Kusuo is NOT transgender. he also has "male" has his biological gender. then he has a normal penis and normal male structure.
if you check a transmasc they don't look like a man, they looks like girls without boobs. they are still girls. :) also the same with transfem, they are still a man with a dress.
Saiki Kusuo is normal. Leave him out of that horrible shit.
Oh boy >:3
This is the funniest ask Iâve ever received; ever. Before continuing, Iâm aware this could very well be a troll and this is a satirical ask, but Iâm going to treat it like they were being genuine, because itâs funnier that way.
âKusuo is Not transgenderâ
The post your responding to literally is a source that explicitly states otherwise, canonically. And some more proof
Saiki was born a girl. confirmed trans. Even if you believe that sex = gender you canât deny that the rule doesnât apply to Saiki as heâs a shapeshifter. That logic is completely irrelevant and inapplicable to him.
âHe has a normal penisâ
That is the funniest thing anyone has ever said to me.
âif you check a transmasc they don't look like a man, they looks like girls without boobsâ
Just a couple images of various trans men who could never be mistaken for women
And vice versa:
âSaiki Kusuo is normalâ
Well... no... heâs not. In terms of gender though; yeah, he is. And trans. Which is canonical. You canât say that canon is wrong just because itâs something you would prefer to have not been the case. He is trans, whether you like it or not. So you have a couple of options now.
Accept that trans people are valid
Accept that Saiki is trans even if you view that as invalid
leave
Some extra stuff that didnât go with the flow of the rest
âThey are still a manâ
https://blogs.scientificamerican.com/voices/stop-using-phony-science-to-justify-transphobia/
https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/the-hidden-mind/202002/gender-development
https://www.healthychildren.org/English/ages-stages/gradeschool/Pages/Gender-Identity-and-Gender-Confusion-In-Children.aspx
assuming youâll read them and arenât too scared to exit your echo-chamber safe-space, dumb ass :P
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Breath short, chest tightening. Eyes darting as I feel uncomfortable and don't know what's happening, with my heart pounding in my chest.
Nothing's happening around me, so I don't know why I'm acting like this. My parents are talking on the sofa beside me, not even talking about me, so it couldn't be that.
Gripping the sofa's arm slightly I furrow my eyebrows as I feel my breathing, which was getting harder with each one. It was similar to what happens around being smoke, but without anything seeming to cause it.
I sit up, trying not to gain the attention of my parents. I adjust so I can see if it makes me breath easier.
Nope, nothing.
I take a hard, shaky breath, clenching my jaw and grinding my teeth.
Okay, let's try the breathing thing that's supposed to help. But that's anxiety... Ah, who cares, worth a shot.
I close my eyes and I take a deep breath through my nose for four beats. Then for four beats, a deep breath out of my mouth, concentrating on keeping my breathing steady and controlled.
After a few attempts, my breathing gets slowly better. Not normal, but better.
I open my eyes and sigh slightly, trying to keep my breathing steady. I look over to my parents and see they didn't notice. Success, I guess.
I quickly pick up my phone and pretend to be reading, so my parents don't notice what happened. I think to myself about what happened.
Having no idea, even after ten minutes of thinking. Fine, I give up.
Guess that's just another mystery to add to the checklist of unexplainable, recurring things that happen to me. Yay...
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The Game Show (Ron Weasley x GN!Reader)
Summary: Ron thinks he knows everything about you, you know you know more about him. Fred and George set out to solve your dilemma.
Words: 1.6K
Key: Y/N - Your Name
Warning: Didnt proof read besties, sorry đ The reader is fully gender neutral but they do compare themselves to girls that Ron might be attracted to!
A/N: Heads up this is really stupidđ I just thought this was a funny idea and I stand by it lmaoo
Oh and to that one anon who requested a male reader for Ron- I am working on it so just wait đł You inspired this.
âGrab me a-â Ron asked as you reached to the next table over, which had some drinks and snacks on it (a gift from McGonnagal for Gryffindors latest Quidditch victory, cheers Harry). He didnât have time to finish his sentence as you set a bottle of pumpkin juice next to him. âThanks, thats... exactly it. Are you practicing legilimency?â
âRon, youâre an open book to me.â
âAm not.â He tried to argue back, but you raised a brow at him as grabbed another drink for yourself.
âThere is no shame in that, I know everything about you. I might still be a mystery to you, honey.â You teased him, fully confident in your ability to hide things from him (stuff like... homework? favorite dessert? mostly the fact that you were madly in love him, but other stuff too) âBut you-â
âYou do not know me any better than I know you, I can bloody guarantee that.â
âWhat are you wankers arguing over?â Fred said walking into the kitchen, George a step behind him.
âRon thinks he knows me better, its almost adorable how wrong he is.â You stuck out your bottom lip, pouting at him, and he groaned.
âFor the last time, just because you know what drink I like doesnât suddenly mean you know me.â
âItâs not about the drink, I just know for a fact I know, well, everything about you.â
âFreddie!â George called and smirked mischievously and you had a feeling you may not like it what the smirk suggested, âI think we have to solve this lovers quarrel.â
âWe absolutely do, Georgie.â Fred said, tastefully ignoring (or not noticing) the blushing that crept up on both your faces at the insinuation of a, other than platonic, relationship.
âGive you half an hour.â
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You and Ron hung out in the common room for a while, not knowing what to expect of the twins. Quite honestly, you kind of had forgotten what you were even talking about with them and just engaged yourself in playing wizard chess with your best friend.
âItâs done and there is no backing out.â Fred said walking into the room.
âI donât like that.â Ron said, clearly leaving away from them in his chair.
âWe have complied a series of questions-â Fred went on, pretending not to hear Rona concern, âWhich will ultimately solve the dilema: Who knows who better?â
âYeah, okay, Ron is your brother- How do you know stuff about me?â You asked, honestly doubting their abilities.
âThere is nothing or no one in this school we donât know juicy things about,â Fred started, letting George add (and then wink at you); âMostly for blackmail purposes.â
âThatâs... disturbing. Proceed.â
âYouâll each answer a series of questions about each other, at the end of the game weâll pull points and solve your dilemma.â
âWhat do you two get out of this?â Ron asked, rightfully suspicious.
âTo embarrass you both, of course.â
âThatâs sounds about right. Letâs play.â
âFirst question goes to Y/N- You can pick from three categories; Friends & Family, Likes & Dislikes, or Trivia.â
âGo on.â George urged.
âUh... Trivia?â
âContestant number one has picked Trivia- George please read us a trivia question.â
âWhat does Ronald say his celebrity crush is?â
âMolly Ringwald.â You say as soon as you heard the question. This was going to be easy.
âThatâs true.â Ron says and nods his head, but none of you mind him- The show must go on.
âAnd what is his actual celebrity crush?â
âVictor Krum!â You say without thinking, almost as soon as the question left Georgeâs mouth.
âHey, thatâs-â Ron started but was cut off immediately.
âCorrect! Two points to Y/N!â
âSuck it, Weasley.â You exclaimed right in his face and then turned around to Fred and George. âNot you two, this is really fun actually.â
âThank you kindly,â Fred says tipping an imaginary hat.
âRon- Has Y/N ever committee a crime? If yes, what was the crime?â
âOh, come on guys-â You tried to interject but Ron cut you off.
âYes, and shoplifting.â
âWow.â You looked at him, feeling suddenly exposed, leaning forward in your seat, âItâs on, Weasley, itâs on.â
â
You played for god knows how long. Yo had to admit Fred and George outdid themselves with this. How they got half the information they had was beyond you, you werenât sure you even wanted to know. But you knew you never wanted to put them in a position to blackmail you, at least. They had exposed many embarrassing details of your (and Ronâs) lives, and you were pretty sure you only scratched the surface of the iceberg.
At this point of the games, there was a small crowd listening in, as well as some uninterested people just hanging about the common room. You had to say this probably did provide for some solid entertainment, that is if you werenât the bud end of the joke.
âThere is only one question left for you and Ronald is leading by three points. Normally this would be a win, but this is a last resort win-or-lose. Do you wish to take it?â
âAbsolutely I do.â
âWho is Ron madly in love with?â
You frowned. Ron wasnât in love with anyone.... Was he? Why didnât he tell you? Wasnât he your best friend who was supposed to tell you everything? Who was he in love with? Dear Merlin, why wasnât it me?
With a million thoughts racing through your head you let your hand fall flat on your desk, no longer in the game show mood.
âI... I donât know.â
âHint: The person is in this room right now.â
âGuys, this is not funny.â Ron said through gritted teeth, his face glowing red. Or at least slightly more red than before, since there were plenty of questions embarrassing enough to make him, well, embarrassed.
âI donât know.â You repeated, through your voice was fainter, âI didnât know he liked anyone.â
âFalse. The person he likes is-â
âOi, shut up. I donât wanna play anymore.â Ron raised his voice and stood up from his chair. Merlin, he was probably embarrassed because the girl was watching. Who could it be? You looked around the room but you werenât sure. He went with Padma to the Yule ball, maybe it was her? Or maybe it was Lavender, she always seemed to like him. God, this was making your head hurt. You needed to lay down. Face down on the floor, preferably, groaning loudly for the next two to five business days.
âYeah, Iâm done playing too. It was fun, I guess.â You said and immediately excused yourself away from the group, going straight for the dorm. And now for that groaning...
â
It was a few hours later, way into the night, when you found yourself completely unable to sleep. So, you decided to go down and sit in the common room, maybe read a book or do some homework- thatâs bound to bore you to sleep. The thoughts of Ron being in love with some floozy (You were a feminist, it should be this easy to call girls floozies) were well on their way to giving you a migraine.
What you didnât account for, was that the source of your troubles would be sitting on the couch of the common room too. You would have backed out, you actually started to back out, but he saw you. It was too late. Time to put on a fake smile and fight through this.
âCant sleep?â You asked in a not-at-all natural voice. Definitely too high. Tone it down Y/N.
âUh, yeah,â He said, and you were almost thankful he sounded as awkward as you. He wanted to talk about earlier, you saw that much in his face. Might as well be the first one to bring it up, huh? Well, here goes nothing...
âSo, how come you didnât tell me you liked someone?â You asked him, taking a seat next to him, but still keeping some distance between you two.
âWell, itâs- I mean, I was gonna- I wanted to-â He rambled on and without any preface, he leaned forward to plant his lips against yours. Your eyes widened drastically but as soon as you realized what was happening, you wrapped a hand around his neck and kissed him back. He seemed startled at that (Yeah, who expects someone to kiss them back when you kiss them first. Solid thinking Ronald.), but eased up into the kiss again. At the risk of sounding cliche, you had to say it- It was perfect. I mean, you were both in your night clothes, and it was in the public common room, and yes you just thought he was in love with some random person, but it was perfectly you. And you wouldnât trade it for the world.
Unfortunately, the need of air prevailed, forcing you to break away from the kiss. You pulled away just enough to get a look at his, very red, face.
âMadly in love, huh?â You said teasingly, unable to keep the wide grin off of your face.
âIâll kill those two.â
âI think you should thank them.â
âFor what exactly?â
You pressed your lips to his just for long enough for him to register the kiss, then you pulled away, just enough to speak.
âFor this.â
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