calling a mutual by their name and having to check you're right like omg what if they transitioned and changed their name in the twelve hours since i last saw them on my dash
The thing is nobody at pride is evaluating you to determine if you’re queer enough to be there because they’re too busy thinking “it’s so hot out” and “why is this lemonade 12 dollars?”
(original tags: she literally had tears in her eyes while she explained that her pikachu had a boy tail shape. i was like hey she can still be a girl. all we know from her body shape is what her body is shaped like. maybe if we asked her she would say that she feels like she’s really a girl. and my kid was like BUT POKEMON CANT TALK 😭😭😭😭 so i was like ‘ok. pikachu. if you want to use he/him say ‘pika’. if you want to use she/her say ‘chu’. and if you want smth else say ‘pikachu’’. and my daughter had her say ‘chu’ and i was like see there you go! now. she doesn’t HAVE to change her tail shape. she can totally be a girl with a rectangle tail. but if she would feel more comfortable with heart shape bc she prefers it, or so that people won’t assume she’s a boy, i can make that happen. so pikachu what do you think? do you want tail surgery? and pikachu agreed enthusiastically! so. plushie gender-affirming surgery first thing tomorrow i guess!)
her results look great, congrats pikachu! 💖⚡️🏳️⚧️
They respond well to a confident handler, but they can smell fear and will act up if they don’t respect you. Other horses include printers and hot glue guns.
I'm taking part in the summer long pride celebration hosted by @queenofbaws , @unicornaffair , and @jadedsunshine .
Week 1: Love Triangle vs Throuple
This fic is an AU from the Total Drama OC universe @teadocs. The fic is of my character Cassie and a universe where she gets together with her friends Hayden ( @samgiddings 's character) and Paige @swannholloway 's character).
Full fic under the cut :)
None of what happened was something Cassie ever expected to happen. She never thought she’d fall in love with one of her best friends, so the idea of falling in love with two of them was the shock of a lifetime. It started with some drinks. Some flirty comments. Some gentle touches. Then… nothing.
As time moved on, she kept in touch, but things had changed for her. One night she found herself wrapped in Hayden’s shirt that had mistakenly ended up in her luggage, strumming at her guitar in bed.
Tell me I'm not on my own
Tell me I won't be alone
Tell me what I'm feeling isn't some mistake
Words poured out of her as if it was divinely written. She hadn't felt this strongly about anyone for a while, and honestly it scared her. She scribbled things down in a notebook, working and reworking phrases.
Show me that good things come to those who wait
She sniffed, a tear coming to her eyes. A single drop landed onto the page and she tried to compose herself.
She got out of bed, setting her guitar away, pulling off Hayden’s shirt, folding it up. She was walking back towards her bed when she spotted the crocheted blanket that Paige had made her draped on the chair in front of her piano.
It felt like a gravitational pull. She sat at the piano, pushing the power button and watching as the screen lit up.
A chord of notes found her fingers. She played a few times before humming a melody.
There are these nights when
I sing myself to sleep
And I'm hoping my dreams bring you close to me
Are you listening?
The second song rushed out of her. A different love song for a different friend. Her chest ached. Stuck between two of them.
Her phone buzzed, pulling her from her thoughts with a text from Hayden and Paige. They seemed to be having a drink, looking a little too friendly.
She felt a pit in her stomach, they were into each other, not her. She grabbed her notebook, tossing it across the room. How could she be so stupid?
She went to splash her face with water in her bathroom, but ended up staring at herself in the mirror. What had happened to her?
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That night of realization had come nearly a year ago. What followed was messy conversations, spending a lot of time being absent from the public eye while she figured everything out.
The night her 4th album “Scared of My Guitar” was released, she went live on Instagram with her two friends turned partners. As they played acoustic versions of the songs one by one, Cassie explained that night, and how it had inspired so much of this album.
Next morning, the headlines all read “Cassie Caulfield comes out as polyamorous on Instagram release stream, what does that mean for her career?”
As she snuggled in bed with the two of them, ignoring her phone, she didn't give a care in the world to if people didn't care enough to understand what made her truly happy, all that mattered was laying in bed beside her.
(BONUS: Album art for this fic that I made for funzies hehe)
i tried to make a venn diagram but my migraine is ironically too bad for me to have the brain power to take the time to fix the proportions and then i locked one of the text layers and got pissed off and gave up. but i kind of like it all fucked up like this
I hate that when you’re stressed enough your body just starts falling apart. I think it should realize you’re already stressed and don’t need that and start functioning better actually
