Hey, Internet? If I Butchered Greek And Norse Mythology For A Book I Want To Write (Wattpad, So Nothing

Hello fellow authors! ✍️

Just a quick reminder: WRITE WHAT YOU WANT

Don’t let the opinions of others dim your creativity or dictate your writing. Embrace your ideas, no matter how wild or unconventional they may seem.

Some of the greatest works came from breaking the rules.

when I get cured of my dyspraxia, it's OVER for all of you (satire)

Any words from me at 1 am can't begin explain how much I appreciate this, but thank you so much!!! <3

(I will definitely explore this in my world building, I would love to write something nice about them ✨)

hey, internet? If I butchered Greek and Norse mythology for a book I want to write (Wattpad, so nothing too fancy), would that be okay? Or would it be better if I take what I like about them and make my own thing up?

This LGBT+ society has Loveless vibes 😍😁🫠😲

genderfluids:

The question is

I'm genderfluid

Is this subject to change if I retake the quiz???

Low-key lol-ing

Take the quiz for yourself if you're interested! It's completely free and short, enjoy yourself!

https://www.idrlabs.com/gender-coordinates/test.php

Michael Holden and Tori Spring are not dating, but they're not just friends either.

They just are, they just exist together.

Now that I have a binder I'm now just noticing these little things I did- like, push down on my chest randomly throughout the day (my hand missed and I was surprised I did but then I realised that I did that a lot), slouch aggressively (that might be the autism) and do a T-Rex arm whenever I shifted movement unexpectedly or needed to put the rubbish bag in the big bin to not notice the two baseball's attached to me move- the more you fucking know, oh my god.

Introduction post

Dear Reader,

Welcome to this blog, if you enjoy your time here, there is something fundamentally wrong with you. Let's be friends.

My name is Reid, I am 20 years old and I am genderfluid. I am a white, agnostic, pan-romantic on the ace spectrum INFJ-T. I will make sure that, if any, there will only be sfw interactions on this blog and I DNI with the following user types: homophobes, transphobes, racists, pedophiles, SWERFs, TERFs, Zionists, anti-Palestine supporters, anti-Ukraine supporters, Pro-Trump supporters, Pro-Putin supporters, minors.

The general posts that will come up on this blog will be whatever is in my head that I want to let out, most likely about my likes and hobbies, reposts of things I relate to and support, and that is all that it will be for now. I do write fiction, for myself, that I would like to post someday, but until then, I will just let the stories marinate in it's sad gayness.

I like reading, specifically fantasy and action, queer media especially. I actually started this blog because I read Solitaire by Alice Oseman. When I'm not reading, I'm crocheting and listening to music, my taste generally changes but I am a Swiftie at heart. My theme song is a tie between Dear Reader by Taylor Swift and Disenchanted by My Chemical Romance. This is most likely the type of riveting posts you might see in the future if you would like to be mutuals :)

I have stated it before, but I want to make a clear note here that this blog is meant to be for myself, and have a place to be when I don't want to be "me-offline". This is going to be somewhat of my safespace, it just happens that I thought it would be a fun little life choice to increase my carbon footprint and put my thoughts on the internet. The thoughts that will not be responding to any hate, and that support the ceasefire and freedom of Palestine.

Thank you for reading this post, and getting to know me a little, it would be nice to know other like-minded people on here, so you're welcome to DM me any time. Enjoy the rest of your time on Earth, goodbye.

From, Reid ✷

Edit: Lately I've written a lot about my home life, but I want to write about the happy things more than the bad things now.

I'm getting my binder in a few hours, it's like 2 am now, and it's something I've needed since I first got the notice, or you could call it "the memo" about my certain set of chromosomes in biology, I don't know. Even before I knew what the reason was, my chest always felt wrong to me, at first I was always neutral about the idea of having something grow out of me but then when I realised it was still attached to me and my every move and the most uncomfortable part of being in clothes that weren't baggy and then it just felt like a practice test for my specific circle in hell to hug other people so awkwardly now, so I had to block the knowledge that I possess a chest out of my mind to be sane. Then I thought: This is bullshit. This is just wrong. (Awkward teenager body change realisation, but then, dysphoria:) If I don't wear the oversized school uniform and cut all my hair off, I'm going to die. What's wrong with me?

Well, I got an answer dramatic little me would be blown away by. Now I'm getting what I've been hoping to find for the whole year now and can afford now that I got a good job. But why does it feel like I'm going to be sick with anxiety? I am angry at myself for feeling like I'm going to throw up and having shaking hands. I am sad that I don't feel so excited. I'm genderfluid, more often than not this year I've not been a girl, I don't even feel a connection to being a girl right now.

I think it's because of my family, I've only told my mom, but my dad is giving me a lift to get it, not knowing what I'm getting. All this time, I've been hoping to find somewhere I can finally get a binder and now that I've finally found it, I was so happy in the days leading up to tonight. I've had countless dreams this year of finally getting to hug my parents the same as I did as a kid, but in a better version of who I am today. I'm overthinking myself sick. Stop it. I'm going to be okay.

If it is everything I dreamed of, this would be the best thing to come of all the sleepless nights trying to block out the daunting thoughts that I will never feel right in my body, but not having the means to make the changes permanent. I have looked at everything, I know what I'm too scared to try for now, but this binder is my first step. I think I put too much pressure on this first step without realisation, and I'm not kind to myself when I fail at something it turns I'm not good at.

So I've realised that I have to remind myself this, there is no one way to be a gender. Gender is a form of expression. It's about bringing to the outside what is on the inside, not about what is taking in the validation of what is on the outside. Not everyone feels a specific one way of trying something new to express themselves, but they only know once they try it that it is right for them. And if it isn't, the best thing they can do, is be kind to themselves and recognise that they can try something new again to find what feels right for them.

I've only been aware that I don't fit into the cis category for certain this year, but I've been educating myself from the loving and supportive voices of others in the trans community. A trans person's experience is not a "one size fits all" experience for everyone, and I know that if this says anything about me, I want to say I never not feel happy literally for those on my fyp who get to live as themselves, happy and safe, from their hard work to get to where they are today. For another trans person reading this post, I hope that, no matter what step you're on or place in life you're in, the patience you have for yourself during your journey will reap so many rewards, self love and peace of mind. If you see this post and want to talk, offer some advice or insight, or be friends, I'd like that :)

I feel like I didn't come into the world screaming. My sibling was born angry and loud, the world wasn't ready for them, but I don't hear the same story about myself, just that I came out with hair and fingernails, that I wasn't ready to come into the world yet. I'm quiet, not nimble, but quiet. I scare people when they don't hear my footsteps, I always need to raise my voice to be heard, but it doesn't make me feel safe. I can't shout when I'm scared, I can't scream when my emotions bottle up, I physically can't talk to anyone because the words hurt to say. I hate that everything is quiet. I love music. I listen to screaming sometimes. But I hate being overwhelmed with the sound of people. People are volatile. People are angry. I'm never angry, not if I'm hidden away. But then I have to leave my safe space, and it's not just the normal bad parts of the world I become afraid of. Sometimes you know you're safe, but people act like they will betray that trust you have for them. Then had for them. But they're everything. You have to have hope they won't do this again, as long as you stay in line. You can't bring this up again. You have to be quiet again. But my thoughts are never quiet. But that's just my problem, then.