Y'all The First Chapter Is Up

someone give me a character to do this with

Fandoms to choose from are…

TAZ Balance

Night At The Museum

WordGirl

Gravity Falls

Lupin III

Any Ghibli Movie

Pokemon

Tintin

Steven Universe

Psych

I dunno, anything else I’ve posted about in the past

Alors je travaille avec mon ami Chris pour le département du théâtre en notre école, et certains de les acteurs cassent les pieds à moi! J'en ai ras-le-bol avec eux. Un acteur, appelons-le Marc, m'ignore constamment quand je lui demande s'il a le reste de son costume à son maison. NOUS AVONS UNE SEMAINE JUSQU'A LA COMÉDIE MUSICALE!!!! NOUS AVONS BESOIN DE SAVOIR OÙ EST SON COSTUME!!! En tant que responsable des costumes j'ai vraiment besoin de savoir où sont les choses, mais il agit comme si j'étais stupide!!!

Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

I am transmasc. 

This is something that I did not truly realize and accept until recently.

Hello, you can call me M, my pronouns are they/he.

I was an eccentric child growing up, in my earliest years I played with the boys and their trucks, enjoyed superheros and comic books, and stomped in the mud. I can remember two separate occasions where I asked my mom “are you sure I was born to be a girl? I feel like I’m probably a guy”, and both occasions she told me she knew I was a girl, even if I liked things that traditionally boys did. 

I moved during elementary school. Suddenly there were only two boys in my class, and nine other girls besides me. It was a Catholic private school and there were uniforms. The girls wore skirts and blouses or blouses and slacks, but my mom preferred the way the skirt looked on me so I didn’t get much of a choice. My hair was a cute bob that just barely didn’t touch my shoulders, and I always wore a flowery headband. I didn’t play with the boys because they didn’t like including girls in their tag games since girls ran slower.  Besides, if I ran around too much my tights would start to run. 

I started middle school in that same private school, except now the girls wore polos with a sweater or sweater vest and the option between a kilt or slacks. We were forced to wear our kilts on the days we went to church in order to look presentable for the lord. My hair was long and wavy, but I always tied it into an ugly low pony because I didn’t have much time in the morning. There was only one guy in our class this year, him and I were friends.

I ended middle school in a different school entirely. I wasn’t used to the freedom in clothing choice that public school brought. I would try to wear whatever looked “cool”, over-feminizing myself in order to seem like a normal girl. My hair was still long and still up. I stayed friends with a single kid from private school, even though we were in separate schools now. I had exactly two close guy friends when I ended middle school. 

Freshman year, and I’m still struggling to grasp basic fashion, though sometimes I managed to put together a cohesive outfit. No matter the outfit’s success, however, it always felt like it wasn’t made for my body. My hair, once halfway down my back, was once again chopped to a cute bob. I tried eyeliner for the first time. I started to realize that I might not completely be a girl, but the title ‘Demigirl’ feels right.

It’s only in sophomore year that I allow myself to consider the possibility that I’m not truly a girl in any sense. I only have one guy friend now, but I don’t know if they count since we’re dating and they’re starting to question their gender. My outfits started to finally look and feel good. I allow my masculinity to flow freely through the clothes I wear, though still wearing eyeliner in order to keep myself pretty. I chop my hair the shortest it’s ever been. I am nonbinary.

Junior year brings quite a few changes in only a few months. I meet a senior who I befriend, and him and I are scarily similar. He tells me about his journey with gender and guides me through my feelings about mine. My outfits are very rarely feminine anymore, and I only wear eyeliner on fancy occasions. I feel gender dysphoria for the first time. I feel gender euphoria for the first time. My hair is still short as I grow it out from a crappy mullet I had gotten the summer prior. I am out to all my teachers. Am I a trans man, or simply a masc-leaning enby? November 2024 comes to a close and I am only three months into my junior year, and I cannot wait to watch my gender evolve and grow. Getting ready in the bathroom each morning I think back to preschool me asking my mom if I should have been made a boy. Man my hindsight is 20/20.

I did not expect to find an Alan Partridge quote in a book about Paul McCartney lmao

IT WAS JUST 64 DEGREES YESTERDAY WHAT DO YOU MEAN TODAY HAS A HIGH OF 37

antidepressants? Nah, just go outside and feel the breeze on your face and bask in the sunshine and listen to Sister Golden Hair by the band America

I’m convinced Alan Partridge isn’t just a character anymore, it’s like a Jekyll and Hyde situation

taking notes in English > taking notes in franglish > taking notes in a horrid mixture of English, French, and Latin

I love ADHD cause I will see one small thing in a big expanse of media, let’s say a ship for example, and then hyperfixate on it for maybe two weeks. I love Autism cause occasionally it will kick in and suddenly instead of said ship being a hyperfixation it’s now a special interest and I need to know absolutely everything about this niche faction of media and consume all the fanart, fanfics, headcannons, and facts about it. Case in point, Jedtavius. I binged all four NATM movies recently (PSA don’t watch the animated one, it sucks) and saw the evolution of Jedediah and Octavius’ relationship throughout, and it became my new hyperfixation. I consumed a bunch of fics, some fanart, and though that was gonna be it…until the special interest kicked in and now I know incredibly too much information about two figures in history that have nothing to do with one another. And that’s not to portray autism or ADHD as being turned on and off like the flip of a switch, they’re always there, it’s just not often that my hyperfixations and special interests overlap surprisingly. Anyways if y’all wanna see me rant about my favorite two tiny gays please let me know. Happy autism awareness month!

Autism is having a special interest and researching every niche aspect of said interest, being really excited to share info about it when someone asks. ADHD is being unable to give someone complete info on your special interest when they ask because your memory is shit and you can only remember vague details.