hello my dear and beloved mutuals! so i knew this monthβs gallacraft theme was gonna hit me like a choo-choo train, but i didnβt anticipate just how big of a train that would be.
i donβt want to take away the spotlight but in true mickey fashion, making the whole thing about himself that day (as he shouldβve!!!), iβm gonna cut a little corner of this tumblr national holiday to tell you something. why? because the entirety of this amazing fandom is my safe space, for everything. fandom stuff, gay stuff, struggle busses (trains?), anything.
one reason why that coming out scene is so near and dear to my heart is because i never got to have that moment for myself, ever. i always knew who i was, but lifeβs a bitch and i never got to live it as i saw and dreamt it for myself ever since i could remember. here, today, i feel ready. i feel eons safer on a hellsite amongst faceless friends than anywhere with my truth.
tl;dr:
(thank you @vintagelacerosette for making these and allowing me to use one of them π³οΈββ§οΈ youβre the best!! π)
yup, the he/him kinda deal. the real deal! [finger guns]
(talks of bipolar under the cut)
now if you wanna leave you can. you know that iβm a boy and thatβs all that matters to me. but for the folks that like a long, quasi-happy ending story hereβs mine: i always knew i was a boy ever since i could remember. my mom knew even before i did. it wasnβt just the toys, the clothes, the haircuts. it was about this unmistakable identity that allowed me to carry myself through the world as the boy i was meant to be.
at 16 i was locked and loaded, ready to come out to my family. even to my fucking dad. but then at 17 someone told me that my identity was just a collateral effect of my bipolar. someone that shouldβve been qualified in helping a kid navigate his diagnosis, his mania, his new reality, told me that who i was and had been since the very beginning was just as fake as the spiders on the walls and the conviction that a bad guy was coming to get me. it was a symptom, not an answer. it was treatable. i was so lost, so scared, so mad but i believed it.
until recently. until a community of wonderful people unknowingly put me back on track, working the simple magic of being kind and accepting of who i said i was, no questions asked. i truly owe you guys so much.
iβm still paola! it is a stereotypically βgirlβ name but itβs mine. the first person i came out to as trans was my wonderful grandma. she just smiled at me and said but you will keep the name paola, right? it fits you! and when i asked her why? why does it fit me? she said because it means rebirth. it suits your heart.
and it did. it still does.
tl;dr2: iβm paola and iβm trans and iβm here to be fucking loud about it!!!!
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katsuki blames the alcohol for making him stupid.
really stupid.
not that he's had a lot, but his tolerance is low for a guy of his size, and he can feel the edges of his inhibitions dulling with every drink of whatever denki has shoved in his hand. it doesn't taste like absolute shit, which is rare enough to have him indulging, just a bit, for the agency halloween party.
another sip has his head feeling a little swimmy, and before he knows it, his eyes are trailing across the room until they find you. again.
whatever the hell you're supposed to be tonightβa witch, or something else in a pointy hatβis really fucking with him, and has since you walked in. the costume isn't revealing in a sense that it's inappropriate for a work event, but it's...hugging you in all the right places. in every single one of them.
without tights, it would be on the too-short side, butβand no, katsuki can't fucking explain thisβsomething about them is making everything worse. and your calf-high boots ain't helping, either.
it's justβyour fuckingβhips.
katsuki couldn't tell you what song is playing, but you're swaying back and forth to the tune and one of his canines digs into the plastic of his cup, so deeply that it makes a terrible creaking sound and dents beneath the pressureβand that's when a sharp elbow is delivered to the center of his chest.
mina is at his side when he looks, and her wide, freaky eyes scan his face before narrowing in her little shit-eating way.
"you're a pig."
katsuki chokes, and the little freak takes that as an admission of some kind.
"oh my god," she gasps, mouth falling in all her disgust and awe. "you can't even deny it!" and then she laughs, high and chirpy, and there's no way you can't hear her. "oh, you're down bad."
"cram it," he snaps, sinking his scowl into his cup. "i dunno what the hell you're talkin' about."
"you know i really thought better of you," mina sniffs effectively, turning her face up and away. "not the type to be blantly checking out somebody's ass."
katsuki bristles, and his aggrivation growns until the plastic in his hands starts to melt. "i wasn'tβ"
"i'm kidding!" mina snorts before flicking him in the nose, narrowly dodging the hand he swipes out at her. "quit being a baby and go shoot your shot already."
"piss. off."
but the hero is unaffected by him, simply scrunching up her face in response before turning on her heel to disappear further into the party.
she's wrong, katsuki thinks, because he's not a pig like sero or fucking dunce face or even kirishima, from time to time, who gets red in the face over a low cut shirt and a pair of tits.
fucking ridiculous, katsuki thinks, because he's way better than that.
it's justβthe alcohol. that's making his lids heavy and his thoughts dark and his face hot. has him peeking at you over the lip of his cup, has him picturing you in his head when he's forced to look away.
and, well, maybe, the short cut of your dress has a little something to do with it, tooβbut he's keeping that shit to himself.
taking it to the grave, even.
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Aaaand we've reached another FINAL CONTENDERS poll, folks!
Yet again, you had 25 (well, 26 actually, but I got scolded for re-including the dark velvet shirt because of the fluffy hair π) options to choose from, you picked your favourite ones and now let me ask you ONE last time:
Presenting: The Great KinnPorsche Fashion Showdown (nobody asked for)
A few weeks ago, I made a poll about the best dressed KinnPorsche character. Tankhun won that one, followed by Vegas and Tay. Legitimate results - but the tags had some really interesting arguments for a bunch of different contenders. So why don't we take a closer look? Why don't we go through all the characters and their outfits one by one, choose the best one for each of them and repeat the initial poll at the end?
Sooo...that's exactly what we're doing right now.
*For the characters with more than 10 outfits - like Vegas - I'm making multiple polls and put the best voted ones into a final one - hence the FINAL CONTENDERS poll you have right before you!
**I deciced to include a WILDCARD - an outift that didn't win any of the pre-selections but was most frequently mentioned in the tags and comments.
Tankhun - FINAL CONTENDERS (CAPE vs. CRUELLA DE VIL vs. FUNERAL FIT ) (closes March 22nd!!!!!!)
Vegas - Part 1 (CLOSED) | Part 2 (CLOSED) | Part 3 (CLOSED)
Kim - Part 1 | Part 2 coming March 23rd | FINAL CONTENDERS coming March 30th
You can find the links to all the polls (as I gradually post them) HERE (pinned on my profile).
LET'S GET VOTING! π
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Older Omega?
AAAHHHHH IT IS
She looks amazing ππ₯° :'DD
AAAHHHHHH OLD HUNTER
Awww the rebellion :'))
You better survive girl xd
She's not a kid anymore :'))
AUGH she just said that
Nahh but they still will
AAUUUAGHHHHHHH THEY SAID IT ππππβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈπ₯°π₯° SHE'S THEIR KID :'))))
You guys aged a lot better than Rex xD
Give us a redone appearance Rex LOL
AAAUAGAHHHHHHH YES YOU WILL BE THERE πβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈ
AAAAHHHHHH OMEGA :'DDDD
AUAAGHHHHHH THE GOGGLESSSSS ππππππβ€οΈπππβ€οΈβ€οΈ
Awww :'))
Okay that was a really good ending πππππβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈπ₯°
Gosh
I'm so glad everyone's okay πβ€οΈ
I love this show so much :'))
I'm really gonna miss it x'd
So sad it's over <33 but so glad it happened and ended happily :'))
Thank you, The Bad Batch <333
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feeling uncooperative with the prompts in the meme. between cheech and old pat which one would survive a joint venture into a thrift store? and which of them would you convert into a minor league baseball player if you had a magic wand
God yeah I reblogged that list and then read the questions and was like...this list is wack lol. Anyway THANK YOU these questions are much more important and gets really into the Hearts and Minds of these men.
Who survives a joint venture to the thrift store: Old Pat. It's Old Pat. Man has looked 40 years old since he hit puberty and has just kept growing older. Old man is in his element with the real senior citizens. However it is very important to me to mention that they're going to a bespoke thrift store for like farm and cowboy shit. Cheech could handle normal thrifting. Cheech would be great at normal thrifting. But take him to a store where it's JUST vintage farming equipment and cowboy leather shit and that city boy is going to panic. Old Pat is having a blast looking at pieces of metal that clearly spark joy in his construction worker heart but make NO sense to Cheech, son of academics, WHL overager. Cheech agreed to come to the store to push the cart but now he is manfully deep breathing while Old Pat examines a metal thing with rings. Is it for horses? Is it for wearing? Is it a BDSM thing? Do you put it on a tractor? Cheech is scared. (It is literally just a beval bit.) These stores don't exist in the Bay Area but maybe they do in idk Manitoba or Michigan or whatever. Or Gilroy, where all our dreams come true.
Minor league baseball player: the thing is, we're on Sieloff Watch (KING. ANNOUNCE YOUR RETIREMENT OR SIGN SOMEWHERE BEFORE I THROW UP) and Cheech is having his hot girl summer. So I'm inclined to say Cheech, just bc I think he has a shot in hell of making it OUT of minor league baseball. Also he is handsome like a baseball player. He has the looks for it. Not that you have to be handsome to be a baseball player but it helps. Can you imagine that man in the humid outfield of some nameless town in the San Joaquin Valley, fighting for his life in the game, the top three buttons of his jersey are undone, his curls are wilting, the uhhhh idk Fresno Nightcrawlers, AA for some cursed af West Coast team, are down 9-7 in the 8th, when the skies open up and it starts pouring...the stands, already two-thirds empty on a Tuesday night clear, while the teams run for cover under the downpour. Nick stands in the outfield and tilts his head toward the sky, feeling, for a moment, relief and peace.
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