#this is my fourth attempt of posting this

[transmisogyny-explained]

[Image Text 1: “I wish to reiterate her message, grim though it may be: There is no salvation awaiting us in a glorified past that does not exist. If we are to advocate for our humanity, our legibility, and our liberty, it will be as a part of something new, something unprecedented, something we do not as yet have names for. You do not want the ‘veneration’ that the holy men of my culture reserve for us.” /End Image Text 1]

[Image Text 2: “Most reprehensible, however, are the attempts to paint any desires for solidarity between hijras and transsexuals as ‘Western imperialism’, or to enshrine their degendering as a valiant ‘decolonial’ effort to preserve non-Western cultures in all their bloodstained glory. As a disowned daughter of this culture, I wish to state in no uncertain terms:

“If a culture’s preservation depends on the violation and degendering of and denial of dignity to my sisters, then it should join every other extant regime that thrives on injustice, upon the ash-heap.” /End Image Text 2]

[Image Text 3: “...marginalization. Sex is not quite as binary as advertised, because the heterosexual regime has always regarded people as one of human, broodmare, or freak. If you are not a person with autonomy, then you are a vessel for those who are … and if you cannot even be that, then you are a waste of flesh, something to be fucked, killed, or both.

“The butch derided and beaten as a delusional ‘he-she’, the tranny who can be endlessly violated, and even the woman who merely refuses to have children, are bound by this commonality. If we cannot participate in reproduction, we must be fixed … or disposed of.”

[Image Text 4: “On that note, we ought to touch upon one of the most sinister omissions regarding this book, tucked away in endnotes on page 166. In the fourth numbered endnote there, Nanda suggests a slew of texts critiquing the ‘cultural construction of transsexualism by the medical and mental health professions’. Among them is Raymond (1979)—The Transsexual Empire.

“The foundational text of anthropological third-sexing of the hijra affirmatively cites the most famous transmisogynist in existence, laundering her bilious, fervent hatred of transsexuals into the annals of the queer academy.” /End Image Text 4]

[Image Text 5: “The Enlightened West, in all its wisdom, already has a Third Sex: the tranny.” /Image Text 5]

[Image Text 6: “(Trans)misogyny is not a cultural value worth preserving. The development of a cross-cultural transsexual and transfeminist consciousness, rooted in the recognition of how our identities and struggles are similarly shaped, is not imperialism. It is a struggle for liberation, one that queer academia is heinously eager to oppose, and one whose proponents shall no longer be spoken over.” /End Image Text 6]

[Image Text 7: “...reverted to appease that selfsame elite). I do not know how to explain to learned academics that sexual objectification and reproductive exploitation were not innovations that the West pioneered, nor do I know how to explain that historical record of ‘asceticism’, of hijra being prescribed a livelihood of begging for alms at ceremonies, is not ‘reverence’ or an ‘institutionalized gender-role’, but marginalization.” /End Image 7]

[Image Text 8: “#oh i didn’t realise this was a recent post.. read it like yesterday when someone linked it elsewhere #gotta say as another desi tgirl. thank you so much for writing this #i was vaguely aware of most of what was touched but i didn’t really the origins of most of it or how to discuss a lot of it #proceeded to go through the rest of your theory [on transmisogyny and lesbophobia] #your writing is wonderfully lucid and i love how you present concepts #the prose feels fantastic to try digest; even if a but dense for me at times #saved” /End Image Text 8]

[Image Text 9: “#as i read i started thinking the author being critiqued sounded more like ‘being nb is more queer than being binary trans: terf edition’ #and then BAM turns out she cited the terf bible just to remove all doubt #misogyny #and transmisogyny but mostly misogyny (in the form of ‘women who can’t bear children are worthless and that’s what transfems are ergo…’)” /End Image Text 9]

The Third Sex

After months of research and painstakingly connecting the threads of transmisogyny theory, queer activism, and field-wide epistemic injustice, I would like to present "The Third Sex": my treatise on a third-world transfeminism.

[homestead-akatsuka]

"Good day, grasshopper!"

for the first time ever, i - nephilapothecary 'trout' homestead-akatsuka - have finished a ref, and i want to crumble into dust

would you believe this is a 'cover page' ref? as in the actual ref i posted as a wip isn't even done? and neither are joro's expression sheets nor design notes done? sigh... long long way to go!

more info of joro and other credits under the cut because i'm scared of long posts. by long, i MEAN long i am very sorry in advance.

'name' ✧ Mai/Mugi Jorō (麦 ジョロ—) age ✧ late 20s to 30s (generally a good two years older than the sextuplets for reference) height ✧ 4'11 / 151cm birthday ✧ March 14 nationality ✧ Singaporean, Chinese (Cantonese/Hokkien) gender ✧ Non-binary pronouns ✧ They/He/She – doesn't mind any pronouns, but generally prefers them in the order shown. orientation ✧ Sapphic/Lesbian, Polyamorous, Demisexual voice-claims ✧ Saiga Mitsuki (JPN), Stephanie Beatriz (ENG)

playlist ✧ "And the sunshine greets you again, my scarab!" (to specify, the voice-claims for both JPN and ENG are Rika from Pokemon Horizons and Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn 99 respectively!)

Jorō is the current and only farmer that owns the now-revitalised land on the outskirts of Akatsuka Ward, the quaint Furusato Homestead (故郷農場). Without so much as a tie to the country, it seems as if they've appeared out of nowhere.

They are known by quite a few of the seniors in Akatsuka Ward, though mostly by the stay-at-home parents and local cooks. They make a decent living off of their crops and own a reliable little flock of hens and wild geese, with barn cats that seemed to settle in of their own accord.

One of the few friendlier citizens quickly become a familiar face to them; Jorō becomes fast friends with Matsuyo, someone who frequents their produce at the farmers' market - the fact that Jorō never charges all that much and looks way too young to be a farmer must have drawn Matsuyo in out of curiosity. They see her almost like a second mother, with her kind words and reassuring smile, whose meetings at the markets sometimes come with little gifts of food. Their meetings with Matsuyo soon extend beyond exchanging produce and small talk, and Jorō's presence in the Matsuno household become known to the sextuplets living there. Well, the few instances of their name are accompanied only with a healthy dose of motherly nagging.

A collective decision to put a stop to this endless harassment from their mother, the sextuplets attempt to confront them - and hopefully, scare them off so they wouldn't have to hear about getting jobs again.

An... unfortunate incident leads to a very rocky first impression of Jorō, but the lot of them sort it out in due time.

In the present, the idiosyncratic farmer finds themselves to be good friends with all six of the Matsuno brothers, each with their own little oddities. They are especially fond of the second, fourth, and fifth brothers: Karamatsu, their go-to buddy for so-bad-its-good western movies and playful, sometimes heartfelt talks. Ichimatsu, their quiet companion whose candid - and also morbid - conversations make for great company. And Jyushimatsu, an almost-rabid ball of energy who never gives them a day of mundanity.

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Jorō's personality and looks are a strange mismatch. Covered neck-down in intricate tattoos of insects and botanical illustrations, one would assume them to assert themselves like a delinquent would, or at least assertively enough to give off a threatening aura, even at a glance. This could not be further from the truth.

They carry themselves with an air of whimsy and have a level-headed mindset. Jorō's language, though warm and homely, can sometimes seem eccentric - choosing to refer to their friends with insect-related terms of endearment and speaking almost in roundabout manners. They rarely hold grudges, but have learnt to be quite wary of people who they find to be shady or untrustworthy. Despite the mellow persona they hold, if they ever aren't being taken seriously, they can and will make their stance clear as day, through words or force. A very 'do no harm, take no shit' attitude. Don't worry though, they're very placid most times.

Jorō comes off as polite and charming to acquaintances, but by god, do they have a potently concentrated ball of anxiety hidden in deep layers within their heart. They easily tire when they're around unfamiliar people, having to keep up the cool, composed act and having to figure out what to say to certain people so they don't come off as impolite or strange. Around friends, they loosen up quite easily and can get a little vulgar. They mean well, it's just natural habit to swear.

A hoarder of hobbies, the king of trinkets. They have a dedicated room for their old, current, and transient hobbies, as well as display shelves for all the little items they collect. You can find quite a lot of stuff in there; guzhengs, violins, embroidery, pottery wheels and more. Their current interests lie heavily in the arts and sciences, mostly illustrations, insect identification, and insect pinning. They love beetle fighting but only ever conduct it under very strict, specific circumstances – they despise hurting beetles for entertainment, and would rather have them fight naturally than force it.

An individual with a vested interest in entomology, environmental sciences, native biodiversity, and ecology. They've earned a Bachelor's Degree in Science and minored in entomology in Australia, they WILL talk your ear off about insects do NOT mention insects around them you will REGRET IT.

Jorō Trivia 𓆣

✧ They speak English, Japanese, German, Mandarin, and some Cantonese! It's mostly swears for Cantonese but they can also converse in it too.

✧ Aside from the Matsuno family, they're cloae buddies with Chibita! They sell daikon and fresh eggs to them and accepts coupons for free oden sometimes.

✧ They hand-embroider a lot of their shoes and pants! A habit they developed from their university days, in which they'd cover all the accidental acid spills and bleach stains with floral and insect motifs.

✧ Their parents enrolled them into a lot of extracurriculars as a kid, so they end up being decent at a lot of things; first aid, singing, violin, guzheng, etc. They're no master though.

✧ A lot of animals seem docile around them. They've managed to befriend a family of geese on their property, formed an alliance with the feral barn cats that take residence in their shed, and somehow managed to figure out a compromise between the crows that always want a bite of their crops. How they do it, nobody knows.

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god okay I took a LOT of inspiration from @/puffpawstries and @/flowerakatsuka's refs for honno and kuroba respectively, my apologies if i might have mirrored a few things too much GWAHAH

my style's usually quite clashing with the ososan style but i think i managed to balance it! here's the blue linework version even though it's. ngl it's a lil ugly HAHAGSJ

falls over and turns to dust

[koallebear]

i love how copper ages, the colors are so pretty! do you think a part of pearl still twinkles every now and again?

[lalalychee]

closer than you know

i've been working on this painting for over 3 months and i am exhausted 💀 so excited to be done with it. i'm really proud of it though!! it's definitely the most detailed painting i've done in quite some time.

(please be sure to zoom in to see all the little details i worked so hard on!)

[beatleswings]

[running-with-the-feels]

I finished it.

I couldn't manage to use the whole song (mainly bc there aren't enough images of Fox in the comics) but I got most of it (song is: Harpy Hare by Yaelokre)

[cookies-over-yonder]

let me in, you must know where i've been (won't you tell me at last who i am?)

Normal knows Hermie isn't coping well with what he learned at the church of the Doodler. Halfway through their trip back home, Normal finds Hermie sitting on the ground, knees drawn to his chest, wide awake in the middle of the night, and his concern only grows stronger.

[title from The Ballad of Jane Doe from the musical Ride the Cyclone]

this fic is dedicated to my friend @llumimoon :) <3

ao3

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Normal's eyes snap open and he stares up at the ceiling of the cat bus. Through the window, he can see the void-portal-thing that surrounds them.

There should be one week left of their trip back home.

All Normal can hear is the sounds of snores…

But then he hears a breath hitch.

Sitting up from where he was laying on the seat, Normal turns toward the noise.

A bright swirl of multicoloured hair meets his gaze. Hermie's sitting on the floor of the bus with his knees drawn to his chest, and his hands raised in front of him. He's staring at his palms.

"Hermie?" Normal whispers. Hermie doesn't move. Not sure he heard it, Normal scoots a little closer, looking down at him from the seat. "Hermie?"

Still no response. His eyes are open, but it doesn't look like he's all there.

Normal slips down to sit across Hermie on the floor. His breathing is slightly staggered. It's at this moment Normal notices his eyes are different colours. One is green, and the other is red. 

But then he sees them shift. Green turns to teal, and red turns to pink.

And then they shift to yellow and purple. Normal watches the colours in his eyes dance and change. It's hypnotizing.

They continue to flick from colour to colour faster and Normal finally snaps himself out of his trance.

"Hermie," he tries a third time. No response.

Normal taps him on the shoulder.

Slowly, Hermie's gaze lifts from his hands. He locks eyes with Normal, and both his eyes turn hazel.

"What…" Hermie trails off. "Why… why aren't you asleep?" 

"'Cause I woke up," Normal answers. This answer doesn't seem to clear anything up for Hermie, based on his confusion. He looks like he's in a daze. "Are you okay?"

"I'm… good. You shh…should go to sleep," he mumbles. His words are slow and slurred. It's different from how he normally talks. It's like the words are stuck on the tip of his tongue and he's straining himself to force them out.

"You don't look so good, Herm."

Hermie looks back at his hands with a thousand-mile stare. "Uh…" he lets out a shuddering sigh. He's blinking rapidly.

"Okay, okay, let's sit up here," Normal stands up and stretches out a hand. When Hermie doesn't take it, Normal clasps Hermie's unburnt hand in his own. "Up we go," he says, pulling him up to his feet.

Hermie stands with Normal's support, but after a second, his knees buckle, and when Normal catches him, he doesn't make a sound. Normal feels himself blush with Hermie in his arms, but he shakes it off and guides Hermie to the seat, sitting beside him.

Hermie is silent and staring at the ground.

Turning his body to face Hermie, Normal says, "Um, so, I don't know what character you're in now, but I'm getting kinda worried."

"This—this isn't… just… don't concern yourself."

"But, I am concerned! What happened back there was really heavy and I know you're going through a lot right now, with finding out about your dads and everything."

Hermie tries to say something but all that comes out is a squeak. Burying his head in his hands, he starts trembling.

Then Normal realizes he's muttering something to himself.

"Who is Hermie?"

Over and over again, just like in the church.

"Hey, hey," Normal leans in. "Hermie is you."

"I don't know who that is!" Hermie lifts his head up and turns to Normal. "I don't know who I am! I can't just—I'm—I don't…"

There's that thousand-mile stare again.

"Herm—"

Hermie stands up suddenly and starts pacing back and forth in front of the seats.

"Just—I… I'm… I don't know… I need to… Who am I, Normal?" Hermie turns and locks eyes with Normal. His eyes are colour-changing and wide and scared. Then he continues to pace, his whole body is trembling violently, and Normal can hear him starting to gasp for air.

Normal stands up and puts his hands on Hermie's shoulders, stopping him in his tracks—it's partly to ground him, and partly to prevent him from falling again, because he looks pretty close. "Hermie, breathe."

"Tell me who I am, Normal," his voice is weak and strained and desperate.

"I can't do that, Hermie."

"Why?" Hermie whines. He's gasping and wheezing and the look of panic in his eyes is enough to make Normal fight to hold back his tears.

"Hermie, you're spiralling, you need to breathe." Normal runs his hands up and down Hermie's arms.

A whine escapes Hermie, and Normal can see tears starting to slide down his face. Hermie immediately averts his gaze, staring at the ground once more.

"I… I… uh… uh—" Hermie stutters between breaths.

"You don't need to say anything. It's okay. You're okay."

Hermie shakes his head so hard he starts tipping over a little. Normal tightens his grip on his arms.

"Okay—sorry, uh, maybe you're not okay right now, but you will be."

That makes him lose the slightest bit of tension in his expression, but he's still trembling and not breathing right.

Normal tries to think of what he would need if he were in Hermie's shoes.

Not knowing who he is or who he's supposed to be… finding out messed up stuff about his parents… feeling lost and panicked and scared and alone…

"Hermie I… I'm gonna hug you, okay?"

Hermie nods.

And with that, Normal carefully wraps his arms around Hermie. He can feel Hermie melt in his embrace, and it's silent for a moment.

Then Hermie breaks. He buries his head in Normal's shoulder and a sob rips through him. Hermie's hands wrap around Normal's back tightly, and Normal tightens his grip on Hermie to match.

"I've got you, Herm," Normal says, putting a hand on the back of Hermie's head, running his fingers through his hair as he cries.

Hermie is holding onto him so tightly and crying so hard… it makes Normal wonder whether he'd ever let himself be so vulnerable…

And suddenly, Hermie quickly pulls away and clears his throat. He stumbles backward a little, and Normal catches him again by the forearms.

Hermie sucks in a breath and holds it. He swipes at his tears, gets that faraway look again, and finally lets the breath out.

"Hermie, you don't have to, like…"

Normal stops short. Telling Hermie not to play a role would probably do more harm than good. Telling Hermie not to push away his emotions might sound accusatory. Telling Hermie to open up might make him less inclined.

Hermie steps out of Normal's grasp.

"You should. Um. Go back to sleep. Now," he says, starting to walk back to his spot on the floor.

"Hermie, wait—" Normal grabs both of Hermie's hands. Stopping in his tracks, Hermie is wide-eyed and staring right back at him.

"Just… you can always talk to me okay? Or if you don't want to, that's, like, fine, we can just… be together—"

Hermie blushes.

"I mean—" Normal chuckles nervously, "like, you're not alone? Sorry, I, yeah. Uh, I'm tripping over my words here, but do you, uh…"

"I understand," Hermie says, looking down at their interlocked hands.

"Okay…"

And Hermie looks back up at him. They lock eyes, and Normal can see him. Hermie's eyes are brown, and his face is stained with tears. His lips are a little chapped. Heat rushes to Normal's face, and he tears his gaze away from Hermie's lips and brings it back to his eyes. "I appreciate it," Hermie says.

There are bags under Hermie's eyes, too, and his eyes, once wide, are now half-lidded and droopy.

"Were you sleeping before, uh…"

"I've been awake all night."

It's what Normal expected, but hearing it pains him nonetheless.

"Okay, well, you can take my sleeping spot. I'm not that tired anyway…"

"I need to sit down," Hermie says, looking back at where they were seated before.

"Okay, okay, we can sit."

Letting go of one of Hermie's hands, Normal brings him back to the seats.

Hermie sits closely beside him. Neither make a move to disconnect their hands. Normal is staring at their interlocked hands resting on his thigh when he feels a sudden weight on his shoulder.

…

Normal feels his stomach flip, and his heart beating fast.

Asleep on his shoulder, breathing slowly, is Hermie, looking more peaceful than he had in a while.

Normal carefully slides Hermie's tear-stained glasses off his face, folds them and puts them in the cup holder next to the seats.

Eventually, the ever-persistent loud thumping of Normal's heart gets fainter, and he finds himself calm, resting his head against Hermie's and letting his eyes fall shut.

♡

[sortanonymous]

Of all the NASCAR series to have the "yellow before checkered = restart" rule, they seriously have that rule in ARCA? ARCA?!?

[crescentmp3]

hi hi hi. drawings

[ethereance]

A short allurance fic.

[a-plural-song-is]

control by Halsey It's a plural song ✨

[exhausted-enby-vibes]

hey friends! j here! i’ve tried once again to make an introduction post, maybe this one will last longer :)

hello! my name is j! my pronouns are he/they, and i’m queer, asexual, and transmasc!

i’ll put my current interests/hyperfixations under the cut but feel free to talk to me about anything!

@thatonesongyouretryingtoremember is my tumblr spouse! we are matching icons <2

i also have an art blog - @exhausted-artist-vibes - but i don’t post over there very often

current interests (this list is subject to sudden changes):

pjo (and the rest of the riordanverse stuff)

good omens

stranger things

the owl house

avatar: the last airbender

sanders sides

lilo and stitch

various bands and artists that i will happily talk about if you ask (the crane wives ask me about the crane wives-)

feel free to talk to me about anything, though! im always up to talk, whether that’s through asks or private messages :) although please be respectful of course, and im a minor so keep that in mind

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

Thinking about the Giyuu Gaiden and how Giyuu just snaps the ropes tied around him like it was nothing 🤤

Look at him, so sexy, so strong, please throw me around like a rag doll

and how the dog looks clearly upset but he's still like "lemme pet you"

gets fucking chomped

And then of course my beautiful baby smiling because he's being served his favorite food ♡

he's so cute asdkjhgakh

this reminded me of a scene in the naruto episode "gotta see gotta know kakashi sensei's true face" where team 7 takes him out to ramen to sneak a peak of his face while hes eating but then team 10 interupts and they miss his face but the employees see and they're blushing from how handsome he is. That's Giyuu. They knew he was too handsome with his smile so they didn't show us here how dare they

THIS TURNED INTO A GIYUU APPRECIATION POST IM SORRY LMAO I CANT GET HIM OUT OF MY HEAD!!!

[roxysvoid]

i’m new to this site and i hear people normally have their general info like likes/dislikes, fandoms, interests and stuff in their pinned post but i was always too lazy to make a carrd so i will just start venting uncontrollably instead

[visibun]

i'm sorry but with that censoring choice going on there how can i be expected to read this in any other way aside from "he was shit in the head"

funny as hell next question

[unforth]

Everything feels awful right now but it isn't really. We still don't officially have a winner, but regardless of how the presidential election ends up, I wanted to take a minute and find what lights I can in the 3 a.m. darkness. Here's what I know:

* Kentucky overwhelmingly rejected an attempt to undermine the public education system by offering private school vouchers:

* Delaware has elected a transgender woman to the House of Representatives, the first out trans person of any gender ever elected to congress:

* For the first time in history, two Black women will be serving in the senate at the same time, and they are only the fourth and fifth Black women ever elected to the senate:

* New York State has passed a constitutional amendment enshrining the rights of pregnant people (including the right to an abortion), LGBTQIA+ people, the disabled, immigrants regardless of legal status, and other at-risk groups:

* Democrat Josh Stein has beaten self-avowed Nazi Mark Robinson to become governor of North Carolina:

That's everything I know off the top of my head. It's not many bright spots, but it's not zero. I'm going to try to find more and I'll add them to the post. It's the only thing I can think of to do that isn't sobbing and throwing up or looking up Canadian immigration rules.

If you know more good news, I encourage you to add it in reblogs.