#favorite gender

[angelosearch]

It's an oddly specific gender... (technically Razer has facial tattoos but that's a form of scarring!)

[thediscohorse]

Spent way too long on this and it's kinda rough, but it's a position I stand behind and need to put out into the world

[jev-urisk]

Genuine question, why are your pronouns structured like they/them/he?

Is that in lime order of preference or smth

(obviously no hate, genuinely curious)

I am a genderfluid cryptid first and foremost, but like masculine titles like Sir.

It's a shorthand for whatever gender that is, I suppose.

[reiketsui]

shoutout to characters who are just fake bitches hiding behind a mask they can't ever allow to slip

[kree-katcoolstuff]

[ibenology]

I just keep adding to this and it’s slowly going from a meme to something I might have to talk to my therapist about

[fungalnebula]

What I love most about Gandalf big naturals is how much it eases my chest dysphoria. I can sleep without a shirt on now because of Gandalf Big Naturals. Knowing that the artist made the original image while recovering from top surgery and said the image was like a final parting gift from their boobs makes me feel even better about the image's effect on me. Men with big naturals makes me feel much more good about my body than those old posts on here that were like "trans men! Some men have pecs!!! So don't feel dysphoric <3". It's much more meaningful to see a hairy, bearded man with a huge H cup rack not letting his tits get in the way of his masculinity.

Most of all, Gandalf Big Naturals helped me love my body the way it is instead of hating something that's a part of me. Of course I still want top surgery but the fact that I can live with my own big naturals until then without wanting to guillotine them off is really important.

[limerickshere]

Though many are high-ranked contenders,

The remainder to this one surrenders

You can't help but like

The workers on strike

They're one of my fav-or-ite genders.

[empiireans]

this is stupid ik

[emmyrosee]

happy birthday to my Kiyoomi man (and my momma LMAOO-)

—-

When the side of the bed next to him is cold, Kiyoomi is immediately suspicious.

You’re never up and out long enough for your side of the bed to become cold, you hate the feeling of having to rewarm it under your body (though you assure him you don’t mind too much, as you warm up in his arms).

Regardless, he wakes up with a cocked brow and a small, sleepy scowl.

He makes his way out of the room, adorned only in his boxers, knuckling his eyes and smacking his lips as he searches for you.

He checks the bathroom, only to find the door wide open and dark. Then, he checks the kitchen, seeing it in a similar state, he feels a small sense of panic creep through his body.

Only to disappear when he enters the living room and finds you, sleeping. There’s countless black and gold balloons surrounding you, your body curled in on itself for warmth and a cup of cold tea resting next to you. He smiles and looks at the clock. 4 am. You must’ve been out here for hours, blowing up balloons by mouth alone.

“Hey,” he whispers, creeping towards you. He gently lays a hand on your shoulder and shakes you awake, “whatcha doin?”

“Balloons,” you barely manage, voice drunk with sleep and heavy with exhaustion. Your throat sounds raw, probably from so much energy going into the balloon blowing. He chuckles and looks around the room for more details.

There’s a small sign with “happy birthday” in black and gold still wrapped in plastic, black party hats and plates on the side table- you probably were planning on having the boys over for breakfast this morning.

“C’mon, baby,” he says softly, poking you with his toe. “Let’s go back to bed. You need it.”

“C’me.”

“Huh?”

“Carry me,” you whine.

He rolls his eyes with a smile before bending down and scooping you up in his arms, adjusting you comfortably before making his way back to the bedroom with you cradled in his arms.

“D’t tell ‘omi,” you slur, and he snickers softly.

“Won’t say a word.”

[bluewolfangel01]

Lucifer: "Mc what are you doing?"

Mc: "nothing."

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: "Beel, explain."

Beel: "They asked to sit on my shoulders to be tall."

Lucifer: "I see now. And why is it that you wanted to be tall Mc?"

Mc: "A strange innate desire for height and the high ground."

Lucifer: 😑

Lucifer: "And you agreed to this why Beel?"

Beel: "They made me food." 🥺

[polyphonetic]

If you liked:

"women are my favorite guy"

Consider:

Supporting and accommodating multi-gendered people :)

[ravings-of-a-mad-scientist]

Paleontologist: I became a paleontologist because dinosaurs are cool

Astronomer: I became an astronomer because space is cool

Chemist: I became a chemist because explosions are cool

Archeologist: I became an archeologist because Indiana Jones is cool

Mycologist: I. Fucking. LOVE. Mushrooms.

Paleontologist: Uh…

Mycologist: IWillLiterallyMurderYouJustSoICanWatchFungiBreakDownYourDecayingRemainsDon’tTestMeBoneBoy

[harlowes-home]

*GRABBING YOU* HEY. HEY LOOK AT ME. SHURO DOESN'T HATE LAIOS FOR THE SAME THINGS HE LOVES FALIN FOR OKAY? OKAY? IT'S IMPORTANT TO ME YOU KNOW THAT ALRIGHT. IT'S IMPORTANT YOU KNOW LAIOS AND FALIN AREN'T THE SAME JUST GENDER SWAPPED ALRIGHT? Shuro hates (hates a strong word for it honestly but it's the simplest to use) Laios because he himself was raised to know and rely on subtle social cues and etiquettes that Laios doesn't pick up on while doing the opposite: being very outspoken and unknowingly making things awkward in some situations. THATS WHAT SHURO HATES. We see that Falin while still very weird in her own right is much more conscious of peoples feelings and social cues which Shuro appreciates. SHURO DOESN'T HATE LAIOS FOR LIKING MONSTERS AND WEIRD THINGS AND LOVE FALIN FOR THE SAME HE HATES LAIOS BECAUSE HE DOESN'T RECOGNIZE THE ONLY WAY SHURO KNOWS HOW TO COMMUNICATE BOUNDARIES AND SHURO IS BAFFLED BY IT CONSTANTLY.

[lleann-art]

yamaguchi doodles

[candyskiez]

God no seriously I love liars. I love when characters want their lie to be real. I love when characters didn't think this lie would be that serious, when they think it's just a little white lie that's worth it and that's helping even. I love when the lie gets wildly out of control and endangers everyone else in the process. I love when they're so so guilty over it and yet they can't say it, can't make themselves, too afraid of the consequences. I love when they're extremely aware of how wrong it is and still they can't admit it.

I love when characters make part of their identity being a liar. I love when characters openly admit that you can't trust what they say. Why do they? Bragging? Warning them? Just being self aware? I love when the character with a reputation for lying is trying to tell the truth and nobody believes them, and they have nobody to blame but themselves. I love when they lie so much not even they know what's under the act. I love when they don't know what's acting and what's not, when lying is just a habit for them.

I love characters who have begun to believe their own lie. Maybe they started with lying to themselves before they even said it to anyone else. Maybe they need this lie so they don't fall apart. Maybe it's all that's keeping them from breaking under reality. Maybe they take any attempt to confront them with the truth as a personal attack, because why would you make them face that. Maybe they've forgotten the truth. Maybe they never knew the truth at all. Maybe the lie was just the closest possible answer they could think of. How much are they a liar and how much are they just a person who was wrong? Where's the line?

I love liars. There are so many ways you can take their character and I will always lose my shit over it.