Remus And Logan: *playing Hell Chess*

Remus, proud of knowing something: Logan. I have a fact.

Logan, not looking up from his book: Proceed.

Remus: Male reindeers lose their antlers in the winter, while female reindeers don't. All of Santa's reindeers have antlers, meaning they're all female, but the media says they're men because they don't want a team of strong females depicted.

Logan: Or they aren't cis. Ever think about that?

Remus: Wait wha—

Logan: Maybe they're transgender. Don't be a bigot, Remus.

Remus: I'M NOT—

Remus: Wait—

Remus: Am I being a bigot???

Logan: I don't know, are you? You're assuming their gender aligns with their sex.

Remus: *now having a crisis*

Janus, walking past, unable to help it: So you could say they're... Transgendeer.

Logan, hopping up, beating Janus with a pillow: I'm trying to escape Patton's constant puns, goddamnit!

Cats are SUPPOSED to stay inside, because it's safer for them and the wildlife so don't listen to anyone that tries saying anything. Also why was the doggo just looking inside if he can go in?

Also also, do you mind turning anon on?

We put her outside to run around because she was being rambunctious, she's back inside now

Also I didn't know it wasn't! Thanks for telling me— I think I fixed it, would you mind telling me if I have?

haha yessss thank you

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When I was like eight years old I overheard my mother and aunt talking about how apparently if you don't learn to wiggle your ears as a kid, you'll never be able to, and that they wished they could wiggle their ears

And little 8-year-old me went "oh man, I better learn to wiggle my ears now so I don't regret it later!"

Anyway I can now and I have never once gone "boy, good thing I can wiggle my ears"

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I just got reminded of this post and while the sentiment is still completely true, I don't identify as a trans boy anymore skdhksdh

I have since decided that basically I don't like gender (for myself, it's great for people who like it/want one) and don't want to participate in it

Me, years ago: If I want to be a Proper Trans Boy and be Respected By People then I must always be masculine and not wear dresses, or skirts, or makeup, or paint my nails—

The Internet:

So may I introduce to you,

The life-changing concepts of,

Toxic Masculinity

and

Femboys

Me, crying in joy, painting my nails, curling my eyelashes, wearing a dress because it is Too Damn Hot for shorts, self-esteem skyrocketing: Yeah go ahead

Y'all ever read a really good fic and lie on your bed making that squeal/whine noise in the back of your throat hugging a pillow while tears in the corners of your eyes dry because oh god it was so good and

ehnneeennhheennneee

Concept: An au where L'manburg is not blown up, but Wilbur is locked in prison when it becomes Manburg, and has no idea that his friends won it back because everyone thinks he's dead (Schlatt locked him up in secret & promptly died). He's not, he's just wasting away in a cell. When they finally find him, this is the song he's singing, to himself:

I heard there was a special place

Where men could go and emancipate

The brutality

And tyranny

Of their rulers

Well, this place isn't real

You need to fret

I don't even know who’s still in-it

They kicked me out and stole it, my L’manburg

My L’manburg

It's not my L’manburg

It's their L’manburg

They stole my L’manburg

Roman, sagely: Treat bugs as you wish to be treated.

Patton: Killed without hesitation.

Roman: NO— Do you need to talk?

Patton, voice breaking: Yeah that'd be nice

I see your "character with rose-colored glasses so all red flags just look like flags," and I raise you:

Character with rose-colored glasses so all flags look like red flags