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@fgfluidity Excuse you but my name is Bee

#...unless?#it's actually Dcat-#pssh nah

i know you think i erased you. ’ (STILL ME)

The rumors were true. Barry wasn’t acting like himself. At. All. Iris called her in because he wanted to make sure that Dinah was still alive, which was a tad unnerving coming from Barry Allen, and not from dark and brooding Oliver Queen. Or, at least, she felt like it was right up Oliver’s alley. Since befriending Cisco Ramon and needing a fresh start, Central City was home to the Black Canary. That wasn’t to say, she didn’t keep in touch with her former team. She was always going to be there whenever she was needed. Right now, the crisis was with Team Flash. Dinah was starting to become uncomfortable, having a private conversation that was a tad on the intimate side. The last time anyone looked at her the way Barry was looking at her within that moment… well, there was no actual last time.

“Barry. Come on. This isn’t funny anymore. What is up with you? Did you mess with the timeline again?”

@alcnextcgether

#alcnextcgether #verse: elseworlds #me? stuck in the speedforce?#pssh nah

dysphoria

I love my body. I really, really love it. like it looks great, and I think it looks hella attractive. I love my waist and my arms and my thighs, and my stomach! and my face is very nice and cute and round! and I’m so lucky that I do feel this way about it, and that I do love it. bc so many people struggle with that.

(like I sometimes look in the mirror at myself and it’s just damn I am so vain, I would happily slap my own ass as I admired it in the mirror and it is a glorious feeling, I hope everyone gets to that level someday bc it really is great, and I believe in you)

but at the same time it feels... wrong. I can never really place why, it’s really vague and stuff. it just feels wrong and uncomfortable. like part of me is just like hell yeah you go gurl rock it and another part is just like mildly disappointed and uncomfy.

and I feel torn so much bc of it, bc one part of me is totally comfortable and loves their body, and the other part isn’t. and I want to be the first part, I want to totally be comfortable 100% of the time but it’s never like that? I only feel like that for part of the time and its just. ugh.

I’m pretty sure this is gender dysphoria, but it’s like really indirect and vague and stuff. I can’t recognize it for what it is until it goes away, and when it comes back I notice the difference. like that obnoxiously american masc shirt I love so much. before I got it, I like couldn’t take a selfie of myself bc something about it felt so off and disappointing and wrong. but then I got that shirt and it was selfie central, hell yeah. and then I took the shirt off and was really disappointed.