Howdy!

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.

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Enemy team: About to snipe ult on their Hanzo

Their Mccree: Right behind them with the barrel of his gun on the back of the enemy's head. "Parry this you fuckin casual."

The Beginning part 9

Kaaru watched the sky turn from night to day and awaited for Jesse to wake up. She was always a night owl. Even as a baby she would lay awake all night, not making a sound as she watched the night that fascinated her. 

“Ms. Mcada?” Jesse asks, waking up.

“Hmm? Yeah kid?” She asks, rubbing her eyes.

“You okay? You’ve been staring out that window for a few hours now.” He says, getting up.

“Yeah I’m-... I’m fine.” She says, not really okay at all.

Jesse nods and gets up and dressed. 

“Where to today?” He asks 

“Next we’re going to make our way to Phoenix. We’re in Sierra Vista. That’s roughly 206 miles. It’ll take about 3 days.” She yawns.

“Cool!” He says, easily impressed.

She chuckles and they get ready to leave.

~storytime~

The next morning the girl walked with the young versions of Mccree and Hanzo, talking about what happened from when they last saw her. She enjoyed the walk until they were called to the lab of a brilliant scientist by the name of Winston, who the girl had a grudge against. 

Winston had begun a long and brutal process of finding a way to get the younger versions back to their time. The girl disapproved of the gorilla but didn’t have any better ideas so she kept her mouth shut.

“It will take a few days but I will get the machine up and running.” Winston says as the girl sulks in the corner. 

“That should work, right kiddo?” Mccree asks the girl, his younger counterpart piecing together they’ll be stuck there a few more days.

“That machine better work. I don’t want to be covered from head to toe in bruises trying to send them back. It’s hard enough getting me and Toby around and he’s a dog. So get it right Peanut breath.” She scowls at Winston.

Winston gulps and nods, getting to work. 

The girl disappears for the rest of the day, leaving the Hanzos and Mccrees to their own devices, Soldier 76 having cancelled Mccree’s next mission.

It isn’t until late the next morning that they find her in the infirmary, her arm getting recast.

“What’d you do kid?” Mccree asks as she gets up to leave. 

“Threw myself off the building.” She says before leaving. 

“That wasn’t very funny.” Mccree says.

“She wasn’t joking.” Angela shakes her head. 

“Shit. What’d she do that for?” He asks and she shrugs. 

The girl went to the mess hall, her dog Toby waddling behind her as she shovels ice cream into her mouth. 

~reality~

“She threw herself off the roof? Why?” Jesse asks.

“She was reminded of something bad in the past. But she’ll be alright.” Kaaru smiles as they continue their journey. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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~This is late and not formatted how I’d like but it’s here. I’m having technical difficulties with my phone and it’s pissing me off. However I will just continue writing on my PC for the time being. 

Apologies. I hope this short blurb is enough for now.~

The Beginning part 18

Angela brings Kaaru back to the kitchen, all the measurements done and accounted for.

“Here you go Hanzo. All done.” She says, handing Kaaru back to her eagerly awaiting parent who holds her close and safe.

Hanzo smiles at Kaaru as she nuzzles into him. She reaches up and plays with his beard, smiling at him as he holds her.

“Go get ready, Anija. Then I’ll drive you two to the store.” Genji says, doing the dishes.

Hanzo nods and takes his daughter back to his room, changing her onesie and his kimono into some casual clothing. She giggles and smiles at him. He smiles back and sits with her on the bed, letting her look at Jesse as he lays unconscious.

She waves her little arms at him and Hanzo chuckles.

“That’s your papa little one.” He smiles softly, letting her sit on Jesse’s chest.

She looks at him curiously and pats his chest, trying to wake up Jesse.

“No no sweetheart.” Hanzo says, taking her off him. “Papa won’t wake up.” He says, with a sigh, taking her to the lobby to meet up with Genji.

Kaaru is then subjected to the pinching and pulling of her cheeks from rude store clerks and old ladies trying to help Hanzo find the best things for his new baby, three women, all pregnant, yelling at one another who had the best baby food for a newborn.

Genji had to break them up and stop the fighting to keep Hanzo from mentally breaking about baby food.

“Come on bro. Let’s just go look at cribs.” Genji says, dragging his brother away from the three women.

Hanzo looks at the wide selection and tries to find the best thing for his daughter.

“What about this one? It vibrates to help babies go to sleep easier.” Genji says.

“I don’t know.” Hanzo sighs in defeat.

Genji hums and grabs the crib before looking at his brother.

“Take a deep breath. Then look at Kaaru. She is going to be your pride and joy. You’re going to be raising this woman-to-be in the next 18 years to come. Maybe even longer. She will look up to you. And she will love you regardless. Kaaru is your baby. I am not here to tell you how to raise her, but I am telling you how to make the best decisions on how to raise her. Think about the woman you want to see this baby become. Then decide which thing of baby food, or clothing, or diaper brand is best to help make that happen.” He says.

Hanzo smiles softly and nods.

“Thank you, Genji.” He says as they finish up their shopping trip.

Genji nods and takes them back to the base, helping Hanzo build the crib and set up what they can for Kaaru as she sits on the bed watching them.

Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part16 Part 17

What happens, happens.

So what did happen that day in Monty Golf?

Hey would ya look at that.

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​

For the Currently Still Baby-But-Prolly-Not-For-Long Child~~ What's the likelihood of you being up for participating in a reenactment of the movie Boss Baby should the Anon's ever decide to baby-fy you again(for shits and giggles no doubt)? XD

Would u buy his tangerines ? 🍊