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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Axiom of Infinity

“We love each other in every reality possible, don’t we?”

In which Yazi Howell finally meets her girlfriend, and the love of her life, Fionna Lester.

[xxkaibutsukoxx]

Hello! I loved your inktober art of Melancholy Hill, and I wanted to ask you if I can use it as the cover of my fanfiction. I will credit and link you <3 Whatever the answer is, I hope you're having a nice day :3

Hi! I’m glad you liked my art, thank you! And ofc you can, reposting my works is okay with credits :) Hope you’ll have an excellent day, too!

[transnamesuggestions]

Hello! Middle names for Oliver? I have a list but it's so HUGE! (trans masc nb) Sue, Jude, Alois, Eli, Ethan, Sun, Ambrose, Willow, Francis, Gabriel, Isaac, Theo(dore), Zachary, Remy/Remi, Lynn, Noah, Evan, Marie, James, Felix, June, Juno, Sol, Angelo, Lísis, Lily/Lilian, Benjamin, Clay, Amber, Henry, Faith, David, Phoebe, Venus, Kali... I don't know. What do you think?

Ooh that is indeed a big list. I had huge lists myself and to narrow down I kind of alternate the combos and switch around which ones I use in my head or write out and such. I find that it helps to narrow down which ones actually fit

Here’s a few that stand out as pairings for me from your list:  Oliver Jude, Oliver James, Oliver Juno, Oliver Ambrose, Oliver Francis, Oliver Theodore and Oliver Alois 

- ganz

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Teen and up

Word count: 762

Summary:

Incredibly hot summer. London. Omega Dan with cramps. Retail job. Being unable to quit it cause they were still too poor.

Like sucks, but Phil is a wonderful partner.

Written for the @phandomficfests Flash Fast Summer ____

It was hot that day. Extremely.

And for Dan, it was even worse.

He was in heat.

Ok, not a normal heat. It was a suppressed one since Dan started taking those meds, since the May incident, in which because of a desperate heat, he completely forgot about condoms and even his birth control. If Phil were an alpha, it would be 100% pregnancy confirmed. Since he wasn't, they were safe this time.

But no, now he was not feeling his body desperate for sexual relieve, producing slick and making his mind go crazy. And even though it may sound awful in a hot summer like that one was, at least he had paid leaves for heat.

Now, he was stuck behind a counter, forcing himself to not look grumpy to the clients cause he just couldn't get another word from his boss and feeling horrible cramps in the bottom of his belly.

It was too warm to ignore this or the slight headache that he was developing. He wanted to go home.

He waited till the next row of clients finally left to sneak up his phone and send a message to Phil.

From: Dan

To: Philly <3

im dying

From: Phil

To: Danny Boy >3

What happened?

From: Dan

To: Philly <3

its  just to warm today and im having cramps and headache and i still have 4 more hours of work today please euthanize me

From: Phil

To: Danny Boy >3

Awwn baby, that's awful :(((((

From: Dan

To: Philly <3

i know we re not ready to have a baby but do i really need to take this shit?

i could be at home with you today

From: Phil

To: Danny Boy >3

I wish you here with me too. Do you want me to go see you?

From: Dan

To: Philly <3

nah my lunchtime was long ago and my boss is going to fucking fire me if i seem to not be working for a second

i need to stop messaging btw

back to my horrible store clerk life

tell to our grandchild how i died for working in FocusTM

make them sue the company so our family legacy will be rich

From: Phil

To: Danny Boy >3

Daniel Howell, go back to work before you actually get fired :P Love you <3

From: Dan

To: Philly <3

love you too

Daniel hid his phone on his trousers again and went back to that torture.

Hours later he was finally free. Even the tube ride home was almost unbearable. His cramps were less worse, but in compensation his headache was awful now. He was literally counting numbers in French inside his head to distract himself, getting lost with the calculations that were necessary after 60. French people were weird.

He was weirder though, since he started counting out loud, suddenly. Ugh. Reasons why Dan was a fail, a list that never seem to end.

The time for the next torture came. The stairs. The 40 something stairs he needed to drag himself on to finally get home.

When he finally did, he was gasping for air, like a poor brachycephalic dog. He opened the door and ran to the sofa, laying down while his whole body curled up in a small ball of pain and heat.

He woke up he didn't know how much later, but he was feeling incredibly better.

He quickly noticed why.

His clothes were off, and he was only in his briefs, there was a cold packet of peas on his belly and a cold cloth on his head, and his tiny little fan was blowing on his face, supported by a chair. Phil.

That wonderful angel he called partner came from the kitchen, bringing a Ben&Jerry's ice cream pot and an icy cup of water.

"You were literally overheating when you came home. I was worried I had to take you to the hospital." he explained, passing the ice cream to Dan.

"When did you bought this? Weren't we like, short of money for sweets and stuff this month?" Dan asked, while quickly opening the pot and sticking his spoon inside.

"Yeah, but... You were in need of it. I also bought you some cramps medicine, and one for your headache."

Dan could only sigh, happily. Never in his life he thought he was worth a mate like this.  

"Thank you. For everything." he whispered.

"I'm just taking care of the future father of my children, huh." Phil joked.

Dan also laughed, but afraidly added:

"Not while I'm working on retail."

[olivethehobbit]

Everytime that I read a detransitioning story, I know that I'm trans.

Cause I don't think I am trans cause I don't fit the gender roles society is pushing on me.

I love make up (don't have patience to use, but I do love it. Same with nail polish), I love dresses, I want to get pregnant someday, the idea of being a """"housewive"""" never bothered me when I was a kid... (I dont like going out and im lazy so it was like, really ok for me till I grew a bit and noticed that I needed to work, because money is something)... I did, in fact, hated the fact that 'boys things and girls things' existed, but... Like...

I was the pinkest princess you've ever met.

I loved barbie and all those things that the world think that are feminine.

But I didn't like the fact that, because I 'was a girl', I was not accepted in the guys things. Like, why couldnt I play with them? I liked agressive things too. Okay, I'm awful at sports, but damn, let me try! etc...

I started "hating" boys then. I was not accepted and it made me so angry. Also, I have a pretty mysandric mother, so it helped. (shes abusive and I hate her, but I was really blind by love that time).

But the bad thing is... I did not feel confortable with girls that time.

They were different from me. And I never knew why. I liked the same things. We spoke the same language. But I still felt like an alien when they were talking about "girl things."

I guess I never considered the things I liked *girl things*.

I grew up more, they started talking about boys. I guess I could have considered myself lesbian back then, if I knew what a lesbian was. I felt even 'alien-er' when they were talking about boys cause I had 0 interest on them.

I, a few years latter, had my first crush on a boy. It was so intense that I was like 'OOOH, I LIKE BOYS TOO!!! I AM PART OF THE GIRLS NOW RIGHT??'

No. I was not. It just got worse. Cause I was like 'i like a boy but i still can't relate what's happening here??? why am I so strange???'. And it was really weird for me, cause we were talking about *the same things* and I still felt left out. Also, I was even angrier about not being part of the boys gang. I wanted to be part of them so hard but they never accepted me (including said boy crush) and I was so pissed!

A few years latter, I had my first female crush. Hell yeah! I am bissexual!

For the first time, I felt like I was part of something. The world was making sense. 'Yeah, boys are lovely, but ya ever heard of girls? They smell so good and are so pretty!'. I dated two girls and thought I was lesbian, then, cause I never felt sexually attracted to boys, but was totally interested in girls in this aspect (I did not know you can have different sexual/romantic options).

I never felt part of the 'lesbian community' but that was not a big issue for me back then. I was too happy with my girlfriend to care, tbh.

I broke up with her because of my horrible homophobic mother and I have a huge trauma because of this, so let's just skip to the point where I met my actual datemate.

I was dating them for a year and a half, and I just discovered the trans community. Wow. I never really thought about trans people before, cause I never had been in LGBT+ spaces before.

And I was so obsessed with them.

And the more I learned, the more I thought about things that made me feel bad. The 'alien' feeling never really left me while talking with girls. The 'i want to be part of the boys' feeling never really left me.

And I was so confused. I started thinking how the world would be better without gender - and even identified as agender, cause I would not feel left out - for whatever reason it felt like that. (friendly reminder that I am a pretty average person. I am not some 'I'm a weirdo' discourse, I was really like everybody else, but I still felt out of place)

I went on a wild journey of identities. Cause... Time was passing and I noticed that I was unconfortable with 'being a girl.' Not because being a girl was bad or was stopping me from doing anything, but because it was not me.

I felt like I was faking it. All the time. I felt like, using the alien analogy, I was trying to pass as a human with a bad costume. I felt like I was even offending girls by trying to pass as one (I couldn't write female characters back then. Cause I was like 'It's not right, it's missing something. I am not a girl I don't know how to write girls! I am doing it wrong!! Which, let me tell you, being a writer that has the exact same amout of females and males in books to keep things equal, was hell. And I'm not talking about characters that were 'extremely femme' or anything. It was like. Any girl).

And I was confused. I 'could not be a trans guy' because I liked 'female things'. Cause I didn't like sports, cause I wanted to get pregnant...

And I went to every identity trying to find something that made me feel right. Cause I could not be a boy with those traits right?

Wrong.

I am a boy.

I am a boy that likes pink, and dresses and make up (even though I'm too lazy to use it.). I am a boy that is in love with the idea of growing a life inside of him. I am a boy that does not know how to kick a fucking ball.

I am a boy.

And it was so hard to accept it. It was so hard to accept that what I was feeling related to my chest and voice was dysphoria. It's a wild journey, and I am trying to be strong.

But man, lemme tell you something... I don't feel weird anymore. I can talk to girls and be confortable. I can talk to boys and be confortable. I can write those "strong female characters" and those "innocent girls" that I wanted to.

I don't feel like I am faking anything anymore, cause I finally know who I am.

And everytime I read about someone who thought that was something and was wrong, I remember about how it was before. And how it is now. I remember how hard was to finally understand that I am this writer aspirant panssexual trans guy, with his lovely genderfluid mate.

Gender roles never made me believe I was trans. Gender roles always made me believe I was *not* trans. They do suck, and we should totally get rid of them as soon as possible so people will not go through what I've been and what the folks that detransition been through.

So yeah, I shared a lot of my experience, I am sorry for my grammar cause english is not my first language, but you go!

Your identity is yours. And the clothes you wear, the things you like, your sexuality... Should not determinate your gender. I am a boy that like things that society says that are 'girl things' and I am 100% sure I am a boy.

[olivethehobbit]

Suave

Existe valentia em ser bondoso. Em ser suave. Eu nunca havia entendido isso. Mas agora eu consigo ver claramente. É fácil ser bruto, estar o tempo todo na defensiva. Usar garras e presas, armas. Mas é difícil deixar tudo ir. Se despir dos sentimentos ruins. É por isso que, quando você o faz, você se torna forte. Você está nu numa fronte de batalha.

Soft.

Everything was soft with Laurens.

It  was like all his energy and enthusiamsm in the 'battlefield' would  transform in delicate movements, in a  low voice and in toughtful  touches.

From the loud streets and the burning protests to the careful rocking on the nursery.

Alexander had stolen the rocking chair again.

He was sleeping, mouth agape and drool running down his chin. Such a gorgeous vision.

He failed in his job again, at least in one of them. The hand was still holding the bottle, that was probably could now.

He was tired, and she could not blame him. His lasts cases at work were exausthing him.

So, blessed be Laurens and his calm, his softness and his ability soothing a baby.

Eliza  runned her hand down her messy hair after that short date with the  pillow, and then let them go through her clear night gown, ajusting the  thin fabric in her body, that was ajusting itself with the end of the  recent pregnancy.

She tried to approach Laurens, slowly.

She did not want to interrupt that moment, that being so ordinarily commom was even magical.

She did not want to interrupt because she knew how to share. She likes sharing, she discovered over the years.

She never imagined that she could be satisfied sharing the Alexander's attention, but, thank god she did that.

Her husband was an endless source of hapiness, sadness and pleasure. And, endless as it was...

She liked having Laurens so close.

Because he was sweet when Alex could be so abrasive.

Because he could sit with her and talk about the day, when sometimes Alex was way too tired for this.

Maybe she was enough. Maybe he was.

But, only the two of then together... Could make it work.

In the end, she only touched his shoulder, a small tap.

It  could mean 'good job'. Or 'thank you for doing this to me.' or 'thank  you for the potatoes, they were delicious.' or even 'please don't forget  to come back to bed.'

Maybe all of it at once.

He would understand.

She walked to her sleeping husband and pulled him by the arm, taking all of the baby itens from him.

One day he would learn how to take care of Philip. One day.

Eliza held the drowsy Hamilton close to her side.

And kissed Laurens cheek before leaving.

That also mean things he would understand.

It could mean 'don't forget putting Pip's gloves back.'

Or maybe...

'We are alike. We have fury and strenght. We can fight for what we want. We can face the adversities. But we are... Soft.'

Or even...

'I love you'.

A aceitação é a palavra chave daqueles que ainda não conseguem amar.

[philiie]

maybe 'cause we filmed it and it fell off?' or smth like that??

But they would usually just SAY that??? Not reprint a whole ass sticker