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Demons and Drag pt 5

Anitri was just sitting on the couch, minding his own business, when Jem slammed open the door with an irritated look on their face.

"Hello...?" He asked, hoping that they were not about rant about a frustrations.

Jem looked over at him, made a face like a lightbulb light up in their head and started towards him.

"Welp, I'm dead," was Anitri's only thought as Jem approached.

"You're going to babysit tonight." They said in a definite voice.

"We're gonna what?" Surri asked as she walked in the living room.

Jem glanced up at her, before walked towards the kitchen.

"Y'all are gonna babysit this evening because Nikki's nanny is sick and she can't miss tonight," they said as they disappeared around the corner.

Surri stopped short and her face contorted to a confused scowl.

"Hey! I don't babysit!!! What do you take me for?"

Anitri just shook his head. He was completely fine with babysitting, as he loves kids and used to babysit for Dallas all the time. Their step siblings were so precious.

"Come back here!" Surri protested, following Jem into the kitchen.

Anitri pushed the hair out of his eyes, noticing the black tips were shimmering with wisps of color.

He froze.

"Hey Surri?" he called, through the doorway.

"What?" She yelled back to him, peeking through the frame. Her eyes widened.

"It's in the second drawer on the left."

He nodded and disappeared down the hall.

Surri turned back into the kitchen, facing Jem with the most unimpressed look she could muster. Jem stares her down with a look that said, you puny, puny fox, you think you can intimidate me? Think again. But y'know without a smirk.

Surri groaned and rolled her eyes, "When will they be here?"

Jem let slip a smirk, "6:00, 4 kids"

Mind you, it was 4:30.

"How old are they?"

"17, 15 year old twins, and an 18 month."

"Teenagers? Can't they stay home by themselves?" Surri questioned.

"Well, Tim, the 17 year old, has autism which leads to his anxiety spiking when there aren't any adults around. He feels more comfortable when supervised so he knows he isn't doing anything wrong." Jem explained. "And one of the twins tends to have..." they paused, "episodes."

Surri nodded, understanding seeping in.

"Any allergies?"

Jem snorted.

"These kids'll eat anything you put in front of them, but Harper, the baby, loves macaroni and cheese."

Jem makes their way out of the kitchen, calling over their shoulder, "Also the babies half demon."

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6:00 dead on, there was a knock on the door.

Jem answered the door. On the other side there were 5 people. The only one Surri remotely recognized was "Nikki" or as Surri knew her, Morher of F’s, who was holding the baby, Harper.

Harper had a purple tail. And an extra arm.

‘And I thought Madison’s kids were weird’ Surri thought to herself.

Following Nikki upon entire, there was a tall, like tall tall, like as almost as tall as Anitri, ginger with a freckle smacked face and bright green eyes lookin like some Harry Potter Weasley reject.

Next there were two boys that looked like they were probably twins, which woo hoo, one was lookin like a bottom trying a tad to hard to be a top, with an undercut and his short blonde hair swept into a ponytail. He had a leather Jacket with patches on each sleeve.

The other twin was more the nerdy type with glasses, a sweater vest and khakis. He had a book under his arm and his hair down. He looked like if Logan Sanders had a sense of humor and blonde hair.

And Harper was a baby. With poofy black hair and a cat onesie.

“This is Surri, she and Anitri will be in charge while your Mom and I are at work. Anitri is doing something and will be in here soon.” Jem explained to the charges of the evening.

Surri glared at the boys and stopped when she looked at the blonde bottom.

He was tugging on his sleeves and looking at the floor.

Surri put two and two together rather quickly.

“Hey,” she said, nodding at them.

“Hi!!! I’m Tim! I’m so excited to meet you, do you like Harry Potter! I love Harry Potter, especially the books, have you read the books, my favorite one was... oh what was it called...” he trailed off, wringing his hands on the strap of his satchel.

The blonde bottom put his hand on his arm and said, “Prisoner of Azkaban.”

Tim looked at him with a huge smile and nodded.

The blonde looked to Surri and introduced himself.

“I’m James,” he nodded to his look alike, “that dweeb is Adam.”

“Hey!” Adam reaches forward and tugged on James wolf tail.

“Hey!” James jokingly glared over his shoulder.

Surri rolled her eyes trying to suppress a smile. They remind her of her other siblings.

“Okay! We have to get going,” Nikki said, handing Harper to Adam.

“Boys.” Nikki said, all of them turning to look at her, “behave.”

She then turned and strutted out of the door, Jem winking at them before following her.

Surri observes the collection of characters in front of her.

Harper was chewing on the hood of her onesie, looking absolutely content.

Adam was bouncing her lightly on his hip, staring at her and humming.

James had turned to the side to face Tim. From this angle, Surri could see he had a trans flag on his sleeve and a rainbow flag on the back panel of his leather jacket.

Tim was looking down at James while continuing his rambling about the Harry Potter movies.

This’ll be a fun night, Surri tells herself as she walks over to join the Harry Potter discussion.

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Lemme know if you want to see the boys and Harpers designs!

I Will head canon Frankie Stein with Ehlers Danlos Hypermobility and no one will stop me.

i can tell i’m sleep deprived bc i just made myself cry about tutankhamun and i have, like, negative interest in the kid

Howdy, I’m Sonny, your local enby demiboy and I’m here to talk about ✨names✨

Okay so this is mostly a personal rant (feel free to skip)

Ok so

The summer before 8th grade I had determined I didn’t like being called my legal name or the (god damned) nickname that came with it. So I started thinking about names that could pass as nicknames for my legal name.

I was listening to musicals like I often do and in the heights came on, and I guess you can see where this is going.

I chose my name in honor and reference to Sonny and kept that spelling as a way to convince that it was derived from legal name.

And so I started introducing myself as Sonny. It made me happy, when people call me Sonny I would be more excited to answer, and my mom started introducing me to her friends as Sonny.

Mind you, I changed my name before I determined it was okay for me to question my gender.

When I accepted that I wasn’t cisgender I started to think of ways I could either come out to my mother or gain comfort without.

I have determined that I shouldn’t come out, not with how my mom see’s people who fall out of the binary and even those who just don’t associate with their AGAB.

But I started to drop hints that I dislike how my figure falls. Y’know specifically the stupid flash sacks hanging from my torso.

This is about the time that things started to change.

My mom stopped introducing me as Sonny.

It was slow at first

“Oh this is Sonny”

“Oh this is my DAUGHTER, *legal name* but SHE goes by Sonny”

“This is *legal name*”

“This is *god damn evil nickname*”

I don’t know if she suspects something, but she’s the type to confront you if she is suspicious.

That’s how I got dragged out of the closet as asexual.

But I just wanted to illustrate how bad it can make you feel when someone ignores your name.

When she stopped using my preferred name, it felt like she decided I didn’t have to be respected.

I don’t need to be acknowledged correctly.

I don’t have to feel comfort or joy when someone addresses me.

I don’t think that’s just me.

Favorite pride memory?

Ok so as I’ve said before, I’ve never been to a pride parade or protest because I’m not exactly allowed to go, but I do quietly celebrate pride.

Last year, I was inspired by a video I saw to make a cactus sweater! Y’know cause ace/aro cactus! So that’s probably my favorite pride memory

So I only got diagnosed last week right? I’ve been in pain for years but I never had a name for it that explained the extreme it would go to.

Well today I was walking around with some of my friends getting ready for the show we are putting on and I open the door for them and right after they walk in my hip shoots pain and I hit the deck, unable to get up because of pain.

I don’t know wtf happened, but my hip has hurt ever since regardless of position, sitting, standing, laying

So the prop department is lending me a cane, but can anyone tell me what could possibly have happened?

Soooooooo

I’m making my official recommendation for the girl of the year 2025 (I know 2024 just started but I’m down a rabbit hole right now)

So a lot of us are upset about the fact that there’s a continual of variety in all of the lines that American Girls produces (other than World by us, which is currently one sale and I think that says something)

I know we mostly focus on race but I personally would also like to see so more disability representation (they don’t even have a walking stick or cane available)

So, my suggestion is an Albino girl of African descent with a beautiful Afro who is blind. She could have an interest in anything (I like the idea that she’s a writer) but maybe give her a story about how she stands against the ableism, racism and hairism of the world. There are still little girls who get sent home from school because of their natural hair.

I personally think this would be a beautiful chance to share educate kids of all walks of life about the challenges all types of people face.

Anyway. I was thinking about it.

(Unrelated but I’m about to snatch up an Evette and I’m so excited cause I love her design so much and am so excited to read her story)

americans better be rebloging the donation and help links for mexico and colombia after all the help they recieved from latin americans w their own issues

English essay: Sweet talks you into believing whatever point it’s discussing and leaves you pondering why you thought about it believed anything else.

History essay: SLAPS you in the face with The who, what, where and why of what ever question was posed with no care of if you believe them or not and basically double dog dares you to argue with them.

Big shout out to the coalition of Catholic nuns who just told the US bishops to stop being transphobic.

“As members of the body of Christ, we cannot be whole without the full inclusion of transgender, nonbinary, and gender-expansive individuals,” the letter reads. It goes on to argue that “we will remain oppressors until we — as vowed Catholic religious — acknowledge the existence of LGBTQ+ people in our own congregations. We seek to cultivate a faith community where all, especially our transgender, nonbinary, and gender-expansive siblings, experience a deep belonging.”

The letter also states transgender people are “experiencing harm and erasure” in various ways, listing daily discrimination, a groundswell of state-level legislation aimed at LGBTQ rights and “harmful rhetoric from some Christian institutions and their leaders, including the Catholic Church.”

Read about it here