hey, if u like my trc shit, atla, dps, etc. consider following me at my New and Hot Blog @becomingicarus (i donāt use this one anymore !!!!)
my ao3 is ga_bi
almost home
occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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YOU ARE THE REASON

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if i look back, i am lost
NASA

#extradirty
I'd rather be in outer space šø

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pixel skylines
trying on a metaphor
i don't do bad sauce passes
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@princeicarus
hey, if u like my trc shit, atla, dps, etc. consider following me at my New and Hot Blog @becomingicarus (i donāt use this one anymore !!!!)
my ao3 is ga_bi
itās about a girl whoās destined to kill her true love with a kiss, a boy with a life-and-death obsession with hunting a dead welsh king, a boy who thinks he is not enough, who is the eyes and ears to a magical forest, a wounded boy who can dream things to life, a smudgy boy, a toga party. it is about three brothers and deadbeat parents and teachers who want to kill you, it is about how far theyāll go to get their answers, it is about sleeping trees and a house full of psychics, itās about loving people so deeply youāll never get the chance to even think about life without them. itās about trust and bees and being gone and being remembered and phone calls late into the night and kissing ghosts for practice. it is about orange lipstick, ravens, clawing someoneās eye out, it is about orange camaros and mint leaves and cereal boxes where floor should be. it is manic, it is all-consuming, it is gut wrenching in the best way and lovely and it is being murdered outside your house on a hot afternoon (your favorite son finds you).
popping back in for a minute to say, yes, i have a new account @becomingicarusā (i post more trc!) and yes, i have an ao3 (where i post polygangsey fics, ronsey fics, and roahsey fics :) as well as some other fandoms!)
hey yall, iām switching gears. so iāll no longer be posting about hp or be part of the fandom. iām gonna finish up my fics. ill keep this blog up as i have tons of posts i love on here, but iām restarting and made a new account. you can follow me there if you like, itās @becomingicarus . itāll be a more personal account, with my friends and mutuals, so. yeah
so true me. iām on here today for like. housekeeping. and because iām still updating my very long slow burn marauders-era fic awash with color on ao3! i do not condone jkās views at all. literally writing this fic is just for fun and healing and if some people enjoy it/feel seen by it, then thatās great!! follow me @becomingicarusā for actual content :)
more abt my fic:
if u guys like reading slow-burn, messed up soulmate au, multiple pov, badass women, angst, trauma recovery, polyamory, the black family, the mckinnon family, quidditch, james potter, my fic is for u!! if not, itās not!!Ā
Baking form for fish. Minsk province, Belarus. 19th century. Museum of Jewish History in Russia
when ur parents are trying to force u to pick a husband so u enlist the help of ur childhood friend to come in disguise and pretend to be a boyfriend/suitor to get them off ur back but now that she's here flirting n shit u actually Realizing š³
thereās something abt childhood innocent intimacy that just. burns. its like. you take with you all those little moments that are so so innocent and then years later youāre in a similar situation and it feels so charged. only that when you were kids you realized you were charged in a similar way, but you viewed it as friendship, as giddiness, as fresh excitement; it was. and there is such a longing to go back to that childlike innocence, words left unsaid, things left undone, back to when a stray glance or laugh isnāt misplaced as something else, something more. idk just. wanting to go back to innocence once youāve already escaped it
how fucking dare anyone see that the person who made the orange and pink lesbian flag is struggling to literally just SURVIVE and be like āummm actually she doesnāt think ace people are queer so, donāt give her money :(ā like i hope somebody literally smashes your fingers with a hammer
you can donate to emily hereĀ
(and her carrd with her socials and lesbian flag merch can be found here)
Trying more academia hairstyles on my kinky hairĀ
Ok but as a dysphoric trans man the whole āyou need dysphoria to be transā actually baffles me because even tho Iāve always has crippling dysphoria, it didnāt actually help me figure out my gender at all. I usually dismissed my dysphoria as āinternalized misogynyā or just not being feminine enough, which actually just caused me worse dysphoria.
You know what made me figure out that Iām trans though? Gender euphoria. The minute I got called a āsirā is the moment that I realized, āshit this feels right.ā And at that point I realized that I could no longer deny the fact that Iām not a woman and that I couldnāt keep living as one.
Hereās a hot take: maybe being trans isnāt so much about how uncomfortable you can be in your AGAB, but rather how much more comfortable you can be.
There was a question in a trans fb group Iām in the other day where someone asked āwhen do you know youāre ready for HRT?ā
A lot of people answered along the lines of āif you have no other choiceā due to crippling dysphoria and I totally get where theyāre coming from, dysphoria sucks ass, but I took it in another direction instead, like this:
āif you can imagine looking in the mirror in ten years and being happier with the changes you can expect from hormones, than if you had gone without.ā
Both statements can be about alleviating dysphoria, but only the second statement actually considers euphoria.
I donāt know; I definitely feel better thinking about my transition as a way of achieving happiness and contentment within my body, rather than thinking of my transness purely as an injury that needs to be healed.
femme fatale, the velvet underground || roger taylor || sheās always a woman, billy joel || bad medicine, bon jovi || groan, dazey and the scouts || sheās always a woman, billy joel
ok hermiones arms r a bit wonky & i am not gonna post hp anymore but. i did this awhile ago and couldnāt not share this
People say āphaseā like impermanence means insignificance. Show me a permanent state of the self.
teenage girl sighing dreamily as she lays in her bed and writes in her diary with a pink glitter pen and when you look at the notebook shes just writing ākilling and violence and killing and violenceā with little hearts above the iās over and over and overĀ
The idea of english as a mother tongue is so strange to me, in my head english is how ppl communicate when there's no way in common to communicate, so english as a mother tongue sounds a bit like idk email as a mother tongue ykwim? Like english to me feels like the stuff that's used to fill the empty spaces between languages
Ok English is my native language and unfortunatly the only one I know yet, but this reminds me so much of that passage in Flights by Olga Tokarczuk
one of my favorite things to do is try to get goyim to pronounce obscure yiddish words correctly or lecture them on the crucial textual and personal differences between oy! and ay!
hi u don't need to post this i just didn't know how comfy u r with dms
but I just saw ur pinned post and I'd unfollowed you because of hp content (no other reason dw) and now am back so hi!!! :D
oh hi!! dms are totally fine :) hello again!! :) welcome back