Mighty Introvert

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I’m not afraid of you, Wanda. I lost the person closest to me, too. The worst thing I can think of has already happened to me and I can’t change it. I can’t undo it. I can’t control this pain anymore. And I don’t think I want to, because it’s my truth.

The importance of this, not just the stakes of this storyline, but also the importance of this chapter of all of our lives culminating in this way…   It really feels like we’re doing something extraordinary.

recently I wore some of those trousers with the wide non form fitting legs   and added small heeled boots. 10/10 would recommend I felt very high fashion. looked masc but was making the femme click clack heel sound.

basic loungy outfits can be made 100% more queer by adding colour. srsly jeans with a nice tshirt is queer as fuck if the jeans are orange.

wearing the femmest outfit possible, long skirt, cute blouse, etc. becomes a power move when you do so without a single shred of makeup. bonus if your hair is short. bonus if it’s not a pixie. bonus if your shoes are stompy

find all your Statement Pieces. wear them together. voila.

we all know about suspenders. now put them where they don’t belong. attach them to skirts. attach them to your trousers but leave them hanging

literally just wear stuff you think looks rad because if you enjoy both masculine and feminine clothing styles it naturally follows the stuff you think looks rad together will end up being genderfuck

embrace alternative fashion/weird charity shop finds/vintage/stuff that breaks fashion rules even if its ‘technically’ femme/masc. part of fitting into gender roles is wearing mainstream and current femme/masc clothes because gender roles and their associated accepted dress are always shifting so anything that differs from that is automatically subversive.

billowy shirts. undo them as much as you’re comfortable with. somewhat obvious but the howl’s moving castle vibes are v strong. am I a femme arts student or a dashing masc pirate type? who knows. 

floral patterns feel a billion times more masc if the colours are bold. 

personally after I stopped wearing makeup I felt I lot more able to just be like huh. that’s my face. and feel kinda triumphant  in the ugly parts of it and just be unabashedly weird. and if that’s not genderfuck idk what is. same w not shaving my legs tbh. I enjoy just existing.

that said if you do like makeup, using just (just. no foundation or shit) eyeshadow or just lipstick? also a power move. 

If you go for the classic dapper style of androgynous presentation but want something closer to androgynous than just weird masc, try adding a soft girly jumper to your manly trousers and etc.

adding an emphasis to your natural waist to a masc outfit (with a belt or something) is a good way to feminise it and vice versa with emphasising a dropped waist in a femme outfit to bring attention away from your smaller natural one (again with a belt or maybe low waisted trousers)

long coats are very good I feel my most formless and inexplicable when my outer layer goes straight past my knees.

Some other androgynous styles I like:

• Not shaving underarms and wearing lacey tank tops

• Wearing makeup but contouring to appear more masculine

• Shaving the sides of your hair but growing the rest really long

• If afab, binding your chest when wearing a dress or other high-fem outfit

• Makeup for creative, not gender-related things. Put glitter and fake freckles and purple eyebrows and shit

• Super masc clothes with makeup, painted nails, and fem jewelry

It was nothing, really, barely there. A splinter of time when his fingers had brushed against hers before potions.

It hadn’t meant anything. He didn’t mean it.

But it haunted her still, skin alive and tingling days later.

Wherever he went, her gaze followed, desperate for him to just see her the way she couldn’t stop seeing him.

“Hermione! Hello, are you listening?”

Blinking hard a few long times, Hermione remembered exactly where she was: sitting between Ginny and Seamus and staring at the Slytherin table. Shaking her head, she turned to her friend with a bright smile. “Sorry, must have zoned out. What is it?”

Ginny rolled her eyes and turned back to Harry, leaving Hermione’s gaze free to wander over to the snake who’d stolen all her attention.

But this time, he was looking back at her, a smile lingering from something else entirely and in that moment, everything ceased. The noise of the hall faded and it was only them. His grin turned to a smirk, just for her.