She totally would’ve spoiled him rotten

🌊⚧💖passing tips for trans women💖⚧🌊

the first passing tip i have is for hair is please please dont dye your hair. if you dont do it properly it will die and youll have to cut it back which wont be good. instead use biotin (i think its called?) to grow your hair out quicker and healtier. For face ill link some makeup tutorials on how to femminize your face. if you dont have makeup then try to wear jewlery ie:chokers, earings, necklaces, or other face items like round glasses or eyelashs (they can be bought for like 4 dollars at claires or a dollar store).

2. chest and upper body

one of the best things you can get for chest dysphoria is pushup bras, padding, or a sports bra. somethings thats worked for me that could work for some of you is use socks as padding if you cant afford padding or gels. the way to do it is fold them from tip to back and put it in your bra. it works well for hiding a flat chest or a lack of curves. another thing for curves is to wear waist liners, but dont make them to tight itll fuck up your ribs major.

3. tucking and legs

as a trans women whos goal is to pass tucking is a necisary evil. the way to tuck is to push your balls into theyre sockets and pull back the p*nis between your butt. to keep a tuck in place theres 4 methods ranked from safest to dangerous.

for legs wear tights and mom jeans to hide a lack of curves (unless you have them).

and for the crescendo

voice:

i will link tutorials below but the best way is to push back your adams apple and speak from the top of your throat and not your chest. practice this on an app like voice pitch anyliser made for trans voice training

Low-key there isn’t anywhere near as much of this stuff for trans girls in comparison to the resources for trans guys. I’m glad this exists.

OMG MY HEART

“DAD!”

*gibberish*

the baby ….

I would also highly recommend the other videos on this family’s channel.

(Yerin is bigger now, and has a little sister Yeseo.)

HAPPIEST PLACE IN THE WORLD

Yeah it’s 2019

— Vincent van Gogh, “Letter to Theo Van Gogh” January 1873

Bruh 😂😂😂😂😂😂.

Lord

i found a christian retelling of the first harry potter book and it claims that birthdays are unholy and are made up

some highlights

I’ll add more when i read more

more

I can’t believe i found a fic to rival My Immortal

This is some anti My Immortal shit

how does one sob femininely? 

PLEASE SOMEONE SEND ME A NAME OR A LINK TO THIS

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10644439/1/Hogwarts-School-of-Prayer-and-Miracles

I love you thank you

Dumbledore is married to McGonagall.

There are several paragraphs describing beloved fictional characters’ chest hair.

Slytherins are Catholics.

Petunia wears pant suits.

“Aunt Petunia smacked her hands over Harry’s young ears; and her voice was sickly sweet when she said, “Thank you very much for your concern, sir, but he does not need your religion, he has science and socialism and birthdays. “

Reblog if you don’t need religion because you have science socialism and birthdays

We’ve found it. The illusive reverse My Immortal

MATTHEW PARIS GHOST WROTE THIS HARRY POTTER FROM THE 13TH CENTURY AND NONE OF YOU CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.

Oh my god

….

@write-it-motherfuckers

I am sincerely Horrified. Capital H fully intended. I really hope this is a crackfic

@emanonnosrep

Thank fuck for that.

Reblog with an inside joke you have with your friends.

“Yes, Captain America has LEGS!”

Bee Guy and Baby Boots Babs belong together

SpamSauce and HoneyBiscuit

Being ugly is poppin cause ya phone doesn’t blow up all the time and ya battery lasts long.

i hate how often i have to say this but! once again:

if you think transgender women are the ultimate predatory oppressor, it’s time for you to grow the fuck up or stop interacting with my blog lol. i’m not interested, i don’t want your commentary, i don’t want you to tell me i’m a brainwashed genderist, i do not care what you have to say. trans women are my sisters and allies and i will not turn my back on them.

I love genuinely innocent “boys will be boys.” Just saw a guy come out of a frat house to poke a pair of jeans they’d left outside - they were frozen solid, and as soon as he confirmed that, like twenty more boys came rushing out of the house going “YOOOOOOOOOO”

I heard grunting outside my window the other night and there were four boys struggling to push this giant snowball (like 7 foot diameter) down the sidewalk.

I once lost my keys at a frat house.

My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully-disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch.  Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out.  I do not remember this part.

The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house.  I stood there, right in front of the front door.  This was a novel experience for me.  I’d never been at a frat house in broad daylight before.

A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing. 

“I lost my keys in here last night,” I called back.  “I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?”

He opened the door and gestured for me to come in.

“Go wherever you want.”

I’d never seen a frat house post-party before.  Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light.  A few of them threw puzzled glances my way.  I’m sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination.

I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller-esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed.

“Do you like dog movies?” he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket.

I told him I did.

He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing.  I told him I was looking for my keys.

“Sorry, I haven’t seen any keys around here.”

I didn’t doubt him.

Twenty minutes had passed.  I’d searched just about every bedroom and nuclear-waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house.  I’d given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates’ forgiveness and get a new set copied.

As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly-burly frat boy approached me.

“You need help with something?”

“I lost my keys here last night and I can’t find them, I’ve looked everywhere.”

“What do they look like?  I’ll put it into the group chat.”  He was already pulling out his phone.

No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell.  It was worth a shot.  “Um, it’s just a ring of keys.  The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big.  Like bright pink, you can’t miss it.”

He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat.

“Alright, I sent the message out.  Good luck.”

And with that, he turned and left.

A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering.  It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder.  One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me.

“Someone tell the girl!” One of them shouted, faceless in the mob.  “Girl!  Hey, GIRL!!!  We found your keys, girl!!!”

They circled around me.  I hadn’t felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old.  One of them split himself off from the crowd.

“Are these -” he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, “your keys?”

And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring.

“Yes,” I whispered.  “Oh my god, yes.”

“EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”

The cheer went up.

Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs.  I thanked them again profusely.  There was a scattered round of “no problems” and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night.

What TERF’s/TEHM’s think Trans men look like:

What they actually look like:

you know no one would be upset about the gay or trans characters dying if they got the same treatment as other movie protags. like if you want me to follow the adventures of Jimmothy WhiteStraightMan and give him one (1) lesbian friend, I want her to fucking live because she’s all we got. but if you make a movie about, say, an entire crew full of lady pirates with a good spread of races and sexualities and let them kick ass for the whole movie, we’re not gonna complain when the captain gets run through with a sword in the end tryna protect her crew, ya feel?

it’s not that you can’t kill off gay characters it’s that you can’t make a gay character an emotional pawn that only gets to exist for three episodes and call that representation

u lie down and its like (• ) ( •) and thats just how it is

You lie on your side and it’s just (•)(• )