#wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Okaaaaaayyyyyyyyy so i'm becoming semi-confident that i'm demixenogender, which i don't know how to explain but basically i'm nonbinary which is like 100% of my gender, but demixenogender is like an additional percent that's also there? so yeah i'm 110% gender guys /silly Uhhhhh so i'm going to put my horde here and the neopronouns i want to test out. I want to make it clear that nonbinary, trans and they/she/he are my preferred labels and pronouns over these (: I'd say how i experience being demixenogender is that i don't feel like the exact thing the xenogender is, but...my gender does...????? idk it's about the vibes and the internal stuff/the feeling of gender for me. also this is a long post but that's just cause i love to talk hehehe. Gendercove: defined as a gender that feels like a cove, filled with water and sea life. It feels partially hidden away and peaceful, with the sound of gentle sea waves flowing through the air. Ghostgender: describing a close connection to the paranormal and mainly ghosts. One may have a hyperfixation on ghosts, feel as if it is the only way they can describe their gender, or simply feel like incorporating ghosts into their gender identity. Opossugender: in which someone feels an extremely strong connection to opossums, either strongly identifying with them or simply wanting to incorporate them into their gender to better understand their identity. Crowgender: when one loves and connects with crows. The gender may be playful, dark, mysterious, related to label hoarding, or simply related to crows in some way. Seamonstergender: When your gender is connected or related to sea monsters, this gender is derived from pixar's luca, however it can be related to sea monsters from anywhere. Pirategender: what it sounds like! a gender related to pirates. Mermaidgender: (whaaaat? the kid who loved the little mermaid movie and read the book when they were six and related to it? picking mermaidgender? who could've seen this coming!) a xenogender where one feels strongly connected to merfolk of fairytales and mythology and want to incorporate them into their gender. Either/Both Wulfgender and Wolfgender: Wulfgender is a faunagender that is grey wolf-like or related to grey wolves in some way. Wolfgender is a faunagender that resembles a wolf. It is described as calm and timid but majestic. Magicfoxgender: connected to magic, foxes, magic aesthetics, fox aesthetics, and sparkles (...i read Foxcraft as a child-). Foxboygender: This is for a person who is foxgender that identifies with masculinity. Cryptidgender: for people that feel like the aesthetic of cryptids! There are several versions of Cryptidgender but i couldn't find what i was looking for, so @xiaxiaoo kindly made the flags for both this and the next one for me!!!!! thank youuuuu! Aye-Aye gender: for people that feel connected to aye aye lemurs! :D Neopronouns i wanna test out: Cove/Coves. Kraken/Krakens. Feign/Feigns. Ghost/Ghosts/Ghostself. Haunt/Haunts/Hauntself. Crow/Crows. Mer/Mers/Merself. Aye/Ayer/Ayeself. Flagssssss!!! (sorted in order of when i listed the genders)

Day 7: voyeurism

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hollanov, E, 1k (also features ilya/ambiguous female character)

The door to the basement is right by the kitchen, so rather than fighting his way through the sea of bodies in the living room to get to his room, he just slips down the stairs to the gross dark basement. The bare bulb at the bottom of the stairs is on, which isn’t unusual, but when he rounds the huge, precarious shelf that holds all manner of shit for them to keep the house standing, the sound and the sight hit him at the same time.

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This is Irina after a few dozen timeloops.

Well, I tried.  I planned a whole trip to Germany and Italy, and when I say planned, I mean each hour was planned out.  I knew which trains to get on when, how long it would take to walk from each place to another, and what I was going to order on every menu.  

And then I started throwing up.

I traveled to Munich (one car ride, two buses, two airplanes, two subways/trains, one tram) and the combination of morning sickness* and my regular motion sickness was lethal.  After staying less than 24 hours in Munich (and somehow keeping down one bowl of beef broth and one ham and cheese sandwich) I decided I was ready to go home, and traveled back to the US (one subway/train, two airplanes, one bus), and then back to my house (two airtrains, three subways/trains, one bus, one car ride).  

If there is anything worse than being in an airport looking younger than the age of majority, it’s trying to get through repeated customs interrogations: “You were in Germany for...just a day?  One day?” “I’M PREGNANT AND EVERY TIME I GET OFF PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION I VOMIT” Meanwhile my husband is trying to make the even more difficult argument “My pregnant wife over there can’t stop throwing up” when I look neither of wifeable age nor pregnant and I don’t even have my wedding rings on because I’m terrified I’m going to drop them into a toilet somehow.

Why do airports always do me so dirty like this?**

felix ++ rock