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peaceandlove26 · 11 months

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ok this is probably silly and pls let me know if you plain just dont want to answer but ive identified as transmasc for a LONG time as you did and now im wondering if im a lesbian. do you have any advice for unpacking all that?

hi there!

so this is difficult because everyone’s experiences are different so there’s no clear answer on how to figure it all out. so this is just My Experience i am NOT an authority. and also if any terfs try to use this as an example of why trans men are fake or whatever i will KILL YOU

i don’t really know how to put this in any linear or coherent way so sorry in advance

first: i don’t know if this is really a good resource bc i found it on reddit. but. something i found really helpful was the lesbian masterdoc. this goes over comphet, which is something i never had a good understanding of until reading the ways it actually manifests. it was a hard read because of just how Real it got for me. the gender section is also really helpful for this particular issue (theres stuff in there for both transmascs and transfems iirc)

as i came to terms with my attraction to women i became more and more comfortable identifying as one. idk why! i guess i felt so out of place in my body (i was a teenager) and in society (i was a weird lesbian) that i misplaced those feelings as dysphoria. or something? idk i slowly became more and more okay with being a girl as i became more and more okay with being a lesbian. (by the way you can ABSOLUTELY be a lesbian and not be a girl. nonbinary lesbianism is awesome)

and speaking of being okay with being a lesbian. that’s HARD! at least for me! my whole life i’ve desperately wanted to Not be a lesbian because subconsciously i thought it made me weird and gross and perverted, because that’s how lesbianism was treated by my peers growing up. bisexuality was fine, weirdly, but “lesbian” was too dirty to even say when i was a kid. a big part of my “journey” was accepting that lesbianism is normal and good actually and i shouldn’t hate myself for liking girls and not guys. this is something i still struggle with but it’s getting better!

but yeah again the lesbian masterdoc was helpful and also i found the subject of this video, while personal, to be very similar to my experiences. maybe you’ll resonate too!

good luck in figuring yourself out and remember there’s no rush! you have your whole life to figure it out!

#and ALSO you can totally be transmasc and lesbian if you so desire #sorry if this post is formatted weird augh #but yeah. i think about lesbianism to an annoying degree. i could talk about my own experiences with it for hours #i’m VERY self absorbed in that way #umm if you want elaboration or anything just ask. yeah ✌️#but im NOT THE AUTHORITY obviously you know that

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salmonid-ink · 3 years

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I haven’t finished a headcanon post for this month (sorry), and I’m bored so I’m going to rank stages by their tides for no other reason than “I want to.”

Normal Tide:

Marooner’s Bay (Maybe it’s because I’ve played it the most, but it’s a generally very good stage. It’s got a lot going for it, and it’s interesting! I mostly only see the half closest to the basket, however!)

Lost Outpost (Probably my personal favorite stage to play in general. I think it has a lot going on for it with the varied levels and the house in the middle. )

Spawning Grounds (Very middle of the road, not bad, but it’s very widespread. Not really bad, but it’s not outstanding, either.)

Salmonid Smokeyard (It’s fine, I just don’t love this stage, I guess!)

Ruins of Ark Polaris (I love this stage but it’s TOO FREAKING TALL, PLEASE LET SOME OF THE MOBILE BOSSES GO TO THE TOP, AUGH. )

Low Tide:

Salmonid Smokeyard (The only time this stage will get a good score from me, lol. It’s formatted in a really nice way, it’s just a matter of leading bosses closer to the basket.)

Marooner’s Bay (Generally a good low tide, but the thin paths can and will kill you if you aren’t careful! Again, maybe I’ve been playing it too much lately, but I enjoy it.)

Ruins of Ark Polaris (I dunno, I kinda like the low tide here. It can be a pain getting across the water, but the rails make it easier. I just really like the Ruins, ok?)

Spawning Grounds (The only major issue with this one is the very far peninsulas, but otherwise it’s pretty good! But the one canon that gets blocked by the egg basket sucks so to #4 you go.)

Lost Outpost (It’s not the worst thing in the world, but man it can be difficult to get across those really itty bitty crosswalks! It’s easy to die on this one, or get trapped.)

High Tide:

Ruins of Ark Polaris (Definitely a weird pick, but this is my list!! Who cares!!! The tight quarters make it interesting, and make it so all eggs are very close to the basket. Easy to go wrong, though!)

Lost Outpost (The close quarters let you get eggs into the basket quickly! The walls are pretty useful here, but they can also very easily trap you. It really feels claustrophobic in the building during this tide, but I like that vibe for Salmon Run.)

Marooner’s Bay (All the Eggs seem to get stuck in one spot in the middle, lol... It’d be higher but Steel Eels can really choke you out during high tide.)

Spawning Grounds (Having to fetch eggs from the grated area is a nightmare and a half, don’t do it unless you HAVE to. Otherwise the space you have is too constricted and can go pear shaped very fast.)

Salmonid Smokeyard (Do I need to explain why.)

OVERALL:

Lost Outpost (I love this stage and the lore that we can glean from it. The fishing houses and the graffiti make me happy to see!)

Ruins of Ark Polaris (I... I just love the aesthetic of this stage, even if playing it can be a big pain.)

Marooner’s Bay (I’ve really taken a shining to this one lately! But it’s just a cool stage in general!)

Spawning Grounds (I... Kinda forget this one exists a lot, whoops.)

Salmonid Smokeyard (Eeeehhhh, that high tide really kills it for me, man.)

#mod stinky #something for fun #long post

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maryjeanstar · 6 years

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Sulfur and ash hugged the stone walls, shaken and stirred by King Bowser's toweled figure stomping towards the pool-sized hot lava tub. At the tub's edge, a tower of three goombas stood holding a steel thermometer with tongs. The end was dipped in the large square tub of molten red rock.

Bowser snorted a deep whiff and exhaled pleasantly. "How hot?" he asked, not bothering to check the thermometer.

The bottom goomba cleared her throat. "Eight hundred ten degrees, your majesty," she read.

Bowser glanced at the tub's bubbling contents. "F?" he asked.

"F your majesty?" The bottom goomba asked.

"Yeah is that in F or C?"

"…it's Kelvin, your majesty."

"WHAT?"

The top goomba gave a start. "It's perfect your majesty it's the temperature you always request."

Bowser scowled, then hmphed. "Okay then." He pulled his towel off and flumped it onto the goomba tower. "And today it's Your Awesomeness, got it?"

"Yes your awesomeness!" the top goomba chirped. The bottom goomba began to dissociate. The middle goomba pulled out the thermometer with his mouth.

Bowser dipped a clawed toe in the lava. Then he sunk his entirety into the tub, displacing the lava right to the brim. "OOoh yeah now that's what I'm talking about!" he exhaled a cone of flame to the vented dome ceiling. He reached up with his claw, and the middle goomba handed him his phone. Bowser thumbed its heat-proof screen for half an hour, slowly sinking deeper and deeper into the bubbling smoking lava bath. Eventually his fiery brows relaxed, and he began to snooze. His phone floated off, showing Princess Peach's latest instagram post. She was wearing a floral pinafore and was covered in flour. The phone was slowly lifted and rolled over again and again by the bubbling liquid, eventually becoming partially submerged and vanishing beneath the molten surface.

"It’s Kelvin your majesty?" The top goomba whispered. "Really bitch?"

"Hey don't give me shit for not licking his ass Karloomba."

"Oh is that what I'm doing? It's called job security Janoomba. I've been Tower Top for six months you think you'll last a week with that kind of back-talk?"

"Is that all this is to you?" Janoomba scoffed. "You know this big idiot is running our entire nation right?"

"Uh, yeah? Hello? He's the King, and our asses are his."

"He's a monarch, not a god. We need to give him the best chance to make the right decisions."

"By what, by teaching him degrees Kelvin?"

"By supplying him with optimal information. Kelvin is far superior to Fahrenheit, which by the way I don't think he even knows how to pronounce."

"You think I don't know that? He's got us to know that kind of stuff for him."

"There can't be any harm giving him a chance to learn—"

"There's plenty of harm in what you're doing Janoomba. This guy is a time bomb of insecurity; you make one suggestion that you are in any way better than him and he will literally bite your inflated head clean off your feet."

"It's our job to make his job a success."

"No, it's our job to make him think his job is a success, or he'll roast all three of us for insubordination."

"So what you want me to tell him he's awesome and hope he magically becomes it by my saying so?"

"Look newbie, what you're suggesting is political sabotage. As long as the fat head believes he's awesome he won't try any idiot stunts to prove it, like kidnapping foreign celebrities or turning the flippin' castle into a mecharobot and endangering people's lives."

"You're suggesting we perpetuate his ignorance by lying to him. Why do you think he's such a bad dictator in the first place it's because nobody's ever challenged his views!"

"You need a reality check bitch and I am so ready for you to get yours in full but as long as you're tower bottom you do as I do. If you stand up to him with me at top it's MY teeth he knocks out and I did NOT climb the ladder this far just to get crushed for some newbie goomba's airy idealisms and half a brain!"

"Karloomba," the middle goomba said.

"What now?"

"The king's phone is ringing."

Karloomba gasped. A faint tune could be heard playing over the boiling lava. "Where is it?" he asked.

"Lava."

"Can you tell who it is?"

"Peach."

"Shit we gotta get that or he'll know he missed her call. Janoomba, take us to the bath net."

Janoomba furrowed her brow and dissociated.

"Janoomba now!"

Janoomba huffed, sinking into the steel-plated floor and glowering.

"AUgh, Sean hop off her lets go get it."

"Not breaking rank," the middle goomba said.

"Sean for christ sake Bowser's gonna wake up and know we left his phone ringing he'll be more mad about that than some stupid tower formation!"

"Net takes three to man."

It was a heavy net, being made of lava-proof steel and all. The phone's chime ceased. Karloomba groaned. "We need to get it now, his awesomeness could wake up any second. Janoomba!"

Janoomba's lip curled. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Janoomba if we don't get that phone—"

"It's your ass, right? Why should I care?"

"Oh for the love of— Janoomba you are the worst tower bottom ever!"

"Thank you."

Karloomba heard the ringtone begin again and winced. "ooaaaaaaAAAHH!" He hung his head and sighed. "Janoomba you're not wrong."

Janoomba glanced up.

"Yes, King Bowser sucks at being king and yes, if he knew better maybe we wouldn't have such a turd ruler running the country. Your heart's in the right place and all, you just aren't aware of how sensitive things have been around him."

"You're still a brown-noser."

"We don't have noses Janoomba. But yes, I am. I suck his ass to cover everyone else's, including my own."

Janoomba hummed a note of content.

"And I'm sorry I called you a bitch."

"Okay then." Janoomba shuffled the tower over to the steel net. "As long as you know I'm right."

Sean gripped the net with his jaw, using the tower's weight to counterbalance the net's leverage. Together they scooped the vibrating phone from the bubbling red liquid stone. Sean flipped it onto Karloomba's head, who balanced it with the towel to keep the phone from singing his goomba skin. Janoomba brought them directly to Bowser and the phone landed neatly in his limp palm.

King Bowser awoke, immediately recognized the tune he'd appointed to Princess Peach's number, and sat up so abruptly he splashed lava onto the tub's edge. He held the phone upside down to his head and clawed the answer button. "H-Hi hello hey there doll!" he stammered.

"Hi handsome!" Peach sung. "Did I wake you?"

"No, ha! Not at all how can I uh what's up?"

Peach giggled. "Well, as you know, I've been cooking something special up."

"Have you? Did I know that? Wait what?"

"You liked all my instagrams."

"Oh." Bowser's face was growing redder than the lava in his tub. His cheeks puffed out, then popped. A tiny trickle of fire sizzled out his nostrils. "I uh, I got an underling to do that for me, they go around liking all the instagrams of important people. Y'know, politics and stuff heh. Anyway wha'cha calling for?"

"Well, if you're not busy I was wondering if I could ask you for something really quick. I ran out of something crucial."

"Crucial huh?" Bowser did not know exactly what that word meant, but it felt great saying it, especially after Peach had just said it, especially especially the way she was saying it directly to him. "What do you need, cooking oil? Gas? Maybe a little personal touch from the King of Fire Breath himself?"

"Actually—"

"That's me," Bowser added quickly.

"No I'm good with heat, Bowser. I actually just need some olive oil."

"Oh?"

"Yep. I thought about getting some from Toadmart, but see, this meal I'm cooking up is for an especially special guest party and I wanna make sure every ingredient is top-of-the-line."

"Weeeeellll," Bowser said, his ego swelling. "What kind?"

"Just… olive oil?" Peach frowned, biting her lip. "Preferably from olives?"

"Babe you're talking to the Oil Specialist. Here at Bowser Oil we got virgin, extra virgin, non-virgin in four strains of olive. You tell me the dish I'll match the oil to crushing perfection."

"Oh you really don't have to do all that," Peach said teasingly.

Bowser shot a fireball across the tub, which exploded satisfyingly on the far wall. He grinned and began spinning his fingers around in the goopy lava. "You ask the best, the best is the least you should expect honey cakes. Wha'cha bakin?"

"Not baking, actually. It's spaghetti."

Bowser froze. "Spaghetti."

"And meatballs. Ground beef straight from Moo Moo Meadows."

"Moo Moo's got quality product," Bowser said, nodding in distracted approval. The hair on his neck was starting to prickle. "So… Spaghetti. Huh. Your ah, your guest…"

"Guests."

"Guests, right. They Italian?"

Peach snorted. "Does it matter?"

"Yes. Yes it uh, it yes I would say it matters."

"I think they actually are, but they're second, maybe third generation? Why does this matter?"

"Every factor matters when you're looking to make the perfect dish Babe." Bowser took a breath and sat up straighter, nearly leaning forward. "So where are they from?"

"They're locals here. Mushroom Kingdom?"

"Okay but were they born there?"

"No, I think they're from a place called Brooklyn."

Bowser's claws began to rake the edges of his phone, which was still upside down. "How many are you serving?"

"Well, the dinner's is for myself and them, so two guests, three total."

"Two guests huh?"

"Yep."

"From Brooklyn."

"I think so."

"Spaghetti."

"Spaghetti and meatballs."

Bowser sat, now furrowed and tight. The lava around him was starting to glow orange and evaporate. "Do they have mustaches?"

"Bowser does that really matter?"

"YES IT MATTERS I AM THE OIL SPECIALIST!" Bowser screamed at the phone from arms length, coating it in flame.

From there he heard Peach's voice say "Well okay then. Yes they have mustaches. Full and black, both of them, which is weird considering that their hair is actually brown. Do you think they dye their heads or their 'staches? Is it normal for italian brooklyn orphans to dye their facial hair or—?"

"Extra-virgin olives bottled on Yoshi Isle, that's gotta be your best bet. I'll swing by to drop you a bottle."

Peach beamed so vividly her voice echoed it straight through the phone. "Oh thank you sweetie! I can't thank you enough they'll be here in just a couple hours and I've been a nervous wreck over the whole ordeal."

Bowser chuckled. "Okay Peach pie. By the way that pinafore is killer, you mind keeping that on for me?"

"Sure, if you don't mind flour." Peach giggled. "I made my own pasta in it."

"Okay well lemme just get myself ready. Bubye." He pushed where the hang-up button should've been if his phone was right side up. Then he stood up. "GOOMBA TOWER!" He roared. "Towel. Now. I'm naked."

"You're always n—" Janoomba began, than quickly said "Yes your awesomeness."

Bowser smirked. "Awesomeness. Heh. I like it. Nice touch, goomba tower." He received the towel from Sean and wrapped himself in it. Then he got out of the tub and gave Karloomba a pat. He tromped towards the bathing room's landing pad just outside, and snapped his claws. A pair of koopa paratroopers flew his clown copter to the landing, and he was off with a roar to the Mushroom Kingdom.

"Who's brown-nosing now?" Karloomba asked.

"I like to consider it Tactical Negotiation," Janoomba said. "He won't take criticism, but if he's boosted with compliments he might be prone to some good advice."

"Hmm," Karloomba said. "Than why didn't you give him any?"

"What good advice might I have for gifting olive oil to another kingdom? Sounds like a solid political gesture to me."

Karloomba sighed. "You don't really think that's what that was all about do you?"

"What? I heard the whole thing, his phone's on speaker."

"Yeah. Did you see him grab a bottle of olive oil?"

"No."

Karloomba said nothing.

"Oh. Oh he's not delivering her anything is he?"

"He's not going to the Mushroom Kingdom for delivery, no. He's going there for pick-up."

#fanfiction #peach toadstool #bowser #goomba #to be continued?

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bisexualtimothylawrence · 7 years

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Ok blue, just because you asked so nicely, we'll send the character meme ask you're looking for: Harry!!! (While you're at it, how about HR, too?) (Also, to clarify, we're not complaining. It made me grin after reading that meme and thinking "Harry, of course, obvs, definitely, one and only, are there other characters on that show? Ok Cisco yes" - and then to scroll down to see the post abt your bro-in-law) ;) So change that verb to "who" and tell us a meme thing!

So first of all I'd like to thank Tumblr's mobile app for royally *sucking* at telling me I have asks~ Second, I wish to thank Tumblr's mobile app for being a royal pain in the ass when iT COMES TO FORMATTING REPLIES.

Anywho! Not sure what verb I should be changing but on to the answers.

For Harry!

•My NOTP for them: Sn/o/wells. (I just. Don't like them as a pairing at all. Sorry!)

•My BROTP for them: Cisco! Snarkiest of bros. :,)

•My OTP for them: Come now, Nonnykin. I'm clearly Barrison trash. :U

•My second choice pairing for them: Tough one, to be honest. I am a fan of Harrisco, though I don't write it. But I'm gonna go the completely self-indulgent route and say Earth-2 Tess Morgan. Just because it's the other pairing I write a lot of with him.

•My fluffy pairing for them: Hum hum... probably Barrison? I like writing it to be a bit silly at times. *However* comma...

•My angsty pairing for them: Also Barrison, though really any of my three main ships for him have so much angst and anguish potential. I live on angst and complex feelings you know.

•My favorite poly ship for them: Do I HAVE to pick just one? Look. I love Bharrisco. I love Iris/Barry/Harry. I idly ponder the possibilities of one giant Team Flash polycule. I have even written a threesome involving his Earth-1 doppelgänger. Polyships. *^*

•My weirdest pairing for them: ::gestures at the doppelcest. GESTURES WILDLY AT THE DOPPELCEST.:: (You best believe I ship Harry/HR as far as canon possibilities go. And you best believe I will one day figure out how to write a Wells-cubed ship.) Honourable mention goes to Harry/Cat Grant tho. We may have been deprived of glorious canon interaction but can you imagine the snark and sassery and neither of them putting up with each other's shit? Uh huh. You know you want it now.

And for HR, since you asked so nicely~ (Fair warning: whilst he is my precious cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure... I am not nearly as obsessed as I am with Harry. So. This will be difficult.)

•My NOTP for them: ...I... don't think I have one, to be honest? He's too cute and fluffy and adorable; I want him to receive ALL THE LOVE. The closest is probably Barry, though? Not that I would recoil on sight or not read such a fic, but I have a hard time picturing it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

•My BROTP for them: Jesse, probably. Just. Picture him being the best/weirdest 'uncle' a girl could have. The shenanigans they could get up to, to Harry's massive consternation. Imagine it. Imaaaagiiiine.

•My OTP for them: Augh I don't know! So many excellent choices. ::scrubs face:: Ok if we assume Wally is 18 or older - which, college student and not explicitly stated to be young for one, so I'm assuming yes - I am totally down for this. Otherwise see below.

•My second choice pairing for them: Cisco. (Come on, the whole, "If you ever disappear like that again..." thing. Hello. Be still my shippy heart.)

•My fluffy pairing for them:Don't... specifically have one, tbh? Sorry. Like none of the potential pairings scream FLUFF, you feel me? (Except perhaps HR&Jesse being bros on an eternal quest to give Harry high blood pressure.)

•My angsty pairing for them: HR/Randolf Morgan. Oh, that is RIFE with angst potential, my friend.

•My favorite poly ship for them: ...Yes. Next question!

•My weirdest pairing for them: Ahahaha... probably Harry. Doppelcest is pretty weird I suppose. But I have a thing for pairings involving adorable rays of sunshine and grumpy jerks, so. You know. (I really wanted to see Harry actually develop some respect for HR...) And if that doesn't count as weird, then here: HR/Coffee otp 4 lyfe. (Ok ok slight joke but come on that man does love his coffee...)

#blue replies #anonymous #ask meme #shipping

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