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Moira was probably my favorite character aesthetically and lore-wise back when I was an egg and playing overwatch on somewhat of a daily basis. Some things age like a fine bio-engineered wine I suppose 🧬

Leyendecker redraw featuring moira (ofc) and my hcs for her body

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I still think this is my best comic.

Rock on sister 🤘

been posting about this a lot recently but the essence is this being butch is beautiful i love being butch i grew up feeling so so masculine but when i dressed the way i did and acted how i felt i got told primarily by peers that i was a girly sissy fag and not actually a man

and it took me so long to fucking GET IT cause now i'm a whole-ass adult butch and I'm like oh FUCK, i was never a man OR a boy, i was never manly

i was fucking butch since day one

and also realizing that my experiences with gender, identity and presentation growing up are SO in line with those of AFAB butches and dykes

i've always been butch, i felt SO dysphoric about my body hair when it made me view myself as a man and when others viewed me as a man for it but now that i've got tits and more importantly people who don't fucking misgender me i'm like OH FUCK

i love my hairy legs and pits, i love my voice of gorgeous gravel-smoke, i love dressing up to scare off creeps when i'm out with my girl, i love looking all tough and masc and rough and tumble and then letting her tell me what to do (hehe, oops), i love my tattooed skin, my inability to conform to society's norms of femininity

i fucking love being butch shoutout to the boys that called me gay for writing poetry for girls i've chosen the name Cassandra to honor your demented gift of prophecy but i'll just call myself Cassidy most days because i feel like it

First pass through: Oh Gideon you poor baby 😭😅. Coming from someone who’s been in recovery from an awful haircut for just over a year now, I feel your pain.

Second pass through: Okay I know Harrow always looks pissed… but I’m detecting a higher degree of resigned acceptance than normal from her here. Like, she’s suffering from the awful cut just as much as her situation-ship is, but like with everything else in her life, Harrow sees it as a just punishment for her sins and throws bones at Gideon to cope 💀

Thank you OP. These two panels were great!

P.s. Plus the mental image of Harrow holding clippers menacingly just sends me.

P.p.s… (bear with me)

Okay actually scratch my original thought about Harrow. It would TOTALLY be in character for her to be in her dark little library one night and have the most evil idea imaginable pop into her head…

She would write up a new doctrine for the Ninth then and there, explaining how the haircut is a parallel to the distant pinprick of light offered by Dominicus amidst a vast sea of darkness devoid of their gracious Emperor’s undying radiance.

A muster would then be called. Gideon would be dragged out of her cell by a freshly skull-capped Aiglamene (odd, but you’re never too old to rock a butch buzz-cut right?) to be plopped onto a pew amidst of sea of skeletons (with no hair), a dwindling handful of ancient nuns (also with no hair), Ortus (again, no hair), Crux (get the picture?), and Harrow’s parents (who due to being MEGAdead, always have their hoods up).

At this point, Gideon’s head is a single fiery beacon amidst an unchanged congregation of geriatrics and their token 30s-something poet.

So when Harrow steps out of the shadows and gets “permission” from her parents to read out a parchment “previously thought lost within the bowels of the Anastasian,” It becomes immediately apparent to a newly horrified Gideon that this will only really apply to her. Harrow won’t give a rat’s ass about her own hair because as Gideon knows, all she cares about is that damned tomb. And bones.

As Gideon stands to flip harrow the bird, a quartet of skeletons pin her back down to the pew and a mechanical buzzing noise suddenly echos through the rafters of Drearburh. 😈

Cannot for the life of me find the post, however, someone had the idea of the ninth house with tonsures and it was so funny I had to draw it

When I finally managed to force my pre-transition self to attend a trans meeting at my local queer center, the discussion was lead by a older trans woman in her mid-to-late 60s who worked as a mechanic.

Listening to her helped me realize that I could have a future as a trans person past my 30s, which is something that I desperately needed to hear at the time.

For me the indicator of a safe queer space is actually a confident, knowledgeable trans woman who's well liked by the people there and trusted to give advice to people who are new to the space.

Because queer spaces occasionally get the occasional dissociating "cishet men" who can't figure out why they want to be in the queer space so much, feel a conflicted sense of belonging and connection that they also feel they shouldn't have, and end sitting in the corner only interacting when explicitly included.

Now, if you don't have the confident trans woman around, what'll happen is that the "cishet man" eventually stops showing up, because yeah it's nice to go, but it's also really hard for some reason, and maybe another modded Fallout New Vegas run is easier, actually. Maybe the MMO where everyone calls her the name of her girl avatar is easier. She just can't figure out why.

I feel seen by this in so many ways, especially given the absolute rollercoaster 2024 was for me. Thank you OP.

I was going to make this a poem but I feel inept in that regard right now so buckle up for Just a Rant

I'm 28 years old and I've identified as so many things that I've stopped counting. And I don't think that any of them truly were "wrong" and that just adds to my confusion.

I thought I was bi, I came out as asexual when I realized other people thought about "sex" and I did not. I came out as demisexual when I met my first girlfriend and I realized making her cum made me feel good. I came out as nonbinary cause I realized I'm not cis and that felt like the "less radical" thing to come out as. I came out as a trans woman when I realized I wanted to transition and I thought that estrogen was just for women. I came out as nonbinary and butch when I realized that people's well-meaning "womanhood 101" felt just as oppressive as the endless choir of "how to be a man". I called myself a bambi lesbian when I found REAL ADULT LOVE for the first time and I did realize that I quite liked the label and the things that it contained. I spent years skirting the edges of identity and listening to weirdos giving me exclusionist talks until I threw all that in the bin and stopped giving a fuck what other people thought about the divide between "bi" and "lesbian" and what that all meant about who was allowed to be what and why.

I came to realize that to me "lesbian" is more about my feelings regarding EVERYTHING that society expects of me in terms of gender AND sexuality and that maybe if it truly came down to wording it I was panromantic.

I started exploring polyamory more and realized that most of my relationships had at least been partly queerplatonic.

My relationship with one of my partners started as as non-romantic, non-sexual and then gradually started looking more and more that way. We started being horny for one another, we had so much sex one time they visited me that I injured myself a number of times. Eventually over the years they lost their libido and I spent some time crying in therapy cause I thought that meant they didn't love me until I realized that they obviously do love me and if they desire sex or not REALLY shouldn't matter to me as an ace person in the first place.

I got into another relationship, with one of my long time best friends, and that ended up involving sex. I realized I'm not exclusively a top and a dom, I realized that maybe I wasn't just stone butch after all. I started exploring all that more.

Eventually my partner of 5 years came out to me as aromantic and I thought that my heart broke until they told me that they'd always felt that way and they just lacked the words. When we sat down and mapped out common ground I'd never felt as happy and I came to realize that love could change and still be whole.

I started getting closer with someone and I realized that I wanted to hold her hand and maybe kiss her. That budding romance came to be one summer long and there were countless talks of what "romance" actually meant because after my partner's coming out I started to deconstruct all that. I entered that connection prepared to get my heart broken and then the heartbreak never came. We've been together for over a year and we've redefined what "together" means multiple times and what remains the same is that we love each other.

I'm a service top. I'm a power bottom. I'm a switch verse. I'm a soft stone butch. I'm a bambi dyke. I'm a transfem femboy tomboy drag peasant. I'm a lesbian but not in the way that society thinks. I'm asexual, I'm aromantic, I'm so in love.

Does it make sense? Maybe not. But love is like a living being. You cannot rightly cut open its skin and dissect it without killing it.

It’s collaboration like this that makes me love my community lol 🖤

Also L’s outfit works WAY too well for it not to have been pre-meditated and hidden in the back of her closet.

Light answers a tough question

So glad two of my favorite fandoms are still getting along splendidly ☺️

i can be your angle....or yuor devil

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" W H E R E I S A N A S T A S I A O F T H E N I N T H ? "

The Locked Tomb is a string of texting conversations with body horror prose stuffed in between. Change my mind 🤣💀

mama a Body behind you 😰 // pt1/pt2/pt3