#trans fem hc

[transgendersniffles]

Trans-Femme Sniffles: Why?

I really just wanted to make a post detailing why I personally think why this HC FUCKIN ROCKS!!! also just generally discussing why Trans-Femme Sniffles might be becoming more popular? Mainly just detailing why I love this hc and why I personally enjoy it sm.

For Starters: Why Not?

Probably the most BASIC answer (/pos!) is "well... why the hell not?" Happy Tree Friends is a show that doesn't really have a huge story or consistent characters.

Gender isn't really a pressing issue nor is it something to be taken uber seriously (I do have a point where I DO discuss the HUGE gender imbalance in HTF but like. you know what I mean)

It doesn't matter what Sniffles goes by, Sniffles will be gored by the end of the episode/j

Okay So... The Gender Imbalance

So to those who aren't aware HTF has around 17 male characters and 3 female characters. 17/21 of the HTF cast are male while there's only 3/21 female characters. (with 1 character being NB/Gender Fluid, Flaky!)

And while 4/21 female characters still isn't.. perfect? In terms of character Interaction it could fill up an episode pretty well for featuring roles. 3 is absolutely a crowd but 4 is a balanced crowd? I dunno.

Projecting!!

I'm transgender myself! (Nonbinary) and I do always love to project on my favorites. While I am well aware of the popular hc of Sniffles being Trans-Masc (and that Hc is TOTALLY VALID!) it never stuck with me like Trans-Femme Sniffles has.

It's also probably due to the fact that Sniffles literally has the worst deaths. Leads to sympathizing with her, leads to having her be put close to your heart. The favorite Sniffles pipeline is VERY real and it's probably why she's my personal favorite. (Despite the fact she's kind of an asshole in some episodes. It doesn't take away from her empathy imo, it just gives her more character).

I think (and this is going to segway to the next part) people in the HTF might also project onto her because of her heavy inclusion in fandom space! Girl literally goes to COMIC CON for crying out loud!

Geek Culture and Transgender Spaces.

I think it is interesting how most of the fandom does tend to HC her as trans regardless but I can really understand why! She's deeply into geek culture (comics, star trek, back to the future) and a lot of trans folk are heavily into Geek culture. Which makes sense! Geek culture IS about being weird, about being the odd man out!

(I'm mainly speaking from both my own experience and how I've seen Trans-Femme women be included in the same culture. This isn't to group all trans people as Geeks/Nerds or to dismiss anything related to bigotry in said spaces)

Personally, part of the reason it's so easy to IMAGINE Sniffles as queer (to any degree) is because she's relatable in a space where the creators are open to characters being well.. not cis (case in point, Flaky.)

I don't know how to end this so.. erm.

Girl with hardware tools.

[roselineduskbloom]

Transfem Senjuro my beloved.

Damn you @belovedmuichiro and your hcs(I love them♡´･ᴗ･`♡)

[trans-spidey]

her again <3333

[sinceyousawvienna]

So excited for the Bridgon arc that I made a picrew of my Miu Miu

Yes, they have white hair like Lu, what of it?

[amystarrstuff]

so, this is something i've noticed in fandom spaces and want to see how people ~generally~ feel regarding genderbends & genderswaps, especially if they are transgender themselves!

if there's a reason for why you like/dislike genderbends please share in the tags, this is something that genuinely interests me

[mystii-gur0]

We salute the flag

Inspired by this post by @dailyblueberror (hope it's OK I pinged you lol)

She's a tgirl guys change my mind

Error belongs to LoverofPiggies

[candy4bonez]

drew some stinkys bc i was bored, very low effort

requests are open so if you want me to draw a goober, send away

fell paps and sans belong to underfell horrortale paps belongs to sourapple

[spiralingemptyness]

trans fem sanji this, reg sanji that

ive solved the problem

✨gender fluid sanji✨

:)

[brokenolivejar]

Hi twst fans I took a break from my Naruto rewrite refs to draw jamidia (only things I really care abt for twst) I feel bad for not drawin em enough my yuri pilled trans fems

Though they’re only doodles it’s all I have to offer feast my fellow jamidia fans just holler if u need more food in the future

[ratwizz]

I love seven and I love girls so

[staticmono]

light comes out as trans to try and make L seem transphobic for targeting the only trans person on the team but then both L and matsuda come out as trans as well, completely ruining light's plan

[t4tails]

as a non batman knower who follows you for your other posts I've seen you complain about dick grayson fans but I've never really understood those complaints intimately until this evening, when a post I made about compulsory motherhood being assigned to female characters due to misogyny ended up getting tagged as "dick greyson." i agree with you now that we need to start silencing batfam fans.

all batfam fans must be required to complete a 50 question test about misogynistic, ableist, and racist tropes in media before being allowed to post online

[tinkerbitch69]

All-New Wolverine #18 by Tom Taylor with art by Nik Virella

Is angel a, y’know… 🥚? is he perhaps… 🏳️‍⚧️? are these two possibly… 🌈👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌈

All-New Wolverine #1 by Tom Taylor with art by David Lopez and David Navarrot

Laura likes headpats? I dunno sounds very trans fem puppygirl coded to me…

[imsosocold]

More ,, c!dream transfem poetic ideas....please...

Our purely putrid filthy, fusty, musty, stanky, rank fem-not-female daymare. She’s fraying clothes with seams ripping in the way envelopes and wrapping paper are in their desperation to be opened. She’s patches peeling off the way fruits are peeled with their skins being left out to rot in the sun. She’s the scab and sunburn you pick at until it prickles. She’s sweat from heat against the sweat of the cold. She’s the dust you forgot to sweep up that hangs sparkling in the air. She’s the floorboard that creeks with your breaths. She’s an old fridge whose very self, never mind its contents, is rotting. She’s the light that won’t stop flickering. She’s an old time styled radio that only garbles out guttural sounds and spits static. She’s shoes splitting at the soles that you still expect to shield your feet from the metal as you kick at your broken down rusted car. She’s the bandana you  wear when the sands and their winds get too high. She’s the odd smelling and shaped stains that won’t come out and won’t be questioned. She’s a mattress on TOP of a mountain of blankets that are sour smelling and matted with sweat.  She’s the grimy coins kids are excited to find. She’s the sketchbook scraps forced to be used as napkins. She’s waking up with wounds you don’t remember how you got and soon will forget having. She’s front yard fires, never strong enough for barbecue. She’s the constant pain that you have no clue where comes from but can’t afford to see a doctor over it. She’s toilet paper veils and toilet paper roll telescopes and napkin handkerchiefs and towel headscarves and Piñata pets. She’s a burning flag (L’Manburg or American) at a backyard concert and brunch. She’s licking at the salt lick in cold hoping it hasn’t frozen over. She’s playing music on the bottom of garbage cans and pans and on top of thighs. She’s a little kid carrying stuff in her hoodie and inside her shirt feeling so smart about it. She’s showing off what you found in the parking lot. She’s moths hitting against patio lights. She’s fireflies caught bare handed in the backyard which you at first are excited about before feeling grossed out. She’s the sea urchin you step on out of spite.  She’s the solid salt chunks caught in your mouth from swimming in the sea. She’s empty tortoise shells and even emptier, exposed tortoise spines. She’s animal blood being boiled; something you can’t scrape out. She is pure folk punk. She is everything. She’s made up of and makes up with popsicle stick people and macaroni art men and bottle cap boys and chalk chicks and tally girl tabs.  She feels like cicada husks and bed bug shells and dragonfly wings and rhino beetle horns. If you kissed her she would taste of raw meat and then blood because she bites on instinct. She could ride a bike with flat tires. She could make a heater out of an old fan. She somehow gets drunk from church wine and high from smoking straight up grass and chewing on loose exercise -machine tums. She holds an open potluck made up of leftovers as she does scratch off tickets and sniff stickers together. She hand washes clothes and dishes alike but if she had a washing machine she’d get lost in watching it spin until she felt like throwing up. She’s distance spitting seeds and tobacco alike. She collects sand and spices and stamps; all the little things you never know if/when you’ll need. She makes the sort of grits that always get stuck in your teeth and to the top of your mouth and to the bottom of your stomach but in a way that’s comforting. She lets bugs and insects and animals climb onto and all over her.

She lets mosquitos bite her and shows off the bumps that develop proudly because don’t they deserve to eat too?  She’s wanting to be lost. She bops herself on the head on an empty soda bottle when she’s not blowing into it and a paper bag.  She snacks on perlite like popcorn and chews on wood chips. She drinks the water from leaks and blisters. She sucks up the guts out of pumpkins and suckles on bark and gnaws on sap and loves moss even more than Kris. She’ll feed house and store and backyard and forest plants alike. She has a garden just for weeds. She makes her own manure. She grows mushrooms in the upstairs bathroom sink. She raises crayfish in a school Petri dish. She only wants to eat the green tomatoes and bananas and peaches. She wants to see how sticks and stones break bones. She has squirted lemon and tomato juice directly into her eyes just to see what it’s like.

She wakes up the crickets and the chickens. Her green motif comes from  staining from chlorine and leaves painted brighter and more waxy than they could ever be in nature for advertising and the lack of green colored stars that exist. Science kits and first aid kits are the same to her. She brings astronaut food to the beach picnic. She gets bone shards stuck in her teeth along with her tonsil stones. She keeps taxidermy in coolers. She keeps bait in buckets and gives them out like gift bags. She recites rites for roadkill.   She made wind chimes out of fake dimes. She nicks nails from construction sites. She dances in dumpsters. She blacks out in the bakery bins behind the store fronts. She kicks her shoes onto the roof after making a contest of how far they could be thrown off when on the swing set. She writes messages out of spider webs. She braids grass to put into her hair and wears roots like rings. She knows the exact classifications that foods like tomatoes and pumpkins and strawberries and eggplants fall into. She has such strong opinions about oatmeal over corn meal, squash vs gourds, egg whites in comparison to yolks. She has grown with the grass and she finds perfume in skunks and every abandoned place is immediately familiar to her. In universe she invented the hawk tuah meme. She’s genuinely “not like most other girls” without even trying. She’s almost disgustingly  authentic and actually is very proud of it. It will take months, even maybe years, to sort out my thoughts on her and so many other pretty piling-up things but I will eventually write (and certainty think) about her forever lol. 

[sinceyousawvienna]

On the last day of Weston College

[bloomeng]

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