#dapper tomboy

[justythewriter]

Miss me?

[11oh1]

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

Source: Coming To Power: Writings On Lesbian S/M - Edited by members of SAMOIS

Note - This book contains very problematic and triggering content and I would not recommend it

[welldonna]

If y'all are wondering what kind of women I like:

Syd. Kehlani. Ambre. Victoria Monet and Teyana Taylor when they do the tomboy thing. Janelle Monae.

[tame-the-lion-writes]

tomboy reader x 141 - shopping

(Light warning for reader being self-conscious and insecure about her femininity.)

For the longest time, the boys of 141 don't see their tomboy teammate as a "girl." Not maliciously, of course, but it simply doesn't cross their mind.

It's not that you aren't pretty, but they're so conditioned to see you as "another one of the guys" that they don't spare a passing glance. You don't exactly dress up, either, and they haven't seen you in a skirt or dress. Nor do you have the most feminine interests--at least not that they know of--because their time with you is spent shooting at enemies, covered in blood, and kicking up dust. In short, the usual masculine tendency to see women as precious or dainty doesn't kick in. Because you're anything but.

Because you're a soldier.

In a way, you've grown to love it and hate it. The feminist side of you craves that respect and treatment as an equal. The other side of you, however, whatever the label may be, craves the idea of being wanted. You want to dress up nice and be small and cute. You want to wear heels and fluttery skirts and bows. You want to feel so sweet and sugary, that you could curl up in the palm of someone's hand--not afraid to be vulnerable and adoring and soft. Because you'd trust that person to still love and care for you, no matter how weak you allow yourself to be.

You never bring it up, though. At least not until Price asks if you have anything to wear to some fancy event, where you're stuck with a good old dress code.

"Yeaah... about that," you say with a sheepish smile. "Might have to get time off base to find something, sir. Don't think the pantsuit from my friend's wedding is gonna cut it."

"You don't got a dress? Not even one?"

"Was never the most comfortable in 'em, sir. Besides, I'm saving up for a house," you shrug. "I'm not out to buy some thousand dollar getup or jewelry." (And therein, beneath, lay the denial that if you didn't try to look feminine, you wouldn't look ridiculous doing so--imitating something you could never be.)

"Ooh, we should go shopping," Soap suggests with grin, leaning forward from his seat on the couch. "Think ol' Ghost here needs a bigger suit, anyway. Put on a few pounds--"

"Soap--"

"--of muscle! What--you think I was shaming ya?"

You roll your eyes, an anxious heat burning in your cheeks. "I can handle shopping myself, guys." And you didn't want them to be judging you for anything you put on.

"Oh, please, Gaz an' I are used to tagging along with our sisters," Soap continues, wrapping an arm around his fellow sergeant. Surprisingly, Gaz agrees with a nod.

"Not saying that you have to take us with you," Gaz starts, "but waiting outside a dressing room a couple hours is nothing."

"Long as we get food, of course," Soap adds.

"Well," Price notes, clearing his throat, "I'm in need of a new tie, too, so seems like it's settled. Ghost--and you?"

The masked man lets out a grunt, arms crossed on his recliner.

"... New suit."

Cue a little, "Ha! I knew it," from Soap. As well as Price filing for a one day vacation from the base.

** * **

You can practically feel the eyes trailing after you and the boys while you walk through the mall. Soap is loud enough as is, and combined with Gaz, both make for a pretty face. Then there's Ghost who just towers over everyone and looks like a cryptid with his mask, and Price who follows with the charm of an older gentleman. A posse of bachelors, that is.

You pick at the hem of your sleeve as you walk ahead--the default leader for today, seen as despite the boys' side quests, the main quest was you. Dressing you up in an elegant dress. Finding you matching heels and accessories. Making you look pretty and presentable.

So now you're here, standing in the dressing room of a fancy first-class boutique you could otherwise never afford--if it weren't for Price's insistence that, as your captain, it was his responsibility to make sure you looked "dapper." You smooth out the off-white creme of the skirt, staring in the mirror; you think you look pretty enough, and the pearl earrings add a certain charm to your otherwise plain features. (Though really, you're stressed that you'll seem more like a child playing dress-up--riddled with the self-consciousness of a girl trying imitate her mother, looking back at the gaudy mascara and smudged lipstick across her cheek.)

But there's no stalling. No more taking forever. The clock is ticking, and you either be judged for how you look, or judged for wasting time, or breaking down in refusal. (You know they'd never judge you--they're good men, you know--but still. You'd pick at your sleeve again if it was there--)

"Ready," you call from behind the curtain, taking a deep breath before stepping out into the light.

And all your fears melt away when they stop their banter to look at you, and their eyes widen--then soften--at the sight.

[ghost-likes-drawing]

Guys I'm trying to figure out who's bed is whose and I only can't locate three because they wear their shit to bed or keep it near their head

Leo- hat stays near by like a true tomboy (I love my genderfluid queen)

Tallulah: wears her current hat to bed

Ramon: mustache, need I explain?

Under the line may come across as me being nitpicky but I'm genuinely curious at to the reasoning so I'm leaving it in:

I'm also trying to find a logic and I'm failing

Pepito and Richas: siblings, great

Empenada- alone? Okay I guess that's-

Wait- Who's next to ChunSik?

Why are 5 beds crammed next to eachother????

Why is Pomme alone????

I tried to narrow it down by checking who ChunSik is close to and all three people it could be have beds I could locate

If u had to take a guess I'm going with Leo next to Sunny and Tallulah Between Sunny and Chayanne.

Leaving Ramon next ChunSik

but why not just put him next to Empenada? That's his chosen sister.

Is it because this is based off of Federation perspective? But if so shouldn't Dapper still be next to Pomme because the federation found their beds next to eachother.

And if this is feeeration perspective why is ChunSik next to anyone at all???

Were the spots assigned at random?

Idk very curious for the next time we see this weird egg vault to find out who is where for real

[wikiblair]

🐇🐸🦋 + bonus 📸 if you want

I start with 📸: I don´t have a smartphone.. I am still very loyal to my button nokia :D.

🦋 - Describe yourself in three words: Phew.. Okay... Stubborn, choleric aaand I don´t know.. Sad maybe? Or depressed is better choice of words... Or tired.

🐸- Describe your aesthetic: I don´t know if I understand this correctly but I try :-). As far as my clothing style goes, I am tomboy as fuck. I hate skirts and dresses as far as I remember. I prefer comfy clothes like jeans, flannels shirts, sweatpants at home etc.. But I recetly fell in love with ties, so any time the occasion ask for it I will gladly put one of ties from my collection and feeling dapper as hell :-). I don´t put make-up on my face. EVER! I had to have make-up once on my face and I was traumatized (and still am to be honest). But I think my vibe is kinda hostile towards other people. I am huge introvert, plus I had problems with meeting with people face to face in general (yes, I am taking meds for that, but there are not allmighty) so I am trying to dissuade everyone to not even try to talk to me :-). In am a bit better in online space :-). I love winter and long nights. I am definitely a night owl. So, I guess that´s it? Let me know if I forget something and you want to know :-).

🐰- What do you think says the most about a person?- Phew, not an easy question to answer.. But I think it´s their action and opinion.. Oh and since I am sapiosexual, it´s about people inteligence.. You don´t have to have IQ 175 but I really appreciate general outlook. I have to admit I hate fools (f.e. Joey Tribian is the best example of bad kind of idiot that comes to my mind right now). It´s really hard to tell. You need to let people show you your true collors (to quote Cindy Lauper) and then decide if you want them in your life or not... looks can be deceiving, your character mostly not. Unless you met pathological liar who can decieve as easy as they breathe.. Anyway.. I hope I made myself clear :-).

[mysterycharacterbracket]

Round L1, Poll #22

Remember, the winner of this poll will move on, and the loser will be revealed!

Character 155: A caring tomboy that got kidnapped by aliens and saw a lot of her family die

Character 74: Slightly unhinged dapper looking chap with a pacman for a head, plays in what is basically a game of dodgeball.

[justythewriter]

I decided to finally write about some of the struggles I face as an independent artist. Tumblr has always been an incredible space for me to introduce my music to new listeners. So withy get if you come across this check out the links and enjoy the words ❤️

IG: justymusic

TikTok: justjustymusic

An open love letter to music.

Why is music feeling like watching every kid in the school yard get picked up before me.

My mind flashes back to that feeling seven year old me embraced knowing I would sit on the cold after school lunch tables until the final call. A late evening met with an early morning every day.

But music was supposed to be safe. When I found room to be above mediocre I clung to it for dear life. Remembering the words of the first teacher who saw me, truly saw me, and how she believed in my own lyricism even at its earliest stage.

I was so hungry when I was young. Staten Island could never offer the hug a queer black kid needed, but music could.

Home didn’t understand the sadness underneath budding teenage frustration, but music could.

I met music on a first date with no expectations but in queer fashion, maybe I fell too fast.

She took up my days. Multifaceted and engaging.

She became home and a safe space. She brought out the best in me. Introducing me to all of her friends and favorite places, putting me in rooms with people I’d be invisible to until I opened my mouth, hit the mic.

Maybe in my bliss I never stopped to consider this to be unrequited love.

We never needed all of affirmations when we first fell and yet now I find myself watching the single digit counts of comments or lack thereof.

I wonder if anyone is listening as I go to share another piece of myself to no avail.

Maybe I was sharper when I met her, yet now I watch as seemingly everyone around me makes it to those places I told her I’d take her- and even worse, I ration with if I never will.

There’s guilt as I see 29 stretching out to me, how lucky am I to meet another year of life- luck not offered to my cousin, yet how terrifying to know the projection the industry throws at me.

Even as I dodge, I become scorned thinking of how easy it seems for everyone else. The virality and colossal rise. Their talent not mine, their shine not mine, their wins not mine.

When will it be my time?

Will it ever be my time?

My days are spent helping future leaders secure their future, and yet I write and erase Plan B on what used to be my “anything is possible” journal.

Still, there is that hopeless romantic in me.

Wondering if maybe it wasn’t the right time, but the time may simply be on the way.

I know time waits for no one, but as I keep throwing my heart at the wall, I wonder where I will stick.

[11oh1]

[earlgraytay]

#genuinely what are we doing here #a whole lot of trans men don't have tits #surely that is relevant for your sweater sizing

I agree that this ad is bad and dumb and stupid*, and I'm not a huge fan of this company's products... but.

A lot of transmasc folks do have different measurements than cis men, even if you've had top surgery. A lot of transmascs have broader hips, narrower shoulders, different fat distribution (especially if you're on low-dose T), proportionately shorter legs, or some hell combination of those things. If you try to Just Wear Men's Clothing, you're likely to wind up going swimming in legs that are too long, or getting cut off at the hips, or looking like a nine-year-old wearing your dad's clothes.

This company- like Dapper Boi or Wildfang or any number of tiny queer indie brands- wants to get around that by making clothes that look like the traditional Masc Silhouette, but are adapted somewhat for bodies that have hips or are binding their chests or have An Ass And No Legs. And from their store page, they look like they're doing a pretty good job of it.

I do not want to buy their products, because they look like Boring Walmart Shit at Sustainable Fashion Prices. If I'm going to pay that much for a shirt, I want it to have at least one ruffle. But they actually are trying to do something that's useful for a lot of transmasc/enby/dyke-y people, and they're just doing a piss-poor job of marketing it.

* (though I will point out that there really is no great way to reach all of the folks this company is trying to- they're trying to get just about every dyke, AFAB enby, tomboy, and transmasc to buy their stuff, and any collective noun for that group of people is going to piss someone off. they swung, they missed.)

i’m going to self immolate directly in front of whoever wrote this ad

[howdykittyleroy-blog]

Howdy Folks,

Book 2 of my epic western trilogy Alias Jeannie Delaney will be launched pretty soon and my cover reveal is imminent. (Watch this space!).

Readers on Kindle Unlimited - a cheap and easy way to read - steam through Book 1 like a railroad train. Once picked up, hard to put down for some readers apparently! It's a traditional western with a twist and I've been told that it's pretty unique for its genre - well-researched with a sense of place and an enjoyable read (thank you to those who said that!).

There's quite a bit of humour in it, besides what's expected from a gripping, no holds barred western, except that my hero is Jeannie Morgan, a hard fightin' n' shootin', pants-wearin' gal. When not sweating it out on her Pa's ranch in Wyoming among his cowboys in her early days, she regularly transforms into a charismatic, funny, tomboy beautiful, cheroot chompin' young woman in dapper and sexy male clothing. Her magnetism turns heads wherever she goes and her luminous gaze freezes folk to the spot.

Book 1 - Go West, Girl!, introduces Jeannie, who becomes the fastest gun in the west and a great lover to both men and women. The series is a sweeping tale of adventure and self-discovery on the wild frontier.

She must navigate the challenges of her gender, her sexuality, and her desires in intimate scenes that don't necessarily fade to black. She encounters self- important businessmen, rugged outlaws, saloon girls and loyal companions who help shape her into the woman she's meant to be. She faces heart-pumping showdowns and tender moments, confronting her demons and learning to trust herself and those around her.

This is an offbeat series which will appeal to readers who enjoy something different.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/West-Girl-Alias-Jeannie-Delaney-ebook/dp/B0C9YT6DVR

Hubby's railroad and Book 1!

[yohgar]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Tomboy Toes Men Brown Shoes Sz 9.5 The Downtown Dappers 10 Inches.

[dappertomboy]

Cate Blanchett for PORTER magazine

[joevillatoro]

Coachella tings’

[letzternachtzug]

Lara Mullen after the Victoria Beckham fashion show at London Fashion Week ‘19 - photographed by Milos Radoicic.