on the other hand there are some characters that i KNOW in my heart are not cis but heres the thing . THEY wouldn't know. they would have no idea. or they're not acknowledging it. i love trans headcanons as much as the next guy but angel devil from chainsaw man does not know that he's not cis because all angel devil is thinking about is that he's got a job to do and he'd rather not be doing it but ah well its that or being killed. oh well
theres also some characters that if you took them out for drinks for like 2 hours and talked to them they would realize very quickly they arent cis. but the resources simply dont exist in the situation they are in. do you understand my vision
One of the hardest parts of writing gay anything is that they (often) use the same pronouns. Balancing names and pronouns so that I'm not overusing either of them is maybe THE hardest part of writing for me, because if you use 'he' too many times in a row you'll lose track of who's doing what, but too many names is repetitive and awkward to read!
One of the hardest parts of writing gay anything is that they (often) use the same pronouns. Balancing names and pronouns so that I'm not overusing either of them is maybe THE hardest part of writing for me, because if you use 'he' too many times in a row you'll lose track of who's doing what, but too many names is repetitive and awkward to read!
“Alright,” Josh said, pushing him into the wall. “But it's really not that hard to navigate.”
“Who are you talking to?” Jayson replied.
“Shh,” he stroked his face, and studied his face like he was seeing it for the first time. “New speaker new line. They'll figure it out.”
He laughed nervously. “Are you seriously giving them a writing lesson right now?”
“Is it working?”
“I don't know,” he said. “Which one of us is speaking?”
“Obviously me,” Josh said. “It's not as if there's a third guy in this scene or anything.”
“Actually,” said the third guy.
I do love the phrase executive dysfunction bc the image it conjures is of a bunch of people wearing business suits around a long oval conference table arguing with each other to the point where they’re getting into physical fights, but in the background there’s just a big empty whiteboard with a To Do list with one item on it and that item is “take shower”
the tumblrina is, by nature, unemployed in spirit — even when trapped in her place of employment, encumbered with obligations, she disregards them, firing off mediocre posts across all subject matters at great speed. thus posting is revealed not as a ritualistic-spiritual practice, as theorised by historians in previous eras, with less access to source material, but rather as the (strikingly contemporary!) 21st century laborer's attempt to break free of the shakles of alienation, even if only for a moment. even a zero note post is fifteen minutes not spent on admin, as some of the primary sources remark.