Inadvertently Got My Brother Obsessed With One Of My Special Interests

y'all I just submitted a drabble into the NATM Search drabble and I'm unreasonably scared to see how this plays out...

Anywhooooo, I'll publish it to AO3 after the contest is over June 23rd, it's not too late to submit your works!!!

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

Considering my new camp name the title of this post is oddly prophetic….

I drew myself Octavius

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.

Mwah ha ha ha ha is a funny villain laugh and even funnier when you imagine it beginning with a kiss

The phrase “c’mon snake, let’s rattle” means you more challenging someone to a fight, or asking them to dance.

concept. A jedtavius fic with the title “c’mon snake, let’s rattle” that starts with them still waging war against each other, then starting to trust each other more, and ends with them dancing together years later and being mutually in love

Not using the tags because these have stories

Three main songs come to mind, Yellow Submarine (the Beatles), B.J. Don’t Cry (Moxy Früvous), and Electric Car (They Might Be Giants).

When I was a child I would NEVER go down to bed easily, I’m talking would stay up for ages because I was afraid of nightmares (I did not have nightmares nearly often enough for this to be a relevant fear). So to combat this this, my dad developed the habit of sitting in my room and singing to me while he held me in the rocking chair, and his favorite song to sing to me was Yellow Submarine. I LOVED this song (and I still do) because it always made me think of being warm and safe in my dad’s arms, and when he sings it now to my youngest brother when he can’t sleep I tear up a lil.

If you did not grow up in Ontario, Canada or most of Upstate New York, the chances are that your ears were never graced with the acapella sounds of Moxy Früvous. Think the exact middle point between Barenaked Ladies and They Might Be Giants, and that’s basically Moxy Früvous. Their most popular album was titled Bargainville, and one year (before I was born) my dad illegally burnt a copy of Bargainville onto a CD for my mom, and the two of them played it quite a bit for me growing up. My absolute favorite song was called B. J. Don’t Cry, the story of this guy who falls in love but she doesn’t love him the same and he banishes her from his kingdom when she cheats on him a bunch (obviously I didn’t comprehend this as a kid). When I tell you little 3yo me knew all the lyrics, I knew ALL the lyrics, and I would skip to that song on the CD. I played that so much that when I play the CD now 14 years later it’s so scratched over B.J. Don’t Cry from how often I listened to it.

Around the same age as the other two songs, I first heard Electric Car. My mother had recently gotten a new phone, and kept the old one for me to play educational games on and listen to kids music. One of the apps (I can’t remember the name) had the music video for Electric Car, and I loved it so much and it calmed me down so much that we incorporated it into my bedtime routine (remember how I said I struggled to go down to bed?). I would put on my favorite duck pajamas, get in bed between my mom and dad, and then watch the music video before going to bed.

The moral of the story? KIDS REMEMBER EARLY MUSICAL MEMORIES, ESPECIALLY ONES THAT MEAN A LOT TO THEM!!!

reblog and put in the tags the earliest songs you remember actively liking as a child (asking adults to play them for you, learning the lyrics, being excited when they came on the radio etc.)

alors il y a quelques jours j’ai aimé un tiktok et c’était totalement en français, mais maintenant plus que demi de le tiktoks sur mon fyp sont totalement en français…. français n’est pas ma langue première

sometimes I get anxious about my weight and then I remember that one time a few months ago that my friend and I thought it would be funny to see how much my chest weighed and it came out to 3.5ish lbs, so really I’m not too far off of my goal weight, I just have heavy boobs

y’all I had a dream the other day that it was only three days til Christmas and I had bought absolutely no gifts for my friends and family and I was stressin