#translives matter

[bruce-morrow]

All truths. All giggles. Cecilia Gentili at Rattlestick Theater, 2023

Photo: Bruce Morrow

[empressem42]

A Dragon

Anyone who attacks the lives of others is just a small heart, small mind and no soul worth redemption. A convoluted pile of fear coated in a Napoleon complex bathed in narcissism. The fear is buried and distorted by hate that attacks the very fabric of what those people claim. Attacks on Transgender people Non-binary, Bisexual, Lesbian, Gay, Intersex, Queer plus, plus plus. The long standing…

[bah-circus]

Could I get a level 3 slimer from ghostbusters please? You seem awesome and I need more problematic alters

Of course dear audience! We have heard your request and have found a suitable performer for you! We hope this performance suits your needs, but you are free to make any adjustments you wish.

CW// For adult themes, mentions of sex and murder.

❣︎For Our Next Act, Please Welcome,,,❣︎

Slimer!!!!

°·⊱ Name: Slimer, Kevin, Nimis, Brianna, Sal, Chris, Ashley, Charley

°·⊱ Nicknames/Titles: The Slime Ghost, Gluttonous One, Creeper, Perv 

°·⊱ Age: Ageless / Agenull

°·⊱ Race/Species: Ghost

°·⊱ Source: Ghostbuster

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°·⊱ Sex: Null?

°·⊱ Gender: Deadrotgender, Evilriune, Acheantoxic, Noviaeus, Rabidpredator, Biohazenic, Deadthing

°·⊱ Pronouns: He/him; It/its; That Thing/That Things; Ooze/Oozes; Voi/Void, Eat/Eats; Slime/Slimes; Hu/Hume; Null/Nulls; Hazard/Hazards

°·⊱ Sexuality: Yes. (Omnisexual?)

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°·⊱ Personality: Definitely described as “sleazy��� by others, it tends to be overly sexual in conversation. Imagine a stereotypical sleazy/creepy guy character? That’s ooze. If something keeps him from things that he likes he will get angry and lash out, no matter who it is. That thing tends to be hard to befriend, but it is possible.

°·⊱ Likes: Food, Sex, Porn, Being a general nuisance, Violence, watching youtube or tv, nsfw games, gross things, collecting bones/carrion/etc, hentai figurines/merch, the few people he gets along with.

°·⊱ Dislikes: Actually making food, being kept from things he likes, when his victims die too soon. 

°·⊱ Role: Sexual Persecutor, Sexual Alter

°·⊱ Emoji Sign-Off: 👻🟢🧪🔞

°·⊱ Typing Quirk: Doesn’t use punctuation, rarely capitalizes.

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°·⊱ TransIDs: transObsessive, transGroomer, transMurderer, trans🍇ist, transLiving, transYandere

°·⊱ CisIDs: Incorporeal, Green, Slimy, Glutton, Pervert, Harmful, Creeper, Hypersexual, Floating

°·⊱ MUDS: Tamphagy, Formiphagy, Hypersexual Enorder, Morbidity Compulsion Disorder

°·⊱ Paras: ꙮ,Ⰱ, 🗺️, 🐾, ξ, 🐙, 🧟, 🦴, 👥, 🌹, 🤕, 💤, 🧵, 🫄, 🍬, 🩸, 🩹, 👀, 🔪, 🔫, ⛓️, 💧, 👣, 🖐️, 🦷, 🦿, 📸, ⛏️, 🤮, 💨, 🚰, 🫨, 😱, ❌, 🍓🍸, 💊🌹, 🌹🥩, 💀🖤

°·⊱ Extra: Kins Charlie Slimecicle DSMP. Does not remember a time before being a ghost. 

°·⊱ Faceclaim:

Ngl even though it took a little bit to figure out stuff for him this was super fun to make!! Love making super problematic headmates. Hope you guys enjoy this sleazy slime!!!

Also thank you so much for the compliment!!

[deathsdaisy]

Dreaming of Snakes

Inspired by @chizumakiii 's art also called Dreaming of Snakes

Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14.1k

Content/Warnings: referenced but never explained torture / estrangement from family

Summary: Draco has fallen out of favor with the Dark Lord, because of his father. The Dark Lord "corrects" Draco for Lucius' mistakes. The images this brings plague Draco's dreams, but a twist in what is normally a monotonous night leaves Draco questioning some things. Who does Draco turn out to be if his father lost the favor he had with Voldemort? If he was never a death eater, where would he go?

Timeline: End of 6th year, and 4 years later (EWE)

FIC & ART POST ON AO3

ART POST ON AO3 (NSFW)

Read the first chapter here \/

He has had the same dream every night since the start of sixth year. It always starts in what was his home before the Dark Lord took it for himself. Draco is being constricted by the Dark Lord’s python, Nagini. She’s wrapped multiple times around his body, bending him backwards. His feet can’t find good balance, but she’s holding him easily on her own. His mother is there, he knows that, but he can’t see her. He only hears her sobbing.

The Dark Lord’s voice is hushed as he says something about how if his father only did his job right none of this would be necessary. He’s not actually addressing Draco; Draco’s just the show in this. There are murmurs surrounding him then, but when he tries to look there is no one there.

The snake shifts and Draco can see its eyes: a horrid yellow against a dark green. Nagini constricts him a bit more and his vision starts to blur. He wants to run, to hide, but there is something keeping him from trying. It isn’t hope that the Dark Lord wouldn’t actually kill him, no. It’s the fact that not fighting would be a less painful death.

He hears a snap as his vision goes black, and the dream continues as it always does. He’s in bed at home, the sheets rumpled and his pillows thrown about. The snakes that surround him here are the same green, but they’re smaller than the Dark Lord’s monstrosity. He could wrap his hand around one of their necks, but there’s no point. He’s not sure how many there are, but there are two wrapping around his legs, another climbing up his chest, and a few seem intent on keeping his arms still. They aren’t restricting him, but Draco knows that if he makes any movement they will tense, ready to strike.

It’s as if the snakes are playing a dark game with him. There are so many. He can hear them sliding against the wooden floorboards in his room. Suddenly there’s a hiss right by his ear and he has to fight to hold in a startled yell. It’s close enough that the snake's tongue is touching his ear. It starts with a hushed voice in Parseltongue. He can’t speak the language, but this is a dream, so he doesn’t question it. He knows what it is saying, its resolve to mess with him apparent.

“You’re just a toy. A pawn to keep the real ones in line.” The Dark Lord hadn’t always said these things to Draco. He had started with a promise of power and a place beside his father. However, that façade had quickly fallen apart when his father had nearly unveiled the Dark Lord’s location.

It hadn’t been intentional, but in the Dark Lord’s eyes that was just as bad as betrayal. It became obvious that night, when the scatter of death eaters were trying to remove any traces of the Dark Lord’s whereabouts, that Draco wasn’t going to get that promised reward. He wasn’t even a true pawn, but a measly tool to use when a pawn stepped out of line.

His father didn’t really care about what that did to Draco. He was a proud man with, in his eyes, a worthless son from that point on.

However, his mother has always adored Draco, and his father has always adored his mother.

Therefore, his father’s punishment was seeing his wife distraught as her son was pulled to the brink of death in front of her, entirely unknowing if the Dark Lord would kill him now or later, the question of if entirely gone.

In the end it hasn’t been necessary to kill Draco, because Shacklebolt is a useless spineless man who had “lost” the dangerous evidence, but Draco had learned his lesson and found the illusion of grandeur gone. Knocked off a pedestal he realised he was never really on.

The snake by his head suddenly hisses loudly, opening its jaw and striking Draco’s neck. This is the part when he wakes, every time. And every time he’s in his dorm at Hogwarts, his bed carefully charmed so no one can hear it if he screams.

With no hope of going back to sleep and exams coming up he grabs his potions book and reads. He had scoffed at himself the first time, for acting like a Ravenclaw, but truly it was his favourite subject. And if the war ended with him alive, if he could have a life of his own, he’d want a potions shop. A big, white one, charmed to always stay clean, a booming business he could call his own. He hasn’t found a good name for it yet, but he knows it would have to be on the same level with all the other fancy, high end shops.

That was chapter one, read the rest on AO3

[frumpkin-the-magic-cat]

Hi, I'm sorry to bug you but I'm in a pretty shitty situation. If you would be able to reblog my donation post it would mean a lot to me https://theluckybeliever.tumblr.com/post/674963806179524608/you-want-trans-healthcare-go-fuck-yourself

👍🏼

[occultopossum]

Death of the author/separating the author from the work. 

Doesn’t work and isn’t a valid argument if the author is still alive and making profit from the franchise.

Especially when the author is still doing *active* harm to marginalized people 

[chloroformtitties]

[black-trans-on-onlyfan]

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[bruce-morrow]

Lev (Lisa) Ross, 1997

Photo: Bruce Morrow

[bellafarrow]

Llorando a Solas #jennirivera #bellafarrow #lgbtq🌈 #translives matter (at Hollywood, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWR0ZGLpgz-/?utm_medium=tumblr

[tstiff87-blog1]

Friday night swag

[missnationalbeardedempress]

TRANSLIVES MATTER EVERYDAY! In every way! The most marginalized group within our community must be protected by the WHOLE community! It is imperative that we remember we ARE IN FACT OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS KEEPER! TRANS LIVES MATTER EVERY SINGLE DAY! TODAY WE REMEMBER THOSE WHO WE HAVE LOST... LET US PLEDGE TO NOT LOSE ANYMORE! This past year, was the most violent year for transgender and non-binary people on record. Let’s hold our phobic friends, family, coworkers, employers accountable. We can make the most effective difference together. 🏳️‍⚧️⚧🌈🏳️‍⚧️⚧🌈🏳️‍⚧️⚧🌈🏳️‍⚧️⚧🌈🏳️‍⚧️⚧🌈🏳️‍⚧️⚧🌈🏳️‍⚧️⚧🌈🏳️‍⚧️⚧🌈🏳️‍⚧️⚧🌈🏳️‍⚧️⚧🌈🏳️‍⚧️⚧ #MYBROTHERANDSISTERSKEEPER#alltranslivesmatter #translivesmatter #lgbt #lgbtqia #transgenderawarenessweek #transgenderdayofremembrance #beardedqueensforabettertomorrow #nationalbeardedempresspageant #nationalbeardedempress #inclusive #allloving #protectingoursiblings #siblings #beardeddragqueen #dragqueen https://www.instagram.com/p/CWgCEaDLANs/?utm_medium=tumblr

[nouv3au-rich3]

“Oh, hey Tumblr it’s been a minute! I’ve made a ton of personal growth; inside and out.”🤍💗💙🏳️‍⚧️

#trans #transwoman #transwomen #queer #transwomanofcolor #lgbt #pride #translives matter #fashion #makeup #looks #growth #hello #mua

[kinkydombitch]

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Black translives matter!!

[whydfuc-blog]

My Feelings (Don't judge my Grammar it's 2am)

My Feelings:

I wish I would be unstoppable but everytime I start something, somebody did already stop me. I wish I could have Superpowers like in all the movies and could be the cool guy but at the and I'm just staying the same. I wish equal rights would exist but it looks like only one of us gets them. Being Black is exhausting but being Mixed is even more confusing. I don't even know what I am, People think I'm African but it's not even a ethnicity. I am Afro American and not even completely African American, I'm also Creole and my family is French. I can't speak a word French and I feel like a Disappointment to my Family, I know I'm only 13 but I also have feelings. Kids have feelings, are mature and brave how could you even question something like that. It's annoying being treated like a kid even though I'm mature. Yeah sometimes I act like I did Drugs or something but that's just me being energetic and happy. I like to scream but maybe it's just a scream for help. Maybe I like to shade other people but it's just the truth and when I lie I'm scared of the truth. I am full of shit even the toilets jealous. Can't live just be easier? I'm so paranoid I think all my friends are fake. If I would die right now would some of my friends even show up? Would somebody even notice me dying. My life seems perfect. I mean im not rich but I have a place where I can sleep, food, a roof over my head, a mobile phone, entertainment and gadgets. Gaming Stuff and extras. Isn't it weird of me complaining even though my life seems perfect? I know it seems crazy but there is always something unperfect. The richest People are depressed and the brokest People are depressed. This fucking, dying, heating World is so fucking depressing it's so hard to survive. My first world problems are so stupid but I need to write it done somewhere. I wish the world would be all rainbows and unicorns. I wish everyone would be happy and nobody had something to complain about but here I am. I am getting treated differently and my text isn't even making sense I just feel like writing. I switch and make mistakes but that's just how life goes. Please somebody help. I feel like I will be single forever and I will never find true love but adults just say you need to wait but what if I can't wait anymore. What if I can't just wait. I mean life could end at any moment and they are telling me I should wait?! This is bullshit, my time is super expensive and I shouldn't be wasting it but look at me in my dark depressed room watching 'Rasing Dion' and writing about my first world problems. I could be a star but I don't know how to implement it. I'm so young but also so old. We're all gonna die someday and our plan is to survive but where will this all lead to? At the end the world is gonna be destroyed anyway and if we make it to Mars we're still gonna die. If modern medicine achieves a person 990+ Years he's still gonna die. Ugh so depressing right? Also back to the equality Part. I'm Gay like so Gay and being gay is also fucking difficult. I can't change my behavior I'm just like this. Maybe I am Feminine but nobody should care about it except me. It'd my life not theirs, they don't have the right to change lives it's not right. Translives matter they say but then 40 Black Transwomen die in a month and nobody gives two shits. They say Black lives matter but why do just white people say it and don't do anything for them. That is not ok and I am so pissed. I'm done for today and it's already 2am but wait until I continue.