When I Was A Tiny Baby Queer (aka A 24-year-old), I Went To My First Pride Festival Probably Three Months

The thing about Enid is, I went into this show expecting her to be on the level of obnoxiously cheery as the campers in Addams Family Values, and the same level of overbearing and bitchy. But in her very first scene, she proves to be more than just a comedic foil by backing off when she sees Wednesday recoiling from her offered hug. She recognizes that Wednesday isn’t comfortable with being hugged by her, and she immediately respects that.

Then she continues to be a likable contrast to Wednesday, making her disgust/disapproval for several of Wednesday’s antics known, but keeping the story about her pet scorpion in confidence, backing off again and again whenever Wednesday doesn’t want to hug her, and amending her statement about wanting Wednesday to cheer her team on by saying she can just glare from the shore instead. And she does tease Wednesday a little about being such a weirdo, but never with any malice.

Each little act of acceptance toward Wednesday’s oddities makes Enid a character that grows on you at the same time she’s growing on Wednesday. Because although she does get Wednesday out of her comfort zone, she also puts in effort to make Wednesday more comfortable in a new and strange setting.

The matching snoods is a really fun example of how she does both simultaneously, because it’s definitely NOT something Wednesday is into, but Enid had the consideration to make Wednesday’s black and not pink like hers. And as much as Wednesday finds the whole idea embarrassing, she can’t openly mock it to Enid’s face because she knows her heart’s in the right place, and she is genuinely a great friend whom she doesn’t want to hurt.

Wednesday is constantly pushed into doing things she doesn’t want to do, kept at a place where she doesn’t want to be, and bombarded with advances she doesn’t want to be bothered with, and Enid is the first person to let her choose what she wants to do. They’re like straight up the story of the girl who turns into a cat and runs away from all her potential suitors except for the one who never tries to catch her, and that’s a big part of what makes the scene where they finally do hug so great; because Enid has become someone who is so important to her that Wednesday hugs her because now she actually wants to.

just girl-best-roommate things part two a follow-up to wenclair kafka quote my beloved

wednesday as anime 🖤🕷️🕸️

Not every day has to count. Some days are for repairing, resting, mourning. You don't have to perform every day. Some days are for doing nothing. For sleeping all day or being on your phone. Relaxing is ok, allowed and encouraged. Do what you need to do.

*cackling*

If OTW weren’t around, this wouldn’t be “scaremongering”: It would be the inescapable status quo.

Person: I want a story where witches do everyday magic, like spells woven into clothing and charmed earrings and spells made from knitting-

Me: *grabs their face* The Circle of Magic series. The thing you are describing is Tamora Pierce’s Circle of Magic series.

Me: There are four main characters, a white girl who has power to control and and bespell textiles, a black lesbian who can shape and enchant metal, a fat girl very easily interpreted as asexual who can control weather and cause natural disasters, and a possibly aromantic boy of color who can talk to plants. Their mentors include two queer women in a relationship and a black man. The entire series revolves around their friendship and supporting and drawing strength from each other.

Me: Along with this are very strong feminist themes, and not that exclusively white woman feminism, like real anti-racism, anti-classism, and sexual liberation stuff, along with storylines about honoring your culture while breaking away from what is traditionally accepted, anti-war sentiments and dealing with grief and PTSD.

Me: This is literally everything tumblr has ever asked for and it has existed for nearly TWENTY YEARS

Me: Please read it.

Send me to Mars with party supplies before next august 5th

Dandelion (A Villain Story)

You stub your toe and the mind control breaks.

Your power snaps from the shock and the hundred or so clones you’d been controlling disappear with a pop! You hold your breath as the steel they’d been carrying clangs loudly in the cavernous room. You’re the only one in this sector but that was loud. If by some miracle nobody heard that, surely your abductor will notice you’re free any moment now—

Devil Eyes doesn’t notice.

You cover your mouth with both hands, pressing so hard that your teeth creak. There’s a hysterical giggle struggling to claw its way up your throat. You’ve been shot, stabbed, and beaten, but this is what it takes to break Devil Eyes’ control? Your pinky toe throbbing after kicking a stray steel beam?

Fuck, that’s funny.

You breathe in through your nose slowly. Only when your lungs hurt worse than your toe from how much air you’re holding in them do you release your mouth. You breathe out in six quick bursts. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.

You’re free.

Holy shit, you’re free! How long has it been? Six months? Eight? You know it’s not summer anymore, but Devil Eyes has had you working in the depths of his lair for weeks now and you’ve lost track of time. That’s fine though, you’re pretty sure you’re still in Arizona and there’s sunshine even in winter. Your breath hitches in your chest. The sun! Oh, the sun, you want to see the sun so bad and now you can because you’re free–

Don’t cry. Don’t make a sound. Assess. Act.

Escape.

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I was talking to one of my cis guy friends, and I called him “the big man” and he said, “that just made me very happy.” And the tone in his voice, I just knew exactly how he felt, “that’s gender euphoria!” I exclaimed. 

I don’t know why I never realized, but yeah. Cis people experience euphoria. Like many cis guys who go to the gym do it to affirm their gender. The cis men who get mad at being emasculated–they’re experiencing dysphoria! Trans people aren’t different or odd for experiencing these things. We’re just like everyone else, and somehow nobody talks about it! 

Like my femboy friend gets euphoria from being gnc, but he gets dysphoria by the idea of someone calling him a girl or using the wrong pronouns. Cause cis people have their own gender identities, they just happen to align with their agab. 

It all makes sense. 

I feel like cis people might understand if we explained it like this. Maybe I’m just being hopeful though. I’ve always just thought the “well they feel like the opposite” explanation is lacking any amount of personal relation that a cis person could attach to. 

cue the orchestra in the back