ANYWAYS in honour of trans visibility day! trans yamaguchi getting his first binder and showing off to a totally-not-blushing kei and a super proud akiteru. trans yama being defended by tsukki on the playground + at vb stadium toilets, but slowly learning to stand up for himself and make his own voice heard. trans yama who is insecure about his body + voice but turns the body he once hated into a beautiful volleyball machine he can be proud of, + his voice into one of reason & calm for His team. just,,, trans yama thriving and loving and being loved for who HE is, being a role model for younger years and for his younger self. being able to achieve his dreams and still being true to himself, all the while with his friends, his /family/, behind him <3

Hey guys, any followers I got, anyone who may see this I'M MAKING A FANFICTION/AU THINGY on my AO3 Account "FantasyMoonStarFiction" (yes crazy name ik XD)

And,,,,, I'm so sorry in advance,,,, BUT IT'S BASED ON THE ONCELER

DW DW DONT PANIC

I'm not from 2012 I just randomly got obsessed with the Onceler (honestly forgot how even tho it's only been like a week or 2) to the point where I was like "I want him to be happy, and his friends and The Lorax, what if it didn't end absolutely horribly,,,? BUT STILL HAD GREAT VILLAIN SONGS?"

And to my own question I answered, "what if he didn't chop down the last tree, what if, by using that tree he could salvage the ecosystem?"

Then another question arose "How would he get the money to do so after all the money from his Thneeds sales run out?"

And again I answered my own question "he has guitars,,,, he is literally SO TALENTED??? HE CAN BECOME A MUSICIAN!!"

And then was born the "Musical Remedy" AU! (Title may be subject to improving, it's a work in progress I think maybe but for now it's great!)

In this AU (That will be brought to your viewing pleasure, via fanfiction) The Onceler stops the last tree from being cut just in time, and starts setting things right, and rehabilitating the forest(? Think that's what you'd call it)

Eventually though he has to get more money (since he's using up the money he got from selling Thneeds) once his stash is nearly all used up (after using it to help bring back the forest) and decides that, he has a guitar, he's VERY talented so, he should become a musician!

He ends up writing/producing/etc both "How Bad can I be?" And! "Biggering" as warnings to others about how Pride and Greed can make you do nasty things, in the hopes of making sure what happened to him and the forest he found, doesn't happen again!

There's LOTS more buuut I'll keep it at that for now and save the rest for the fanfiction hehe

So if you're interested VERY very soon (1-3 days or a week AT THE VERY MAX {but I highly doubt it'll take that long}) I will be uploading at least one chapter to my AO3 Account (so again if you're interested and you want to read it go find "FantasyMoonStarFiction" on AO3!)

Don't worry though I'm currently making sure I have at least a few chapters ready in advance in case I miss some days, can't update etc, so I can still put something out!

And now with all that out of the way here's some art my lovely friend Empri made for my fanfic! (And an edit I made of it with their permission!) And my art and all the design choices that went into my AU's design (Have fun with your little sneak peak!)

Reading posts and replies is so hard bc I can’t just read them sequentially, I start with the reply and read half the sentence then go back to op and read the middle of it then— Like do you get it

i hate you "influencers", i hate you tiktok, i hate you "content creators", i hate you "unalive" and "s€x" and "dr/ügs", i hate you instagram, i hate you consumerism, i hate you family friendly, i hate you puritans, i hate you facebook, i hate you family vloggers, i hate you violating other people's privacy, i hate you modern day social media

I ❤️ self-loathing characters, characters who struggle with monstrosity (either fearing or embracing it), characters who are so lonely, who have a gaping hole in their chest, who bottle up & repress their feelings, who claw their way up & have ambitions, who fall down & lose everything, who search for identity & purpose yet can’t see themselves outside of what others want from or expect of them, who are hurt & hurt others, who long & grieve, who lie & pretend. characters who are messy & flawed & human

what happens when you change your web standards to be only english-speaker inclusive

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I love the little AU that skinny people live in where they have the same problems as fat people and can relate to the Experience. artists references are only for fat bodies, artists that do draw thin bodies are getting DMs from people going like "omg I'm so happy I discovered your art, it's so rare to find an artist who draws small bodies!!!!! for the first time I see people who look like me 😭😭" skinny people going "omggg I finally found a clothing brand that sells nice dresses in XS, I wish they weren't so so overpriced though" skinny people getting home from the doctor's office and collapsing on the couch to tell their roommate that their doc spent the whole appointment quizzing them about their diet and they were told they need to gain 40 pounds. but the doctor didn't want to check out the weird scraping sound they make when they breathe in, just that they should probably gain weight first. skinny celebrities and influencers spending thousands of dollars getting plastic surgery to transfer fat to their stomachs and jawlines. all the main characters in tv shows are fat. when you watch cartoons as a kid, there's one skinny character, and they're really dumb and annoying and get laughed at by the other characters. they're a loser and never get a boyfriend/girlfriend. the same clothes that are stylish when worn by fat people just get you made fun of. desirable romantic leads and manic pixie dream girls twirl their hair and say "yeeah I've just been fat my whole life, I just never lose weight no matter what I eat hehe" and this is an extremely endearing and attractive trait.

Osamu was not a perfect brother; not by any stretch of the imagination.

His and Atsumu's relationship had never been like in the movies. It was always roaringly loud or stiflingly quiet, none of this "I love you bro" bullshit. It's not like they didn't love each other - they did, deeply, but they sure had odd fucking ways of showing it.

It would take more than his two scarred hands to count the number of times his and Atsumu's fights had ended in a fretful hospital visit, their mother despairing as they sat in the waiting room for hours on end, bruised and pissed off. Their screaming matches had driven away a good few neighbours (not that either of them really minded that). Pranking each other, stealing from each other, crossing the boundary over and over.

Or saying nothing. Sitting for hours in silence. Refusing to talk directly, avoiding each other's eye line, positioning themselves as far away from one another as possible.

Still, Osamu knew he'd rather have the highs and lows of coexisting with your mirror image in a very small space. He'd rather have that than silence that stretched over miles, over prefecture borders. He'd rather have yelling and punching than civil phone calls once a week. A sofa just slightly too small for two would always be achingly empty for just one.

It's not like Osamu wanted to lock them both in. He would kill Atsumu himself if he decided to squander his talent and stay home forever. And professional volleyball was a big fucking deal. Bigger than either of them could've ever really imagined for themselves. Even so, it stung to think of the last videogame round, the last midnight chat, the last fight, the last hissy fit and falling out. Osamu would take a lifetime of those if it meant things would stay as they are.

But time has never worked like that.

"Stop cryin', scrub." Atsumu scolded. "'S not like I'm goin' off to die in war."

"Fuck you," Osamu snapped, wiping his eyes, which were not watering.

Atsumu sighed, stopping in the doorway. "I'm serious. I'll be back. You don't seriously believe I'm leavin' before the score is evened?"

Osamu let out a watery laugh. "Good luck winnin' enough fights to even get close to me."

They hugged, tightly, both of them sniffling to themselves as if they could possibly pretend they weren't crying right now.

"'M serious, 'Samu," Atsumu said. "We're brothers, ok? We'll find our way back to each other, I promise."

Osamu nodded, throat tight, words refusing to form into coherent sentences in his mind. Atsumu grabbed his backpack and forced a grin.

"Besides, if yer some famous chef, I expect my free fuckin' food. So you'd have to kill me ta keep me away from that."

"I'll spit in it all, specially fer you," Osamu promised, grinning back.

It was a promise, a quiet declaration of love, shrouded in jokes and insults, paraded as normalcy in the face of the biggest fucking upheaval either of them had faced so far. But if they could make it through this, well...

They were brothers. No distance or time apart would change that. Nothing could.

I often do think it is important to call myself a woman. In past I've had kids ask me "are you a man or a girl" and in hindsight I think these kids were quite perceptive of the world. Especially when you're in your 20s it's men and girls, I've seen students write pieces describing themselves as men, but their female peers of the same age they call girls, but I have also heard bisexual women say they like both men and girls. In past I've fallen into that myself and said that yeah I'm a lesbian I like girls, but do I? No I am in my twenties and I am actually only attracted to my fellow adults - women. It does feel more serious, less trivial, both to be and be attracted to women as opposed to girls, and that can be a bit uncomfortable to be faced with. It is also important to me as a butch. I am no longer a tomboy I am a butch I am no longer a girl I am a woman. I am a woman and women can be like me. I don't feel like I've succeeded enough at adulting to call myself a woman, but that doesn't matter. I am 25, and if the word bears other connotations so be it, that's not my problem.

When people say "I don't want my child to be exposed to LGBTQ+ media because it will turn them gay" they actually mean "I don't want my child to be exposed to LGBTQ+ media because it might help them realize that they're gay".

Things kept quiet

Its viscerally upsetting that our preferences are apparently respected but we’re all automatically opted in for tumblr’s AI 3rd party “partners” to supposedly scrape our posts and content? L O L

BLOG SETTINGS -> VISIBILITY -> ENABLE “PREVENT 3RD PARTY SHARING”

If you’re on mobile *you must first update the tumblr app*

THIS MUST BE DONE FOR EVERY INDIVIDUAL PUBLIC BLOG YOU HAVE

endlessly funny to me when people call havoc 'boytoy'

This has been a reminder

"i just want non-queers to just see me as a normal person just like them" cool good for you. meanwhile ive been a weird little freak since i was a kid and the world is gonna have to learn to accept me like i am or ill start burning shit

you can be down for simple assimilation for yourself but many of us just want to be respected as is because theres nothing wrong with being different. especially those of us who are also neurodivergent on top of queer or many other things people often ostracize in society.

if you want other queers to water themselves down or just completely close off parts of their identity and self expression so that you wont be associated with those ~freaks~ and can be more easily accepted by The Normies, then you are not caring about your fellow queers at all.

we arent doing any harm, and we should be pushing for people to accept others no matter how HARMLESSLY strange and unusual they may come across. challenging the norm is the only way to get more people accepted across all communities.