I Feel The Pain Man. And I Don't Even Get Paid To Animate.

I know I'm late but take it.

"My favorite memory? Well, everyone has been to the zoo at least once in their lives."

Kaaru is a gentle and caring girl... for animals.

We, the Gregaverse, are trying to lure you into our world of fantasy.

Mweheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh

But you're only allowed in with me as your filter.

what the fuck

@mason-gaylord​

I love himb

Over the years I've been asked by several bio family members what happened to "make" me "choose" being trans. This has always pissed me off because I didn't know what they wanted me to answer with. There was no one thing that "did it". It was years of abuse, neglect, and bullying from my own family that conditioned the many traits that now make up who I am. After one afternoon with my therapist I realized the start of my conditioning began when my father told me he was disappointed at my birth when I was a girl because he had hoped for a boy. Unfortunately for him my bio mom's three prior pregnancies, only one viable, were all girls, meaning there was almost a zero chance that I could have ever been a male at birth. But from that moment on I began to change myself to be as good of a kid as I could he wouldn't care that I was a girl. But then he began to shoot me down left and right, saying I wasn't built for it, saying I wasn't going to ever be able to do it. That coupled with the things my bio mom and her mom would tell me daily, I had no chance.

Being a trans man isn't something that can happen overnight. From my experience it can take years or even lifetimes to understand what it is. When I learned about transgender people in my sophomore health class, a lot of the things I had been feeling for my whole life finally made sense. I also often found myself asking anyone I could to learn all that was available to me to understand who I am and what i am.

It's not rocket science and I wish the ignorant among the population would get that into their heads. They just need to ask politely like @doberbutts. The only thing that pisses me off more than the ignorant being rude is when I explain it to them and then they refuse to believe me. When I told my father that he was the catalyst he spent the next hour trying to gaslight me into believing he wasn't. This is the same man who doesn't use my preferred name, preferred pronouns, and still calls me his daughter when introducing me to strangers.

I hope this answers some of your requests dober.

❗️❗️ This is asked entirely in good faith. This post is intended to open dialogue and help with solidarity and understanding. ❗️❗️

I would like to hear specifically from trans men and trans mascs how the system of [whatever the fuck you call the intersection of transphobia, misogyny, and specifically your gender- whether transandrophobia, isomisogny, antitransmasculinity, transandromisia, transmisandry, or any that I have missed as there are a lot of words to describe similar concepts] uniquely targets and affects you. Things that you feel other demographics do not experience. Reblogs and replies are very encouraged! If you would prefer, you could dm or send an ask to be added anonymously by me.

This is in the spirit of wanting to understand. I am listening. I encourage all non-trans-mascs to not speak on this topic and let trans mascs and trans men do the talking here. Reblog the post to spread it, but please say nothing.

Any and all people who identify as trans men and/or trans mascs are encouraged to participate.

This is not bait to start a fight. I will block without hesitation anyone who is actively being a shithead on this post. I want to hear and uplift your voices by getting it directly from you.

Click this to access the trans fem and trans women version of this post.

Click this to access the nonbinary version of this post.

Click this to access the intersex version of this post.

This is so sweet it hurts my heart. I feel for this guy. 

Howdy!

Hi there and thank you for looking at my worthless account! I will be using this to post things I have written for my OCs. Mainly, the Mchanzo OC children I made

Kaaru Mizuki Shimada-Mccree

And her twin brother

Jedidiah Sherbert Shimada-Mccree

Now, I get what you're gonna say,

"But there are already so many Mchanzo children!"

Welp. Oh well. Let's just add to the pile.

And these two are based off of myself, my siblings, and the original characters that are their fathers.

In those images they are 32 and I do plan on doing inktober for at least Kaaru when it rolls around. And I mean like, a digital inktober type thing.

Hope ya'll can deal with my bs.

Thanks for reading.

The Beginning part 19

Once the room is roughly set up for a baby, Hanzo takes Kaaru and lays her in the crib, the little girl just smiling up at him. He reads the instructions and slowly turns on the vibrating base to the crib, putting Kaaru right to sleep.

Hanzo smiles and sits down to watch her before Genji tugs him.

“Come on. She’ll be asleep awhile and just in case, baby monitors.” Genji says, holding up two blue walkie-talkie looking devices.

Hanzo sighs and takes one before setting up the other and going with Genji out to the lobby to relax.

Kaaru stays asleep for a good while, the crib keeping her comfortable.

After a few hours, Jesse begins to wake up, grunting and tossing and turning in the bed.

His joints were sore and his body ached. It was like he had been laying there for a day and a half.

He sits up slow before yelping from terrible pain in his back. He pants hard and lays back down. He looks at the ceiling and feels his bandages.

“What happened?” He groans, his head spinning and throbbing.

He starts to hear Hanzo’s voice and looks to the baby monitor sitting on the bedside table.

He looks at it confused before forcing himself back up, propping himself up with the pillows before he sees the crib at the end of the bed.

“How long was I out?” He grunts, rubbing his head before Kaaru wakes and begins to cry, making him jump and cover his ears.

He struggles as he gets out of bed to see just what was making that terrible crying sound, only to find a tiny little baby in the crib. He reaches in and touches her softly, making her look at him and start to cry again. But happy tears. Kaaru starts to laugh and hugs his gigantic hand, tears still running down her tiny face.

He looks at her confused before picking her up and gently wiping her tears away. She makes grabby hands at his face and he lifts her up to his face.

“Where’d ya come from sweet princess?” He asks aloud, smiling softly at the tiny baby in his hands.

She smiles back at him and he chuckles softly before struggling his way back into bed. She holds onto his hand before he lays down with her on his chest.

Hanzo’s voice comes from the baby monitor once more and it makes Jesse chuckle.

“Han grabbed the wrong end.” He snickers softly as the little baby on his chest cuddles close. “I wonder where he got ya. Ain’t never known an orphanage ta allow someone ta adopt a baby fresh outta the womb. Maybe he’s got ya from someone who didn’t want their baby. Maybe ta surprise me. But ya look too new fer that. Ya can’t be more than two or three days old. Hospitals don’t let babies that young and this small leave the building. Where did ya come from?” He rambles, as she looks at him without a clue to what he’s saying, her big brown eyes mimicking Hanzo’s dark eyes but having enough warmth for Jesse to see the brown of his own.

He smiles softly at the baby and boops her.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say ya looked like me and Han,” He says before remembering the violent explosion. He blinks, coming to a realization. “Maybe ya are me and Han’s.” He says quietly to himself.

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