straight trans people arent "a waste" actually. straight trans women arent "cursed" with attraction to men. straight trans men arent "predators" who transition to male privilege. yall have GOT to be normal about straight trans people
because this always comes up:
- the word hermaphrodite is a slur when used to talk about human beings
- it is also inaccurate to describe (most, if not all) intersex people in that way
- “true hermaphrodite” is sometimes still used to describe someone with ovotesticular syndrome. it is up to an individual person whether or not they choose to refer to themselves in that way
- also ovotesticular syndrome is one of the less common intersex variations
- intersex people will sometimes choose to reclaim the word, but many of us prefer not to use it
- if you are not intersex stop using the word hermaphrodite to refer to human beings
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Quick little drawing of our favourite queer Spideys 😌
I haven’t posted any art in a hot second because I’ve been thinking about psychonauts and it’s been having a war with tf2 in my brain. They’ve come to a stalemate and are now merging into a singular entity (I’ve been designing a tf2 psychonauts au)
If I ever complete this collection of designs and shit I’ll elaborate on what any of this means. But I’m not going to now because if I start talking I won’t stop
North: What’s the dumbest thing you believed before you became deviant?
Markus: That I was heterosexual.
Simon: *whips his head around so fast his neck fucking snaps*
Simon: Truth or Dare?
Markus: Truth.
Simon: I dare you to come over here and kiss me right now.
Markus [preparing to leap across the circle]: Alright, fine.
Josh: He didn’t even say dare???
Texts between college/human AU Markus and Daniel
Markus: dude, you never told me your brother was hot
Daniel: we are twins
Daniel: he literally looks just like me
Markus: nah bro, you got a face like
>:[
And he has a face like
UwU
Daniel: ...
Daniel: don't touch him
Markus: I'm gonna ask him out
North: Why are your tongues purple?
Simon: We had slushies. I had a blue one.
Markus: I had a red one.
North: oh
North:
North: OH
Josh:
Josh: You drank each other's slushies??
#HELPDHDHSJA the incorrect quotes gen gave me this perfection I didn't edit a single thing about it I'm screaming#There was a 25% chance it would be simarkus and look at that#Their power#dbh#incorrect dbh#Simarkus#Sikus#detroit become human#Dbh Simon#Dbh Markus#Dbh North#Dbh josh#Please ignore the fact that they can't drink slushies to enjoy this#Dbh memes#simon x markus#markus x simon
Markus: Wiv noh datn!
North: What?
Markus, climbing off Simon's lap & face: I said, we're not dating.
Thinking about medic being afraid of mortality.
Not in the normal way that humans are, but like... You know.
He's done everything in his power to make sure he *won't die*
He's made deals with religious entities he doesn't even believe in, he's gone against every law of science he can possibly break to find out what combination of organs and chemicals and horrible unethical surgeries will make someone invincible. He's done everything he can, and maybe it's enough.... For him.
But then he fell in love.
He fell for Scout. He fell for a clumsy little idiot who doesn't have any sense of self preservation. Scout charges headlong into a stream of bullets guarded by nothing but his thin, Mann Co issue t shirt and the hope he's fast enough to dodge it all. He's not, he never is, and Medic is so constantly aware of it.
But he can't recreate everything he did on scout. Scout isn't going to be the invincible übermensch that he made himself into, scout is always just gonna be a skinny kid from Boston with a buck toothed smile that, for some reason, medic can't stay away from.
He's waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, furiously checking Scouts pulse and making sure he's okay, because what if he just... Fades away? What if he's just gone one moment and that's it? All his work is for nothing because he can't enjoy it with anyone? He can't enjoy being alone anymore, not now that he's waking up every day with a muffled "mornin' tough guy, you sleep good?" in his ear. He can't live as the most powerful man in the world anymore, not if it means he can work late at night without Scout coming in and blabbering in his ear about something he has no interest about. Not if it means he's got to sleep alone again. Not if it means that he has to go back to being blissfully unattached, apathetic to human life, just doing whatever benefits *him*.
Because things were definitely easier without Scout, he didn't have any worries, any panicked nightmares about watching him bleed out because he's so painfully and horribly *human*
But as stressful as it is, hes... Happy. And he's never had that before. He's been content, he's been curious, he's been manic and obsessed, but never just... Happy. Happy to lay on the couch with a comforting weight on his chest, the weight of a much smaller man who loves him for everything he does no matter how insane. And he loves scout too, despite everything.
He can't function anymore. Everything he knew, everything he's been working for, it's all.... Worthless now, isn't it? All for a boy half his age with the emotional awareness of someone even younger.
But he would still choose scout. Every time.
Why does everything I read have to be sad 😭
The best thing about that article is that there gets to be a point where you’re like surely. Surely we can’t get sexier and less-martyr-y than this. And that point is about a 3rd of the way through the piece.
Adding one of my faves not included in the article:
Nicolas Régnier (1591–1667) Saint Sebastian tended by Saint Irène, c.1625,
some sketches for a project from last year
We owe it to our commitment to the truth, to not interfere in the story. That is the choice. The moment we act, we are involved with creating the story, and as we become a part of it, it becomes partially about us, and the truth then may never be known. Actors cannot be unbiased. Actors become targets. RIP spaghetti belongings.