#daniel speaks

[danielgoldhorn]

When a robot character overcomes their programming to express compassion and love and wonder for the world around them

[teaching-walking-dead]

[ Red Hood waited in the shadows of Professor Daniel’s apartment, motionless, a predator sizing up his prey. He’d done his homework. Dug through files, listened to whispers, watched from a distance. Gotham University’s newest golden boy had a reputation: brilliant, charismatic, the kind of man people trusted too easily. But Gotham didn’t *do* trust. Gotham chewed up good men and spat out monsters. And Jason Todd wasn’t about to let another rich, entitled bastard think he could play in the big leagues without consequences. ]

[ The lock clicked. The door swung open. Danny stepped inside, the shadows moved. Hood struck like a viper, slamming the door shut behind him with a bang, cutting off any escape. The modulator in his helmet snarled to life, warping his voice into something harsh, mechanical, dangerous. ]

Welcome home, Professor.

[ Hood continued stepping forward, boots heavy against the floor, the dim light glinting off the maroon suit and red metallic mask. ]

Let’s talk.

[ A pause. The unspoken threat hung in the air like a blade. ]

And for your sake? Don’t lie to me.

@taught-by-the-alley

[ Daniel turned his heel to face Red, A composed smile sat on his face, he knows what's coming for him, the ghosts whisper and they always tell. He knew he can't get away with being just the University's new Foreign Professor that long, eventually someone will catch up or confront him and tonight was that night. ]

[ He hummed softly, calculating and thinking how he should proceed with this. Red Hood, Jason Peter Todd, Second Adopted Son of Bruce Wayne. "The one who was given a second chance in life". Stood infront of Daniel, If they were to be compared with each other, Jason was far taller and bigger. Made him more intimidating. Made him have more power, Daniel needed to keep it lowkey. ]

Ofcourse.

[ He kept his smile, calm and collected, not showing a single sign of fear but also no malice or mock. ]

Shall we take a seat, Professor Todd?

[ He invited, his hand slowly pointing to the direction of the living room couches. In his humble. medium sized apartment. ]

[danielthreal]

WHAT WILL YOU HAVE AFTER 100 - 5 MARK?

95 dad. id have 95.

[evilwickedme]

When I was in twelvth grade my school brought in a trans man to talk about his experience and I wanted him to know so bad that I had changed my name and that I accepted him and I was weirdly jealous in a way I did not understand bc I was perfectly happy being a teenage girl, right? In eleventh grade I decided I wouldn't shave my legs for a year because I was sick of beauty standards and then my dad time me I was hairier than him so obviously there was something wrong and when I got diagnosed with pcos my parents dragged me to laser hair removal, and then reminded me I needed to keep going every few months. I kept going, even though I hated it. I miss my leg hair. When I was 15 I changed my name. When I was 18 I shaved my all the hair on my head off even though I'd always loved my curls because they were too damaged to deal with anymore, and when a haredi man approached me to ask me if I wanted to put on tefillin, mistaking me for a boy, I spent the rest of the week strangely giddy and entirely unable to take it out of my mind, even though he'd immediately taken it back. I used to say before I came out as bi that I was an ally and didn't want to speak over queer voices, and I said the same thing about trans people, but I kept feeling like I had some much to say, like this mattered in ways I couldn't put into words. I've wanted a hysterectomy for years, and was devastated to learn it's incredibly unlikely that a doctor would agree to perform the procedure, since I was a young woman.

I thought, again and again, about that man. He thought he was a lesbian for the longest time. He used to avoid gendering himself, even in an incredibly gendered language, had gotten so used to it it came naturally. His partner considered herself a lesbian, except for him. I didn't know how to feel about that. What does it mean to keep your identity static when the people you love change around you. Is it easy to accept?

I changed my pronouns to she/they, then they/them, then in Hebrew I said please pick either she/her or he/him but stick to one or the other, then I said stick with he/him in Hebrew, then I switched to they/he. I said I was a demigirl, then I said I was nonbinary but didn't feel comfortable being called trans, then I started applying the trans umbrella to myself, then I said was transmasc. Around me so many of my friends were transitioning, mtf, ftm, exploring using gender neutral pronouns before settling back on their agab, exploring gender neutral pronouns and stopping there. A friend of mine told me that they were jealous of me because I was so sure of my identity as a person in their early twenties, while they were thirty and only just discovering themself. Did I know my identity? I wasn't sure. Another friend told me, they're currently nonbinary but they could see a future where they detransition. I cannot understand why my mtf friend was so sure she's a girl, when I didn't know, I had no clue, I didn't know where to go from here.

I thought of that man again.

I wanted to take my tits off and put them back on again and take them off again, just to see how it felt. I bought a binder, I told my parents it's just to fit into my button up shirts. I hadn't worn a dress or a skirt since the year after I graduated high school. I stopped wearing bras. I wore a button up shirt and a blazer whenever I could. I tried to find myself in the performance of gender.

I changed my named when I was just about to turn to fifteen, and a teacher followed me from middle school to high school, and she asked me if I was still going by that, cause she wasn't sure if I'd meant it, if it would've stuck. It stuck for ten years, even as I asked myself, is this really what I want? Is this my name? Would it be okay if I changed my name again, is it allowed? I told everyone who'd listen it's okay to changed your name for any reason, at any time.

I don't remember that man's name. I don't remember most of his story. I remember picturing him walking around, remember wishing I could pretend I wasn't a girl just for an evening. I wanted...

Well.

[hayleysmuses]

God, what did I miss NOW?

[itsavulcanthing]

Sibling culture is fighting over a single cheeto puff you took from your sibling, despite the fact that theres’s a full bag in the kitchen

[the-prisma-system]

Had an alright day, writing with the right hand is weird lmao. I took over at the end of pe and stuck around until after psych, then Andrew cane put yo say hi to his little brother and now I'm back. The switch went something like this:

Me: "Can I front again?"

Andrew: "Uh, why?"

Me: "...... I want to play Skyrim"

Andrew: "...... yeah alright, good enough for me."

Anyways I think we're getting better at functioning during + after switches, so that's good!

All in all, other than the brief 'oh my God a child is fronting' panic, the day was well! I'm gonna drink copious amounts of caffeine and play skyrim now, peace ✌

- Daniel 👻

(Psst! Would anyone be interested in a 'day in the life of a did system' video? It's have to be faceless for safety reasons, but what do y'all think? I'll have to ask the others)

[daniel-with-one-eye-blog]

"Fucking kill me."