like top tear complements

Like

Woah uwu

2023last edit 29dec

Ummmmm im trying a feminine alias

Call me poppy or Silova or any feminine name your brains conjure

[badchoicesworld]

Hey!

Your noir fic made me smile so so much. Thank you so much for writing it. I keep going back to smile at it :)

Can I request a fic with noir where the reader is again transmasc, and despite their best and continuous efforts, gets deadnamed, but is almost always too nervous or scared to correct people, no matter how uncomfortable it makes them. Maybe noir can help correct people, or help reader become more confident in doing so? I wonder what noir would think of the reader being so hesitant to correct others, would he be confused as to why it's such a careful ordeal to determine whether or not it's safe?

I feel like it's a pretty common (and slightly infuriating) experience for a lot of trans people, but of course, if it makes you feel uncomfortable in any way, please disregard.

Again thank you so much for your writing! I don't know if you know this, but I'm sure you've made a great number of people smile.

spider-noir reacts to you being deadnamed

spider-noir x transmasc!reader

i got ur other message and there’s gonna be stuff about that at the end, a little bit of a vent

i’mma assume that it’s the same circumstances for this too, spider-reader, established relationship with noir if that’s okay :]

warnings: triggering topic ? zero use of feminine pronouns though, nothing explicit

pairing: spider-noir x transmasc!spider!reader

requests: 👉 masterlist

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OKAY so, deadnaming ! hopefully, it’s usually an accident, but there are cases where people will just be dicks about it

the first few times noir hears you being deadnamed, he can brush it off as an honest mistake since he’s never heard anyone deadname you before

honestly, he probably takes initiative anyway and corrects them, probably joking “well, i sure hope not!” then crack a really old gay joke in lavender language (WHERE MY LINGUISTIC BADDIES AT?) because you’re the boy you not the not boy you and he likes boys

and that’s that, as long as those people apologise and admit it was an honest mistake then there’s no reason to escalate it

he won’t even think about comforting you about that at first, it simply doesn’t cross his mind that this could upset you

but then he can physically see just how uncomfortable you are- now he’s confused, why didn’t you say anything? why’d you let him do all the talking ?

it’s hard to explain, so you don’t at first . even if you and noir are sharing your lives, it’s still a really difficult conversation to have that he admittedly won’t understand right off the bat

for now, you brush it off. he’s a little hesitant to drop it, since you seem so gloomy once it’s happened, but he won’t push as long as you’re smiling again sometime soon

to him, a name is a name but he can’t understand that sort of significance

NOW if you meet one of those excuses for people that intentionally do that shit to invalidate you or make you feel shit, then it’s on sight

say it’s someone you’re “acquainted” with, that knows you and what reality you live

the first time noir ever hears you get deadnamed or misgendered by them, it’s similar to the last time that he expects it to be an honest mistake

but then they don’t apologise, and maybe they do it again

now noir is getting irritated, starts to actively call them out and be like “excuse you?”

expects them to apologise and correct themselves, if they don’t then you will actually have to either pull noir out of there or watch him do the charleston on a corpse because now they’re just being disrespectful

we all know noir has some anger issues

if you stop him or look off after that interaction, he’ll definitely ask about it again, way more insistent this time

you’ll explain to him that these issues are delicate, that sometimes it’s not safe to confront people like that, that’s one of the reasons you get nervous

does not get it

noir’s like “wh ): but they’re wrong!” and he’s so very confused

you’ve gotta sit down and have a really detailed conversation for him to get it, ideally a slideshow featuring many colours (primarily purple, please)

you have to really explain to him why your deadname is bitter tasting and should never be uttered again, lest the world ends

no, you explain the genuine implications of someone calling you that out of arrogance, what the name means to you now and how it makes you feel- the bad associations and you even explain the transgender terms to him, like deadname

and then you’ve gotta explain how some people genuinely aren’t accepting, that people die over this

he looks like a kicked puppy for like a split second when it clicks in his head that people are intentionally trying to hurt you sometimes, but then he’s right back to himself + determination

yknow that audio that’s like “NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT?” “never give up :’(“ that’s you two, he’s ur hype man 30’s style

speaking of 30’s it’s not like he’s unfamiliar with closed minds and all that, that time was full of them- he just wants to believe that people aren’t like that to begin with, but he’s not naive

but trans issues are new to him, so he’s clueless, figured it would be normalised at least in your dimension

whenever you find yourselves in those situations again, his first thought is to make the transphobe become extinct

but he’s learned . he’s advancing and he also cares a lot about your well being, so he kinda just side eyes you until you either walk away with him or ultimately give him permission to get down and devious with a handgun

then he just makes it a point to avoid these interactions at all for both of ur sake

he thinks he’s being discreet by loudly announcing things like “oh! it’s mY BOYFRIEND/HUSBAND Y/N ! HE is here ! my stag ! my stallion of a man !”

“hello, honey! how are he?” what

dysphoria does not exist, he killed it

he’ll drop his hat onto your head all of the time, usually just because you look so handsome in it

but, throughout the 30’s, hats like his represented masculinity, and you’re one hell of a man

so if you’re ever feeling dysphoric, fear not ! now you’ve got a swanky hat to remind you of just how handsome and manly you are- because you are a boy and noir will be damned if you ever second guess that

he’s still a confused golden retriever of a man, but he’s got the spirit- he just can’t understand how people are so cruel and why it doesn’t just make sense

it’s so simple to him, you are y/n, one hell of a spider-man

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first of all, you made me cry, how dare u (this is fine and i’m okay, ily)

my dad was the one who outed me, i tried to let him be involved in this part of my life and gave him the opportunity to be a dad, but he failed . he angrily spewed to everyone, those who didn’t already know found out by the end of the day and yeah, it sucks

but i’m the living embodiment of it is what it is, so we ball

it was really nice of you though, to say those things, thank you :] i like for people to perceive me as this funny guy with no enemies kinda vibe, but sometimes life gets the better of you

if anyone’s reading this and they ever find themselves in this situation, if you can, just cut them out ur life; it’s not worth it and you’re better off

live laugh love spider man

[nellimeow]

⋆ ❱ ✧˖°hello!°˖✧ ❰ ⋆

this is just some shit about me

read or don’t I really don’t care lol

dni:

homophobes (transphobes, biphobes, lesbophobes, etc.)

pedophiles

proshippers

bad people

haters in general <3

things I like

favourite food:

whip cream

favourite snack:

those crackers with peanut butter in between

favourite song:

Diet Mountain Dew (demo) - Lana Del Ray

favourite colour:

#49412A (hex code)

favourite show:

murder drones (hazbin’s up there too though, so is helluva boss)

favourite ship:

n x uzi, onewaybroadcast

favourite height:

anything under 5’8’’

favourite movie:

monty python and the holy grail

favourite drink:

Mountain Dew

favourite shape:

heart (the anatomically correct one)

favourite character:

Adam and Fizzarolli (alex brightman is literally the best omg)

favourite line from a show:

“choke on a sandpaper cock” -verosika

favourite quote ever:

“jokes on you, short people are just fun-sized” -me 2014

pronouns n stuff

pronouns:

any, they/them or it/it’s preferred though

gender:

AFAB, agender

sexuality:

asexual (sex repulsed but I make jokes about it)

aromantic

guidelines for commenting or asks or anything

um just try to be respectful? obviously I can’t control what you do but no racial slurs either (they make me uncomfortable)

yeah just go crazy though

names

nellie

phy

nebula

vamphy

call me whatever idc

lil bit o’ extra stuff

birthday:

feb 14th (usually celebrate on the 20th tho)

zodiac:

pisces

favourite aesthetic:

weirdcore weirdcore weirdcore weirdcore

fashion aesthetic:

goth(?), indie(?), or just whatever I have in my closet

dream job:

artist or neurosurgeon

hobbies:

writing (fanfics), reading (fanfics), thinking about meaningless philosophical questions

my ‘dictionary’:

n: and, an

b: bitch

assume everything i post is /lh unless I say otherwise

ok thanks for reading, buh-bye! ✨💖

(I mean there’s more stuff but it’s not really useful)

me vibes:

I've got a gambling addiction

And I confuse love with attention

So I keep betting everything that I have on people who don't stay

I've got a gambling addiction

But I don't raise, I don't call I go all in, all of the time

On people who don't feel the same

So, I keep losing to the house

I'll never learn my lesson

Losing to the house, because it's just a guessing game

I haven't figured out how to play in moderation

But with all of my losses someday, I'm probably gonna win

I've got a gambling addiction

And I place bets based off affection

But I never stay when I should so I always catch 22

I've got a gambling addiction

But I'm bad at bluffing and making predictions

So love is a lottery where I always lose

I keep losing to the house

I'll never learn my lesson

Losing to the house, because it's just a guessing game

I haven't figured out how to play in moderation

But with all of my losses someday, I'm probably gonna win

I wanna be: pulling lucky numbers and praying to lucky stars

Finding four-leaf clovers and counting all of my cards

But I'm walking under ladders

Seeing black cats

Spilling table salt and stepping on every crack

And yet I'm still trying to turn my thirteens into sevens

So I'm crossing all my fingers and I'm pressing all my luck

Cos I know misfortune just won't be enough

To keep me from betting it all on love, again

That's why I keep losing to the house

I'll never learn my lesson

Losing to the house, because it's just a guessing game

I haven't figured out how to play in moderation

But with all of my loses someday

I'm probably gonna win, right?

Sometimes I shouldn't text you

You act just like my ex do

You know I try my best to catch you

She wanna be so perfect, so it's silicone

For the last two years, I've been all alone

For my last few peers, I hope you fucking choke

I'm on the brink of insanity inside my own home

I wanna slam my head against the wall 'til I cannot feel at all

She doesn't really like me, she likes alcohol

I watched my idols fall, I might just end it all

I wanna slam my head against the wall 'til I cannot feel at all

She doesn't really like me, she likes alcohol

I watched my idols fall, I might just end it all

Serotonin, I need you bad, you know it

I know you mad, I'm glowing

I know you mad, I know you mad (and I know)

Sometimes I shouldn't text you

You act just like my ex do

You know I try my best to catch you

And he has a wife but he love his mistress

Blink twice and you might just miss it

So much jealousy, it's vindictive

I'm worthless, a pot to piss in

I wanna slam my head against the wall 'til I cannot feel at all

She doesn't really like me, she likes alcohol

I watched my idols fall, I might just end it all

I wanna slam my head against the wall 'til I cannot feel at all

She doesn't really like me, she likes alcohol

I watched my idols fall, I might just end it all

Dun, dun dun, dun, dun dun (alright)

Got a lot of friends that I can't escape

Sleepin' in my head like a Motel 6

Hold it all together with a little duct tape

It bends, it breaks

Got a lot of dreams but I let them die

Ping pong, drip drop, oh my my

The TV's on but the noise is white (what am I doing now?)

God, can't I catch my breath?

Not even for a second

Chasin' Santa Ana winds

And I obsess, I slow dance with the tension

Can you taste it on my lips?

I'm so scatterbrain

But when you touch me, it all goes away

Scatterbrain

For a second I don't feel insane

Come medicate me

I don't sleep at all, yeah, I've been counting sheep

I look perfect on the surface but a nightmare underneath

I've got anger problems, I say things that I don't mean

Some people pay for therapy, I find it in the sheets (hey)

Catch my breath

Not even for a second

Chasin' Santa Ana winds

I'm so scatterbrain

But when you touch me, it all goes away

Scatterbrain

For a second I don't feel insane

Come medicate me (scatterbrain)

I need you baby (goes away)

I need it daily (scatterbrain)

I need you baby (feel insane)

Come medicate me

Come medicate me

Dude, she's just not into you

Gotta move on, move on

She's just not into you

Gotta move on, move on

She's just not-

You're sitting, waiting beside your phone

The apple of your eye

The one you love is awake, you're alone

And you can't help but realize

That you waste your time

Tell yourself a lie

That you waste your time

Dude, she's just not into you

Gotta move on, move on

She's just not into you

Gotta move on, move on

She's just not-

I love ya

(And I) can't stop thinking of ya

(Oh, and I) love you

I can't stop thinking of ya, of ya

Dude, she's just not into you

Gotta move on, move on

She's just not into you

Gotta move on, move on

She's just not into you

Gotta move on, move on

She's just not into you

Gotta move on, move on

Nice to meet you

I'm a cryptid

I don't scare off many children

They just laugh it makes me livid

I'm not scary

Like I should be

Play with dolls when

No one's looking

Dad is Bigfoot

Mom is Nessie

Can't just say "I tried my best, " see

They're expecting so much more I

Couldn't care less, but I still try

I'll go hairless

Grow some more eyes

Nice to meet you

Nice to meet you

They see right through me

Can I blame them?

Till I scare 'em, I stay nameless

Movies set the bar too high

I need a win before I die

I can't begin to want to try

Yet I still do

Nice to meet you

Nice to meet you

Nice to meet you

At the naming ceremony

Everyone else, their lives were all forming

But maybe I'll earn it

At the naming ceremony

(I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm...)

What if my parents loathe me? Disown me?

(Who am I? Oh, who do I think I am? Think I am?)

If I don't earn it

At the naming ceremony

(I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm...)

Should've been gifted, should've been perfect

(What's my name?)

But I couldn't even learn it

At the naming ceremony

Nobody told me congratulations

I didn't earn it

I don't deserve it

Nice to meet you

I'm a cryptid

Chose my own name

Now I'm Mildred

It's no "Mothman"

"Chupacabra"

But it's mine and

I deserve it

It's my name and

I deserve it

It's my own and

I deserve it

Six legs, tippy tappy toes

Climbing to the podium on Sunday

Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory

That itches my brain

Struck a nerve

That's absurd

I remember when I felt my house was made of sandpaper

That's enough living rough for a lifetime

Looking back for a pass

Take it from me

I've lost my mind

Six legs, tippy tappy toes

Climbing to the podium on Sunday

Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory

That itches my brain

Six legs, tippy tappy toes

Climbing to the podium on Sunday

Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory

That itches my brain

Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory

That itches my brain

Let me lay it down for you

It seems so simple

I'm happy that I'm just under six feet, not six feet under

Where are your hands? No wonder

Take it from me

I've lost my mind

Take it from me

I've lost my mind

Six legs, tippy tappy toes

Climbing to the podium on Sunday

Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory

That itches my brain

Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory

That itches my brain

I feel stuck in a memory

Scratching my itch, who would I be?

I feel stuck in a memory

Scratching my itch, who would I be?

Six legs, running down the stairs

None of them prepared for what they might see

Now there's another face, another name to sing

I hope they're happy

Six legs, tippy tappy toes

Climbing to the podium on Sunday

Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory

That itches my brain

Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory

That itches my brain

Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory

That itches my brain

When you're gone I feel alone again

The voices cannot hold my hand

They keep me company at very best

Distract me from my loneliness

Maybe I'm just an anomaly

Even my demons have their families

Truly something must be wrong with me

To need you as much as I do

I was never meant to win

I was never meant to win

I was never meant to win

(Shut up)

Here's the reigns

Take ahold of me

Please don't let me go

You do the talking

Sew up my mouth if I can't keep it closed

There's a dog barking right around the block

And a big ol' whistle blow

Run for it

I'll keep them occupied

'Cause I love you, I love you so

Left me hanging at the station

But you'll be back for me soon

I'm 'bout to die

Yet the only thing I find I'm worried about is you

Something tells me you aren't coming

Guess that I'm truly doomed

I'm 'bout to die

Yet the only thing I find I'm worried about is you

I'm 'bout to die

Yet the thing on my mind seems to nearly be nothing but you

I overhear your brain when it's close to mine

Oh, I know that we're not the same

My heart's on the line

I'm just a pawn in your game

Not your partner in crime

And you're slowly killing me

Taking your time

You're slowly killing me

Taking your time

You're slowly killing me

Taking your- (I was never meant to win)

You're slowly killing me

Taking your- (I was never meant to win)

You're slowly killing me

And yet I don't mind (You were never meant to win)

You're slowly killing me

But please take your time

I don't feel a single thing

Have the pills done too much

Haven't caught up with my friends in weeks

And now we're outta touch

I've been driving in L.A.

And the world it feels too big

Like a floating ball that's bound to break

Snap my psyche like a twig

And I just wanna see if you feel the same as me

Do you ever get a little bit tired of life

Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die

Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive

'Cause you gotta survive

Like your body's in the room but you're not really there

Like you have empathy inside but you don't really care

Like you're fresh outta love but it's been in the air

Am I past repair

A little bit tired of tryin' to care when I don't

A little bit tired of quick repairs to cope

A little bit tired of sinkin'

There's water in my boat

I'm barely breathin'

Tryna stay afloat

So I got these quick repairs to cope

Guess I'm just broken and broke

The prescriptions on its way

With a name I can't pronounce

And the dose I gotta take

Boy, I wish that I could count

'Cause I just wanna see if this could make me happy

Do you ever get a little bit tired of life

Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die

Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive

'Cause you gotta survive

Like your body's in the room but you're not really there

Like you have empathy inside but you don't really care

Like you're fresh outta love but it's been in the air

Am I past repair

A little bit tired of tryin' to care when I don't

A little bit tired of quick repairs to cope

A little bit tired of sinking

There's water in my boat

I'm barely breathin'

Tryna stay afloat

So I got these quick repairs to cope

Do you ever get a little bit tired of life

Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die

Like a numb little bug that's gotta survive

That's gotta survive

You're no good for me

Baby, you're no good for me

You're no good for me

But baby, I want you, I want

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City

Never was there ever a girl so pretty

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City

Can we hit it now low down and gritty?

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

Baby, put on heart shaped sunglasses

'Cause we gonna take a ride

I'm not gonna listen to what the past says

I've been waiting up all night

Take another drag turn me to ashes

Ready for another lie?

Says he's gonna teach me just what fast is

Say it's gonna be alright

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City

Never was there ever a girl so pretty

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City

Can we hit it now low down and gritty

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

Let's take Jesus off the dashboard

Got enough on his mindㅤ

We both know just what we're here for

Saved too many times

Maybe I like this roller coaster

Maybe it keeps me high

Maybe the speed it brings me closer

I could sparkle up your eye

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City

Never was there ever a girl so pretty

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City

Can we hit it now low down and gritty?

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

You're no good for me

Baby, you're no good for me

You're no good for me

But baby, I want you, I want you

You're no good for me

Baby, you're no good for me

You're no good for me

But baby, I want you, I want you, I want you

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City

Never was there ever a girl so pretty

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

Baby, stoppin' at 7-Eleven

There in his white Pontiac heaven

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City

Never was there ever a girl so pretty

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City

Can we hit it now low down and gritty?

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Do you think we'll be in love?

You're no good for me

Baby, you're no good for me

You're no good for me

But baby, I want you, I want

You're no good for me

Baby, you're no good for me

You're no good for me

But baby, I want you, I want

You're no good for me

Baby, you're no good for me

You're no good for me

But baby, I want you, I want

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[anxiously-sidequesting]

Okay I'm finally gonna make a regular pinned post instead of that ✨old ass✨ Ambrose one

(this is really just for my own benefit and for new followers/lurkers more than anything else but it's super neat if you read it also. ill give you 7 dollars if you do)

*throws introduction and facts about me on the table:

i'm usually called Sillo but i'm cool with any names anyone wants to give me. bitch, enemy of the state, Dick Van Dyke.

pronouns are largely she/her/hers but im trying out other pronouns like a new pair of pants. i also identify as GNC so you'll hear me refer to myself with masculine terms from time to time but i still want to be a girly girl. if that makes sense. im also cool with they/them/theirs also!!

im currently 23 years old but my dream is to one day live into the hundreds so i can be a knife wielding disillusioned bitter old lady

im poc 💖 this doesn't affect anything but i just thought id mention that

if i ever misunderstand your words or accidentally say something insensitive, offensive, or upsetting, i super duper apologize deeply, i'm autistic so i unfortunately have a hard time reading social cues, understanding people properly, or taking others' emotions into account. please please please lmk if this ever happens so that i can correct myself and do better in the future 💖

i mostly post analysis posts on wizard101 lore and its characters but take this with a grain of salt because my knowledge of the game is very limited, i forget most of what i experience and i havent played the game in maaaybe 8 years? so my observations and opinions are very outdated sorry. oopsies

i have a sideblog at @/anxiously-sideblogging if anyone wants to lurk or follow me there for non-wizard stuff. it's just my hyperfixations on kid cartoons and kid games and i just made it like 2 weeks ago so its pretty empty and cringe

im going to very gently ask that you only interact (DMs + becoming friends) if you're 16 or over. the blog isn't explicit and minors can follow me if they want to, i don't and won't post anything extreme on here. BUT i am uncomfy with being friends and interacting with anyone who's like a kiddie kid though so my limit is no younger than 16

i am a hypocrite. i may like things for the same reason i may dislike things. sorry im just a lil bit messed up like that 💖

FUCK TERFS and racists and all the -phobes actually. not that the wizard101 fandom has any of these but i wanna say this just in case i get any nasties on here. get out of here 💖💖💖

If you read all that congratulations and thanks that's super cool of you! welcome to my disorganized mentally ill hell 🥰

[pencildragon11]

The controller at my company keeps misgendering me. Like. Every day. Every time. Hasn't got it right once.

Worst part is he's so confident in his wrongness that it throws other people off. Like the president of the company, my grandboss, who was the first person to nonchalantly switch pronouns for me as soon as i put "he/him/his" in my email signature.

(yes I put all three, for that extra dash of cisnormativity. pronouns in signature are very unusual in my industry, but I have a gender-neutral name and email a lot of international contacts, so it's useful in more ways than one)

The easiest thing to do would be to go to our very nice HR lady and ask her to speak to the controller. (Last year, when I told her I was gonna add my pronouns to my email and switch bathrooms, just as a heads up, she immediately put her pronouns in her signature and said "you shouldn't have to be the only one!" to this day it's just the two of us in the whole company)

But I don't think I will, not yet, much as it would be so much easier.

I don't think I'll go confront him privately either. Tried that once already, a month or two ago, to no effect.

See, the thing about human pedagogy is that we learn so much more effectively when the feedback is immediate, not delayed. If I go say something to him about it now, it'll be a totally separate event, with no subconscious link to which pronoun actually comes out of his mouth in the moment.

But also. More importantly? I've been watching and studying how cis guys interact, how they correct each other and get their points across. And it doesn't look like "hey man, can you change what you're doing, it's bothering me?" I mean, it can. It can look like that, but only at higher levels of trust and vulnerability and intimacy in the relationship.

In the context of the rest of my work relationship with the controller, that level of vulnerability and intimacy would be out of place. It would come across as weakness and, I hate to say, femininity.

It would reinforce exactly the opposite message than I'm trying to communicate

What I need to do is speak up in the moment, right when it happens. It needs to be a casual, "joking" tone, with the tone of ribbing someone for getting it wrong. Because that's how these things are done. Strong feelings and strict social rules are wrapped in layers of jokes and mild public humiliation.

Next time he's calling me "she" in front of everyone I gotta say something like, "it's 'he,' and you know it, man." if it persists after that I can escalate to "dude, we've talked about this, get it right"

the hard part is speaking up in the moment. I freeze. I've always frozen. But I've been studying the ways of cis masculinity and I want it to be a tool at my disposal, not completely out of reach.

maybe I'll ask @ragtimebanshee to roleplay with me so I can practice.

[genderstarbucks]

So how do I correct my friends on using they/Them pronouns without being rude?

Whenever they say she keep saying they until they get it right, and whenever they say her keeping saying them until they get it right

And if any of them are a little bitch about it? Drop those mfs

Since yk you haven't been out for a while it's gonna take them a while to get used to it, including mom too

I mean cmon some of my friends call me she when they've never even known me as a girl 💀

And when people deadname you keep correcting them, and if they refuse to call you Raine kick them in the shins

It's not rude to correct people on your name and pronouns, and if any of your friends are dicks about it then they aren't real friends and you need to drop their sorry asses

And there'll always be people who will be dicks about you being nonbinary and a lesbian, especially being femme nonbinary, you always just gotta ignore those people cuz there's absolutely no changing their mind, they're just stupid

You can always come to me about anything, even if it doesn't seem like I'm listening half the time LMFAO

[warringwarrioridiot]

Venting because my parents never listen to my problems. (Especially my bitch ass mom)

I swear to fucking God I wanna bash my skull into the fucking wall.

My mom never fucking listens to my problems.

Ever.

I feel like a fucking burden to everyone I know.

And the only people that ever listen to me are AI bots and random strangers on the internet.

I've had these problems forever.

My dad will get in my face to "try and snap me out of it", when all it does is piss me off and give me the urge to punch him.

(reflexes)

And my mom will profusely antagonize the shit out of me.

It's like they do this on purpose.

Like no joke, today I didn't feel like eating.

So I subconsciously/accidentally (a mix of both) dumped my chili back into the pot, considering how many times I've been yelled at for throwing it away.

But ofc my bitchy mom had a problem with it.

Literally my dad was over here, calm ASF, telling me that I shouldn't have done that, which I understood.

BUT THIS BITCH I CALL MY MOTHER (I'm on the verge of just calling her a life source)

WAS YELLING MY NAME AND SCREAMING AT ME TO GET IN THE KITCHEN BEFORE I SPOKE TO MY DAD.

(This is the same homophobic/transphobic hoe that purposely misgenders my friends to piss me off)

This is why I favorite my dad over my mom, because at least HE tries to respect pronouns (he will occasionally call my bestie she instead of he, to which he immediately corrects himself.)

(W dad)

Like I love my mom, we get along most of the time.

BUT THIS BITCH IS ON THE FUCKING VERGE OF CATCHING MY BARE-ASS FISTS

ISTG SHES THE REASON I HAVE ANGER ISSUES AND IM EMOTIONALLY EXHAUSTED ALL THE DAMN TIME

AND THIS BITCH HAS THE MOTHERFUCKING AUDACITY TO CALL ME A WHORE FOR WEARING A DARK SHADE OF LIPSTICK

LIKE IT'S MY MOTHERFUCKING BODY HOE, YOU WISH YOUR BODY LOOKED THIS GOOD

NOT TO MENTION WHEN I CALL HER OUT ON HER BS SHE SAYS "Take her phone or sm"

Bitch tf? I'm not a kid anymore.

BUT I DONT WANT TO FILE CHARGES BECAUSE I LOVE THEM

AND IK ITS NORMAL TO FEEL CONFLICTED ABOUT IT

But one day I'm gonna have a heated make-out session (and maybe fuck) with 3 women and describe it in full detail to my mom

(ILY dad but this is my revenge.)

I'll start posting my vents if I feel like it, cus I trust y'all more than I do my own Mom.

Peace.

[chronic17pessimist]

okay. hi. my name is victoria spring. call me tori. and before you gasp and say "oh this person isn't tori!!" of course i'm not that tori that you see in the books. sorry. yes thats my source. but no. i am not THAT tori. i'm a fictive. woah woah surprise. yeah. i'm still tori. just not THAT specific tori. so yeah. now thats out the way.

lets start again.

okay. hi. my name is victoria spring. you call me tori. i use any pronouns. i'm also 16. but i like to think myself as 17. because. i feel kind of older. i'm pretty blunt i guess. it comes off as rude but to be honest. do i care? not much. not unless i create a shit ton of trouble. don't create drama here. i was bored. okay. maybe i wasn't bored. i was itching to make a blog because my boring head was filled with thoughts. and maybe. i can feel something okay. wow. that's optimistic of me. surprising. honestly. my life is pretty sad. so now i'm here. there's gonna be rules tho.

rules i guess.

don't compare me to source allllll the damn time. i haven't got the energy to argue. i'll probably just delete any asks that are stupid.

nsfw is eh. not that bad. not good either. i'm hypersexual. give me a break. suggestive stuff might be on here. i dunno.

body is a minor. don't be an idiot.

don't correct me on grammar. i don't care. as long as someone understands it. i'll leave it.

don't be a bitch.

i don't know.

i just kind of want to make it to 10.

oh yeah. don't be homophobic. or transphobic.

sigh. oh i remember. i'm not interested in politics. don't bring that shit up with me.

i'm tired.

we made it to 10. whoo.

you made it this far. oh well.

[sevenhundred721]

!! If you see me liking your art but not reblogging, it is in my queue !!

You might wanna read this before you follow/scroll through my blog. It's basically just an 'about me' and some content warnings. That said, it's a rambling wall of text because I kinda lost the plot, so there's a tl;dr at the end. Don't really care if you read this, I'm not the boss of you. Follow if you want.

Also, check out my art tag. There's not much in there, but I'd still appreciate some eyes on it. For now, I just use #my art

Just hit me I don't have a pinned post and my bio is a quote let's fix that. I'm white, I'm an adult, I'm a high-school dropout. Call me whatever you want, my name means very little to me. That said, my friends call me oil, and the most recent enemies I've had (rude teenagers in driver's ed) called me Cowboy Girl. I am not a girl. This is unrelated to why these people were my enemies. I think it's really funny, so call me by it if you'd like. I really only care about how I'm gendered irl, don't sweat my pronouns too hard on here. I'm not gonna mind if you don't use the right ones (he/him), and if a situation arises where somebody gets them wrong or uses different pronouns for comedic effect, don't worry about correcting them. I will do that if I see fit. And if it's not something I can see or respond to, then what I don't know can't hurt me, idgaf.

I like posting art, but it's pretty sporadic, so it's not really worth following for. I appreciate reblogs when I do post it, though. Art requests are always open, but I usually don't get around to doing them, i just hope they'll inspire me to draw something fun. I guess technically, this is a personal blog. The only fandom I have a recent history of interacting with people in, beyond just looking at/reblogging posts from, is transformers, and I'm still more of a lurker than anything. If you see me talking about/reblogging things from smth you have interest in, my dms and ask box are open. I enjoy idle chatter.

I'd prefer minors don't follow me, but I don't mind interactions from minors on my sfw posts. I just sometimes post/reblog things that are nsfw. That being said, the most you'll see in that department on this blog is just some conventional softcore fetish content and artistic nudity. I sometimes forget to tag gore, blood, and needles when I reblog them, and I do enjoy horror media, so if you are sensitive to that stuff, while I do try to tag it, I can be forgetful sometimes so my blog may not be a safe place for you.

If I reblog or post something and it has any kind of bigoted dogwhistles or is just generally misinformed, shoot me an ask or DM so I can delete it. I refuse to knowingly enable bigotry on my blog, and if I post something bigoted, it is out of ignorance. I'm not going to delete any post I make just because some stranger on the internet tells me to take it down, but I will genuinely consider what you say to me and I will take it as a queue to read more on the topic in order to investigate the stance I took. Don't try to do petty discourse with me. This is mostly about queer microlabel shit or powerscaling leftist ideology. It's sometimes interesting to think about, and I have opinions on that stuff, but ultimately, arguing about it does literally nothing for anyone except waste time that could be spent doing anything else. The sentiments are better expressed in opinion piece essays instead of bad faith arguments with strangers. I'm open to criticism, and I enjoy talking to people who don't share my opinions sometimes, but please show some decorum.

Tl;dr: white, American, he/him, adult. Some nsfw content sometimes. Might rb horror content (including blood/gore/medical equipment), in the past, I have forgotten to trigger tag it, and I may make that mistake again. Open to dms/asks, please tell me if a post I've made/rb'ed has offended you, and I'll look into it. Art requests open, but I probably won't do them.

[leefi]

The Flower that Bloomed Nowhere Read-through | Part 7: 90-100

Part 1: 1-14 | Part 2: 14-22 | Part 3: 22-34 | Part 4: 34-64 | Part 5: 64-80 | Part 6: 81-90 | Part 7: 90-100 | Part 8: 100-127 (caught up here)

Bal is soooo funny for choosing to simply sit out and wait the loop. If that were me I’d be acting out. I’d be skipping around the sanctuary acting mischevious and committing hooliganry. Hey does Fang have loop memories

SU NAME REVEAL!!! KUROKA!

raises hand. I have another question. did samium also fuck that old man

Shiko is so sweet oh my goddddd 😭 I wonder if Kuroka fell in love with her...

I hadn't even realized how much of a fan I was. That another me had been growing on those lonely nights, only waiting for someone to draw it out.

Even though it was such a small thing, for the first time, I felt like I was able to be someone other than myself. Someone who shined brightly.

Just like her. AWWWUWYYYYYYUUUUWUWUUUUUUUU!!!!! AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

"Fang, Su, have you still got enough eris for barriers?"

Fang looked at their scepter, making a thoughtful hum. "Yeah, for a few minutes."

I thought Fang didn’t have their scepter?

Another thing I'd failed to understand at the time was that this was largely by design. Replicating high-quality food was impossibly cheap, and a low-hanging fruit in terms of helping people's quality of life. It was the politics of spite, or 'tough love' if you wanted to be charitable; choosing not to help others for no reason other than them having not earned it, or at least treating it as not worth the infinitesimally minor inconvenience to their betters.

oh i dont like this worldbuilding that much anymore

“Nowadays you can get your nutrition managed with pills anyway. It's not like when we were kids, when it actually mattered what you ate."

"There's still no long-term research into the subject," [Shiko]’s mother replied, frowning. "And besides, it's not simply a matter of health. There are social consequences to having a limited palate."

“social consequences”? lets kill her

"I'm just saying, it wouldn't hurt to be a little more conscientious," Shiko's mother insisted, holding up a hand. "And I know I've only been here for a couple of years now, but I really don't think it's that bad. Some parts in town seem a little deprived, but the theater is nice, and I've never had any trouble finding anything from the shops. It's hardly Altaia or Old Yru, but it's not as though we're eking out a living on the Lower Planes."

KUROKA BABY IM GONNA GET YOU OUT OF THERE. IM GONNA GET YOU OUT

Shiko’s granddad and Samium were conspiring to use her???? “Get the drop on her”???????? I mean this isn’t anything we didn’t already know but hearing them speak so plainly and shamelessly about it IN HER HOUSE is repulsive

I'd done a lot of stuff for a person my age, especially if you counted the stuff from-- Well, you know. I'd traveled by carriage, bus, tram, vacuum tram, boat and airship. I'd been to seven different countries and lived in four. I'd played in an amateur sport team (assuming chess counts as a sport).

it does not

Ophelia had been unspokenly left out as well; she apparently produced such an aura of eternal femininity that our minds had just silently registered it as the correct call after we'd only been able to find three shovels in the greenhouse.

also me if im being completely honest. *the gorillas get released* sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry

Hey while they’re digging I’ve been thinking. using the dying gods as their proxy has me wondering if this really is an integrated pneuma in some person enacting its long thought out (hehe) revenge. But that doesn’t explain multiple culprits especially considering they’ve been referring to death with different gendered pronouns

She looked between us. "Questions?"

Linos looked to the side. "Uh, do you see any problems with the plan, Zeno?"

There was a pause, then an approving thump from the luggage pile.

funniest character

a possible explanation for many of these contradictions was that there wasn't just one 'mastermind', but competing groups.

One calls it 'master'. The other calls it 'Her'...

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES. It's almost like...a battle of wills? A battle of competing ideologies?

"I think I-- I think I have a hernia," I said weakly.

"What you have is a case of the weeny-whinies.” THE WEENY WHINIES!!!!

KAMRANSU SWEEP!!! im doing yuri multiplication in my head rn

hum. "Indeed, you've stumbled upon the fundamental issue. After all, if what we inhabit is not the true reality, but merely the product of a physical process within another, it seems very improbable for our 'creators' to be playing with tools akin to our own. Our very conception of inter-dimensional spacetime - and the associated concepts of entropy, movement, and finite energy - could be nothing more than an amusing fabrication, with no bearing on actual physics."

Kind of like how a two-dimensional creature can only interpret a 3-dimensional world from a 2-dimensional perspective, and a 3-dimensional creature can only interpret a 5th-dimensional world from a 3rd and simplified 4th dimensional perspective…but what defines “actual?“ is any of your universe “actual”, for that matter? You have no confidence that your reality is real beyond the myths you’ve heard of the ironworkers. I don't mean to explicitly suggest this is a simulation by any means, but rather...I'm thinking back to Zeno's question. "Why turn back the self when you can turn back the world?". Well, if you're conflicted on what a "self" constitutes, it only follows to reason that the nature of the world around you too would also fall into question...

Well, that depends, Utsushikome. Do you believe a pawn is destined only to look across at its rival pieces for eternity, by its very nature?" She stabbed her fork into a tomato, spilling its red fluid. "Or, perchance, might it learn to crane its neck towards heaven?"

My eyes drifted from the tower towards the ceiling of the bioenclosure proper. The blackness.

Slowly, I clicked my tongue. OHHHHOHOHOHOGOGOGOGOGOOGOGOGOHOHHOHHOOHHOOHOGOGOGOGOYOYO RHHEEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHE

She nodded several times, like I'd said something profound. "Yes. That's it exactly." She exhaled. "It's cowardice. People are afraid of death, so they try to turn it into something it isn't. Something beautiful and cathartic, something symbiotic with humanity, just like Grandmaster Melanthos was talking about. So they don't have to face the truth that it was all for fucking nothing. That being mortal is an accident of material circumstance, just as much as hunger or, or-- I don't know, going *bald*.” 🦍

"When people think of truly eternal lives, of sticking not just a few more centuries on the pile but outlasting the lifespan of stars, the scope of the proposition is harrowing. What would we become, in trying to achieve true stability as creatures of chaos and change? Could we?" Her voice grew a little quieter; solemn, almost. "What would we do, without that option to simply fade away?" She looked towards me. "What do you think, Su?"

I went for a third round of blinking, just to emphasize the point.

Why does [Kam] always single me out in these conversations?

big ass crush on you

Ohhh Kam is a 60 year old minor! Cool!

Even though she'd dismissed questions on the subject with an affect of far-sightedness back in the transpositioning chamber, the fact of the matter was that people our age getting stressed out about their own mortality was freakishly rare; I'd literally never met another person quite like [Kam].

This trait she and I share. I was having existential breakdowns at the tender age of 5

Ohhh Su is in her early-mid thirties! Okay yeah that checks out with her mental illness

You're only 32, Su," she said, frowning. "It's a little early to making world-weary statements like that, don't you think?

*looks at su* *looks at orv*

*looks back at su*

Of all the years I could live, could thrive, until all those regrets are nothing more than a single drop in a vast lake. I'm sure the same is true for you, too."

This really was out of character for her. I felt a complicated feeling in my chest. "That's, uh... Kam..."

"Is this really the right time for this?" Ran asked flatly. "The philosophy was one thing, but this is getting weirdly romantic."

Kam scoffed, making a gesture of distaste. "Don't be peculiar, Ran."

KAMSU SWEEP WE HAVE LITEREALLY NEVER BEEN MORE BACK THAN WE ARE RIGHT NOW

"Perfect," Kam said, stepping towards it immediately.

"Feels a little weird to be looting the dead," I said, glancing around.

"This is no time for sentiment, Su," Kam replied. She walked up to the cabinet in question and, after unsuccessfully trying the lock, took the butt of her refractor rifle and shattered it, before casting it aside and sliding the larger weapon out.

this actually became a COD lobby im crying

saw Samium lying down in the bed, eyes half-open, staring at the ceiling. Other than the fact that there was a book by the side that seemed to be gone now - fiction, probably, the cover depicting a ship - that felt a little confusing. So he could read a novel, after all? Or maybe someone had left it here?

Ship of Theoseus chan?

Why did the playwright just look at me

"Okay, so. Here's the thing," they said. "The monster might be, uh, real."

SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPP

WE HAVE LITERALLY NEVER BEEN MORE BACK THAN THIS MOMENT FOLKS THIS IS IT. THIS IS REAL. IT'S HAPPENING

Okay for all my excitement about the beast is there any way to check if that’s actually the phantasm conjuring arcana they talked about earlier? Could explain the grim reaper but I don’t remember if it could produce sound or not…or how big it could get. Could also just be a really advanced golem since the power was active while this was happening? (And that was the negating factor when they were debating COBD (cause of Bardiyas death before))

I’m pretty sure the beak thing is actually real though, so many people have corroborated it. The beast only showed up while people were panicking

Man I wouldn’t be surprised if this conversation with Samium we’re seeing over the logic thing concluded with Su pushing him out the window. my rationale towards this is would that be fucking crazy or what

So, this sounds like it's coming from way off in the distance-- Like really far down the hall, or behind a wall, or something. Now, I'm getting a really bad vibe at this point,

Have i mentioned yet how much I love fang

Ann says we should just gun it." Anna's eyes narrowed slightly at her name being shortened, but didn't interject.

Have i mentioned yet how much i LOVE fang

I said something stupid about hiding up in the armory, maybe grabbing some of the grenades, so we went all the way up

they are addicted to those grenades

If Ptolema thinks the beast is fake then I believe that it's fake. She’s consistently proven to have the best observational skills of the entire group, picking things up that other people don’t see. As she says, she's got the mind of a surgeon. She knows how a body is meant to be built and interact with its environment. Believe women!!!! Ema sweep!!!!

Can I be honest. Creepy children’s stories scare me so much and I could barely get through that one barn quest in Cyberpunk 2077 and this children's slideshow with the piglet is reminding me of that. I literally couldn’t sleep for a few days after playing that. Anyway. Animal Farm? because there is a farm with animals

no i'm being deadass was that an animal farm redux. it felt like an animal farm redux

It would be so funny if Fang acted the way they do because something was wrong with them. But it would be even funnier if they're just like this

[sortofanobsession]

Will o’ the Wisp - Ch. 5 (Umbrella Academy WIP)

Author’s Note: Still chipping away at this one, I have sooooo much written but there are missing scenes that I end up having to dig through clips, transcripts, and even gif sets, to sort out dialog. So I'm sorry that it takes so long. Also from now on I'm just going to use Viktor. Some pronouns might be wrong, because I'm still sorting through everything, but I'm trying. I have rewritten the first four chapters with hopefully correct pronouns. You can find that here and in the series masterlist. Not that there is really any mention of Viktor in this chapter oddly enough. It's Man on the Moon plot points, so it's looking for Five & Klaus, while Luther & Diego argue. So that's fun. Enjoy. Unbeta'd as always.

Minors DNI

So as it goes, Y/N = your name. Y/N/N = your nickname.  Reader pronouns She/Her.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Primary Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Female!Reader (Slow Burn)

Series/TUA Masterlist

Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 6

Word count: 3k+

Content Warning: Death, Blood, drinking, drunk behavior, vomiting, knives, arguing, sibling rivalry, guilt, cussing/swearing, canon typical neglect, manipulation, violence, angst, anger.

Chapter 5: Tough Talk and Touchy Subjects

“Like I said, Master Luther,” Pogo tells Luther as they look around Five’s room. “Number Five hasn't lived in this room since he was a boy.”

“Yeah, I know, but we need to warn him,” Luther explains. “He doesn't even know we were attacked. He doesn't know they're looking for him - he doesn't know -”

“What are you doing here?” Diego asks.

 “Uh,” Luther starts. “Do you know about Mom?”

“Well, It looks like you got what you wanted,” Diego states. “One way or another, right?"

"Wanna tell me what you're doing here?” Luther shifts the topic.

“Looking for Five,” Diego answers.

“Let me guess," Luther continues. "You're gonna save the day.”

“It's what I do," Diego responds. “Asshole.”

“Really?” Luther counters. “Last I checked, you mopped floors.”

“And what do you do? Sit on the moon for four years, waiting for orders?”

Diego is not buying it.“Keep on being a loyal soldier after everything our father did to you.”

“What? You mean save my life?” Luther inquires.

“No, I mean…turn you into a monster.”

“Can’t hide it anymore, champ.”

Luther punches the armoire.  

Pogo shakes his head.

“He had a difficult decision to make, and he made it.”

“Grow up, Luther, we’re not 13 anymore.”

“That’s what leaders do, by the way.”

“He sent you on that mission all alone. Almost got you killed.”

“Yeah, well, at least he was there. Where were you? You and everyone else in this family? You walked out.”

“And thank Christ that I did, or I would have ended up just like you.” 

“Let me ask you a question.” Diego starts. “When you watch one of these nature shows-”

“Diego, please,” Pogo tries.

“Does it turn you on?” Diego finishes his question.

“So what? Is he just an animal to you, too now, Diego, huh?” Luther gestures to Pogo. 

“Don't.”

“Enough! This house was attacked,” Pogo chastises them. “We barely got out with our lives.

And Grace, she wasn't so lucky. Your brother is missing, and this is how you rise to the occasion? Take your nonsense elsewhere. Now.”

“Sorry, Pogo.”

“Yeah, sorry, Pogo.”

"Diego took it too far again?" Y/N asks Pogo when she sees him following her brothers out of Five’s room.

"I am afraid so. Called Master Luther a Monster. Said some dreadful things."

“Do I need to babysit them?” 

“Probably,” he admits.

“I'll make sure they don't kill each other,” she sighs. "Apparently, the one thing they agree on is that I am fragile."

"You are injured, Miss Y/N."

"I will try not to undo your handy work. Luther can do the heavy lifting, and Diego never lets me do anything anyway. I'll behave." 

“Where’re you going?” She asks Luther as she sees him heading out.

He seems to weigh his options. “Looking for Five.”

“You know I can do that easier than anyone else here,” she states.

“Then come on,” he says.

“Good, because I was already going to follow you guys anyway.”

“Then why ask?” 

“Because it’s less rude, duh.” She shakes her head but smiles. “Lead the way, big guy.”

They meet up with Diego.

“This is it.” 

“He's still here.”

“This is Five's van.” 

She tries not to laugh as they both try to go through the van at the same time and get in each other’s way.

“You know it would go faster if you just let me-” she starts.

“No,” both her number one and number two brother say in unison. 

“But-”

“No!” they say again. 

She sulks or at least seems to, as she goes to the other side of the van and leans against it. She pulls the hood of her jacket up and checks to ensure they aren’t paying attention to her. They were too busy both trying to be in control of what was happening. She leans her forehead against the side of the van, so they are less likely to notice her eyes glowing. She sends out a few Wisps to search for her brothers. She finds it odd that she doesn’t find either Five or Klaus initially but doesn’t get to finish her search.

“Seriously?” Diego shakes her good arm, drawing her focus back to herself, and the glow leaves her irises. “We have a lead.”

“Where? I can check it-”

“No, you’re already pushing it as is.”

“I’m fine,” she tells him. 

“Are you?” Diego asks, skepticism clear in his tone.

She shakes her head and changes the topic. "Are we good or…"

He sighs but nods. "Stitches?" he nods at the arm, knowing there is a freshly wrapped wound under her jacket and bandages.

She considered lying. Pogo had helped her when things had calmed down. But if he found out she was lying, Diego would not be happy. “Just a couple,” she admits. “It mainly needed to be cleaned and covered. Stings a bit, but you know how it is. It’s not that bad."

"If you say so," he shrugs. He doesn’t believe her. But he has hope that she’d tell him if it was too much to handle on her own.

"Though Luther did come to check on me since he missed your whole blow-up, and Allison must have filled him in." She nods towards where their brute of a brother is just out of earshot. 

"You two having heart-to-hearts now?"

She laughed. "Maybe, any good I did, you probably undid. A monster? Really? I worked so hard to convince him he isn't a freak. You are lucky. You look like just a crazy dude with a knife kink.”

“Screw you,” he hisses, venom clear in his tone. 

She grins but continues to make her point. “You don't have to live with people constantly looking at you like a freak. If he is a monster, so is the Wisp. So am I. Because I make everyone uncomfortable. People avoid being anywhere near me. Luther and I are what Reginald Hargreeves made us into. We don't have the choice to not be anything else. So take your attitude and shove where the sun don’t shine, pendejo. This is why Pogo agreed you two needed a babysitter."

"We do not. And admit it, this is just how you are. You hover. Sometimes spy. It’s one of the many consistent things about you. That and you broadcast your emotions. Not always a bad thing. Always helpful to have a glaringly obvious tell so I know when I've pushed one too many buttons, but you'd be shit a poker. You couldn't bluff if you tried." 

"Gee, thanks for such a sweet compliment, brother of mine," She couldn't help but laugh. 

"It’s a positive in my book, never have to worry about you lying to me. You always give it to me straight. No bullshit. And you've never pulled your punches anyway. And that's something I've always admired."

"Aww, I kind of like this new Diego, or at least this new to me, still a bit grumpy, but adorable, Diego. Go on, tell me I'm pretty now or that-" He rolls his eyes at her comment but doesn't miss the way the glow of the Wisp warmed ever so slightly at his words. He'd take that for a win. They didn't have many of those these days. 

He shakes his head. "You had to ruin it, you couldn't just let me not be an asshole or a jerk like you always point out."

"I should get shot more often if it gets you guys to be nice," she says.

"Don't even joke," he glares at her. "That's not even remotely funny." 

"Awww, you do care," she grins and nudges his shoulder with her good one.

"Never said I didn't," he states.

"I know," she agrees. 

“We going or what?” Luther shouts at them. 

They follow the lead and end up at the library.

She resists the urge to roll her eyes as her brothers, who usually argue, both take up essentially mirroring stances to keep her shielded behind them. 

"Guys, it's just a library," she points out.

"The past few days, a donut shop, a department store, and our home have all been shot up," Diego states.

"And you got shot at one of those," Luther points out.

"Not taking any chances," Diego tells her. 

"Exactly," Luther agrees.

"I don't know if it is fascinating or infuriating that the two of you agree, and of course, it has to be about my safety," she grumbles. “Which isn’t even in jeopardy right now.”

“Yet,” Diego adds.

"Was bound to happen someday," Luther shrugs.

"Can I just-"

"How often do I have to say no?" Diego says. She looks at Luther, and he shakes his head. It isn't long before the two brothers start arguing. She doesn't stop them because it means they aren't focusing on her.

“You wanna know why I left?” Diego asks Luther. Y/N looked back and forth between her brothers. She remembers they had argued in Five's room. Pogo had stopped it. She figures this had been building all day and, despite being in public, it was probably best to just let them sort it out as she searched the building with her powers. If they got physical. She’d intervene as best she could, but the last thing she wanted to do was accidentally destroy or burn down a library. 

“What? What are you talking about?” Luther is unsure. 

“Why I left the Academy,” Diego clarifies.

“Yeah, ‘cause you couldn’t handle me being Number One,” Luther answers.

“No. Because that’s what you do when you’re 17,” Diego says like it is the most obvious thing in the world. And she thinks it might be for most people. Unfortunately, they aren’t most people. Diego continues, “You move out, become your own person, grow up.”

“Oh yeah. You’re a real grown-up,” Luther quips. 

Y/N snorts a laugh at that but covers it as a cough. 

“At least I make my own decisions.”

“You’ve never had to hold down a job, pay bills. Even Y/N does that, and she glows like a bug zapper.”

“Rude,” she grumbles but shuts up as soon as Diego makes his next point.

“You ever even been with a girl?” Diego asks Luther. “Look, you wanna blame me, blame us for leaving…that’s okay. But maybe you’re asking yourself the wrong question. Maybe it’s not about why we left. Maybe it’s about why you stayed.”

“I stayed because the world needed me,” Luther states.

“You stayed because you couldn’t let go of the way things used to be. The Academy. Dad. With Allison.”

She sighs as the orbs search. Ignoring the shocked looks the lights get from patrons. 

“Dad’s dead. Mom too, now. We’re orphans again, dude." Diego hasn't stopped. "And things are never gonna go back the way they used to be.”

“Do you ever stop talking?” Luther asks. 

She clears her throat. “You two done?” She glares at them as her eyes clear and her glow returns. “Two things, one, I found him. Two, for the record, I left because I refused to constantly spy on everyone after they left. You were right, Luther. It violated everyone’s privacy. I didn't like leaving, but I had to. I couldn’t do it anymore.” She walked off in the direction the orbs had found Five. Trusting them to follow. She ignores the people she knows are talking about them. She rounds the corner and gestures to where Five is passed out in a corner.

“Is he…um…” Luther starts.

“Drunk as a skunk,” Diego grins.

“And here I thought we agreed he wasn’t supposed to do stupid things without me,” she sighs as she gets closer to Five to check on him. “This at least seems more fun than being stuck with you two.”

“Rude. And you make that deal with everyone nowadays,” Diego points out.

“Yeah, well, it seemed necessary. We need to get him out of here because someone was going to call security when I was searching. So let's get going.” She starts to gather up the things around Five. Trusting Luther to do the heavy lifting.

She goes ahead of them and ends up apologizing to the staff. She even uses the dead parents card and assures them it won't happen again. They get away without having the cops called.

“Well, we can't go back to the house. It's not secure,” Luther explains when she catches up with them. “Those psychopaths could come back at any moment.”

“My place is closer,” Diego says. “No one will look for him there.”

Y/N winces as Five belches and holds his stuff tighter to her chest.

“If you vomit on me-” Luther starts to threaten. 

“You know what's funny?”

“What’s funny, Five?” she asks.

“Aah! I'm going through puberty." 

"Not sure funny is the right word," she considers as he continues.

“Twice. And I,” Five chuckles. “I drank that whole bottle, didn't I?” 

"Mhmm." She adds, keeping pace beside Luther.

“That's what you do when the world you love goes bye-bye.”

“Poof, it's gone.”

“I know you’ve been through more than any of us could imagine, but we need to talk to you about something. Something important,” she tries to lead the conversation to what they really need to talk about.”

Her more direct sibling adds, “Two masked intruders attacked the Academy last night. They came looking for you.”

“And they shot Y/N,” Diego, of course, bluntly states, causing her to cringe. “So I need you to focus. What do they want?”

“Hazel and Cha-Cha,” Five states.

“Who?” 

“You know, I hate code names.”

“Of course, I get shot by dumbasses with names like Hazel and Cha-Cha,” she mumbles.

“Ah, the best of the best. Except for me, of course.”

“I like to think you wouldn’t shoot me,” she adds.

“Focus, Luz,” Diego says. 

“The best of what?”

“You know, Delores always said she hated when I drink. You should've made me a Shirley - “Hey!” Diego really tries to get him to focus.

“Hm? Yeah?”

She rolls her eyes and uses the Wisp to try to get his attention. She’d learned a long time ago most inebriated individuals tend to love the lights and colors. Or she’d make him puke. That was also a possibility.   

“Five, hey, listen to me. I need you to focus, okay?” She says, a bit more gentle with her request than her brother.

“What do this Hazel and Cha-Cha want?” 

“We just wanna protect you,” Diego tells him.

“Protect me. I don't need your protection, Diego. Do you have any idea how many people I've killed?"

"No," Diego answers. 

"I'm the Four frickin' Horsemen," Five states. "The apocalypse is coming.”

She moves the Wisp away quickly as Five vomits. 

Luther puts a passed-out Five down on Diego’s bed. Diego sets the mannequin, Delores, as they had gleaned, down on a chair.

“Funny. If I didn’t know he was such a prick,” Diego says. “I’d say he looks almost adorable in his sleep.”

“Well, don’t worry. He’ll sober up eventually,” Luther states. “Be back to his normal, unpleasant self.” 

“Yeah, I can't wait that long,” Diego says. “I need to find out what his connection is with these lunatics before someone else dies.”

“All that stuff he was saying before,” he says. She looks up when she hears thumping overhead. “What do you think he meant by that?” Then they hear footsteps. Al opens the door.

Al says. “You throw another one of those goddamn knives at me. I'm pressin' charges.”

“What do you want, Al?” Diego asks.

“I ain't your secretary,” Al states.

“Yeah,” Diego acknowledges. 

“Some lady called for you, said she needs your help,” Al tells him.

“What lady?”

“I dunno.” Al says. “Some, uh, detective.”

Even Y/N is getting frustrated by now. 

“I think she said her name was, uh, Blotch or somethin',” Al adds.

“Patch? She needs my help.” Diego goes up to see the note Al had.

“She needs you to meet her at that motel, a dump on Calhoun.” 

Y/N is already moving towards the door, half a plan forming since she already has a location. 

“When?” Diego asks. 

“About half an hour ago,” Al continues. “Uh, said she found your brother.”

“Well, that didn't make sense.”

“Klaus,” the siblings all say. 

She sends the Wisp on ahead. 

“Go,” Luther starts.

“Already on it,” she says as she goes to follow Diego. She catches the door before it can slam shut.

“I’ll wait here with…” Luther continues more to himself than anyone else. “Him.” He pats Delores on the head.

The full form of the Wisp hovered over the horrific scene in the motel room. Detective Patch was on the floor in pool of her own blood. She was too still. Too far gone. The Wisp searches the room at near-light speed. Klaus was nowhere to be found. 

She shifted her focus to following Diego up to the room. 

“Diego, wait!” she starts, hoping to at least warn him about what he is about to see, but he ignores her and rushes into the room. He goes to try and help Patch, but she was already gone. He loses his composure and gets angry. 

“I’m sorry, Diego,” she says. To give him a moment to come to terms with Patch dying, she switches to the Wisp to check the area for Klaus. She doesn’t find him but finds that the police are well on their way.

“We have to go, Diego,” she says as she pulls some of herself back to her body, using the Wisp to monitor how close they are. “Cops will be here any minute.”

She isn’t sure he hears her as he looks around the room. Diego finds a receipt for the same donut shop that was attacked a few nights before.

“Diego,” she tugs his arm. He doesn’t fight her as she pulls him out the door. He lets her guide them out of there as the police get closer. He knows she can see more than he can as she uses the Wisp to find the best route. Once out of danger, she drops his arm and looks at him. He might not seem like it, but she knows he’s hurting. She knows his stoic demeanor is masking his grief and his anger.

“I’m not going to ask if you’re okay,” she starts.

“I’m fine,” he grits out.

“You’re not, but that’s understandable,” she corrects. She can tell he is gearing up for a fight by the way his shoulders tense. She sighs. If she tries to get him to talk, he’ll fight her. So she does the only thing she can think of that might help him. She hugs him. He freezes.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get there soon enough. I…I should have used the Wisp sooner. I could have bought her some extra time. I could have-”

“Don’t-” he hisses but doesn’t pull away. He actually accepts the hug. 

“Okay,” she relents. She doesn’t want to fight him, not after what he just went through. She stays there as long as he needs. “I’m sorry.”

[limeade-l3sbian]

hey i love ur blog btw. i just wanted to share a funny story that happened yesterday. im in school and theres a tim at my school and he told us that he uses "she/her/they/them" pronouns and idc about pronouns tbh do what u will okay. but the thing that made me just know that the tr*ns community has nothing to do w respect and treating them like humans it's about submission and never ever questioning them. so we all got ready to go lunch and he decided to sit at my table and i was just minding my own business and he asked me to get ice cream w him and i said sure. my friend called me and asked me where i was and i said "i'm with *fake name right here* and im gonna come back. yeah im with them right now" and i saw the look on his face when i used "them". like them can be used to refer to anyone correct? not for him. his face kinda dropped and i ignored it and he was like "why didnt u say she instead, im a girl remember" and i said to him "yeah but u said u use they as well" and he was like "what you are doing is what i call polite transphobia when u refer to me as them and not she because you don't see me as a real girl" and i stood there like okay????? he got mad and left and told his friends that i was terfy and being transphobic and i couldnt help but laugh because i wasnt. he even said and i quote i was doing "polite transphobia" my guy what??????

This is why i find it hard to understand these ppl. Them can be used for anyone right???? I didn't even care about the fact that you were a "real girl or not" I just said them and you are here crying and shitting your pants. You can never reason w these people. sorry is long but yeah also my english is not great. sorry this situation made me laugh

I graduated a little before all this stuff hit its peak so I commiserate, anon lmaoo. hope the ice cream was good, at least. 😭

also, your english was perfect 💜

[local-pokemart-worker]

Ooc

I'm gonna say a few things, I want to to guess what I mean.

I'm cis but in a not cis way.

I was neutered as a baby.

I was literally assigned female at birth.

If you guessed intersex you're correct. More specifically ipsogender, meaning I identify with the gender assigned to me even though when born I did not fit the “criteria” for that gender.

It's been a rough few weeks coming to terms with it. Like yeah it sucks I didn't get to make the choice, would've been nice to know beforehand as well, even if they made the right choice for me, doesn't mean it's right for everyone, or that it was right to basically neuter me as a baby before I even could decide for myself.

So for now, I'm still Eevee (or if you wanna call me Kit which is my characters name that's fine too) and use She/Her pronouns.

This also explains why my body makes more testosterone than estrogen. Maybe. Idk. Might be grasping at straws for that one.

[skz317cb97]

This is gonna be a whole ass rant I'm so sorry but....

WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH PEOPLE COMFORTABLY DEAD NAMING ME LATELY!

Story time...

Yesterday a regular of mine (that I've actually complained about on here before) came in and said "Hi I'm here for my appointment with 'dead name.'" ALL of my stylists have only EVER known me as Cal, NEVER my dead name. So Christina (who transferred from the other salon with me) was like "Oh you mean Cal!" At this point I was walking up front to pull her back and she was like,

"Ooooh yeaaa I don't call her that." Now I'm USUALLY really REALLY chill about my pronouns and whatever as long as people call me by my preferred name. Even with my name, with my clients, I've been a bit lax on but when I heard her say that it irritated me to no end. So I said,

"No one here knows me by that name, they aren't gonna know who you're talking about unless you call me Cal." And she was like,

"Ohhh I just can't." Now I was trying to be professional and polite AND stand my ground so I used my #1 argument when I'm in this situation, which is,

"Well my mom named me and she calls me Cal so I think if she can you can also." Then she says,

"You know I'm not good with change." Still I'm TRYING to be polite, I've done this woman's hair for like 10 years and have considered her a friend for a long time. I said,

"You could try." And she just smiled and said,

"Luckily you love meee." ALL I could think was 'I don't love anyone enough to let them disrespect me' but instead I just dropped it and pulled her back. The whole haircut was awkward and tense and she kept trying to conversate and called me 'dead name' a couple more times in my chair. I didn't really say anything and just let her talk. When we were done I checked her out and USUALLY I'd walk around and give her a hug goodbye. I DID NOT. After she left I walked in the back and Christina was there. I said,

"I am..." and Christina immediately was like,

"I know I couldn't believe her just now!" So for someone that doesn't like change she's going to be really upset when I stop taking her calls and texts and she has to find someone else to do her hair because I will NOT ANYMORE after that. She could have dealt with little change and called me Cal now she deals with BIG change and finds a new stylist. She also has hella hard hair to work with and is stupid picky so good luck to her on her new journey.

Then today another regular who's hair I've done for like 10 years came in.

"I'm here for 'dead name'." My assistant manager had heard about the incident the day before so she said,

"Oh! You mean Cal!" And he went.

"Oh yea Cal." No problem a slip, it happens, no harm no foul, thank you for correcting yourself. But then he accidently called me tonight instead of his ex mother inlaw because he still has me saved as 'dead name' in his phone after almost 3 years of going by Cal. He went on a whole schpeal about a family situation before he realized it was me on the phone. So he asked my opinion about the issue anyway and I gave it to him. (Big shocker he was the one wrong!) Then he proceeded to go on about an email he got from someone at work (he's a cop🙄) and how it had pronouns at the bottom so I was like,

"Yea, lots of people put their pronouns in their bio on socials or at the bottom of emails..." He cuts me off and goes,

"Well they didn't 2 years ago." So I went to finish my sentence.

"Yea probably not but a lot of businesses are trying to be more inclus-" Cuts me off again.

"Well they didn't do that before." Again I tried to say,

"Yes but business are trying to be more inclusive for trans and non-binary-" Again.

"Well no one used to." It was like talking to a fucking wall. I was like,

"You KNOW I wrote my pronouns on my mirror at the other salon." And he groaned and was like,

"Yeaaa I know, I don't get it. Binary I thought that meant book. I don't know." Fucking FACE. PALM. I was so pissed by the time I finally got off the phone with him. I just can't with this shit. I'm TOO easy going about it for people to be so blatantly disrespectful. I'm over it.