Hey y'all, I'm Eeveenaut! I use they/them pronouns, I'm a baker, artist, cosplayer, and actor!
I post mostly Welcome Home content, be that art, headcanons or my ongoing fanfic about Eddie's mom Rosie Dear. I have an 18+ account called @eeveenaut12
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I hate when bigotry is normalized in fandoms because it appears woke.
For example, in the Arcane fandom, the number of people who headcanoned Viktor as trans TRIPLED after he became this inhuman being without male genitalia, so far as to refer to him with she/her pronouns and call him a woman.
This is transphobic. Your genitals do not determine your gender or pronouns.
Another instance is with yaoi and yuri couples, where the one deemed more feminine or masculine respectively is headcanoned as trans while the other partner isn't (or not nearly as much).
This is borderline transphobic, as it relies on stereotypes and bioessentialism.
People do this with race too. When an inhuman character acts more sassy, loud, tough or aggressive, they're significantly more likely to be headcanoned as black as opposed to their softer, less aggressive counterparts.
This is racist. I don't even have to tell you why.
It bothers me so much when obvious signs of bigotry are accepted because on the surface it looks diverse and loving.
TO BE PERFECTLY CLEAR, I DO NOT WANT US TO STOP HEADCANONING TRANS OR BLACK CHARACTERS. I want us to stop relying on incorrect stereotypes and biases to guide them. These are just trends I've noticed in online fandom spaces that bother me so freaking much and I feel like I'm going crazy because I don't see anyone else talking about it.
The Amazing Digital Circus Last Act Review and Notes
Spoiler free above the line, spoilers below the line. Cannot guarantee spoiler free in the comments. You have been warned.
YOOOOOOO THAT WAS GOOD!!! Definitely some parts I didn't like, but overall a good experience.
Definitely recommend seeing.
Edit: I added a few things
- Jax is still an asshole. If you come out of watching that and excuse his behavior towards everyone, you are one too. Trauma does not excuse traumatizing others. He never apologized to anyone.
- I feel called out after seeing human Kinger. I wore a nearly identical outfit to his while watching.
- VERY HEAVILY SUGGESTED GANGLE X ZOOBLE SEX LETS GOOOOOO
- Bruh I was trying so hard not to cry in that theater multiple times
- PAPA KINGER 😭 my heart 💜💜
- Was not a fan of Caine becoming their friend at the end, especially with the rise of AI "companions". It's really only a little irritating, and I can kind of excuse it because they're not really humans either.
- Also a little wink wink nudge nudge to possible Pomni x Ragatha????
- The fandom is going to go apeshit over Gangle not crying over Jax. Based on their treatment of Ragatha, they're going to eviscerate her for having a very justifiable mixed reaction over her abuser's abstraction.
- It took me an embarrassingly long time to realize that they weren't real humans. Like, I was at home taking a shower when it hit me.
- Jax caused Ribbit and Kaufmo to abstract. I can not be convinced otherwise.
- Can't wait for Ribbit to be misgendered even further
- Kaufmo's voice was very unexpected but also very welcome.
- PAPA KINGER AGAIN! I love when the cutesy fun goofy guys are dads like Pete in Ghosts or Eddie in my future fanfic. It just gives me such glee ☺️
- It might honestly be better watched alone at home on the TV when it comes out. The amount of young kids and people with no concept of theater etiquette that came to see it was even higher than some actual kids movies I've gone to. In the dark too, because the atmosphere is more immersive.
Thank you @gooseworx for an amazing show. You've given us a real gift by showing us your talent, as well as the talent of all the crew. You deserved so much better from the fandom.
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
would be remiss not to mention that the rainbow notably straight up just removed the trans flag colors from it. like they’re gone. it’s the progress flag minus the trans flag colors.
Happy Pride Month everyone! Remember 4 months ago when the CEO of this platform harassed and chased a trans woman off this website just for posting her transition timeline, then chased her to other social media platforms to continue harassing her, and threatened to call the FBI if she continued disputing the multiple dubious terminations of her blogs that did not violate tumblr's terms of service in any way? And despite tumblr staff insisting that the CEO was acting against their interests, the broad transmisogyny evident in the site's culture and moderation policy has still not been adequately addressed?
Remember that staff is continuing to nuke the blogs of trans women even after all of this. Remember this post when they call this site the queerest place on the internet again this month
The cool breeze swept through the neighborhood as the sun beamed from above. It was another beautiful day, and everyone had made plans to enjoy it, including Frank who was in a hurry to finish neatening up his small stack of letters for Mr. Dear to deliver.
He thoughtfully organized them by recipient, and picked the appropriate stamps for each, just as he had been told the mailman liked to have done.
Opening his front door, he can see the mailman just leaving his Post Office.
Odd, he's usually done with Howdy and Barnaby by now. Something's not right.
He makes his way towards Eddie, cutting him off, but he freezes upon seeing his lover up close. Eddie's skin is very flushed and his eyes somehow even droopier than normal. His shirt buttons are mismatched with their respective holes, and his tie hangs looser around his neck.
"M-Mr. Frankly!" Eddie's voice is quiet and congested, each word seeming to take significant effort. Frank is bewildered.
"Mr. Dear... are you okay? You look terrible!" Eddie looks at himself.
"Oh.. that. I-I was.. um...I'm fine..."
"You are quite clearly not. You were acting weird yesterday too, what's going on?"
"It's nothin...I.." he shakily pulls at his collar as he begins to pant, "it's..a lil hot out... ain't it?"
"No, not really."
"..huh... I... oh..." his vision starts to blur, everything fading and his body gets heavier and heavier.
"Mr. Dear?" Eddie reaches out, stumbling slightly as his head spins and pounds.
"F..F-rank...." his legs give out, dropping him to his knees. He slumps over, gasping for breath between coughs.
"Eddie!" Frank kneels down and lifts the man's face in his hands, fretfully feeling his forehead before trying to fan it with one of his letters.
"I..don't feel... right.." he whispers.
"Of course you don't, you're burning up! You're going back to bed, Mr. Dear, right away!" Frank scolds.
"n...n-o.."
"What do you mean no?"
"I gotta...deliver....rain..s-s-now.." Frank leans in to look Eddie in the eyes, gently rubbing the man's face with his thumbs.
"This is not about the weather, this is about you," he whispers tenderly. "I could never forgive myself if something happened to you, Eddie. Please."
Eddie gazes at Frank sincerely before gently nodding his head. Frank lifts Eddie's arm over his shoulders and loops his own arm around the man's back.
"Try to stand on three, okay?" Eddie weakly grips onto Frank. "One, two, three." They barely make it to a standing position, nearly toppling over. "Alright, baby steps. Don't try to rush it."
Little by little, Eddie reluctantly returns to the Post Office front step. Frank notices how messy the place is as soon as he opens the door. The desk is uncharacteristically covered with envelopes and various writing utensils, the bed folded down and unmade, and the nightstand knocked over.
It looks like a tornado went through here.
"I.. s-tubbed my toe..." Eddie explains. Frank sits Eddie down on the edge of the bed before taking the man's hat and bag. Eddie has no energy to resist or move, letting Frank manipulate him like a doll with ease. "I..I'm.. sorry.."
"Don't be, it's not your fault you got sick," Frank says calmly while unbuttoning the man's shirt and removing his watch.
"You're right, but this still isn't your fault, Eddie," Frank cautiously removes his pants and socks. "You're under a lot of pressure to not rest by the other neighbors, the studio and yourself." He fluffs up the pillows and props them up.
"I.. I..." Eddie is at a loss for words. The weight of guilt overpowers his remaining strength and he slumps further down, to Frank's dismay.
"Whose fault it is doesn't matter, what does matter is what you do next, which is bedrest and a lot of fluid," Frank helps Eddie sit against the pillows and pulls the mussed comforter up. "Resting like this should help with the congestion."
Frank sits on the edge of the bed and brushes back Eddie's hair with his fingers while Eddie softly pants for air, resting his head on the pillows.
Oh Eddie. What am I going to do with you?
Frank heads to the front desk and picks the phone off the receiver.
Now ya done it. Frank's takin care of ya again.
Eddie rests his eyes, feeling his head drop suddenly. He reopens his eyes to see Frank sitting at his bedside again, now in the postman's uniform.
"Hey, handsome," Frank remarks, "did you sleep well?"
"S-sleep?" Eddie drowsily asks, struggling to remain focused. Frank delicately places his hand on the man's cheek.
"I spoke with Ron's secretary, and you're off until you get better."
"wh...why are ya.. wearin my..u-uniform..?"
"Well, I'm going to be the one delivering the mail today!" Eddie's eyes go wide.
"Y-You?"
"Yes, why are you surprised?"
"I.. it's... it's just that... uh...i-it can be... a bit.. um..." Frank kisses his forehead.
"I'm sure I'll be fine, dearest. You've got nothing to worry about but resting up."
Frank swings open the door to Howdy's Place, and sees the place's namesake furiously organizing and cleaning, barely glancing at him.
"Goodness, Ed what took ya so dang long!? I got a ton of stuff for ya!" He slides several large boxes across the counter with two of his arms, catching a second glimpse of Frank. "Hey, Ed, have ya lost weight? Ya look like a stick bug!"
"Excuse you!" an offended Frank snaps. Howdy stops.
"Frank? What're ya doin in Ed's clothes? Do a little bug catching behind the bushes again?" Howdy quietly snickers. Frank's blushing head spins.
"No! I'll have you know Mr. Dear is sick today and I'm taking his place until he gets better!"
"Fine sure, you go right on ahead. There's your packages," he loosely gestures towards the boxes. Frank tries to pick up one of them, struggling.
"Surely you can't expect me to carry all of these?"
"Why not? Ed does it all the time."
"Well I'm just gonna have to take multiple trips, then."
"Suit yourself. It'll take ya all day if ya do it like that."
Frank rolls his eyes and hoists up one of the boxes that says "Poppy". He kicks the door open with his foot and walks out, nearly falling off the front step.
The sun beats down on Frank as he drops the final box at Julie's, wiping his forehead before opening her mailbox.
"Just a letter for Barnaby, not too bad."
He places it inside the mailbag and sighs.
The heat is pretty annoying, but otherwise today hasn't been terrible.
He begins to walk away when he hears a rumbling from behind him.
He slowly turns, his jaw dropping.
Oh shit.
Barnaby comes barreling towards him. Frank freezes in place, now understanding what Eddie really meant.
"Hey, Frankfurter!! I hear ya got a letter for me!! Be a pal and gimme gimme!!"
Frank bolts the other direction, panting.
"I'm.. not.. supposed to!!!"
"Aww come on, don't make me beg!"
The dog's massive paws gain on Frank, who's running as fast as his spindly legs can. He races past Sally and Poppy's homes.
His legs begin to ache and slow down as he passes the Post Office and nears Howdy's.
No, no, no!!
"Stop.... chasing... mee!!!"
"Where's your sense of fun, Franky?"
With one large bound, Barnaby lands on Frank's back, slamming him into the dirt. Frank yelps under the pressure, squished into a oval pancake.
Barnaby pulls the mailbag away from Frank, rooting around its contents before pulling out his letter.
"See that wasn't so hard, except for the ground." Frank growls at Barnaby before shoving him off.
"Bad dog! Do you always do this to Mr. Dear!?"
"It's the rule of dogs, Frankfurter! I don't always catch him, though, but it's our special ritual!"
"I don't think he'd say the same," Frank mutters.
Eddie loosely grips the ice pack to his head, softly wheezing. The quiet breeze rustles the curtains, the sun beaming through the open window.
It's so nice out....
He shivers and weakly pulls his blanket further up. His muscles ache as he feels his illness creep into his bones. Aching, he drops the ice pack.
So cold...so... tired....
Closing his eyes, he feels his chest become harder to raise, the air escaping his lungs faster than he can capture it.
"Eddie?" He opens his eyes to once again see Frank by his bedside, now worn down and messy. The uniform is covered in dirt and grass, the beginning of a hole formed over Frank's knees.
"F-rank...I-I missed ya...."
"I missed you too, dearest," Frank kisses Eddie's forehead. "Are you feeling any better?"
"..not really.. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Eddie, it's only been a day. I don't know what you have, but it seems to have progressed pretty far. I'm gonna see if I can get a doctor to tell us what's wrong.
"Doctor?" Eddie grimaces.
"I know you're not a fan, but this seems more serious than a cold. Is there anything I can get you? Water, another blanket, a fresh ice pack?" Frank pushes back Eddie's hair from his face.
"N-o, no I'm go-" he's interrupted by a rattly coughing fit and covers his mouth with a tissue as something comes up.
"That cough doesn't sound good, I'm going to get you some tea. It should help loosen up whatever's in there." Frank heads to the tiny kitchen and sets a tiny kettle on the stove.
Eddie tries to relax into the pillows once more, the aches and pains interrupting him. He shifts himself further down, letting out a deep sigh as he finally finds comfort.
"You okay?" Frank fretfully fidgets with the watch on his wrist.
"Yeah.. just gettin comfy.." he responds. "I don't like bein sick."
"Nobody does. Unfortunately, it happens anyways," Frank grabs a large mug with a rainbow handle and clouds on it. The colors are a bit worn, there's a few chips on the bottom, but it remains a beautiful piece and Eddie's favorite.
The whistle from the kettle screeches through the quiet office, striking Eddie's ears like a freight train.
"Ah!" He flinches as the noise shocks his tired brain.
"Sorry!" Frank quickly pulls it off the heat, his finger absentmindedly meeting the hot metal. "Ow!" He drops the kettle on the countertop and rushes over to the sink to rinse his throbbing and searing finger. Eddie jolts awake at Frank's cry, gently throwing the blanket off of him to get up.
"Darlin? What happened?"
"No, don't get up-!" Frank rushes over as Eddie stands before promptly losing his balance and falling onto Frank with a loud thud.
Frank props himself up on his elbows, his partner lying on his stomach. Eddie remorsefully looks up at Frank.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean... I'm sorry." Frank sympathetically smiles and kisses Eddie's forehead.
"It's alright, dearest. I think we're both a little too tired right now."
"Well... there's room ... for two up there?" Eddie softly chuckles.
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it's weird that "i'm nonbinary, but i have a job" was turned into a "lol, being nonbinary is super unprofessional" meme rather than an actual conversation about nonbinary employment discrimination.
I had to fight for over a year with three different people to finally get some sort of justice for being consistently and maliciously misgendered every day.
FINALLY, I am seeing the results and I am overjoyed.
Of course now I have other workplace issues that could possibly be a result of my fight, so I can't rest yet.