#bahamxt

it is the only thing i have problems with, calling people by their preferred pronoun after someone has introduced them as the other. Idk why but it’s stuck in my brain and i always feel bad cause i always have to correct myself

It is a huge transition. Some people don’t have a problem with it and it clicks right away. It clicked for me right away when one of my friends came out as trans several years ago. And others, it takes weeks, months, and sadly sometimes even years for it to click. I struggle big time using ‘they’ pronouns if I already knew you as a ‘he’ or a ‘she’ and feel horrible. A technique I use is repeating my NB friend’s name and saying ‘they’ over and over again so my brain associates x person with ‘they’ pronouns via repetition. 

Because I know I make those mistakes too, I don’t get angry at people misgendering me on accident. My cousins call me he 95 percent of the time, while my aunt still slips up with ‘she’ but only when I’m physically there, so her face association is what messes her up with me esp since she’s known me 27 years as ‘she’. I know she loves me and supports me and isn’t doing it on purpose so I’m patient with it.

Overall, I’m deff extremely privilaged as a transgender guy to have my job respect my transitioning and not treat me any differently, as well as my mom’s side of the family respecting me too. I don’t have to hide anymore and my confidence has shot way up since starting treatment, but even more so with their support. My job knew me as a different name and different gender for about half a year, and my family all my life, so I’m very happy with the progress that’s been made.

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Aw, c’mon, Bahamut. She’s cute, and smart. It’d be a shame to kill her.

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 “If anyone tries to touch my family...be them annoying or not. I will find you...”

There is a reason he is considered to be wise.

send a 💓 to feel my muse’s heartbeat

Nidhogg’s breath caught as he felt his brother’s presence, even paused as he felt Bahamut join him to stare up at the skies above Churning Mists. The moogles had long left him be to their dancing, or to dream in the mallows. He could not rest, not with the anticipation. The fair song on the breeze from the East. 

“Hello brother.” He finally said, opening an eye to glance at the elder, not out of malice. “What brings thee to seek me out? Unless it is simply company that thou seeks.” Even so, the great wyrm let out a low rumble, comforting and welcoming. He did miss his brother’s company, even if it was never spoken. His head tipped back, looking at the sky. The stars were, as ever, unanswering and silent.