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Stanuary week two: Protect
He might not always be able to be there to protect his brother from bullies, but at least he can keep him from taking their words to heart.


You can see all of my Stanuary entries here.

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I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid it would open old wounds.

People who slam doors and stomp their feet to show how much they want to physically hurt you shouldn’t be trusted

Yours
Garbage Bag
Yours

My hand slipped and I accidentally wrote another Royai song. I have no explanation except that I love them and hope you like this if you listen. I WROTE IT TODAY. IMPULSE-RECORDED. IMPULSE-POSTED. AHH. EXCUSE SLOPPY GUITAR. *tosses self into garbage*

We’re caught in a rainstorm that never ends.
Time stops for the beast ravaging my head.
Can I pretend to fall asleep with you?
I know you’re scarred, tormented, grieving too.

I’ve untied my bloody wrists.
How do we move on from this?
Do you know how you’ve saved me?

Pull the trigger again.
Watch the soul inside
your bullet find the sky.

The barrel’s pressed to my head.
Take my heart as yours.
I won’t hurt you anymore.

If I surrender to our monster’s pain
and somehow I can’t remember my name, 
you know my truth better than anyone.
Bring us deliverance, once and for all.

You’ve given me all of you.
There is nothing we can’t do.
Do you know how you’ve saved me?

Pull the trigger again.
Watch the soul inside
your bullet find the sky.

The barrel’s pressed to my head.
Take my heart as yours.
I won’t hurt you anymore.

Words are passing through our hands.
Like the rain that never ends.
Your promise follows it down.
Don’t let me forget the sound.

Pull the trigger again.
Watch the soul inside
your bullet find the sky.

The barrel’s pressed to my head.
Take my heart as yours.
I won’t hurt you anymore.

Living with anger issues I can’t work on
  • I get angry at technology A LOT
  • When people tell me how to feel the only thing i feel is ANGER
  • I’m not gonna calm down because your voice is whispered and kind
  • i’m still angry
  • there are some days where i don’t want to here a single person’s voice.
  • if you try to tell me something you found on the internet i will get extremely impatient
  • i fucking hate when i’m being so unfair but i don’t know how to not be unfair
  • I GET REALLY CONTROLLING 
  • TELLING ME TO STOP BEING SUCH A BABY MAGNIFIES MY ANGER
  • there are sometimes i really want to cry but i can’t because I’M ANGRY. 
  • I am a total ass to everyone and everything 
  • i’m a pacifist but even i wanna throw a bag of bricks at your face when you tell me how i’m supposed to react

anonymous asked:

Lottie!!! Do you have any feelings about the accents of various Harry Potter characters?? I would love to hear about it bc I for one am very passionate about Sirius Black occasionally sounding EXTREMELY posh and feeling a bit embarrassed about it

I… have… SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THE ACCENTS OF VARIOUS HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS!!!!!!!!!! 

and by ‘the accents of various Harry Potter characters’ I mean the LACK THEREOF and the Overwhelming amount of Posh Wankers in this series. I MEAN. it winds me up MASSIVELY, and it also opens a can of wooorrrmmmss re: the wizarding population around the British Isles. like… We Need To Talk About Wales. caveat: this is all coming from a Northerner, so as far as I’m concerned the Midlands are in the South, but I’m going to try to be geographical instead of Northern about this.

SO, for those who can’t tell the difference between various UK accents/didn’t realise there were accents in England other than The Benedict Cumberbatch (which, if you’re going from these movies, is understandable), let me break down the film accents for you: McGonagall, Cho Chang and Oliver Wood are Scottish, Seamus Finnegan, Mad-Eye Moody and Luna Lovegood are Irish (Evanna Lynch is from the border region so her accent sounds slightly Northern Irish), Neville Longbottom has a Yorkshire accent (Yorkshire is a county in the North of England), Hagrid is from the West Country (which, despite how it sounds, is The South), and literally every other character sounds like they grew up below the Watford Gap. discounting the ones I’ve just mentioned, everyone else is Generic Southern or straight up Good Old Boy RP (Received Pronunciation, which is like standard BBC English that you hear on the telly/out of the gob of pretty much every HP character). 

(I mean, in fairness, this wasn’t really a Movie decision. in the books the Midlands and the North are just places the Hogwarts Express has to pass through to get to Scotland. Harry is from Surrey, the Weasleys are from Devon, it never really says where Hermione’s from but judging by how her dialogue reads I’m guessing it’s The South, Sirius grew up walking distance from King’s Cross, Godric’s Hollow is in the West Country somewhere, Malfoy Manor is in Wiltshire, and even though the footy team you support doesn’t always indicate where you’re from we’ll ignore that in this case and say that Dean Thomas is from Stratford, East London. and those are just the characters I can remember off the top of my head. that’s a lot of southerners. like, Pureblood wizards seem to be mostly very old aristocracy (I remember reading that the Malfoys came over from France with William the Conquerer in 1066), so you could argue that, like, they all had wizard babies in/around the capital and they’re slowly but surely spreading outwards hence the CLUMP of southern wizards (not to mention they tend to stick together in communities like Ottery St Catchpole and Godric’s Hollow) but a) that is a stupid, reaching theory and I seriously doubt it, and b) even if it WAS true, MUGGLEBORNS EXIST! why aren’t there wizards popping up in, like, Liverpool or Salford or Birmingham? why is EVERYONE so goddamn WELL-SPOKEN???)

I do think about the accents thing a lot. and I get mad about the movies a lot. I mean, Hagrid’s accent reads as Yorkshire. he says ‘summat’! he’s the most Yorkshire thing ever!! and Dean has a Generic Nice Southern accent, not an East London accent! he should sound like Alfie bloody Moon!!! also, considering Godric’s Hollow is in the West Country, DUMBLEDORE SHOULD HAVE HAGRID’S ACCENT!!!!! I JUST DIE OVER THE TERRIBLE ACCENT CHOICES FOR THESE FILMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY WOULD YOU LET MICHAEL ‘I DON’T NEED TO READ THE BOOKS’ GAMBON DO A WEIRD DRUNKEN IRISH LILT WHEN HE COULD HAVE BEEN HAGRIDDING EVERYWHERE!!!!!! (also if Voldemort hadn’t ruined everything and Harry had been raised in Godric’s Hollow he would also have a Hagrid-ish accent. amazing.) AND, according to the HP wiki, Little Hangleton is in the North somewhere, which means Gaunt cottage is in the North somewhere, which means VOLDEMORT IS NORTHERN. LOL. take a moment for that one. let it sink in. Voldemort is my past, present and fookin’ future, innit. 

BUT YEAH. ANYWAY.

so if we’re going by the books there’s literally one Scottish person and one Irish person that we know of at Hogwarts (AND one of them is a teacher, AND I don’t think either of them were ever SPECIFICALLY said to have a Scottish/Irish accent). which begs the question: where the fuck is everyone who isn’t middle class English going to school??? what the hell is going on here???? as far as we know there is one (1) Irish student and this school and no (0) Scottish students. which… is wild. especially because the entire Irish quidditch team must have passed through the hallowed halls of Hogwarts in the preceding 10 years, but suddenly: a dearth. AND THERE’S NO WELSH STUDENTS! WHERE ARE THE WELSH? obviously the Holyhead Harpies are a Welsh team, and the common Welsh Green is a Welsh dragon, and Dai Llewellyn who had a ward in St Mungo’s named after him sounds Welsh, and I’m pretty sure Helga Hufflepuff was from Wales*, SO WHERE ARE THEIR SPROGS AT? 

*IIRC aren’t the four founders all from different countries? I’m sure it’s at least implied by the Sorting Hat at one point. like ‘Gryffindor from wild moor’** = Dartmoor, I assume, as Godric’s Hollow is in the West Country = England, Ravenclaw’s from ‘glen’ = Scotland, I’m sure there are glens in other places but SCOTLAND, Hufflepuff is something something valley? again, valleys are everywhere, but whenever someone says ‘valley’ my brain immediately puts on a Daffyd Thomas voice and goes ‘IN THE VALLEEEEYYYSS’ which it certainly doesn’t do for any other country, so = Wales, and SLYTHERIN = FEN = Ireland has a shitload of bogs and fens and stuff. plus Slytherin is green, Ireland is the Emerald Isle, I’m just REALLY GLAD SLYTHERIN’S IRISH HAHA ÉIRE GO BRÁCH LOSERS 

**FOR THE RECORD the HP wiki told me Godric’s Hollow is in the West Country, and that seems very likely as the North of England doesn’t seem to exist in the HP canon, HOWEVER I PERSONALLY choose to believe that the ‘wild moor’ is in fact THE YORKSHIRE MOORS and that Godric Gryffindor, like Tom Marvolo Riddle, is a top lad innit mate. 

but back to The Absent Welsh: I like to think that maybe they’ve set up their own school. it’s a weekly boarding. everyone speaks Cymraeg. all the Irish and Scottish students go there too because they fucking hate the English. it would certainly explain the lack of Scottish, Irish and Welsh students at Hogwarts. they’re all just getting on with it in Wales somewhere. probably Anglesey. or maybe there are actually wizarding schools that are just normal day schools and Hogwarts is just the famous one because it’s a big, old, prestigious boarding school. considering Harry apparently had his name down since birth… MAYBE HOGWARTS IS THE ETON COLLEGE OF MAGIC! THIS IS MAKING SO MUCH SENSE!!! all the middle class English lot are like ‘oh darling, you simply must go to the Eton College of magic!!’ meanwhile muggleborn Gary ‘Gazza’ Bloggs from the Wirral is like ‘nah mate I’ll just go t’ t’ local like.’

(SPEAKING OF ETON COLLEGE, Justin Finch-Fletchley had his name down for it, which is aaaaabsolutely hilarious. Eton is an independent all-boys boarding school which costs roughly £37,000 ($48,000) per academic year. if Justin hadn’t been a surprise wizard he probably would have gone to Eton, gone to Oxford, joined an elite drinking club, burned money in front of homeless people, rattled a dead pig and then become Prime Minister. but instead of doing all of that he has to go to a PUBLIC SCHOOL with negligible rules, very little uniform, girls, AND he can’t even tell any of his posh little mates about it when he goes home to MUMMY for the VAC. to top it all off he’s gone from being a Good Old Boy Top Shelf Jolly Hockey Sticks Young Chap on the path to upper class glory and the Houses of Parliament to being a MUGGLEBORN HUFFLEPUFF i.e. the bottom of the Wizarding world/Hogwarts food chain. but never mind, eh, he seems pleased enough. bet he has a CORKING accent, what!)

even though my Average Joe Wizard High School idea is definitely not true, I definitely 100% feel like Ireland should have its own wizarding school. the Republic of Ireland’s relationship with The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland is so long and arduous that even I, who has an Irish mother, can’t keep it all straight in my head, but basically Ireland is not part of ~the UK~ or ~Great Britain~ even though it is part of the British Isles, so they really need their own school. (tbh I’m low key offending myself by talking about this like they Should have their own school rather than They Have Their Own School, Obviously, but… whatever.) THEY ALSO SHOULD HAVE THEIR OWN MINISTRY OF MAGIC! they might have! we just don’t know! why didn’t Harry make better friends with Seamus!!! UNLESS, of course, wizards don’t trifle themselves with Muggle Affairs and didn’t get involved with the Irish revolution and the Troubles etc. (although considering how the Order of the Phoenix being founded/the war really kicking into high gear coincided with the Winter of Discontent/widespread right wing sympathy across the UK… I doubt it), and so Irish wizards are still being governed from ~Westminster. but again, if that’s the case, WHY ARE NONE OF ‘EM GOIN’ HOGWARTS??????? WHY IS SEAMUS FINNEGAN THE LONE IRISH DIASPORA AT WIZARD SCHOOL???? 

I… literally cannot believe how Away from me this has Gotten. 

accents. okay. 

yes, Sirius Black accidentally being EXTREMELY POSH is something I am very passionate about also. he tries to mask it by being all rebellious and Landaaaannn about everything but fails miserably because every so often he’ll say ‘one’, and when he’s tired or excited he’s just like… the Queen on steds. arrived at Hogwarts fluent in French and passable in Latin. knows how to use so many forks. a prank goes right and he’s like ‘YESSSS TOP SHELF, BOYS! ABSOLUTELY BANG ON!’ James is also posh but posh in the rich, big old farmhouse, Barbour jackets and Hunter wellies way, so he gets away with it because he’s never been to a cotillion and doesn’t sometimes slip and say ‘spiffing’. meanwhile Remus is from the Midlands in my heart (maybe Shropshire)*** and is just very normal and not at all impressed by these posh knobs he has to share a bedroom with. Peter is probably from somewhere with an accent that grates on you after a while, like Birmingham. (no offence @Brummies.) according to the HP wiki (it’s teaching me SO MUCH but literally where tf are they getting this info) Snape is from the Midlands, which means that surely Lily is from the Midlands, because they met when they were playing out as kids!!! this Excites Me! also imagining Snape with a Wolverhampton accent is just… exquisite. 

***I know a lot of people are All About Scottish Remus and while that is second in my heart to Midlands Remus it is certainly In My Heart. 

I love and support Neville Longbottom having a Yorkshire accent because I, too, have a Yorkshire accent, and his in the films means SO MUCH TO ME!! he’s OUR BOY!!! GO ON, LADDDD!!!!!! etc. I really want Lee Jordan to have a Limmy-esque Glaswegian accent, because IMAGINE him doing the quidditch commentary and just getting more and more incomprehensibly Scottish, and McGonagall keeps yelling at him because she can actually understand what he’s saying whereas everyone else can just manage to catch ‘Slytherin’ and ‘cheating’ and ‘10 points’ so they’re just like ‘???!!!!! ! !! ? !!’ also I’m a big fan of Bristolian Lavender Brown, for no other reason than I just thought of her greeting Ron by saying ALRIGHT MY LUVVER and nearly died. 

in conclusion, you could say that I do indeed have feelings about the accents of various Harry Potter characters and I hope you weren’t lying when you said you’d love to hear about it. 

our wounds will scar.

  • Yuuri: *becomes all sultry and possessive*
  • Victor: Good god, I’ve created a monster

Where Did You Sleep Last Night by @aknightfornawt

“Why don’t you ask Jon? For your new band. I hear he’s done with the Wildlings… You two would be good together.”

He says it like he’s matchmaking, like what he has in mind is a goddamn wedding. Her and Jon Snow. Sansa shakes her head.

(Or: Sansa needs a new guitarist, Jon needs a new band, and the two of them definitely don’t need each other.)


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I sometimes wish I’d stayed inside


my mother.

Never to come out. 

tamil vocab // numbers 1-20

ஒன்று [ondru] - one

இரண்டு [irandu] - two

மூன்று [moondru] - three 

நான்கு [naangu] - four 

ஐந்து [ainthu] - five

ஆறு [aaru] - six

எட்டு [ezhu] - seven

எட்டு [ettu] - eight

ஒன்பது [onpathu] - nine

பத்து [patthu] -ten 

பதினொன்று [pathinondru] - eleven 

பன்னிரண்டு [pannirandu] - twelve 

பதிமுயன்று [pathimoondru] - thirteen 

பதினான்கு [pathinaangu] - fourteen 

பதினைந்து [pathinainthu] - fifteen 

பதினாறு [pathinaaru] - sixteen 

பதினேழு [pathinezhu] - seventeen 

பதினெட்டு [pathinettu] - eighteen

பத்தொன்பது [patthonpathu] - nineteen

இருபது [irupathu] - twenty

Argument (e.d)

“Hey baby, what’re you doing?” Ethan questioned softly pressing his lips to the nape of my neck as he straddled my back. He trailed light kisses from my neck to my jawline, then down to my collarbone tearing my attention away from the article I was reading.

“Working on an essay for school.” I mumble, attempting to focus as he continues peppering soft kisses along my neck. “Ethan, I have to get this done.” I sigh, pulling my head away from him.

“You can do it later.” He mumbles brushing off my statement.

“Yeah, but I actually can’t. I’ve got other assignments to do on top of this one. I have to get this done now.” I state making him sigh in annoyance and push himself off of the bed clearly frustrated.

“I swear, the longer you’re in school the more I lose you.” He huffs under his breath, turning around sassily.

“Excuse me?” I gasp in disbelief, looking up from my papers.

“All you ever have time to do when I’m around is school work. It’s kind of frustrating to be quite honest.” He answers combing his fingers through his hair in frustration.

“Well I’m sorry that I have work to do every time you decide you want to spend time with me. I’m working towards my future. You’d think you could be a little supportive.” I sass, standing up so that I didn’t feel intimidated as he towered over me.

“Oh so I’m a terrible and unsupportive boyfriend because I’ve got my own things that I’m working towards?” He asks sharply, raising his voice.

“No, that’s not it at all actually. What I’m saying is, all I’ve done is support you as you’ve achieved some of your dreams. You’ve been touring for months Ethan, I’ve shared you with thousands of girls who got to love on you while I was home alone missing you. I’ve lost sleep worrying about you, or calling you at wee hours of the morning because you missed home. I feel like I’ve bent over backwards supporting you as you worked towards your dreams, but I feel like when it comes to my dreams it’s hard to get you to do the same for me. I know college isn’t nearly as exciting as touring the world and meeting fans, but sometimes all I need is encouragement that I’m doing this to achieve my dreams and not simply just to waste time. I could just use a little support sometimes.” I rant, waving my hands in frustration as my own voice began to raise.

“God, I’m sorry that I’m such a self centered jerk in this relationship. I didn’t realize I was burdening you.” He shouts through blushed cheeks.

“Ethan that’s no-”

“Maybe if you’d get your nose out of your textbooks every once in awhile and actually communicated with me I’d know how you’re feeling. I could actually work on being a good boyfrien-”

“You know what, I’m not doing this right now. I’ll let you cool off and then we’ll talk, but we’re not going to get anywhere if you’re yelling at me the entire time.” I cut him off throwing my things in my backpack and slinging it over my shoulder.

“Where are you going?” He growls lowly, crossing his arms as his eyes angrily glare at me.

“I’m leaving because all you do when you get like this is yell and say things you don’t mean. It’s not going to get us anywhere, I’ll be back when we’ve both cooled off.” I reply stalking out the door, closing it behind me firmly.

Finishing the last paragraph of my essay, I close my laptop and sip on my coffee as my mind wanders to the argument.

I rarely argue with Ethan, and when I do it’s small and easy to forget. I’ve never walked out on him like this before. Guilt finds it’s way into my chest as I replay what I’d said in my head again.

Packing my stuff into my bag, I stand up and discard my cup into the trash before walking out to my car. Apologies rolling through my mind as I drive back to the apartment.
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“Hey…” I greet quietly, sitting on the couch next to him as he scrolls through his phone silently. “Ethan, I’m sorry.” I sigh playing with my fingers.

He snorts in response, continuing to scroll through his phone as if I wasn’t there. He clicks his phone off before standing up from the couch to walk away. I get up to follow him, softly grabbing his arm to get his attention.

“E, can you please just talk to m-”

“God Y/n can you give me some space?! You get all mad at be for wanting to be close to you for five minutes and now here you are doing the same exact thing. You need to get your priorities straight and figure out what you want from me because I’m sick and tired of this whole being okay with something one minute and then not being okay with it the next.” He shouts ripping his arm out of my grasp as he spins toward me angrily. I step away from him in surprise physically flinching when his hand moves through the air, pushing his hair out of his face.

He stops in his tracks allowing his hand to fall at his side limply, as his angry demeanor diminishes.

“Did you,” he pauses to clear his throats as his eyes fill with tears,“Did you think I was going to hit you?” His voice comes out in a broken whisper while his vulnerable brown eyes meet mine.

I open my mouth to say something, to explain that I knew he wouldn’t ever do that, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t lie to him; it was a heated moment and sometimes we do things we wouldn’t normally do when we’re angry.

“Oh my God Y/n, I would never.” He cries, watching me carefully as he takes a slow step towards me. His arms outstretch toward me, wrapping around me delicately and pulling me into his chest. “I will never hurt you like that, no matter how angry I am.” He breathes kissing the crown of my head softly. “I’m so sorry.” He pulls away slightly, tilting my chin towards him so that our eyes met before he pressed a delicate kiss against my lips. “I love you so much.” He whispers, his lips brushing against mine.

“Let me prove it to you.” He states randomly after a brief moment of silence.

“Wha-” I squeal as he scoops me into his arms and runs down the hall towards his room, throwing me onto his unmade bed with a laugh. Loud giggles escape my own lips as I watch him crawl over me, holding his weight on his arms as he pushes a stray hair away from my face. He studies me silently before his head dips and presses his lips against mine again, slowly this time, making my eyes flutter shut.

“I love the way your eyes crinkle up when you laugh.” He whispers into the calm atmosphere of the room, his eyes set on mine. “I love the crease you get on your forehead when you’re concentrating.” He continues, tracing a spot on my forehead delicately. “I love the way you light up any room as soon as you walk into it.” His lips twitching up into a lighthearted smile. “I love your laugh and how contagious it is.”

“I love the way you love me with your whole heart, even when I don’t deserve it.” He ghosts after a moment of silence. He looks at me again, his thumb swiping over my cheek as he leans down and presses a long kiss to my lips.

“Y/n, I love you. I seriously cannot stress that enough. I can’t always give you the attention that you need, or read what’s going on in your mind, but I love you unconditionally. We’re going to go through hard times, but I can assure you that no matter how much we hurt each other, I won’t stop loving you.” He assures, looking down at me seriously.

“Careful now Dolan, don’t go making promises you can’t keep.” I joke, sliding my arms around his neck.

“I plan on making those promises achievements.” He smiles, looking down at me cheekily.

“I know.” I murmur through the silence of the room, leaning up and attaching our lips together again before simply enjoying the moment.

afterwards, you stretch empty fingers
into dream-space, wishing
for your own adventure. you pray
 
your hand closes around a dragon egg,
a jewelled sword-hilt,
a bloodstained rose, a crown.
 
you keep your eyes on your shadow,
keep your eyes open
as night’s breathing slows, waiting.
 
the air smells like snow, sharp and clean;
you exhale hard, picturing smoke-clouds,
picturing flames. patience remains
 
fleet-footed as a nymph, her laugh
as mocking. renown lives in distant mountains
past realms unknown, but here,
 
beauty grabs your wrist as you pass,
a bright-eyed temptress draped
in frozen pine needles.
 
afterwards, you build your own story.
you name your favourite pen,
compare word counts like a kill count, argue
 
the merits of quality over quantity. palms
dripping dream-dust, you shape your own world,
your own adventure, chase magnificence
 
at the speed of thought — you know it is yours,
surely as the long-lost heirs of faraway lands
believe in a waiting throne.
—  glorification, for @mirrorsandwindowsabstractedfocus
Married to a Monster - nine

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Paring: kaiXreader, minseokXreader

Word Count: 4.7k (damn ya’ll I’m sorry it’s so long)

Summary: You are forced into a marriage with your once love/childhood best friend. Although, you don’t love him anymore and are disgusted with having to marry him. After driving yourself to suicide twice, you know you can’t ever fix things with him but even though, you push forward for the happiness of your parents who are still grieving the loss of your older sister.

Notes: This series will contain talk of suicide, self-harm, abuse, death and possibly more. This series will also have smut, but chapters will be rated [m] accordingly.


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anonymous asked:

Not a request, I just wanted to thank you for making this blog, your writing is incredible and it helps me get though difficult times ♥

Thank you so very much lovely, I will keep doing my best and I hope things will get easier and kinder for you as soon as possible <3

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“Let us begin, Ken Kaneki.”

(Originally posted as a reply to another post, moved here to avoid spamming OP’s notifications)

Story time, after hitting peak trans I said to myself “self, let’s not be too quick to judge transgender ideology, let’s try to put ourselves in their shoes and understand how they feel” and I searched and read a bunch of pro trans articles and tried to see where they were coming from. But all they seemed to say was “it’s how I ~FEEL INSIDE~” and go on about intangible fluffy gender feels. This was when Rachel Dolezal was making the news and I read a lot of arguments for how transgender isn’t the same as transracial and someone said “transracial is just pretending and fooling people, transgender is me being my authentic self!”

So okay. Maybe it’s feelings, maybe it’s not something that can be debated. I tried a thought experiment to bring out my own “cisgender identity”. “Self, what if we suddenly woke up tomorrow to find ourselves trapped in a male body? Wouldn’t it feel terribly wrong? Wouldn’t we cringe every time someone referred to us as “he” because that’s not who we really are? Wouldn’t we be desperate to go back to our real female self, wouldn’t we feel awful and tortured until our body matched our innate female gender again?”

But nope, results of thought experiment: if I magically turned into a man I would just shrug and get on with my life. If I were biologically male, “he” would be factual and appropriate. The only reason I’m “she” now is because of my biological sex, it has nothing to do with my sense of self. But what did that result mean? Was transgenderism a pile of crap, or had I discovered that I actually wasn’t cis after all? But if I’m not cis, does that mean I’m trans? In that case shouldn’t I instinctively be able to understand and sympathize with all these ~innate gender feels~ people are always going on about?

More reading, more research. Yeah, no, this just doesn’t add up. It’s a house of cards whose integrity depends on everyone you meet validating your nebulous internal identity. It’s not just gender critical people/radfems who don’t feel any inner innate gender, no one innately has a gender, there is no gender center of the brain, what people are feeling is alignment or misalignment with patriarchal prescriptions of personality based on biological sex and they’re mistaking that for something that comes from deep inside their soul.

That belief necessarily entails the belief that men are innately one way and women are innately another which is sexist bullshit and it’s sad and frightening how the gender cult is brainwashing people, especially vulnerable kids and teenagers, into basing their entire sense of self on sexist lies and vocally supporting and perpetuating the patriarchy’s oppressive gender system. :(