MI AM A MINOR (17)they/themi'm neurodivergentplease be nice i'm just a little guy
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best addition to this post goes toooooo
The Beatles
Will Wood
Barenaked Ladies
Paul Simon
Tally Hall
Ben Folds
Realized I had the vinyl for Meet the Beatles (my dad bought it for me second hand way before I was into their music) so I put it on and started reading the vinyl cover. The cover had a woman’s name written at the top, as well as the names of each Beatle scribbled in above a photo of them on the back. I got hit with the sudden realization that this vinyl was probably owned by someone else my age when it first came out, and she probably fangirled over them while listening to this vinyl with friends. What difference is there between me and her? We are connected through time and space by the single experience of listening to a Beatles vinyl and I think that’s beautiful.
My father and I get suuuuuuuper competitive about WHAMmageddon, but this year I lost two days in when I walked into my science class and my teacher had it playing (he has never heard of WHAMmageddon). My family went to a Christmas light show tonight, the kind where you tune your radio to a certain station and they have music playing alongside the lights, and before we turned it on he gave us a lengthy speech about how he loved us enough to risk losing WHAMmageddon. The radio gets turned on and the first song to play? Last Christmas by WHAM.
Maui getting hit by lightning and losing his tattoos is the equivalent of Knives getting her highlights punched out of her hair
Finished coloring the man!
Got bored, drew John Lennon, I’m struggling big time trying to color him
Got bored, drew John Lennon, I’m struggling big time trying to color him
guys how do you draw lips on a guy without hyperfemininzing him?????
I am transmasc.
This is something that I did not truly realize and accept until recently.
Hello, you can call me M, my pronouns are they/he.
I was an eccentric child growing up, in my earliest years I played with the boys and their trucks, enjoyed superheros and comic books, and stomped in the mud. I can remember two separate occasions where I asked my mom “are you sure I was born to be a girl? I feel like I’m probably a guy”, and both occasions she told me she knew I was a girl, even if I liked things that traditionally boys did.
I moved during elementary school. Suddenly there were only two boys in my class, and nine other girls besides me. It was a Catholic private school and there were uniforms. The girls wore skirts and blouses or blouses and slacks, but my mom preferred the way the skirt looked on me so I didn’t get much of a choice. My hair was a cute bob that just barely didn’t touch my shoulders, and I always wore a flowery headband. I didn’t play with the boys because they didn’t like including girls in their tag games since girls ran slower. Besides, if I ran around too much my tights would start to run.
I started middle school in that same private school, except now the girls wore polos with a sweater or sweater vest and the option between a kilt or slacks. We were forced to wear our kilts on the days we went to church in order to look presentable for the lord. My hair was long and wavy, but I always tied it into an ugly low pony because I didn’t have much time in the morning. There was only one guy in our class this year, him and I were friends.
I ended middle school in a different school entirely. I wasn’t used to the freedom in clothing choice that public school brought. I would try to wear whatever looked “cool”, over-feminizing myself in order to seem like a normal girl. My hair was still long and still up. I stayed friends with a single kid from private school, even though we were in separate schools now. I had exactly two close guy friends when I ended middle school.
Freshman year, and I’m still struggling to grasp basic fashion, though sometimes I managed to put together a cohesive outfit. No matter the outfit’s success, however, it always felt like it wasn’t made for my body. My hair, once halfway down my back, was once again chopped to a cute bob. I tried eyeliner for the first time. I started to realize that I might not completely be a girl, but the title ‘Demigirl’ feels right.
It’s only in sophomore year that I allow myself to consider the possibility that I’m not truly a girl in any sense. I only have one guy friend now, but I don’t know if they count since we’re dating and they’re starting to question their gender. My outfits started to finally look and feel good. I allow my masculinity to flow freely through the clothes I wear, though still wearing eyeliner in order to keep myself pretty. I chop my hair the shortest it’s ever been. I am nonbinary.
Junior year brings quite a few changes in only a few months. I meet a senior who I befriend, and him and I are scarily similar. He tells me about his journey with gender and guides me through my feelings about mine. My outfits are very rarely feminine anymore, and I only wear eyeliner on fancy occasions. I feel gender dysphoria for the first time. I feel gender euphoria for the first time. My hair is still short as I grow it out from a crappy mullet I had gotten the summer prior. I am out to all my teachers. Am I a trans man, or simply a masc-leaning enby? November 2024 comes to a close and I am only three months into my junior year, and I cannot wait to watch my gender evolve and grow. Getting ready in the bathroom each morning I think back to preschool me asking my mom if I should have been made a boy. Man my hindsight is 20/20.
the girls are fightingggggg [readjusts my glasses, squinting] by god… it appears i was mistaken. they're…my goodness…by god
we all know the “my mom sold me to One Direction” genre of fanfiction, but I somehow have yet to find a “my mom sold me to the Beatles” fanfic
The Beatles
Will Wood
Barenaked Ladies
Paul Simon
Tally Hall
Ben Folds
straight up loving it , and by 'it "? lets jusrt say MY FRIENDS !!
I will forever thank my elementary school music teacher for showing us “Maxwell’s Silver Hammer” and “Bridge Over Troubled Water”, were it not for my early introduction to this music I wouldn’t be the insufferable nerd I am today
I got the opportunity to paint with dirt today, I’ve never thought of is as a medium before! Here’s my attempt at painting my favorite mad cheese scientist!!!
hey! awesome Dr two brains profile pic and did anything ever happen with that FiddAuthor Falsettos AU you commented about in, like, september? I fear you may have been cookin with that
I totally didn’t forget about this au
It’s mostly something that resided in my brain, although I did attempt to make a lil animatic with the song Tight-Knit Family that I quickly lost steam on cause I forgot how much I hate animating. I am still in school, so my free time is limited unfortunately for such projects :(
If we’re being honest, I can’t remember where I got the idea for this au, or if I posted about it or happened to comment on someone else’s post and you saw
The overall AU puts Fidds in place of Marvin, Emma-May in place of Trina, and Tate in place of Jason. Ford acts as Whizzer, though in this au instead of being sex obsessed he’s work obsessed and keeps trying to lure Fidds back into working on the portal with the promises of sex (though like Marvin and Whizzer their relationship evolves to be healthier by act two. I can’t figure out who from GF would become the lesbians from next door…
I’ve also got a Paul McCartney and John Lennon au for them
my biggest hear me out will always be steve coogan dressed as a woman
Thank you for the icons!!!! These are my partner and I’s matching tt accounts now!
Matching icons for you and the bf!
character bingo for lancelot natm
Gotta be honest, Lancelot isn’t my fav…..
(keep requesting characters!)
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Fandoms to choose from are…
TAZ Balance
Night At The Museum
WordGirl
Gravity Falls
Lupin III
Any Ghibli Movie
Pokemon
Tintin
Steven Universe
Psych
I dunno, anything else I’ve posted about in the past
I’m begging yall someone pleeeeeease make a Stanley Pines animatic with the song The Ascent of Stan by Ben Folds