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to an extent i think discussing how anti-trans legisliation will affect non-trans people is good because it highlights that we're not actually that different and our problems will always have overlap. unfortunately like 90% of the time i see this come up it has the tone of "this is an outrage, this law that violently restricts trans rights might make things harder for NORMAL people too!!" and i want to start killing.
so if you not on testosterone you are not a trans right? then what makes you a “man”? your brain? maybe you should go to the psychologist? (not hate)
Hi nonnnyyy :3 usually I delete these asks but considering its pride month, I wanna make something clear to all my Trans folk on my page!
I support trans folk regardless of their efforts towards a physical transition.
There are many reasons someone may be unable to achieve gender affirming care, whether that be from lack of finances or medical issues or personal beliefs. Regardless they are still trans and just as valid as someone who's been on hormones for years.
More than that, I support trans folk regardless of the amount of dysphoria they experience! Gender is far too complex to boil down into dysphoria and a desire to transition. The only thing that makes someone a man is if they say they are one. That's literally it. Yes I'm serious.
If you want to look more into gender and why transmed thinking is harmful, my friend @profbuppy in gender studies recommended these to read: [light reading] [medium reading] [heavy reading]
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the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
Mint I miss your knight every waking moment of my days I love him so much I need to give him babies -rosie
I think about the wedding ceremony a LOT because I think it took place in a camp while the troops were moving south to squash some post war uprising. its cold and wet and you're bundled in three different cloaks, but its the knight that looks worse for wear.
he has a new cut across his cheek bone, infected and swollen so badly the eyelids are stuck closed.
"Are you alright?"
"I have survived worse."
"Well, good." You smooth your skirts. "I would hate to be married to a dead man."
"My heart will keep beating. We should start the ceremony. This isn't the place for a woman."
It's a shorten version of what's traditionally done; the priest you brought with you says a few words and ties your hands together with a silk ribbon. When its done, you press on to your toes and give your husband a soft kiss. he's so very warm against the cold night.
"I didn't expect that of you," he whispers.
"Is it not normal to end with a kiss?"
"I never imagined you would choose to-" A clattering, metal sound echoes through the campgrounds and he's suddenly away from you, expression fear. "I must go. Take her away."
Watching psych and Carlton buys a condo in Santa Barbara and its only 1650 a month for a two bedroom... insanity you cant get that in any city now, let alone in California
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honestly, having flexibility in your headcanons is such an important skill to develop as a fandom participant. like, it's great to have strong opinions of your own, but don't you want to hear what strong opinions others hold? I love being compelled by a passionate argument! go off! tell me something I don't assume! give me the tea that's not inherent to my watching!
After switching numbers Simon has to try so hard to not just stare at his phone. Holy shit, he got your number. When you text your address, he gets…excited? I mean he already had your address, but you're giving it to him willingly! Holy shit he was going to be in your house in just a few hours!
He leaves his laptop open to the feed of you in your house while he starts digging through his closet.
"Okay, what the fuck am I going to wear?"
Simon stands staring at his all-dark wardrobe. It shouldn't be a difficult decision, most of his clothes looked the same. All of his shirts were black; either plain or with simple designs. And all his jeans were the same cut, same dark washed color. Okay, so when he finds something he likes he buys multiple, sue him.
"Gods I'm an idiot" He shakes his head, grabbing a plain black shirt and dark jeans.
He lays the clothes on his bed and hops in the shower.
-_-_-_-
Simon lets out a shaky breath and knocks on your door. You got this man. You got this.
You open the door and he feels his heart stop. You're wearing the sweater he gave you. You weren't wearing that when he was watching earlier; meaning you changed. Good gods, you changed for him.
"Hey, come on in." you turn and walk into your apartment.
He loses the fight to the urge to look at your ass. Fuck. Simon steps into your apartment. Play it cool man. He closes the door behind him, taking his shoes off in your home out of habit. He holds up the book he brought. "We didn't agree on a book to talk about, so I hope you don't mind me bringing this one."
You turn looking at him and chuckle "You didn't have to bring any books with you. I mean, you're welcome to, it's just…" You tilt your head side to side as if looking for the words. "…this is like a super informal thing. Don't get me wrong, you can bring books if you want, just…don't feel like you have to."
That little ramble was so cute. "Good to know."
"Can I offer you anything to eat or drink?"
"I'll take whatever, I'm not picky."
"Would you like a tea?"
"I don't want to trouble you."
You wave him off "It is no trouble, I was already going to make myself some."
"If that is the case, I would love a tea."
You start the kettle while Simon looks over your bookshelf. It's all for show, he could name every book on your shelf with his eyes closed. He would bet he could even do it in order.
"Have you read any of those?"
"A few" It's a lie, he has read every book on your shelf, consuming anything he can that you enjoy, craving to be closer to you.
"Which ones?"
He points at the one he knows is your favorite. He has seen you read it many times, both at work and at home.
"What's your opinion on that one?"
"It was good, the main guy was a little crazy, but it was still one of the best books I've read." That is the truth, he can see why you've read it so much.
You perk up "How did you feel about the closet scene."
"Now that was wild" Not as wild as stalking someone probably. Oh shut up!
You sigh dreamily "Wildly romantic"
Simon isn't surprised, of course you would find that romantic, you think being stalked is romantic. "Bet you thought the package scene was romantic too."
You have to roll your lips to suppress a smile. You did, because it was. You quickly walk into the kitchen to hide the blush you think is starting to grow on your cheeks. The kettle comes to your rescue and goes off.
His smile grows "I'm not judging."
"Good, better not be judged in my own home." You pour the tea, "Any milk, or honey?"
"However you make yours is fine with me."
You shake your head as you finish making the teas. When the flavor of the tea hits his tastebuds he lets out a small hum. It is the best tea he has ever had. You pull out the small plate of snacks you prepared.
The two of you sit on the couch, drinking tea, snacking and talking about books. Randomly a though pops into your head. What will your stalker think of him being here? You eyes widen for just a fraction of a second. No, no. I don't think he would be upset over this. You try reasoning with yourself Oh yeah, because the completely normal person stalking you would be totally normal reaction to a random man being in your house. The voice argues back. They didn't do anything about your best friend being here did they? You validly point out. You decide to ignore that voice ,it was being paranoid. There is no way your stalker would hurt him.
Simon is having the time of his life, having your full attention on him. He hasn't even realized hours have passed until his stomach lets out a little rumble.
Your cute giggle comes out, "Hungry are ya?' That delicious look of shock hits your face when you check the time, "Good gods, it's no wonder. Its been hours!" You stand "I'll make us something."
"Oh, you don't have to do that."
"I know."
You guys continue to talk as you make a small, easy meal. Simon wonders why you didn't offer one of the meals he prepped for you.
While eating you ask, "Okay, so of the four, which is your favorite?"
Simon thinks for a moment, they are all relatable, what with all the stalking. He thinks about his favorite qualities in all of them and decides. "The first, what about you?"
"The third."
His brows bunch "He's the worst one!"
"No he is not!"
"He literally tricked her into marriage just to get her family's help."
"Yeah, that was fucked up, but when he found out how shitty her family was he fought her brother and forced him to apologize to her. AND when she pointed out his flaws he corrected them. and don't even get me started on the tattoos."
"Okay, I'll admit, the tattoo part was cool."
"It wasn't just cool it was hot and romantic."
That gets a laugh out of him. Of course you think something like that is romantic. Simon stands and grabs both of your dishes, bringing them to the sink and starting to wash them.
"You don't have to do that"
Yes I do, if I don't do it now I'll have to break in and do it later and it's already late enough. "Ah, it's okay, I don't mind"
"Thanks, I appreciate that. I HATE doing the dishes they are the worst chore."
Yeah I know, that's why I'm always breakin' in and doing them for you He tilts his head "I dunno, I think folding laundry is the worst. I live out of a hamper."
"Oh my gosh! Folding laundry is a close second. Because you can live out of a hamper if you don't fold your laundry. What am I supposed to do if my dishes aren't cleaned?" You shake you head "Don't feel bad, I live out of a hamper too"
He has to stop himself from saying his next thought out loud Yeah for like a day or two then I break in and fold it for you.
You let out a sigh "Ya know, if you leave out sweets the fae will do your chores for you"
He quirks an eyebrow at you "You think so?"
Shrugging, you reply "I have no idea, I just wanted you to try it first."
"Ahh, so you wanted me to get ants first?"
You laugh and shrug again
"Wooow, I am being such a nice guest doing your dishes and you try to give me ants?" He shakes his head at you "Such a rude host"
It's your turn to shake your head, "Such a judgmental guest."
He opens a drawer and pulls out a towel, starting to dry the dishes. "I have never judged you."
"You just called me a rude host."
"That's not a judgment, it's an astute observation." He starts putting the dishes away as he dries them.
You're almost too wrapped up in being play offended to notice…Wait, how does he know where my dishes go? How did he know where the towels were?
A/N: Firstly, as always thank you for reading my fics and putting up with my terrible spelling/grammar. Secondly, apologies to @straight-n-arrow for the very long wait. I hope it was worth the wait. <3
I feel so insane about ai. I've had face-to-face conversations with people who use it for therapy, who use it to calculate the safety of pill interactions, who use it for all their emails and grant applications and legal documents and academic papers and finance sheets and for every single question they have about the world, and if you tell them about the ecological costs they just laugh and say "I guess I've used a lot of water." and I've been in multiple gatherings of 10+ people where I'm THE ONLY PERSON who doesn't use chatgpt. it's turning me into a ranting raving pariah, because how don't you people see??? why don't you understand??????? this bullshit didn't exist five years ago, you absolutely do not need it, and it is destroying everything
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btw I think your father met your knight right after he's appointed to his position in the military. its a gathering of some sorts, one where the knight is forced to be there and he's miserable-
until he catches a glimpse of you across the way. you're laughing with friends and he thinks it's the prettiest sound in the whole world. Your dress is like the waves of the Sapphire Sea: a brilliant blue he did not know fabric could be, capped white hems, and glittering gems scattering throughout the design.
"Do you know who that is?" a man says to the knight, gesturing with his glass of wine.
"No. It's wrong of me to stare," the knight says without thinking. "But think she may be the most beautiful girl in the world."
The man laughs.
They talk for a while, about life, about how the knight's family is from Theesa and the man sails there often, how the knight is now a commander, how the men under him are being taught how to behave. The mention their time in the Golden City and how the knight pays for his mother to live there, near her friends and the sea.
"Are you married?" the man asks suddenly and the knight is taken aback.
"Life in the knighthood hasn't left me with many options for marriage."
"Do you wish to have a wife?"
The knight is even more surprised. It takes him a moment to answer, voice suddenly soft. "I would. A family as well."
"You are in luck. My daughter needs to be wed."
"I could never deserve her hand-"
"Nonsense. I do not care about title; I care if you will treat my beloved daughter the way she deserves," the man says. "If I could take care of her forever, I would, but I fear I will die one day. She will need a husband. If she likes you, her hand will be yours."
Before the knight can reply, the man calls for his daughter.
And the most beautiful girl in the world turns around.
your father discusses everything with you later that night. the commander wasnt your only suitor: the lord of lowsea had been very attentive, a duke and a count (you do not care to learn the difference) both asked you about your father's plans for a successor, and a collection of the most boring men alive. you had a comment for every single one of them.
"a priss of a man," you whine to your father. "I have more gumption than he does. And Lord Thyron? He only cares about the money I come with. His courtesans were not pleased to have his attention turned to me."
"We're those not his cousins?"
"Father, they were both."
That brings the energy in the carriage down. The two of you sit in silence, listening to the creaks of the wheels.
"What did you think about my choice?" your father says. The knight: you hadn't forgotten about him in your complaining, you just hadn't figured out what to complain about yet. He was a nice man, quiet and respectful, but he was torn away by some other officials before you could form a full opinion. He had managed one comment about the event that made you laugh. That was... fine.
Out of all of the options your father had presented, he was the most attractive to you. Maybe not in the face --his scars were deep and he tried to hide a broken tooth-- but physically he was the type of man you imagined when you read romance novels. Calloused hands and wide shoulders, biceps the flexed against his sleeves. He was the type of man that you hoped would fuck your absolute brains out-
But you simply cannot tell your father that.
"He was fine."
Besides, you will not be ruled by lust.
Your father claps his hands together. "I'll write him immediately."
"I said fine! It is not a rave review!"
"From you, it is."
"He's probably going to die." You cross your arms and huff. "The last commander died-- and they beheaded the one before him! Though I think I would prefer a headless husband over Mr. Varney-"
Your father doesn't mention marriage for another couple of months. You can't decide how you feel about it all; you do wish to get married one day (and frankly you're worried about the sexual energy building up in your core), but you refuse to be owned by some man.
Your father presents you a letter addressed to him one evening with a wide smile on his face.
"I hope this is fine with you."
The war has been won. I am still alive. Please allow me to marry your daughter if her hand is still free to hold. I have thought about her every day. I offer my heart and everything I own.
The handwriting it is signed with it different that the calligraphy on top: the man could even be bothered to write it all on his own.
"What a presumption to think I am still unwed!" you scoff.
"My dear, you are unwed."
"But he shouldn't have assumed!" you wave to page around. "I have asked around and he is a lowborn man who the men are afraid of. He is probably a ruffian who will throw me over his shoulder-"
Though you may like that.
"No interest in the man and yet you gossip about him." You hate the grin he has on his face. "I have already responded that your hand is his to hold."
I will vote for any candidate who promises to go scorched fucking earth on every tech company. Break every single one of them up into companies based around a single product and then split those in thirds. Weaponize existing antitrust laws to the hilt and pass the most draconian versions of them ever seen on this planet. Nationalize google search specifically. Pass consumer privacy protections strict enough to kill the data harvesting industry for good. Make all of these fuckers go bankrupt for this rent-seeking shit
