I Feel So Many People Forget How Genuinely Isolating Being Trans Is And Going To College All At The Same

Before combat in New Vegas I make myself fight better by eating all food items in my inventory so I am forced to fight good cause I can’t heal without wasting stimpaks now.

This is really funny imagined in universe cause the companions watch the Courier have a nervous breakdown before each big fight and with a primal ferocity scarf down all their rations before running in machete first with Blamo Mac n Cheese dripping off their face.

Your Local Crypto Main- Ace

So i feel it's ironic that almost all my clips of me playing apex and doing something cool af is as mirage. Yet my main is Crypto and I have ZERO clips of me doing something with him. Mirage and Crypto suit my playstyle so god damn well. Like yet let me fuck over the entire enemy team in the most annoying ways possible. I need to get more crypto clips. Here's a mirage clip for example.

I hate amatonormativity I just want to tell my friends I love them without having to worry or feel weird :(

Back home- Soldier:76

➤ Request: Could i get soldier 76 / male reader (76-jack that's older please :o) and it's jack proposing marriage to the reader...yes i'm incredibly self-indulgent.

➤ Pairing: Soldier:76 x Male!Reader

➤ Genere: Fluff

➤ Warnings: none

➤ WC: 1k

➤ A/N: of course you can get this! It’s such a cute idea, I love it! Thank you for requesting :D sorry if it seems a little rushed at the end :0

Jack was a reserved man, and still very much is. He’s used to stepping away from others and letting things go. After all, he lost everything he’s ever cared for. His career was ruined—and he was presumed dead—but not only that, he lost those he cared for to the likes of people he fought against.

It was no secret that a soldier like him would be cold and harsh against the world… but there was an exception. There was one person that he could hold and truly say ‘I care for them’ and that was you. Although he was certainly not in his youngest years, that didn’t stop the feelings that were blossoming between the two of you. Feelings that Jack had always longed for, and though he tried to deny it, he fell for you completely. He didn’t want to admit that you were the person who filled up the empty space in his heart. He would do anything to keep you by his side, but then again, he was a busy man.

Though the two of you loved each other very much, it was no secret Jack had barely any time for you. Not that you minded. You knew from the very start what you were getting into, because the day he decided to finally speak of his feelings towards you—or more like you found out about them through his actions—he warned you. He warned you that he’d be gone for days or weeks, and time would be cut short for the two of you. Nevertheless, you accepted him and loved him no matter how much time you had to wait for him at home.

That was the reason why Jack now held a small, yet expensive box in his gloved hand. He had been gone for a few weeks now—having completed a mission in another country—but he was back and ready to see you. Being far from the man he loved hurt him, and left him longing to see you.

He had been thinking this through for a few months now—about proposing to you—because he needed you to stay. No, he wasn’t the best partner, and he knew that. But he wanted to show you just how much he loved you. Just how much he wanted you by his side even if he was gone for so long. He wanted to show you his gratitude for your patience and your love. Although he was nervous, he gripped onto the box and gulped down the knot forming in his throat. He had never been a nervous man until now. Thankfully, his visor masked his expression.

Standing right outside the door that kept him from seeing your face after so long, he finally built up the courage to open it. It was late, and you were most likely sleeping. He made sure to be as quiet as possible, taking his shoes off to prevent any tapping on the floor. He didn’t want to wake you, even if he did want to surprise you.

He continued on his way towards the bedroom, pushing open the door and seeking for you in the darkness. Soon enough, he spotted you curled up under all the blankets on the bed, knowing far too well you fell asleep waiting for him. Your sleeping schedule wasn’t the best, but I guess you were just tired. Carefully, he took off his jacket and visor, unmasking his scarred face and staring down at you with gentle eyes. You really are a masterpiece sent by the heavens.

His intense gaze must’ve woken you up, however, because you started to shift in your sleep until your eyes opened. You couldn’t quite see in the darkness, but you felt the corner of the bed sink, and the familiar smell of cologne hit your senses. “Jack?”

“How’d you know?” he asks sarcastically, but still smiled gently, “I thought you’d be more happy after all this time apart,” but before he knew it, you were already jumping out of bed and embracing him in a tight hug, “I’m so glad you’re here,” you say happily, a smile growing on your face as you pulled back. At this point, your eyes had finally adjusted to the dark as you stared at his scarred face with all the love in the world.

“I thought you’d never return,” you say oh-so-dramatically, kissing on his jaw and pulling him to sit on the bed with you. However, the sound of a small box hitting the floor caught your attention. What made you even more curious was the panic in Jack as he reached down to get whatever fell. You, thinking it was the most reasonable thing to do, reached for the night lamp and flicked it on.

Looking down at the floor, you were surprised to see the box for yourself before Jack took it in his hands. Now, there was just silence. Jack hadn’t moved an inch and so did you. You two kind of just sat there.

“Shit,” Jack finally mumbled and looked at you, noticing how your eyes never left the box. Your heart stopped in your chest because you knew what this was. You were containing your happiness just in case it wasn’t what you were thinking.

“This wasn’t how I wanted you to find out,” he mumbles under his breath and turns to you. A sigh escaped his mouth as there was no turning back now. He got off of bed and kneeled down in front of you, opening the box to reveal a beautiful golden ring.

“I know it’s not romantic—and probably not the way you would expect someone to propose… but I’m doing this because I truly love you. And I can’t live without you,” he pauses and gulps down with nervousness, “you are my whole world, so… will you marry me?”

The breath you had been holding finally snapped as you pushed yourself forward once again, embracing Jack and smiling brightly to the point where your cheeks hurt. “Of course,” you say as you pull his face towards yours, lips crashing together in a passionate kiss. You didn’t care if this wasn’t in a fancy restaurant or in public. You were just happy that the love of your life proposed to you.

“I love you so much,”

Happy birthday to me and here's some drawings

"what are your pronouns?" well im mixed, she/her on my mothers side and he/him on my fathers side, either works

and to the gays i serve my courier, Inferal. This took like 5 hours. my body hates me for how hunched i was.

You know what I want from Bethesda? A book strictly dedicated to the Fallout companions. I want to know canon, never before seen details about them that the games don't even acknowledge. I want them to have several pages dedicated to each companion that go into the most obscure factoids about them. What else have they been through besides the depressing stuff? How tall are they? What's their favourite food? Literally anything.

I am a stealth trans man, the privilege I have is being treated like a man as soon as they see me

If I'm applying for a job, I am treated like a woman trying to be perceived as a man, because they still see my legal name and gender marker on my ID.

If I'm trying to date, I'm perceived as a predator by straight women, a confused lesbian by bi/lesbian women (these demographics I rarely, if never go after), a tomboy by straight/bisexual men, and a gay fetishizer by gay men. At best with trans women, I become the therapist, and with trans men, it becomes an argument of passing better or worse and jealousy. That's not to say out of every demographic there are people who handle the relationship properly, but that the majority don't.

In friendships, things can go great for months and months, sometimes even years before they find out I'm trans and they start acting weird about it.

Suddenly they recommend more "feminine" music, hobbies, activities to do with me, they suddenly view me as their therapist to vent about difficulties with women, and that's all the BEST case scenario, that's the BEST thing that could happen from them finding out, this one's also the easiest to handle, "I thought you might like to see my grandmas garden.... My grandpa also likes it... Haha" - "no, nah, I wanna get back to playing eve online with you though, I mean, I do have some fake plants, heard they help with depression, think real ones would last a month at most".

An unfortunate amount of people react to things they don't understand with anger and attacks, whether that be verbal or physical.

I used to be nearly best friends with a girl named Kat. Unknown to me at the time, she had a crush on me. She invited me over, we got to her bedroom (in my mind, to hang out), she pushed me on the bed (I thought it was playful, like wrestling), and she pulled my shirt up and saw my binder, jumped away, and started apologizing. I went home straight after that. After that, she avoided me, and called me a faggot, rapist, molester, and creep after that. I wasn't interested in her at all before or after that, and I wasn't the one who initiated or caused that situation to happen.

Another incident was while I was at the mental ward, in which they usually refused to put my chosen name on the cards, and I would turn it around and write my chosen name every time I saw it. Unfortunately, I usually wasn't fast enough and someone saw my dead name on the card. He started asking me inappropriate questions, calling me a tranny, and eventually lead to him punching me in the face, the police being called, and the police did nothing besides give me a court date in an entire state over, which I had no way to get to, meaning nothing happened and the case was dropped.

A lot of people react to things they don't understand with suddenly disappearing from your life too.

You join a hobby discord server, talk, people think you're cool, they add and DM you, you get along fine talking to each other, you mention as relevant to the conversation that you're trans, the conversation magically fizzles out and becomes dry, and then they stop responding all together, usually intermitten with one or 2 inappropriate questions about your genitals or body or kids or hormones or surgery.

I need you all to see what my deranged doodles of mirage consist of every time i just try to sketch him. it always devolves into a pure chaos.