i really hate how online queer discourse has become “which flavor of trans person is most acceptable to treat like absolute shit”
based on real tweets/quotes - mostly rafayel
Bro, it might be me...
"kitten! get ready for daddy's data transfer!"
I think that it's really important for people to realize that being disabled is traumatic. genuinely. your body and brain feel like they are breaking down and wrong. you are in constant heavy stress from stuff like chronic pain. most disabled people i know have a somewhat regular emotional break down from the trauma of it all. and we are expected to just smile through it by society, to not be in the way, to not be an issue.
reblog if you’re one of them queers 💪💪💪
explicit sexual content, a bit of dark content. contains gn! reader, obsession, stalking, allusions to xavier accidentally killing mc's grandma and best friend (caleb)🧌 the both of you live in townhouses instead of an apartment. written on mar. '24
perv!xavier who always pries into your private life, subtly asking for more details.
perv!xavier who shares his clearance with you and offers to drop you home just so he can know your current location. perv!xavier, who just so happens to be walking past your home and stops to say hi to you-- through your window while you face away from him, towel the only thing covering his body.
xavier's the soft-spoken, sleepy boy you befriend and, as you get closer, allows you to rely more and more on him when it comes to your issues. he could never give you a good solution though, eyes taking glances at your collarbones and stomach that peeks out whenever you stretch in that white fluffy sweater he gifted you. focusing on your lips, he eventually nods to whatever it is you're saying in "understanding."
the more he got closer to you, the more his life took a downward spiral. he was a good guy who was always focused on saving people-- saving the world. but when you found him on that mission, he just couldn't get enough of you and no matter how hard he tried to stay away, you two would always cross paths. xavier became more interested with every interaction. he craved to see you more and more so here he was-- just outside your home. he wasn't stalking you... you told him where you lived and said specifically to "come by whenever" he wanted. and that's just what he did.
your towelled body becomes bare as you push yourself up onto the bed, laying on your stomach while your legs move back and forth in the air as you smile and giggle. xavier's eyebrows twitch and his eyes darken as his nails dig into his skin. what were you so damn happy about? to be honest, xavier was ready to kill anyone who set his hands on you. it's not like it wouldn't be the first time, though, he would make certain, unlike before, there would be no casualties involved, not that you had anyone left after the first incident.
xavier spots you rolling onto your stomach. your fingers trace down your body, sending shivers down your spine before you fuck yourself onto them. xavier follows suit, unzipping his pants and stroking his cock. he watches you intently, looking at the way your mouth forms words-- said word being xavier. the slow sounding out of it and the fact that you called out his name throws him for a loop as he cums right then and there, a choked whine leaving him.
looking at the mess on his hand, he pouts, a bit annoyed he couldn't last longer. he looks back up to spot you still at work, your phone now resting on your bed. focusing his eyes, xavier stares at the electronic device to see the displayed photo of said boy outside your window, previously in the comfort of his own home with his shirt held by his teeth while he pumped at his cock.
autism is an insane condition because i spent all day feeling like dogshit and then i shut my windows and door and immediately felt like 95% better because it was quiet and dark. like WHAT
btw, shoutout to disabled people who don’t do everything right.
to disabled people who knowingly do things that will make their condition (temporarily or permanently) worse.
to disabled people who aren’t the ‘perfect’ disabled person that does everything possible.
to disabled people who refuse to push themselves too hard or try to live up to able-bodied standards, and to disabled people who (knowingly or not) push themselves too hard and suffer because of it.
able-bodied people seem to struggle with the idea that disabled people can do whatever they want with their bodies. they seem to think disabled people should be doing what’s best for them 24/7, and should never do “bad/wrong” things.
disabled people deserve respect and autonomy, always.
“why am i dizzy” i ask myself, as if i do not simply have the Dizzy Disorder