#gender galaxy

[therubymuse]

What I Am

Gender is often seen as a spectrum, with extremes at either end and space in the middle for a mix of the two, but a spectrum is still a singular dimension on which you measure something. By it’s nature, it considers everything in between the two extremes as some percentage of one and some of the other. And it’s woefully inadequate for expressing gender as a whole, I think. 

After five an a half years, the words I’ve found fit me most are “woman” and “lesbian”, and at first, these appear to be part of the aforementioned spectrum. A woman is often defined by what she isn’t, and so is a lesbian. Unfortunately, that same mechanism is also used to deny my identity and sexuality. I wasn’t born with a vagina, therefore I’m not a woman. Or, I can’t be a lesbian because I love people who fall outside the definition of “woman”. But I don’t believe I am defined by what I’m not. I’m defined by what I am. Women have long known the fight to be defined outside of our relationship to something, or someone, else. While our talents and our experiences have been subjugated for millennia, what is often considered the “golden age” of North American culture was one of extremely limited social mobility for women who would not marry a man. It took until the 1970s for women to be allowed a bank account without a man undersigning it. 

And so second wave feminism was born out of a need for being a woman to be self-defined, and for that to be good enough. Don’t get me wrong, after Stonewall feminists conspired to remove trans women from the Pride movement they had kicked off by throwing bricks at cops. I’m still mad about that. But they got one thing very right: self determination.

For me, being a woman is about sisterhood. I have always found friends and companions among other women. I have been othered, and ostracized, for being perceived as not-quite-man-enough, but other women have accepted me and understood me. It’s impossible to accurately describe just how much energy it took to keep trying to be acceptable in a role I didn’t fit into. And it’s no one characteristic or quality that makes me a woman, but my entire self, much of which I kept hidden from most people for so long I forgot who I was. 

Being a lesbian is about connection. It’s not just about a physical preference, or a singular gender. It’s about the electricity and the magic that surrounds me and someone that I touch in just that right way. The bursts of joy just from being close to each other. The romance and the giggles and sure, yes the sex too. When I allowed myself to connect with others in this way after decades of fear and hiding, it felt like the truest version of myself that could possibly exist. And I have found these connections with people who identify as more than women, or not women at all. 

These things aren’t about a spectrum. Not really. They’re about a whole galaxy of feelings and energies and labels I didn’t know I could have. Not to keep. And so, for Pride this year, I want to remind you all that while, yes, I am a woman, and a lesbian, these are but two points in an infinite galaxy of genders and sexualities. Being queer isn’t just a spectrum I fit into, it’s the entirety of who I am. The things I can explain, and the things that defy words. All of it is me.

And I can be proud of that.

[littlefankingdom]

It's ironic how Batman is painted as irresponsible for having children fighting as his side (ignoring how said children would still fight without him), but never other heroes, HOWEVER the moment the Teen Titans/Young Justice wants to do something dangerous or comes back from doing something dangerous, he is literally the only responsible adult out of the Justice League. Like, the others are simply like "I'm so proud of you!" but Batman is lecturing his kids about how dangerous it was, how they didn't even told him where they were going, how they didn't contact him about their well-being enough, about how difficult it would have been for him to come help if they needed it... He's straight-up acting like a parent that found out his kid sneaked out, but they didn't came back until later the next day, and never called to tell them they were alive.

Bruce is portrayed as the "unfunny" one when one of his teenage kids is like "the team and I wants to do this dangerous thing unsupervised", because every other adult is fine with their own doing it, but like, he is being the responsible one. Yeah, a responsible parent would not be like "sure sweetie, go fight this dangerous thing with your teenage friends", they would be like "No, you could get hurt. Yes, I trust you, but this is not safe".

Sometimes, he isn't overprotective, he is normal-level-protective for when your kid is a "vigilante that fights people who will kill them without regret" as a hobby, and the others are being careless (no hate to them tho)

[queereldritchgalaxyprincess]

Today is my second anniversary of starting HRT! Which is awesome! imagine how much better my tits will look after another year 🥵

Here’s to making your own future on the cellular level 💖

[vertiska]

Everyday i'm more and more convinced that some star wars "fans" don't even like star wars. Recently I went to youtube to look for videos about The Acolyte bc i've been enjoying it so far. Only videos I could find had some sort of "Disney ruined Star Wars" or "The Acolyte is a total disaster" and I'm just tired. Every time I'm trying to enjoy star wars content there's some toxic "fanboy" hating on everything that I enjoy in the newer content and saying that if I like it I'm worse of a fan. I know that some shows have their problems but it's sooooo much better to watch the content without someone screaming in my ear how bad it is. Yes, most of my favourite characters are women, I enjoy The Acolyte, Mandalorian season 3, Ahsoka series, and even quite enjoy the sequels and yes I have my own opinions on them but I'm not gonna harass the actors who worked on them unlike some people... Anyways have a nice day/night and enjoy star wars however you want.

May the force be with you🫡

[kkl1nch0r]

We've Got Business!

Boothill x Gender Neutral reader

Synopsis: What happens when two mercenaries, assigned to eliminate each other, walk into a bar? (No, seriously— what the fuck happens.)

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“So what kinda business ya got me here for today?!”

He’s the one. You gaze at the paper in front of you— cattleman hat, a striking eye, and a cocky but toothy grin. Flared jeans, heeled boots, half flesh, and half metal, you get it— the whole package.

Eliminate him, is what the order says.

Your eyes look at the man entering the bar up and down— yup, it’s him. Boothill saunters over to the counter where you sit, and the bartender eyes him up and down, not unlike the way you did earlier, except it wasn’t just a glance— it’s a calculating gaze, up and down.

“Not much,” you say sarcastically, giving the cowboy space ranger a snide glance once more. “Figured you’d be digging around for the last gold nugget, eh?”

Boothill arches an eyebrow, propping an elbow against the counter, his metallic body clanking around noisily. “Alright, Missy or Mister. Who in the godly Aeons are ya?”

You shrug, but your eyes stray to the paper in front of you, haunting you like a dead ghost. Boothill sees it. He knows you know, and he doesn’t miss the way you reach up in your back pocket, hands ever so subtlety handling the muzzle of a gun.

“Y/n, but I guess you already know that.” You smirk, pouring the last of the drink down your mouth, letting out a satisfied exhale. “Boothill, is it?”

Boothill’s also gripping for his gun, and he spits out a golden bullet, opening the magazine and checking it as he grunts, shrugging. “Yup. Looks like we’ve got a naaaaasty job for today.”

“I second that,” you say, and sigh as you whip out the gun from your back pocket, flipping it midair so your hands are holding the grip. You yawn, not even looking as you fire the bullets at Boothill, and the bullets ricochet off the ceiling, bouncing left, right and sideways.

The cowboy smirks, his body flying as he weaves through the bullets with ease.

“Ha!” says Boothill, spinning his gun, cocking his gun, firing bullets of his own. “Ya gotta do way better than that, buddy.”

Bullets pierce the walls of the bar, but you yawn again, stretching as you rise from your chair— so this is what the client meant by playing a dangerous game?

Today’s order: as the most skilled mercenary in town, you're assigned to take down the only other skilled mercenary in town (albeit he has a bit of the sassy attitude). You hadn’t expected it to be this fun.

“Wooooweee!” Boothill whoops, flipping over acrobatically over an empty table in the bar, as the bartender yells and ducks for cover. The cowboy is having the time of his life as he fires countless bullets, even pouring the magazine in his mouth and churning more out of his mouth. “Well, come on! At least try to kill me, will ya?”

You grunt, sidestepping as another volley of bullets hurtle past you, and rush forward, ducking and weaving through tables and yelling drinkers. Boothill’s heeled boot skids backward as you get into his face, back-handing him with the butt of your gun as he hisses in pain.

“Well, fork me—”

Boothill is backed up towards a wall, but he eyes a table to his left— drinkers are playing poker on it— and he leans forward, yanking the table over the drinkers, wedging it between you and him to create some room.

“Alright, my turn!” Boothill chirps, cocking his gun. You reach behind you for anything you could use against him as he faces you with a shit-eating grin, finger already pressing down on the trigger.

He retaliates with a rapid-fire volley of bullets in your direction, but you snatch a random chair, grunting as you haul it up, and throw it at his face— as he whoops (this time in surprise), you jump over the wine-soaked table and leap over him, swiping at his cowboy hat to hopefully knock his head, but he ducks.

You groan. Of course. For a second you had forgotten he wasn’t a mercenary, too.

“It’s raining, baby!” Boothill hollers. 

The cowboy grabs an abandoned wine bottle and jumps onto the table— you land on the floor, facing the wall, but duck just in time as the wine bottle hurtles over and shatters over your head. Glass is falling on you as Boothill roars with laughter, throwing bottle after bottle of wine with reckless abandon, hoping he’d score a lucky hit.

He must’ve been terrible at the jackpots, then. None of the glass bottles hit you. Their shards surround you, though, but you hop over them easily.

Your hands fly with precision— taking another gun from your other back pocket, loading the magazine and cocking it, aiming for him, but—

He’s gone.

“Damn it!” you seethe, looking around wildly for any sign of the cocky cowboy, but he’s disappeared. For a moment you consider that Boothill’s gone, run off to escape, but then—

The cowboy chuckles darkly. “Right here, baby.”

You shiver as a gravelly voice speaks behind you, tingles running down your neck. Boothill, that sneaky bastard…

You whip around, elbowing the cyborg straight in the face— he sputters, and bullets fire again. However, Boothill has managed to catch you off guard, so none of his bullets really hit him. The only ones that do lodge into his metallic body (good Aeons, where have you been aiming?) and he sprints towards you as yells of protest circulate the bar.

Both mercenaries are in no state to listen. Boothill spits out a bullet, cocking his gun again, and you duck again. Defeaning bangs echo in the small bar.

Boothill’s bullets whizz past over your head, and he’s completely lost it. Whatever had been wiring him to sanity has snapped, and you gritted your teeth, stretching your leg out abruptly in a sweeping kick over the floor.

Boothill, for the love of Aeons, doesn’t notice. He’s knocked off his feet, and you cock your gun, straightening, and kick the gun out of his hands as he splutters censored curses and incoherent language.

“Here I thought this was gonna be fun,” you snarl, pointing at Boothill’s face, wedging the heel of your boot onto his body.

“Yeah, me too,” Boothill replies, and you narrow your eyes. He’s up to something.

The cowboy’s got some of your tricks up his sleeve— he’s managed to grab the foot of a chair and yank it towards himself, and you yell as he raises it above his head, and sends the chair hurtling towards your face.

“Eat this, Son of a nice lady!” he barks, and the chair is flying towards your face too fast for you to back up.

Something breaks. Your face, your nose— it’s bleeding, and Boothill looks pretty roughed up too— he’s got a rogue crack in his face and the fleshed part of his face is bruised. The cowboy is still laying on the floor, but he’s getting up again. You see the bullets lodged in random metallic parts of his body.

“That was my move!” you yell pettily, firing bullets at random, hoping one of them would hit the mark.

Turns out both of you suck at the jackpot. None of your bullets hit Boothill, and are instead lodged into the wooden floors of the bar.

“That’s my charm, baby.” Boothill winks as he stands, points his gun at you, and you both circle each other, having drawn to a tie.

You scowl. “Don’t pull that shit again.”

“Might just will.”

Both of you fire your guns at the same time. As the bartender and drinkers huddle in fear, there’s no sound of bullets firing— just empty clicks from the guns.

“What the—?” Boothill stammers and he opens his gun magazine. “My bullets!”

“What the hell did you do?” you yell back. Your gun is empty of bullets too.

Boothill, agitated, clenches his fist and flexes his metallic arm. “Alright, you asked for it.”

You spin your empty gun in your hands. “Looks like you ate all your bullets up. How is that my fault?”

“No way! You ate all mine!”

“I’m not a bullet-eating piece of shit like you!”

Both of you start spitting out insults at each other, and its almost gone physical when you realize the entire situation is pointless. The bartender swallows drily— It’s like watching two children fight.

Finally, you sigh, tossing your empty gun to the floor. “I’m tired of this bullshit.”

Boothill shrugs. “Me too.”

“Up for a drink?”

“Yup. Two beers, please.”

[potato-lord-but-not]

he’s the most pathetic meow meow and I want him so bad

[ventresses]

Star Wars + Moodboards

Clone Trooper: Sister

"What's your name, trooper?" “Sister. It's how my brothers tell everyone I belong."

[c-rowlesdraws]

oohhhh, a new recommended 5-hour-long video about how the star wars franchise is overall repetitive and shallow... I too believe this, but, crucially: do I yet care enough about star wars to watch a 5-hour video about a star wars opinion that I already know I agree with going in...

[starriesse]

[ID: Three almost identical nine striped flags. The first, third, seventh, and ninth stripes have semicircles facing inwards. The colors, from top to bottom, are faded pink, pink, pastel pink, pink, off-white pink, pink, pastel pink, pink, and faded pink. In the center flag, there is a symbol of a pink heart with demon horns, wings, and a tail with a white outline in the middle. The other two flags do not have this symbol. End ID]

♡ ⁔⁔ CUDEMONIC ... !!

[PT: Cudemonic. End PT]

— A gender related to cuteness and demons, for example: being a cute demon. However, one who identifies with this term may intertwine the ideas however they wish.

[toffeelemon]

this Simon with this Wille

“No hetero, but -” Simona does an impressive dance with her eyebrows.

“Spain, nej,” Wilhelm protests weakly, already accepting defeat when she grins toothily at him.

“Sweden, sí,” Simona says sweetly as she intertwines their fingers together, tugging Wilhelm down the corridor and towards the direction of the ballroom they have escaped from.

“Think about it, it’s mutually beneficial. We pretend to be courting, August will leave me alone for the rest of the night, and your mother will stop trying to set you up with every single upper class girl in the country to turn you straight, because you have landed yourself with a Crown Princess,” Simona basically skips down the corridor, sounding way too pleased with her ploy.

Crown Princess of Spain and closeted lesbian Simon enlists her newly befriended queer kindred spirit, the anxious second born of the Swedish Crown, to launch their social media campaign as a totally heterosexual fairytale darling royal couple. Nothing scandalous at all.

aka wlw princesses wilmon, as per tradition someone is trans

[dumpofletterz]

What favorite positions do you think the bbbglx adults prefer…..

───FAVORITE POSITIONS

BBBGLX adult(male) and their favorite positions...to fuck you. ❥ Headcanons + small imagines, gender neutral reader

WARNINGS: nsfw (mdni my ass Ik damn well y'all ignore this, still be warned though.),use of pet names, biting, rough sex (sa'riya and ejo jo), shitty writing

Characters: Sa'riya, Tarung, Ramenman, Kaizo, Ejo jo, Gur'mida, Cikala (sa'riya is literally androgynous.)

Females: soon.

───Sa'riya.

this mf is so freaky...doggy style. She will hug your waist and press her chest on your back. she's probably the most messy out of all, would fuck you ferally, pounding and slamming her hips to yours like a wild animal.

you can never try to make sa'riya to stop fucking you. "shiiiiitt...so-so pretty, pretty, doll!" she panted, "I— ohhh, wow, ahhh- fuck." it's been hours, you don't even know how many rounds you two had have, the only thing you know is she's hugging your waist and her fucking your ass like there's no tomorrow from behind. so sloppy....you can't even feel your legs anymore at this point. "mmmfh-hah... 'eel so good— no more, please no-no more!" lies, you wanted more. "mmm, fuck—nah. don't worry...I'm so close-ahhhhahhh! shit." her pace was godly she had no intention of stopping. everything was so wet...and creamy. shit, you were also close. speaking of doggy style, she's fucking you like a dog in heat. "shit m’gonna, gonna, gonna!" dirty moans came out of you, thighs squeezing together. she drools and screams- laughs and wails while having the brightest smile like someone insane only problem is that she is insane. “Haaah not yet-" sa'riya says, moving more closer to you, plunging her cock into you then continuing to pound you, she was rearranging your insides at this point. sa'riya was moaning loudly, almost screaming that it almost seems like the whole gur'latan heard her. they probably did.

───Tarung.

missionary, he loves it when you two have eye contact while he's literally rocking his cock inside you—and give you sweet kisses. he would also carry you, wrapping your legs around him and fuck you while he's standing. (size kink, he's big alr)

your hole was stretched to it's limit with tarung's non-stop pounding, he was so gentle that it wasn't enough for you. skin against skin slamming, god it felt so good. "eehhe- fuck, fuck fuck. m'soooo goood." your legs kept moving from different angles and sometimes ascending, you can't help it. tarung fucking you so beautifully whilst you two make eye contact. "shhh, shh, calm down bunny, don't move to much— oh fuck!" tarung grunted as his hips smacked against your ass and thighs. that's it, he's had enough of your whining. next thing you know is that he was carrying you, your hips wrapped onto his waist. "wha-" that's when you noticed when his skin color changed, it was red. fuck it was already 7 am. "you really don't know how to behave, don't you?" after you were adjusted, he suddenly "AHHah! wai-waiittt! uehhhg, shi-shiiiitt-shi hi-." a scream comes out from you as he rammed into you roughly "fuck- fuck so fucking tight f’me aahha!”

───RamenMan/ManRamen.

face riding/sitting. this man fucking loves to eat, he doesn't care if you nearly suffocate him, he would eat you out, probably for his own pleasure and not yours.

he was a huggeee fan of face sitting, you sitting on his face while eating you out was the best decision he has made in his entire life. your hole pushed against his tongue while he struggled to breate? yes. but poor you, thinking it was too much from him—so you pulled yourself off him. but as soon as you take a look from below, you saw his whiny face, wanting more. "woah!-" suddenly you get shocked when he grabbed your waist and set you to sit on his beautiful face once again. "noo... noooo don't go away. don’t run away pleaseee" god why is his voice so attractive. "let me eat you please, hmmm so hungry-need more, more." he'll make sure you're wet from his constant eating before fucking you. "so creamy...so naughty." he says, his tongue continuing to explore your insides.

───Kaizo.

..getting pegged. listen, this man is NOT a dom, he is sooo shy when you two make love, he's too shy to fuck you so you'll fuck him instead. riding. ride him and it will be the best thing that's happened to him, can't even look you straight in the eyes and would only if you hold his jaw and force him to.

god he's such a baby. his fan girl were brainwashed into thinking he was that hot man who would dominate his partner. well guess what, he was the complete opposite. "hmph-" he huffs as your thighs danced on his cock, "ohhhh-oh! hahhh...humm hp-shiii" he was more of a moaner, he couldn't process using words while you fuck him up so good. this man is actually very shy, "hm? what's that? you want more?" yes please, yes. he wants more. but oh no :( he can't talk. "can't talk? then no more" he whines when he hears this, oh that voice is so pretty. of course you couldn't resist him, he was like a siren. "oh fuck! mhaahhh..oh, oh oh!" he cries out of joy, hugging your waist while you take control of him....he didn't know how he ended up in this but he was so glad. getting pegged in the ass felt so good. it drove him wild, he wanted to do the same thing for you but, it will take him a really long time once he gets the enough courage to fuck you himself- and not you fucking him.

───Ejo jo.

fucking you on the wall. (s3 ejojo because his original form was lit build like a twig) he loves to take control, wall fucking is his favorite, he'll bang you and you'll just be taking pleasure.

"what is it hot stuff? can't handle my cock?" you were almost passing out from this, your back feeling the cold tempareture of the wall while your insides were hot as hell. "you're so mean..ah!" he slammed one hard thrust inside you to shut you off, he's such a bully. anytime you talk he would give you this one.hard.thrust inside you with his cock, it's an excuse for him to get more rough with you. "awww, can't handle it? feel so good?" this stupid guy laughs while you're dizzy from all this fucking. "fuck, fuck!" he felt hot, He was so— so close. he recognized the way you were moving, moaning- you were about to come. he smirks "hahh? why-why did you stooop? joo!!!" you mewl like a pathetic cat as he prevented you from creaming, you squeeze you legs while he laughs at you. "you really are pathetic." and there he goes again, suddenly giving you a hard pound.

───Gur'mida.

cowgirl/cowboy, except it's him controlling you. he'd sit and any time you move he'd put his hands on your hips and adjust you perfectly, he will then hug you and slam you in. he's big alright─bigger than tarung, taking him would be difficult to you so he'll help you out.

he's so big oh my god the size difference... his cock splitting you open as he towers his big figure over your much smaller one, your back arching and back feeling his heated chest. gosh he could see how you felt good as his robust body was against your back. "I-It's too big! s'too biig!" no it's not, stop being stupid. your hole was made for his huge ass cock, taking him in so, so good... "relax love, shh... see? It fits perfectly." he was so gentle, yet fucking himself inside you felt rough. "hmmmmh-..ahha!!! heug-heeehhh.... s-oo-soo big!" you were literally dripping wet, he was so happy you felt good (i fucking love gentle giants) a whining mess you were, he watches you being so obedient and letting him control you because he was to big, you couldn't ride it alone yourself. "fuuuhuuuckkk, so-so good it hurts!" he can't help himself wanting to fill you all up until you couldn't take it anymore- but he also didn't want to hurt you.

───Cikala.

any position that he gets to kiss you. god this man is sooooo pretty, he wants to kiss you at every chance he gets. he's so needy for kisses that it's so annoying, will fuck your brains out while he's passionately kissing you.

"pretty, pretty" the moment you two had a chance to be alone, you immediately made out...and got into this situation, your hips rocking at each others, insides feeling so good. and your pretty partner kissing you while he works his cock inside you, the way your hole tightens while it takes his cock only makes him to kiss you sloppier, his lips can't help but press it onto yours.... who's he to blame? "you taste so f'kn good..."

NOTE: Why is this so pathetic. This is actually my first time writing smut after years.

ngl I should've added retak'ka or vargoba

[soccerpunching]

so i saw that gilrhood is a spectrum post again /pos

[queereldritchgalaxyprincess]

exhausted. stubbly. very tired of my period. not ready for the holidays. but i stay silly and find joy in the little things (like how long my hair is, or how much my boobs jiggle when i go downstairs really fast)

[demigoddessqueens]

dog days are over

So per a previous post here, I’m writing the GoTG fluff

Adam Warlock

Fluff would include (formally) introducing him to the rest of the Ravagers and the Guardians, bonding over new experiences, his new pet taking a liking to you for cuddles, him reminiscing over his old life, hand holding, fleeting glances and touches, shy kisses that grow into more

Peter Quill

Fluff would include talking to each other about your families and friends, bonding over a shared love of music, exploring Earth together, tight cuddles and hugs, “dance-offs”, hand holding, deep heated kisses, stealing and wearing his jacket, movie date nights

[corporatecoinings]

Endlesstarsgalaxypalettic

A gender related to the Endless Stars In The Galaxy color palette by color-palettes.

Coined by : Natasha/Angel from The Corporate Tower

Photos are from here

Palettegender coined by Kiruliom. 1 + 2

Banners originated from here

[starriesse]

[ID: Three almost identical eleven-striped flags. The first and last three stripes have small bumps facing inwards, while the fourth and seventh have large bumps facing inwards. The stripes, from top to bottom, are deep orange-red, desaturated red, red, magenta-red, faded pink, white, faded pink, magenta red, red, desaturated red, and deep orange red. The middle flag has an icon of a cartoony heart with a knife stabbing it in the center, while the other two flags do not have this icon. End ID]

♡ ⁔⁔ FINALGIRLFRIEND ... !!

[PT: Finalgirlfriend. End PT]

— A gender related to final girls and girlfriends. This can mean being a final girl and a girlfriend, having a girlfriend who is a final girl, or any other way the user wishes to entwine the two ideas. One does not have to be a girl or feminine to identify with this gender.

[ID: Three almost identical eleven-striped flags. The first and last three stripes have small bumps facing inwards, while the fourth and seventh have large bumps facing inwards. The stripes, from top to bottom, are deep orange-red, desaturated red, red, blue, desaturated cyan-blue, white, desaturated cyan-blue, blue, red, desaturated red, and deep orange red. The middle flag has an icon of a cartoony heart with a knife stabbing it in the center, while the other two flags do not have this icon. End ID]

♡ ⁔⁔ FINALBOYFRIEND ... !!

[PT: Finalboyfriend. End PT]

— A gender related to final boys and boyfriends. This can mean being a final boy and a boyfriend, having a boyfriend who is a final boy, or any other way the user wishes to entwine the two ideas. One does not have to be a boy or masculine to identify with this gender.