#trans day of action

[eterniravioli]

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[uncanny-tranny]

I often see this impulse from other trans men* that involves hypervigilance of being one of the "good men" who set ourselves apart from the men who hurt others, and I wonder if this ultra-policing actually prevents us from being "bad"

I wonder if agonizing about doing everything "right" is only contributing to poor mental health of trans men* because you are seeing a distorted, monstrous version of yourself, somebody with whom you have to kill off. It forces you into this space of having to be perfect, to beat yourself up over any perceived infraction.

And I just don't think it's an effective measure to ensure we are "one of the good ones." Constantly treating yourself as the beast, treating yourself like a leper who has no place in the civilized world? How does that ensure that you both treat others well but also ensure that you aren't fucking miserable every single moment you're not alone?

[gnometa233]

"Trans men and lesbians can date!!" "Trans men and straight men can date!!" "Lesbian includes attraction to men!!!" "Labels mean nothing just use what you want!!!" what if I threw a rock at you.

[aziraphales-lawyer]

Literally no other way I could describe it right now.

[boymanmaletheshequel]

Today we mourn. We mourn the rot that will soon consume everything we’ve fought for for so long, we mourn the futures that are now uncertain, and the pasts that are now repeated. But tomorrow? Tomorrow we FIGHT. We fight with every last breath we hold within us, we fight as women, as queer people, as trans people. We fight as Muslims, as Jews, as witches, and as people of color. We fight because we’ve fought before, and THAT is how we WIN. We have been here before, and we will certainly be here again, because that’s the fate of the trodden. But it’s also our fate to FIGHT. To never stop loving eachother, to never stop protesting, and loving, and living, because they can’t take that from us if we don’t let them. They can tear our rights away, they can rip our futures from our hands, but we will always fight back. We will always burn them down with us, and drag them to the gates of hell they seek to flee from. We can scream and kick and fight so that all the world sees us, and so that when retribution inevitably makes it’s rounds, it will strike the ones that did this to us twice as hard, and fell them twice as far. Hope dies in the darkness, love dies in the cold. Don’t let the flame burn out, put every waking breath you have into keeping it to burn. NEVER. STOP. FIGHTING. I love you all, this may be the end, but it’s also the beginning.

[mbat]

i am so pissed at netflix

[cowboyinternist]

sheriff sam getting misgendered in good morning nightvale moodboard

[quinloki]

Trans Day of Visibility

A personal note

I wish I had known about non-binary in 1990.

I wish I had the vocabulary at 9 and 10 to explain to my parents why I didn't like the word "girl", but I didn't want the word "boy".

I wish I had known about puberty blockers.

I wish I hadn't developed breasts so early that other kids made fun of me for it. I wish no one had seen or noticed these feminine things about me.

I wish I didn't have "child-bearing hips".

I wish people called me sir more often than ma'am or miss.

I wish my boobs didn't get in the way of everything constantly reminding me how I don't like the shape of this body.

I wish I had the knowledge to have been able to explain why "Rachel-girl" felt like such an act of violence and disrespect.

I wish my voice didn't sound like it was 12.

I wish acceptance of trans people hadn't been set back by WWII and book burning*.

I wish people had actually loved thy neighbor enough for that neighbor to be themselves.

I wish that the next trans kid, the next queer kid, the next kid who comes along doesn't have to fit some mold of normal to survive.

I hope normal becomes a strictly medical term, or scientific one meant to reference a state of homeostasis or chemical balance.

Where normal as applied to humans means only that ones days are mundane.

I loathe the word normal. I loathe that I wanted to fit such a terrible word as normal. I want a world where no one assumes about others to such a point that there is no concept of normal, but of living, of being, of existing among your friends and family as yourself with no fear, need, or want of some restriction so insidious and useless as

normal.

[inkcurlsandknives]

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[ybcthecomic]

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[punkeropercyjackson]

Pov:You are 60something Clark Kent training your oldest grandkid in kryptonian battle tactics because she's gonna start her sidekick career but she's being pouty because she dosen't like her armour

[empressem42]

Protest!

If you plan on attending a protest make yourself heard!!! and make it home safely!

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[boyfrillish]

howdy! for a drabble prompt how about something like, victor/hop where one has to be fiercely protective of the other? (say, a wild pokemon encounter gets out of hand or...)

Victor’s walking toward Challenge Road when it happens. He knows there are plenty of wild Pokémon happy to attack passersby during any weather, yet he’s still caught off-guard when a Bisharp charges at him from behind.

The battle cry rings in his ears and when he turns around, he’s met with sharp blades ready to strike. He can barely shout a command to Sylveon or switch to a different Pokémon. The blow of the attack throws him right into the stairs and he yelps as the edges of the steps dig into his back.

He’s frozen in place as the blade points threateningly at his face.

But that’s when fear melts into a blend of admiration and worry alike.

“Get away from him!” an oh-so-familiar voice yells.

And Victor watches as Hop charges directly into the wild Bisharp, hitting it with his own body to knock it aside, and Dubwool eagerly helping with its Double-Edge.

Hop stands in front of Victor like a shield, Pokéball in hand to switch out. “Go, Cinderace! Hit it with your Pyro Ball!”

With the type advantage on his side, he fends off the wild Bisharp with ease. Though rather than celebrate the win, he rushes to kneel next to Victor.

Grim determination — an expression that’s burned into Victor’s mind ever since their battle at the Champion Cup — makes way for worried frown. “Victor! It didn’t cut you, did it? Let me check you for injuries!”

But the only response Victor can think of is to grab Hop by the collar of his jacket and shout, “You idiot! What were you thinking?!”

“I just saved your butt!” Hop shouts right back. “And you’re probably hurt, so let me tend to you already!”

Victor really wants to argue — because really! What was he thinking? — but his body has to betray him by wincing in pain. “Ugh, fine.”

He slips out of his dojo jacket and loosens the zipper of his binder for ease of breath, at the same time allowing Hop to lift his shirt to examine his back for any obvious signs of injury and patch up the scratches on his arms and legs.

Victor is mad. He really is. But the Butterfree that go wild in his belly again at Hop’s gentle, caring touch make it tough to stay mad. And, okay, maybe Hop going reckless protector mode for him made him fall in love even more than he already was.

Still, though… he’s miffed. Feelings don’t always make sense.

Finally, Hop is satisfied with his work and he fixes Victor’s t-shirt before putting away the first aid kit. Softly, he says, “I did the best I could, but I’m just a Professor’s apprentice, not a Doctor. So you should go back to the Dojo and have someone check you more thoroughly as soon as possible.”

Victor groans. “But I have training to do!”

“Nuh uh, training can wait. Health is more important,” Hop argues. “You’re the Champion of Galar, it’s no good if you end up out of commission because you thought you could tough it out.”

“If health is so important, then why did you charge in like that? You could’ve got hurt!”

“I didn’t think, okay?” Hop says. “I saw that Bisharp attacking you and heard your cry and all I knew was I had to make sure you’re safe. There was no time to think before acting.”

“You keep doing that, Hop. Charging ahead recklessly and rushing off before I have a chance to say something or help you. It can get a bit frustrating, you know?” Victor says. Softly, he adds, “I worry about you and I don't want you to get yourself hurt for my sake. I want you to be safe, too.”

“Sorry about that, Victor,” Hop says. “Sonia reproached me for that too, but I can’t help it sometimes. Especially when something or someone I really care about is in danger.”

“Just, promise you’ll be careful, okay? Or else I’ll charge in and protect you, because I really care about you too.”

A smile blooms on Hop’s face as he squeezes Victor’s hand in affirmation of the promise. “Heh heh, it makes me really happy we always have each other’s back.”

Victor feels like a firework lights up in his heart.

He smiles back. “Me too.”

[theyreinsensibleshoes]

im so scared. i'm so so so fucking scared.

[shedontlovehuhself]

[greenmansgrove]

I started a new daily devotional prayer routine to the Morrigan and it’s hilarious that the evening/bedtime prayers just straight up put me to sleep now. I mean to repeat ‘em nine times, but I don’t even remember making it to my third prayer to Badb before I’m fucking OUT