terminally_underwhelmed: Jeremy from the movie "Yellow Submarine" (Default)
Five years ago, I realized something might be up with my gender. A couple months later, I came out as nonbinary.

A year or so ago, my mom asked if I wanted her to edit her old dw posts and correct the pronouns she used for me, and I said, "I dunno, that sounds like a lot of work, I don't mind either way."

Two hours ago I ended up backreading some of her posts, and found out that at some point she had decided the effort was worth it. 

And now I don't quite know what I'm feeling, but I can't breathe with it. It's like walking through a room that is crowded and totally silent, so you know for a fact everyone can hear you and everyone knows you're there--but good. It's the primitive and absolute knowledge that you are being seen. 

It started so subtly that what I noticed was the lack of friction. I'm used to looking at my old self and finding just a tiny split between me and the girl they looked like, just a record-skip, just a rock-in-the-shoe amount of discomfort that I can sidle past. And it wasn't there. These weren't stories about a girl-child who did the same things as me, they were stories about me! I was in them! I don't just remember seeing through those eyes, operating that body, watching those thoughts tick past. I remember being that person. It burns below my ribs like I'm inhaling into long-disused parts of my lungs, this sense that I am coherent and complete, backwards and forwards through time. That I, me, this person I am, didn't just spring fully-formed out of someone else's childhood a few weeks before my sixteenth birthday. 

I didn't think I cared that the pronouns were wrong! I didn't think it mattered! I'm gonna start queuing up these old posts for when I need a hollowpoint of visceral right-ness straight between the eyes!!

I think I want to keep this. I don't know how. It's unbelievably hard to find things I wrote, things I said, things other people said about me, let alone pictures of me, where the terrible wrongness of all the years trying to be the wrong thing isn't the first thing I see. But I don't want to pretend that the Wrongness was all that existed, or that the Child Doing the Wrongness wasn't me or wasn't real or was just a cocoon waiting to be discarded. I want to belong to my past. I want to always have been myself. 

I want to go to sleep, and to have grand emotional revelations during the sunlit hours sometimes. I'm not even sure why I'm making this into a post, except that I want it out of me and into the world somehow. 
terminally_underwhelmed: Jeremy from the movie "Yellow Submarine" (Default)
(psst hey ellis shouldn't you try to actually participate/learn about dw culture instead of just braindumping for every post--SILENCE let me make weird lists in peace) 
 
[personal profile] resonant  did it before I did and I don't know who did it first!! here is the showdown



1 Found Families
2 Royals/Political Marriage Turns Into Feelings
3 Hurt/Comfort
4 Enemies to Friends to Lovers
5 'Groundhog Day'/Karmic Time Loop
6 Magical Connection (Telepathy, etc)
7 High School/University AU
8 Supernatural Creature/Human Romance
9 And They Were Roommates!
10 Unusually Specific Occupation AU, Like, The Author Clearly Has The Same Job
 
11 'They All Work In An Office' AU
12 Snowed-In Cabin/Isolated Together For Extended Period of Time
13 Hogwarts AU
14 Coffee House AU/Food Service AU
15 Vampires/Werewolves AU
16 Polyamory
17 Body Swapping
18 Loyalty Kink
19 Pride and Prejudice AU
20 A/B/O
21 Selfcest (possibly due to time travel)
22 Daemons
23 Amnesia Fic
24 Seemingly Unrequited Pining
25 Characters Swap Roles AU (I don't mean in the bedroom)
26 'Falling For A Coworker/Teammate Is A Bad Idea' Except This Is Fiction So It Works Out
27 Accidentally Fell In Love With The Mission Target
28 Soulmate Identifying Marks (Tattoo, Red Thread of Fate, etc)
29 Reincarnation/'25 Lives' AU
30 'Everyone is Evil'/Mirrorverse AU
31 Friends to Lovers
32 Adopting/Raising a Baby
33 Fairy Tale/Mythology AU
34 They Break Up (but then They Get Back Together)
34 Fake Dating/Fake Marriage Accidentally Turns Into Feelings
34 Actually Unrequited Pining
34 Hot Single Parent(s)

Ok, and some stuff sticks out. I really like simple, clean, tightly restricted AUs that give a lot of room for creativity (Groundhog Day, Hogwarts AU). I like stories that center more on "us vs the world" than "beautiful legendary romance" (Arranged Marriage and fresh takes on Soulmark or A/B/O AUs over reincarnation or fairy tales, for example). I am all about found families and clusterfucks of love--hurt/comfort, found family, the whole team together, college/high school, roommates, etc. My humiliation squick comes down hard against misunderstandings and lack of communication (no fake relationship or breakup fics or unrequited pining for me, please). I love forced intimacy (snowed in, telepathy, arranged marriage) and I'm super not about kidfics. 

...but if it's done well, I'll read anything



 
terminally_underwhelmed: Jeremy from the movie "Yellow Submarine" (Default)
I was gonna make a different post today, but I don't remember what it was. So, since my parents and I just started watching ATLA together on the weekends (first time for my dad, second for my mom, fourth for me), and since I'm getting unhealthily attached to that show all over again, I present instead:

ATLA Headcanons (Many for Modern AUs) About Which I Care Too Much, in No Particular Order.

Aang & Zuko, Platonic Soulmates. I have a lot of feelings about these two, okay. 

Katara & Zuko, Platonic Saltmates. So I don't much like them as a relationship (gasp), but I love them as each other's reality-check friend. The one you go to when you want to be straight-up told you're being a moron. Maybe you don't get along too well in day-to-day life, you're just so different, but in a crisis, they're the first person you call. 

Suki, survivor of an abusive childhood. Wiki says the Kyoshi Warriors protect abuse victims and punish abusers, and also says that Suki joined when she was 8. How else would a kid that young end up devoting her life to something like the Kyoshi Warriors?

Appa, one of those huge dignified sheepdogs that's the most civilized dog you've ever met but sometimes tries to herd children. The kind with all the hair in its face, you know. 

Momo, one of those big-eared skinny tabby-point cats that looks like one of its ancestors got cozy with a weasel. 

Sokka, engineering major. Hey, this is some quality rope!

Azula, both redeemable and a jackass. Most takes on Azula skimp on either the redeemability or the jackassery. Maybe I've just been writing Draco Malfoy for too long? She can be part of the team-Avatar family without losing her pointy bits. 

Latina Suki. There's a certain point in Avatar fandom where making anyone white starts feeling like admitting defeat. 

Aang & Katara, the Childhood Sweethearts Forced to Separate by Circumstance, Reunited Years Later as Adults and Oh Shit They're Hotter Now romcom plot. I have...thoughts about this pairing. Mostly because I think it could work. Sure, Katara's canonical "type" is Jet, the charismatic leader sweeping her away with visions of a bigger, better world, which isn't Aang--yet. But I think that's the kind of person Aang will grow up to be! All that needs to happen for that relationship to work is for them to have to grow up apart, and spend enough time apart that they have to kind of start from zero when they meet again. 

Zuko, coffee person. Zuko is mostly made of caffeine, and would inject it directly into his bloodstream if he could. This is the only point of contention between him and Iroh. Zuko's preferred cup of coffee is so strong and so heavily sweetened that it isn't quite a liquid anymore, and tastes like it's trying to digest the inside of your mouth. 

Sokka & Suki, the less-popular Childhood Sweethearts to Long-Distance Relationship to Oh Shit We're Both Bi to Open Relationship to Reunification to Happy Non-Monamory romcom plot (so I can set up the ot3 in the last headcanon).

Suki, first person to take a chance on Azula. Suki is practical and efficient and has many of Azula's strengths, in combination with actually being a good person, and if she had an abusive childhood she might be able to empathize more strongly with Zuko and Azula than anyone else could. I feel like she'd respect Azula's intelligence and skill. Also, judging by how quickly she got friendly with Zuko in canon, she forgives easily when she sees reason to. 

Sokka & Azula, alarmingly good friends. Could literally take over the world together. The only reason they haven't yet is because they're lazy and would rather lie around eating chips and arguing about video games. 

Toph, lesbian. Butch Icon Toph. I feel like I don't even have to explain this one. Even her crush on Sokka fits--he's the perfect example of that post that's like "me before realizing i was a lesbian: well! there is a very inoffensive and non threatening man. i must be in love with him."

Jet, everyone's asshole ex. I don't like Jet. He is a boring character. Sue me. But if he must be included, it should be in the form of Katara and Zuko staring at each other in horror as they realize they've technically indirectly made out. 

Zuko, autistic. I was persuaded of this by this tumblr post

Aang, a trans guy. People seem to like trans Zuko more, but making Aang trans adds some complexity to his otherwise-kind-of-juvenile relationship with femininity. Could also interact with the Avatar's reincarnations in an interesting way--he knows he's not a girl because he sort of remembers being a girl and he doesn't feel like that anymore, etc. 

Toph & Azula, the Only Ones Badass Enough for Each Other romcom plot, followed by the Assholes in Love romcom plot. They're both incredibly gifted, but Toph feels empowered by her gifts where Azula feels limited/obligated to perfection by them. They both have fraught relationships with their parents, but Azula's anxiety is that she's not enough, where Toph's is that she's too much. Azula is goal-oriented and efficient to Toph's self-indulgence, and Toph's independence and confidence in herself would be good for Azula as she tries to confront her relationships with her parents and Zuko. 

The Kyoshi Warriors, Suki's weird crunchy-granola liberal sorority. I dunno, I just like the image of Suki and Ty Lee as sorority sisters. 

Mai & Zuko, a completely normal teenage relationship in every way including the breakup. I have a whole half-finished analysis of every major relationship in ATLA that I might get around to finishing someday. The upshot of it is that, in-universe, Mai is the most normal part of Zuko's life, but Zuko doesn't have a normal life. He's obligated to put the whole ruling-a-country thing first. And Mai, who has spent her whole life coming second to politics in the lives of people she loves, deserves better than that. (...Plus, out-of-universe, there are just people I prefer to ship Zuko with.) 

Azula, redeemed. That one's a story I might actually get around to writing. 

Zuko & Sokka & Suki, ot3. Look, just hear me out. They work well together--the Boiling Rock episodes proved that. They have different, but sympathetic, personas and strengths--their weaknesses and anxieties aren't all in the same place. They fit a head/heart/hands model, with Sokka solving problems by thinking, Zuko by feeling, and Suki by doing, so they complement each other well. In-universe, a three-person relationship takes some pressure off Zuko, because he isn't expected to be someone's only main source of emotional support and he can focus that energy on the whole ruling-a-country thing instead. Plus, Sokka's intelligence and Suki's confidence and leadership experience would really help Zuko. And their relationship would be a good start for an alliance between the Fire Nation and Water Tribes and Earth Kingdom. And if Sokka is in the Fire Nation, then Katara becomes chief of the Southern Water Tribe (which she would be great at), and she and Aang have to separate while he's doing Avatar stuff, and their relationship gets fixed too!


Possibly I should just write some fics, but doing this is easier. 
terminally_underwhelmed: Jeremy from the movie "Yellow Submarine" (Default)
 
I make [REDACTED]-brand pizzas at one of the campus food places. My manager thinks I'm unusually good at my job, and has had me train two people even though I've only worked here for a semester. Here's How to Make REDACTED Pizzas in the REDACTED kitchen at the University of REDACTED
  • Sometimes people pre-make pizzas and leave them in the Chrome Refrigerator, which you need to kick shut or it won't stay closed. That's also where the raw dough is stored. So the first thing you do every shift is open the Chrome Refrigerator and see if you've got pre-mades and proofed dough. If there's no dough, you're screwed. 
  • The pizza-making is easy once you learn to read the topping chart. Yellow is a half-serving amount, orange is a full-serving. Just-pepperoni pizzas get the pepperoni on top of the cheese. Mini pizzas get cut into four, big pizzas get cut into ten or into squares. Cutting a pizza into ten equal slices is a cognitive challenge you will come to relish. 
  • Eventually you memorize the pizza recipes and can identify pizza out of the oven just by looking at it. You hate this. Your college brain is precious real estate, and now it is full of Capitalist Squatters instead of Good Middle-Class Education. The whole neighborhood is going down. 
  • You don't know how to run the fryer. You keep saying this. Nobody teaches you how to run the fryer. Not that you want to run the fryer, you just sort of feel like you should know how. Sometimes the fryer beeps with the wrath of a thousand angels, and you're the only person over there, and you just sort of push the button that's flashing until the beeping stops. No one has ever yelled at you for this, so you keep doing it. 
  • A middle-aged white women approaches. Your coworkers cower. Quietly, out of her field of vision, the manager reaches for a broom. 
  • Extra toppings are in the cooler under the make-table. 
  • You work closing on Fridays. Someone has to run the giant mopping machine. "His name is Oscar," the manager says. Ah, yes. The label on his handles says BELOVED OSCAR. 
  • It's nice to know you aren't the only person who's losing it. 
  • The radio transitions directly from "Barbie Girl" to something angsty by Linkin Park. You are coming to a deeper understanding of John Mulaney's Salt 'n Pepper Diner skit. 
  • You work opening on Sundays. There is no mixed cheese. 
  • "It's not a Sunday unless something goes wrong!" says your coworker, grinning maniacally. He says this every Sunday. 
  • Extra liquids, like sauce, mustard, and nauseating butter substitute, come in large plastic bags. They are weighty and dense, and inspire a nightmarish maternal instinct when lifted. Meme-ic Pixie Dream Coworker hefts a bag of ketchup on her hip and announces, "Don't talk to me or my son ever again." Humor cannot dispel the specter of existential horror. 
  • Extra mushrooms and olives are in giant cans. You hate running the automatic can-opener, and avoid it whenever possible. 
  • Ambiguously Slavic Coworker and Meme-ic Pixie Dream Coworker wrestle with an empty ketchup dispenser and the ketchup baby bag. They have pierced it incorrectly. Ketchup splatters the counter. It's a gruesome sight. "We're losing him!" one cries. "Apply pressure!"
  • Calm and Collected Team Lead pokes his head over the counter. "He's gone. Time of death: 10:56 AM."
  • Extra cheese is in the Chrome Refrigerator. 
  • You take another baby bag and try to pierce it with the ketchup dispenser. You know how to do it, one of the managers showed you. You have confidence. Oh God. You forgot how to do it. There is ketchup on your hands. There is ketchup everywhere. You're a murderer. How could you?
  • If you can't find spare product, ask a manager to get some from the back. 
  • You are overcome with remorse. Your hubris has ruined everything. How poetic. You change your gloves, but the damning smell of ketchup remains. Good God, it's sickening. 
  • You're a monster. You don't even recognize yourself anymore. The empty ketchup dispenser haunts you. What have you done? This wasn't even part of your job. What have you done?
  • Onions and tomatoes are cut in-house. If you're out, you'll have to go do that yourself over in deli. 
  • The manager tells you to quit messing around, like you didn't see her shitfaced-drunk and screaming herself hoarse on Snapchat last night. She re-pierces your victim with surgical precision. A life is saved, but at what cost? Your humanity lies in shreds with the spilled ketchup. 
  • A 90s rock song is playing. It has an electric guitar, some drums, and a slightly whiny male voice. It goes bumm DAP ba-dup-ba-dum DAP. Is it the Red Hot Chili Peppers? Was it on the Shrek soundtrack? Is it the same song that was playing ten minutes ago? It calms you. Yes. The emotion you are feeling is calmness. Perhaps you are, in fact, free. Freefalling. Yeah, you're free...freefalling...
  • You draw a little fist on an empty breadsticks bag and leave it on the drinks cart in the hall. It says, "Fistbump me if you need encouragement!" At this point you might as well just staple a sign to your forehead that reads SEEKING PEER VALIDATION.
  • The Refrigeration Corner is a liminal space. You stand in the cool quiet dimness, dwarfed by the Chrome Refrigerator, shoving illegal cheesy fries down your throat. The tranquility is akin to that of sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool. 
  • Walking in front of the fryer is like ice skating. You try not to do that. 
  • In your dreams, strange masked drummers go bumm DAP ba-dup-ba-dum DAP. You're out of onions. You're always out of onions. The deli workers, pretty girls with thin straight hair, stare at you with scandalized faces. There's ketchup everywhere. 
  • No one knows what to do with the first ketchup baby bag, a mangled corpse. You leave him broken on the counter. Meme-ic Pixie Dream Coworker's sweet son...the tragedy is overwhelming. He was such a gentle boy. 
  • Somewhere wrist-deep in marinara, spattered with pizza grease, you have lost your honor. Stolen! It fills you with shame. To restore it, you must best Capitalism in hand-to-hand combat, as your ancestors did before you. 
  • You have submitted several formal combat requests to Capitalism's condescending secretary. You have waited four to six weeks for a response. Still the villain evades you! You are distraught, and spend your shifts weeping gently into the Italian sausage.  
  • I throw myself before you, and bemoan/My fifteen-hour work week--pity me! Behold the wretched pizza skills I hone! Ignore the time I squander shamefully!
  • For I have friends who labor twice as long/And spend on textbooks and tuition fees--
  • I sit around and write this stupid song/And spend my parents' money as I please.
  • O, all the final essays I should write
  • And all the final chapters I should read!
  • Still, to my fickle Muse I bend tonight
  • For "max procrastination" is my creed. 
Don't think I do it all without a qualm--
But "guilty" can't beat "lazy". Sorry, Mom. 

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