#cis by choice!

[wagermanagement]

what are your pronouns?

"That THAID... I THWEAR thomeone called me It onthe and I dunno if they were jutht tryna be MEAN or what, but I wathn't AGAINTHT it..." He snickered to himself. Not against it.

"Davey'th the THAME way, Gay and Cithh, but he maketh for a GORGEOUTH Queen if ya catch my drift!" Buck winked one slot, a wide smile on his face.

"I'm THURE he can thhow ya thome picth'a that if ya want..."

[uncanny-tranny]

"What if I'm not trans, what if I'm choosing to be trans for [list of reasons]"

I am grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you like a can of soda. If, for whatever reason, you looked within yourself and decided to be trans - you're still trans. We (as trans people) don't need to have an "I always knew" story. We don't need to have the ~magical transsexual gene~. It's incredibly hard for so many of us to figure out why we're trans, and if being trans was always a choice, the reasons for choosing to be trans would be complex. If being trans is always a choice, that doesn't negate that we deserve human dignity and respect for who we are.

It shouldn't matter if you chose your trans identity or not, becayse you still are a person. You breath the same air I do, and you deserve to live how you want, on your terms. You watch the same sunrises and sunsets I do, you are here. I, for one, welcome you no matter what your inner reflections are about your transness. You have a place in this world, you have inherent worth.

[a-b-riddle]

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In the mood to write angst. Imagine you’re the conscientious observer who accidentally sees how your team talks about you behind your back.

Your morals were… complicated. You didn’t believe in killing anyone. Your faith told you that killing someone is wrong and even if it’s to save your life, handling a gun is something that doesn’t sit well with you. You’ve been to gun ranges. Mandatory for your position in the military that you have basic fire arm knowledge. But having something in your hands that could so easily take a life made you uneasy.

You were pescatarian, but tried to limit meat. Cried anytime you saw chickens in those trucks heading toward their demise. You fed stray cats around your house back home. You tried to be kind and cherished life in all most of its forms. The exception being garlic butter shrimp that was too good to give up and anytime of bug resembling a cock roach. And yes, palmetto bugs were still cock roaches.

And wasps.

Fuck wasps.

At the same time, you were pro-choice. Initially, you were pro-choice for other women, but you didn’t think you would have the strength to get an abortion. It wasn’t until you were holding your friend’s hand as she got her D&C that your views on your own body autonomy changed. It didn’t have to be medical to be necessary.

But you still refused to hold a weapon. Which is why even though you were a very talented medic, you were always judged for not carrying any sort of defense while in the field.

But no one on base would dare say anything to you about it. At least not to your face…

You got stuck instructing a training seminar when your phone continued to buzz in your back pocket. But even with the consistent messages, you didn’t falter by showing the newest members how to give basic first aid until health could arrive.

Nearly two hours later, you finally fish your phone out to see what’s going on.

Dozens of text messages in a group chat between you, Captain Price, Johnny, Kyle and Simon. You had gotten close to them over the last few months. You were halfway through your contract and were already dreading leaving knowing they were staying behind until the job is done.

You open it, your phone taking you to the first unread message.

Cpt.: Hows the arm healing up?

Soap: Fine. Hen did a good job of keeping the sutures nice and even. Should barely scar.

Gaz: Wouldn’t have a scar if she just fucking carried.

Soap: You think she honestly would even know what to do with a gun if you gave her one Garrick 😂

Ghost: Still think she’s a liability. Someone who won’t raise arms against an enemy isn’t meant to be on the team.

Cpt: Already tried. Laswell says we need the numbers. As long as she does her job there’s nothing I can do. We can’t be down a medic and it’s either her or nothing.

You shook as you continued reading the conversation.

Liability. Coward. It went on and on about how weak you were. Why couldn’t you just carry a small pistol instead of expecting everyone else to keep you safe.

It then switched to your personality. No one should be that happy. Annoying. A yapper. Couldn’t get a word in most of the time.

On and on they went until you realized they spoke so freely because they didn’t realize you were in this group chat. What did they say when you weren’t around?

You felt like a fool having extending more than just trying to be a civil coworker, but a friend. Taking on tasks that weren’t your responsibility simply to help them.

Getting a floral arrangement delivered for Johnny’s sister after she had given birth. Talking on the phone to the nursing home where Price’s mother resided trying to sort out her insurance. Taking priority Kyle when he was injured after falling out of a plane (both times) over your other patients. And always having the electric kettled going in the morning so Simon could have his tea without waiting too long.

You were helpful. Just because you had one boundary didn’t mean their words held any merit. But still you couldn’t help the deep feeling of just… betrayal? Rejection? You weren’t sure there was a word fitting enough to sum up how utterly stupid you felt.

Maybe they were right. This wasn’t a civilian setting. This wasn’t just life and death for your patients, but for you. You were out in the field with no form of protection except from others.

You weren’t abandoning your morals. You couldn’t. Not when every fiber of your being told you to remain steadfast. There was only one solution.

You didn’t have much to pack. Uniform was issued to you. Your stethoscope and some other tools came out of your own pocket. Your laptop, phone, charges. You packed all your lounging clothes and miraculously everything fit into a military duffle. Which wasn’t actually anything impressive given how big those things are.

You were confident in your decision even if it made you feel like a failure.

As you stood outside the office door you returned back to the group chat. One by one you proceeded to block all of them. You knew when you left the group they would know that the notification would pop up and they either wouldn’t give a shit that you finally knew what the actually thought of you or they tried messaging you to make amends to cover their asses. You weren’t sure which was worse.

Once you had blocked the last one, you left and knocked on the door that you had been idling in front of. A faint ‘come in’ was granted before you walked through.

“Hey, Kate.” You greeted. “Can we talk?”

[muzsmocsing]

E-ming has the disposition of an overworked child athlete, begging dad's boyfriend for a comforting hug and chicken nuggies because he's had nothing but spinach and egg whites for the past 3 months.

[novacorpsrecruit]

Stevie Harrington is one of the most fashionable girls in Hawkins High. She treats game days like runway shows. She’s always up to date on the latest fashion trends and seems to have a new outfit every week.

Because of this, Robin Buckley and Eddie Munson (separately) hate her guts. She’s got all this money — that she didn’t earn — and spends it so fruitlessly.

Until Robin really meets Stevie in ‘85 and Eddie in ‘86.

Then they find out that Stevie has been kicked out/cut off and she makes her own clothes. She works as a seamstress for extra money and is allowed to sew her own projects during downtime or off the clock.

Half of Stevie’s wardrobe are Simplicity patterns that she modified.

[wizzard890]

The first dyke I ever met was a former straight woman who told me she had been abused and materially abandoned by men too many times and actively decided to start pursuing relationships with women. She and her lesbian partner had been together for over a decade at the time I knew her. She was my boss at a coffee shop when I was fifteen, and her story profoundly shaped how I think about lesbianism and queer identity.

Like, not all dykes are born to it. Just something to think about, ladies.

[endless-nightshift]

Heaven officials blessing version of this. They fill me with joy <3

[daeneryseastar]

say everyone should defend the black and non-binary cast members of house of the dragon from disgusting vitriol aimed at them for their skin color/gender orientation and no one bats an eye. say a white man’s pronunciation of a made up word sucks and society. society goes wild.

[saruzzo]

It's always the same whenever someone new comes into his life— Freddie, Fausto, Peter Smith-Kingsley (…) And especially you, of course… and that's only the boys.

ROSARIO FIORELLO as FAUSTO in "The talented Mr. Ripley" (1999) dir. Anthony Minghella

[obi-wann-cannoli]

One thing I haven’t seen much discussion about in Kevin Can F**k Himself is the moment in season 2, episode 7 where the sitcom framing stays after Kevin leaves the room. When it’s just Allison and the affidavit that can ruin Tammy’s life.

The moment when Allison realizes just how easy it is to become a Kevin. To dismiss the consequences of your actions, to put your own needs and opinions above everybody else’s even to the point of destroying somebody’s career.

Because the thing is, Kevin’s not some mastermind trying to get any sort of powerful career or run a crime network. He’s just a regular man. A man who wants to feel above others, believes himself not beholden to anybody’s feelings but his own. Anybody can be a Kevin.

We know the rest of the cast has their flaws. Have their moments of selfishness. But the difference for the majority of them is that they consider the impact they have on others and make efforts to fix their mistakes or alleviate the consequences for others. Kevin never does.

So back to s2 ep7 - it’s Allison being confronted with that same choice that Kevin has. Kevin actively chooses not to care about anybody’s feelings. Allison wavers - it’s tempting to put her needs first, to benefit from Kevin’s behavior that has so long hurt her - and you don’t know if she’ll choose to stay in the sitcom. I think there’s a version of the story where she does choose to stay, and that moment is just long enough for both the character and the audience to consider what that would mean.

[jonathankai]

Xie Lian tries to make a point, it doesn't go well.

(Digitalized the comic I posted earlier)

[muzsmocsing]

old man jenkins escaped the geriatric ward again

[deadgaywizardfan]

Fit to betray the dark lord

[ghostkingsupreme]

Of course Pei Ming had to be a banana 🍌

Xie Lian & Hua Cheng | Feng Xin & Mu Qing | Shi Qingxuan & Ming Yi

[wimpy-imp]

I remember many times when my grandmother would make off hand remarks about how testosterone would make me look like a joke. that it would be funny and unnatural for someone like me to have a beard.

before that i remember my mother outing me to my grandparents without my knowledge or consent. and then having to sit with both of them on different occasions for a year while they tried to tell me i was just a masculine woman. One where they thought it was okay to ask if I'd get pregnant if a potential partner "really really wanted it 🥺" (Which. sidenote. what the actual fuck??)

i remember the day after one of those conversations my mother took me into town for a "suprise" from my grandma. and they tried to make me get my ears pierced. even when i said i didn't want to. the only reason they stopped was because i had an autistic shutdown in public and they were too embarrassed to keep trying to force me into it. That happened 2 years ago. i have very real trauma from that day.

They never cared about my gender nonconformity until i came out.

They still seem to believe that I'd only be a man if i actually secretly hated myself.