So horrifically down bad for Arcade Gannon. Like yes sir call me stupid ππππ would bark if he asked.
Unfriendly reminder that while you're busy mourning the loss of your childs old gender, claiming you need to mourn the death of your son/daughter, there's a group of boys/girls/enbies scrambling to take your kid clothes shopping, snatching up the chance to take those "first" experiences from you forever. Your sons first fishing trip is gonna be with his best bros, your daughters first makeover is going to be with her girl friends, your kids first camping trip out as themselves is gonna be with the besties. Good luck getting those bonding experiences back. While you're busy trying to guilt-trip your kid with your weird manufactured parental trauma, there's a whole community ready to take your place as the better family.
Your loss, someone elses gain.
When you tell people you have DID and they instantly say "like that Split movie." Im going fucking explode dude its nothing like that.
I told you guys I was working on the fic. This is the before and more like trying to get a better understanding of the two before I make the official one, so go crazy <3
I canβt imagine being a Sam Wilson hater. Like Iβd cry, I simply canβt imagine hating that beautiful, BEAUTIFUL, lovely, sweet, down to earth, has never done anything wrong ever, kind man. Heβs the absolute best, literally amazing.
Just as a reminder, Anthony Mackie is a GORGEOUS man. I need everyone to understand just how beautiful this man is. This just turned into me simping over Anthony Mackie, and Iβm okay with that.
[Gripping the sink with shaking hands]
Needing help from other people is okay
Needing help from other people is okay
Needing help from other people is okay
Needing help from other people is okay
A gift for my bf :-3
Since i started watching X-Men 97 (2024) I've been obsessed with Morph i love this silly little goober so much. Anyways have some sketches of said goober. Also some Wolvie as a treat
these are all just warm ups and refs from Pinterest since I'm to lazy rn
Thereβs something I canβt quite put my finger on about the fact that nearly every transmasculine person I have known of is some kind of artist, writer, cinephile, visionary, or storyteller of some variety, often doing that work for free, and the separate but related fact that we are the least explicitly represented or acknowledged gender in any form of media. Something about how seeing a trans man on a screen feels illegal, and is still taboo even when people pretend it isnβt because even the discussion of existence of the taboo would cause our being to spread like a virus, and that canβt possibly be allowed. Itβs a feeling like you have watched the curtain peeled back on creation. We have always been here, telling our stories, and you can see glimpses of us in everything, but our explicit acknowledgement is terrifying to everyone who isnβt us and has a vested interest in maintaining their position above us in the social order even while the thought of us can never cross their mind. When people say that no one is scared of trans men it makes me want to laugh. We are so unfathomable to everyone indoctrinated into the cissexist binary that we cannot even be spoken of except as echoes and ghosts of our true selves, never to be fully brought into the light, just madmen weaving our tales in the shadows only for those who listen.
see i don't post to often. i go into brief pauses and then upload a bunch of shit i've done. and this just in its my reimagining of a really old meme i made and cannot find anymore