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[sparrowthelovewolf]

Do anyone have a frick fracking profile picture I can use

I have more important things to do

Like learning how to jump real high HAHA!! >:3

[andysims-keiproject]

some writing for haji bc he's the character i project onto

tags: trans man character, bottom dysphoria, gender dysphoria, menstrual cycle, descriptions of Period Things, blood and descriptions of it, kinda gross, author using his beloved oc to vent, hajitarou, gay men <3, probably more i just can't think of atm

"Guh," was all that came out of Hajime's mouth as he leaned on the wall for support. Fuck, he felt dizzy. And lightheaded. And his stomach was cramping and-- oh fucking hell, it was shark week. Just dandy. Gathering up his books, Tarou murmured, "Hajime? Are you okay? You look pale. And you don't normally do... that when you stand up." Shaking his head, Haji shifted himself back onto his feet with a groan, haphazardly cramming his laptop back into his backpack and zipping it sufficiently shut. "M' fucking bleeding," he grumbled, holding his head. "Gotta get back to our dorm." Worried about his boyfriend, Tarou reached out to support him before being waved off. Oh, he supposed he should have expected that. Haji never let anyone help him, especially when his period started. He always spent the first day grappling with dysphoria which meant he refused everyone's help because "he was a big guy and he could do it on his own." What an idiot. Tarou was really concerned.

At lease Haji wasn't so stupid as to take the stairs down. Instead he teetered and tottered his way to the elevator back to the bottom floor of the class hall, the sudden downward motion enough to make his head spin a little. He got back to the dorm a little sooner that Tarou did, halfway through changing into sweatpants with no small amount of wrestling by the time it dropped its bag on the ground. "Have you eaten at all today?" Tarou asked, clipping his shaggy hair back in a claw clip with one hand and rummaging for his makeup remover with the other. "If you haven't, that's probably why you're dizzy." It got a rather pained "reh" noise in return and the sound of its boyfriend flopping onto his bed, already accepting defeat.

Oh, how Hajime was sick of this. He'd only been dealing with it for about an hour and he was fucking tired of it. Because now he'd start getting crampy and uncomfortable and nothing he did ever made it go away and then he'd start cursing his own body and then it would just deteriorate into feeling gross and wrong. He didn't want any of this. What he wanted was a dick. And he knew it was possible but he was also very much a college student with barely a penny to his name. He couldn't afford it, and it ripped him apart. And he couldn't miss class. That was a death sentence in this school. With a groan, he rolled over on the bed, rubbing his aching stomach in the hopes the feeling would go away soon so he could function. But seriously, he never got lightheaded before. And Gods knew what the fuck that meant. Maybe Tarou was right. Maybe he just needed to eat. Then he shivered as he felt one of those stupid little blood clots and realized he should probably do something before he bled into his boxers. Which meant wearing one of the two pairs of underwear he had leftover from high school that he only held on to because you can't stick a pad in boxers. And there was no way in hell he was using a tampon. He didn't even fucking know where to stick the damn thing.

Heaving himself off his bed, Haji waddled to his dresser and into the bathroom to dig the box of pads out from the back of the space under the sink. As he set about putting the damn thing on, he grumbled, "Stupid fucking body. Stupid fucking shark week. Stupid fucking cramps. Stupid fucking dysphoria. Fucking stupid, stupid, stupid!" There. It was on. And there was minimal blood on his boxers. Good. "M' gonna get lunch," he huffed, pulling on a hoodie and a pair of slippers that probably weren't meant to be worn outside. "You coming, Tarou?"

The taller man stood and stretched, the way his nose screwed up really highlighting how different he looked sans-eyeliner. Well, that didn't change when he was bleeding, Haji supposed. His boyfriend was always so pretty. WIth a considering little hum, it eventually replied, "Yeah, I'll come. I wanna spend time with you anyway." So the two of them set off on the short trek to the cafeteria, the cold winds making both of them shiver.

"So are we gonna talk about why you always get so pissy when this happens?" "No." "You sure? Because it's, y'know, kind of important given how it happens literally every month." "Yes, I'm sure. I don't wanna fucking think about it. And I'm not pissy." "Yes you are. You're being pissy right now, actually." "It's almost like you want me to yell at you." "You know I don't, kinako." "I know."

When they got their food they ate in silence for a little while, Tarou leaning against Hajime a little on one of the plush couches in the dining room. Eventually, Haji sighed, "I just... I wish I was done with this already. I'm this far on T and it still isn't over. When the fuck is it gonna end? It's bad enough that I get sick to my stomach when I look down in the shower. Why does it gotta keep bleeding? I'm so tired of feeling like this. I wanna like myself." He swallowed back the lump in his throat and willed away the tiny tears in his eyes. He was a prizefighter for fuck's sake, he didn't cry. But the way Tarou snuggled into him and made him feel big and protective... okay, maybe he could cry a little. They spent the next 20 minutes totally not on the brink of bawling, both of them trying to catch their shaking breaths by the end. To Tarou, hearing Hajime talk about himself like that was a nightmare. It didn't care what Haji had down there, but it knew it mattered to him, and that was enough to make it sad on his behalf. "I love you so much," it breathed, "I'm so sorry. But I promise you'll get there eventually. And know that I'll love you then too."

For something so short, it made him feel a lot better. Sometimes he got scared that he was only loved because he could still bleed. That Tarou would leave because the surgery looked weird or was "too fake." But he wouldn't. And that was just enough to make him feel okay.

i made myself cry at the end

[deliciousdietdrpepper]

Circling back to this, the subject of sleep and rest in the show is directly tied to the characters agency and personhood. The innies can’t sleep/don’t have a bed to sleep on and their outies do, but live in Lumon housing. Irving uses sleep to try and impart agency to Irving B via dream inception, Helena sleeps in her fathers house, mark destroys the baby crib after they fail to conceive. When Ricken’s editing his Lumon book edition in episode 5 Devon tells of him off for making himself a vehicle of Lumon propaganda and says that she’s “going to bed.” There’s an endless amount of symbolism in the show about how the ability to rest is an act of power and without owning a place to do it you are powerless. Mark and helly in the desk tent. I could go on.

Saw another post about ms huang’s bed and it Got Me Thinking. Anyway, remember Devon and ricken’s child’s bedroom? and the whole “switching beds throughout a child’s life is traumatic so we’ve provided all the beds you’ll ever need so you can change and grow at your own pace” and thus removing ms huang’s bed from her parent’s home and installing it somewhere else is symbolic of Lumon literally stealing her childhood and her autonomy, as well as keeping her in a state of childhood forever. Just like the innies, the members of the cult can never escape infantilization and will never be permitted to grow into individuals with agency. But nbd.

[vieramars]

Hello Gerry enjoyers what if he had an undercut

(+live Michael reaction)

[imgonzoingrightnow]

Throw them off. post scroldara art

[vile-br4t]

Turned off the black cauldron because I’m sure I heard a voice from the original He-Man cartoon, like the mean booming voice?? I need to go watch now to be sure

[dapper-lil-arts]

How many kids do you think Applejack and Rarity would have?

As many as they want, from zero to fifty, there is no limit to their power.

[babygirlspurgeon]

BIRTHDAY GOOOOOOOOOOAL

[doveysim]

the next generation of hayes’ are all women so far <3

[cutie-melon]

[fox-guardian]

AGE THOSE MEN PLEASE I BEG OF YOU I NEED TO SEE THEM WITH GREY HAIR PLEASE!!!!!!

GRRRRAAAAHHHH

[andysims-keiproject]

i'm jealous of my own fucking sims

[liebelesbe]

anyone else ever gripped with ice cold fear / dread / panic about climate change? on the radio they just said something about the 1.5° Grenze being reached very very soon probably and now I'm very close to hyperventilating 👍

[tea-the-not-understanding]

sorry everyone’s calling you short </3

I think you’re tall besides your height which I DONT KNOW BUT HEY EVERYONE IS TALL TO AN EXTENT AND YOU’RE AMAZINGGG <3!!!

YOU DROP THIS 👑

KANZDJKANZKAJNKJN THANK YOU SO MUCH THO

THIS SOMEHOW FUELS MY CONFIDENTS

[sum-thing-blablabla]

Oh fuck I did it.. I made the Guardian Angel fanfic.

Just did the first chapter today & I’m not sure how to feel about it? Here’s the link if you’d like to check it out:

PLEASE tell me what to fix on here, since I’m not too sure myself. Hand me that constructive criticism freshly served on a golden plate, baby!

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Anyway, have a wonderful day~