King Letting The Collector Hold Francois Lives Rent Free In My Head.

You get it!!

I don't think she's transphobic at all, she's just coping in the way some kids do - anything that makes them feel weird in some way, such as loss or change, they push back against and end up being kinda nasty

Brits who used to watch Horrid Henry! Didn’t his grandma call him Henrietta? If that’s true then could that mean Henry’s trans?

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Hey I just wanted to know how you are doing on your Brainy Smurf fanfic!!! It sounds amazing and I can't wait to read it!!! :3

I never finished it, but here's what I did write :)

I love this funky dude so much!! Hes so gender btw.

Hey uh... the prefix ‘proso’ refers specifically to the face. It’s the ‘agnosia’ part that refers to the lack of recognition, not the proso part. Just thought I’d say. A better word for it might be ‘genderagnosia,’ or something along those lines. It would definitely fit the definition of the identity better.

Prosogender

A label for when you are unable to recognise your gender(s). You may or may not be able to recognise other people’s genders, and you may or may not be able to recognise certain parts of your gender(s). This label functions as both a standalone gender and a placeholder. Based off the neurodivergent condition of Prosopagnosia, a.k.a face blindness (though this gender is not limited to those with Prosopagnosia).

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In highschool I wrote a story about a middle-generation of stellar travelers. Their parents were born on earth and left as children, and the middle generation will not live long enough to see their destination. They live their entire lives on the ship and I wrote about them trying to find their place in everything. They will never know blue skies and warm beaches and open fields with warm breezes. They’ll never know birdsong or crickets or frogs. They’ll never hear the rain on the roof of a dreary day. I never could find the right way to end the story. I wanted it to be a happy ending, but I didn’t know how to do it.

I realize now that it was a book about me dealing with depression before I even knew it. Looking back at how blatant the projecting was, it’s obvious now. It wasn’t then.

In the story, the middle-generation people are lost. They’re apathetic. They’re just a placeholder. The only job they have is to keep the ship running, have kids, and die. As the middle generation of people began becoming adults, suicide rates were skyrocketing. Crime and drug rates were jumping. This generation was completely apathetic because they felt that they had no use.

In the story, a small group of people in the middle-generation create the Weather Project. They turn the ship into a terrarium. They make magnificent gardens and take the DNA of animals they took with them and recreate them and they make this cold, metal spaceship that they have to live their entire lives on into a home. They take what little they have and they break it and rearrange it into something beautiful. They take this radical idea and turn the ship into a wonderful jungle of trees and birds and sunshine.

And I realize now how much it reflects my state of mind as I transitioned from a child into an adult while dealing with depression. You always hear “it gets better” and “when you’re older things will be easier” and I was so sick of waiting for it to get better. I was in the middle-generation stage. And I was sick of it. I was so sick of waiting.

When I was in highschool I didn’t know how to end the story. I didn’t know how to have a happy ending. I didn’t have the life experience then to finish the story in a meaningful way. I didn’t know how to make it better for these middle-generation characters.

But now that I’m older, I’m learning. That if you sit and wait for things to get better, it never will. You have to take your life and break it apart and rearrange it into something beautiful. You have to make the cold metal ship into the garden that you deserve. You have to make your own meaning. You have to plant your own garden.

You have to teach yourself that being happy is not a radical idea.

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Parents think it's a sin for their children to disobey them. Parents think it's okay to assault their children in order to instill the fear of God in them.

Those parents are prime examples of using the lord's name in vain. But they don't want their children to know that. So they instead invent some bullshit definition.

post friendship breakup collector too emotional to try killing people

Cool, ty, it is just a hc, then

I was confused bc people were saying he was illiterate like it's a fact and I wanted to know if I'd missed something

But really he just can't write and we don't know the reason why- could be loss of fingers, could be he was never taught

If he could write but no longer can because he struggles to hold a brush, I wouldn't count that as illiteracy

C-can I ask where the idea that Sanemi is illiterate came from?

Is it that comment about how he can't write to Tanjirou at the end??

Because I'm pretty sure that's due to the loss of his right index and middle fingers... he just can't hold a brush anymore-

I'm pretty sure his crow (or maybe Kiriya I can't recall) says he enjoys reading Tanjirou's letters, but can't write back

Learning to use his left hand would be really hard and he's probably embarrassed about it, that's what I took it to mean