dont tell me that it's not because it is

I don’t know how to tell you gals this but its possible to not pass and still have a happy life. I’m telling you this because I’m not a passing girl. Oh sure I’m kinda pretty I didn’t say i was ugly(!!!!!!) “what??? You can be beautiful and not pass?”
Yeah fuck yeah you can. Its possible. Take it from me, I’ve had to detransition once and give it a proper go when i got older. I’d have been passable had i not had to do that but i still dont regret it. I dont regret saving my ass from life as an unhappy person for a second.

anonymous asked:

Tell me about twin peaks and why you like it because I'm interested

bc its weird and it has all my favorite things like a unresolved murder, supernatural mystery, it makes you kinda uncomfortable, also 90s nostalgia…the whole vibe. i love David Lynch’s movies too so i guess if you dont or if youre not familiar with his work it might be a bit confusing at times

sometimes i feel like i dont have the right to refer to myself as ‘gay’ even jokingly but then i’ll look at a picture of mike patton or even listen to a song he sings on and i’ll realize no im definitely gay even if i have difficulty explaining the nature of my attraction to men because its not sexual and i have 0 interest in romance so theyre just kind of feelings that are there and dont go anywhere but whatever the fuck it is im definitely gay

(theres even a possibility that im bi but i really fucking cant tell because i have IMMENSE trouble figuring out whether my feelings towards someone are Attraction or just “im very fond of them as a friend” because of how homogenously i experience all of it. its all the same thing to me.)

Hi my name is Keith K’ogane and I have ebony black hair that’s longer in the back than the front (its NOT A MULLET) and dark purple eyes like limpid grape juice and a lot of people tell me I look like Zuko (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m part galra but i dont have any fur. I have pale white skin. I’m also a paladin, and I pilot a lion that joins up with four other lions to become a giant robot man (I’m an arm). I’m a goth texan (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a dark gray t shirt, black skinny jeans, red and white boots, a belt with two fanny packs, black fingerless gloves, and a cropped red motorcycle jacket. I was walking outside the Castle of Lions. The particle barrier was fully functional, which I was very happy about. Lance stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him.

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You think so much of what you and I can accomplish together. You and her.

the reason abled people are praised for being kind to the disabled is because it is not normalized to be kind to the disabled.

it is seen as an achievement for an abled person to “look beyond” the disability and treat the disabled person like a person, because it is not normalized to treat the disabled like people.

Ableism is so bad in our society that we dont even see the disabled as people or as equals and thus put the abled on a pedestal for even acknowledging the disabled as people.

and yet people still tryna tell me that Ableism isnt real, or it isnt as bad as another form of discrimination, or that its just some tumblr fad.

and people do this because the ableism is so bad in our society that not being able to see the disabled as people who suffer and have struggles, as people who have emotions and feelings, as anything other than “not abled”, is seen as normal.

dehumanization of the disabled is by far, more normalized than the humanization of the disabled.

and thats just so fucking upsetting.

anonymous asked:

You have the BEST stories! Can you tell me a bedtime story?

i will tell you a story friends, and probably you will regret asking me to do so, because its not really a very restful story. i….dont really have any of those.


this is the story of how steve and a horse almost gave me a heart attack.
back when i was a kid, cars were a thing that existed but were mostly really really expensive, so horses were still a common sight on the streets of brooklyn. most of these horses were exceedingly large, calm animals; they hauled around big carts of stuff on crowded streets. back then, milk was delivered to your doorstep by a milkman. the milkman who worked our block was mr. davies, and he was this very nice older black gentleman. i mention that he’s black because racism was Very Much A Thing (oh how times have changed). but mr davies always had peppermint candies in his pockets to give to thunderhead, his horse, and he would always give one to stevie and i if he saw us. so stevie loved mr davies, and if anyone was being disrespectful towards him because he was black, stevie would pretty much blow his top. mr davies loved steve for it, of course. but since mr daives didnt want to get steve in trouble, he’d usually whistle me over (if i wasnt already there) to haul steve off before he did something drastic. mr davies was great like that. 

anyway, mr davies was around every morning dropping off milk with thunderhead. thunderhead was this huge dapple grey horse, i think a percheron?? a big draft horse, with hooves about the size of a dinner plate. aside from her size, her name was probably the most intimidating thing about her, because she was the most mild-mannered horse ive ever met. she would let all the little neighborhood kids climb all over her, and mr davies would usually let two or three of us ride on her back down the street. she never really noticed the extra weight. i think that if mr davies ever slept in, thunderhead would go walk his route without him. she loved stevie too–but for very different reasons. steve’s hair apparently looked exactly like hay to her, so she’d wander over and start lipping the top of his head. she never nipped or anything, but steve always got amusingly flaily when she did it, and i always suspected she thought it was funny.

one boiling hot summer morning, steve and i were sitting on the front steps of our building, just wasting time. it was early, but already awfully hot out, so when mr davies rounded the corner, steve decided to go meet him, but i stayed on the steps. it was hot. i didnt wanna move. 

anyway, steve went trotting down the block, said hi to old mrs mckinnon, who was on her way to get groceries, and was about a hundred feet away from mr davies and thunderhead when the wind picked up. it was a very nice refreshingly cool breeze, which picked up some of the debris–old newspapers and leaves and such–hanging around and tossed it across the road. 

now, if you know horses, you know that sometimes they get terrified by utterly ridiculous things. im told many horses nowadays think plastic bags are the minions of evil, and horses back then were much the same. id never seen thunderhead scared before, but i guess a bit of newspaper whipped in front of her and was the spitting image of Pony Satan himself, because her eyes went white around the edges and she took off running. mr davies was around back of the cart, getting milk out, so there was nobody at the reins to stop her. she went tearing down the block, the cart bouncing along behind, like there was a pack of slavering borzoi chasing after. and of course she was headed right at steve and old mrs mckinnon. 

steve, being the brave little idiot he was, didnt run; old mrs mckinnon wouldnt be able to get out of the way in time, so he stood his ground, flung his arms out, and waited to get trampled by a rogue milk cart. all of us there thought we were gonna be scraping tiny blonde guy off the pavement, because thunderhead just kept going. 

but about ten feet away from steve, thunderhead must have recognized him, because she went to a screeching stop. four feet down, all her knees locked, skiddin on the cobblestones. normally, she’d probably have been able to stop in that distance, but she was still harnessed to that heavy milk cart, so instead she plowed right into stevie, chest first. 

he went flying. he mustve gone about six feet through the air, and he hit the ground and just laid there like a sack of really dead potatoes. i thought he must have broken his little toothpick spine. poor thunderhead looked just as scared as i was, because she got her feet back under her and crept up on him like the cart wasnt jangling right behind her. she dropped her nose down and started whuffing and lipping at his hair, and he popped up like a damn weasel. little moron was fine. he nearly gave me and mr davies and old mrs mckinnon and thunderhead all a heart attack, but he was fine. 

and mr davies gave him his whole bag of peppermints, and mrs mckinnon gave him a chocolate, so he didnt even learn to not do stupid shit like that.

I WILL CONSTANTLY BE UPSET BY SIDON’S LEGS

THEY’RE TOO FUCKING SHORT AND NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE!!!!!!1!1!!!

Humans and their Music

I too, have hopped onto the Humans are Space Orcs/ Humans are Weird/ Humans are from Space Australia and all Aliens Are Horrified train. So here’s my contribution

So I’ve seen a few posts on Human Music, but what about that one song, you know, that one song that is so profound that your soul can’t help but sing.

Like it comes on the radio while your driving with your alien buddy and you just turn that dial to 11? And you sing your heart out? And they’re just like??? Wat??? Why are you singing so loud??? Its just a song????

ITS NOT JUST A SONG ZORRI DONT EVER TELL ME IT S JUST A S O N G !!! wE’LL GROW OLD/ AND WE’LL NEVER BE ALONE/ AND NO MATTER WHERE WE ROAM/ WE’LL BE GLORIOUS*!~

OR you’re at your home on Earth/in you’re quarters and are just cleaning. And that song comes on and you just drop everything??? And start dancing? Like, who gives a flying fuck??? Because you just have to move and sing?? Because something gives you so much joy when you hear it your body literally can’t contain it??? 

To the rest of the universe we’re seen as these impossible creatures that are capable of so much. We’re from a fucking Death World for fucks sake. We have hundreds of weird costumes, we can lie with a straight face and we bare our teeth when we laugh, our pack-bond go everywhere. And we may not look it but we feel deeply. Anger, sorrow, joy. All of it.

So what if, what if this is another thing that aliens weren’t expecting and instead of being weird-ed out by it,  they just,, ‘smile’

IDk where i was going with this lol

*Glorious by Adam Friedman

@space-australians

I’m afraid to tell you that I miss you because I know you won’t say it back.
—  💜

quick reminder that if someone u know tells u theyre autistic and ur first response is “you dont seem autistic”

1. you could just be basing all your knowledge of autism off of stereotypes and so the person probably just doesnt fit those stereotypes

2. the person could be (intentionally or unintentionally) hiding their autistic traits because of past/current harassment due to ableism

so anyways dont say things like “you dont seem autistic!” because its shitty and gross

you know, if everything had gone to plan, Kara would have been in her mid-40′s by the start of the series (she was 13 when she left, around 20 years were spent in stasis, then another 12 years from when she got to Earth to when the series started).

So, when Astra saw the news circulating that picture of a girl who’s young, brown hair, and just flew a plane on her back, did she think Kara, or did she think Kara’s daughter?

i just wanted to say that i fully believe in ghosts, aliens, and magic

i believe that tarot cards can show the future

i believe in some superstitions 

i believe some dreams can be prophetic 

i believe spells/curses/hexes are real and can work

and i dont talk about it much because a)it’s been made to seem like a joke b)i was repeatedly told by some family members that it’s not real/fake c)it’s something i truly believe in and it’s a huge part of my life and the last thing i want is more people to personally tell me that it’s all in my head

holy crap i didnt know this needed to be said but apparently it does

dont make fun of people if they dont react to something right away.

i know for myself, when i read something i pause for a couple seconds and then react. or when someone tells me something it takes me 20 seconds to react.

whether its because of trauma, sensory issues, or disability
dont make fun of someone for it

im marinating on this little idea. Tell me if its dumb ot not. i like buying the used books on amazon because sometimes they have notes in them pointing out specific things, thats always fun and most of the time makes u realize new things i wouldnt have if i was skimming over but sometimes they dont have notes. wouldnt it be cool to do a book club esque thing where one person starts with a book chosen for that month, has a week to read, makes their own little notes, and then u sign the back page. and it goes down the line and whoever went and bought the book for that month could keep it. supr fun. And u have this book with all kinds of cool notes and all of our signatures in it!! Its exciting. we send the book to eachother. guys

Jealous (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: hey darling! im in love with your imagines! is it possible to request a jughead x reader where the reader and jug are dating and jughead spends WAY too much time with betty (maybe bc of the blue&gold ?) the reader is jealous but jug is just amused by it? like he does the whole “awwww! is someone jealous?” kind of teasing? lol idk if that made any sense but if you figure out a way to write it that would be amazing! thank youuu

A/N: I took my time with this one and changed it a bit! I hope you like it. Requests are welcome!

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Jealous (Jughead x Reader)

You had a bag from Pop’s that you managed to go get for you and your boyfriend. Jughead’s been staying in the Blue and Gold room during lunch lately and you haven’t really spent any time together this week so you wanted to treat him to some burgers.

Stopping to see the door closed, you peaked in the little window to see Jug and Betty standing close with their backs turned towards you.

You reach to open the door and call for Jug when Betty leans her head on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around her. Your heart stops.

Jug never wraps his arm around you. Hell, He hates any PDA. Feeling a little upset, you turn and go find one of your other friends. Maybe Veronica would want some burgers.

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#Look at how gentle this makeout sesh is#how cute is that??!!#i mean#dont get me wrong#i fully expect a heavy#lips on lips#lips on skin#hands on face#hands on neck#hands anywhere they can reach#maybe in fingers in the hair#-type makeout session in the future#please let it be this season#and soon#but i cant get over how adorable this is#because just look at how soft those kisses are#no one can tell me that these two arent already in love they just havent figured out thats what it is yet#matt and harry have such amazing chemistry with one another#when malec do get hot and heavy#its gunna end us all#cant stop lookin at magnus’ hands on his leg either#those first few seconds#just thinking how they are soo close to alec#just a few inches#why cudnt they just b a few inches over#touching alec’s thigh instead#????#*shudders*

Gay Ships IRL

So there are these two boys in my school, one of them is a punk dude and the other is a complete nerd. these two dudes are best friends and literally everyone ships them. the nerd one happens to be in all my advanced classes and talks to me about the punk one A LOT. I already know the nerd one is gay, but the punk ones sexuality is still unknown. These two boys are so protective over each other its unbelievable. In gym this one dude was joking around with the nerd dude and i guess it got way to aggressive because he punched him REALLY hard and he left a bruise on his arm, The punk guy sees this and gets really mad at the dude and yells at him for punching him to hard. He then goes over to the nerd, makes sure hes ok, and proceeds to look at the arm to make sure he is in fact ok. soMEONE HELP BECAUSE THESE BOYS WILL BE THE NED OF MEE!!  will keep story updated   

Hey guys so I know that calling Furbies demons and saying they need to be eradicated and telling horror stories anout them is funny and all.

It is NOT funny to start doing that to someone in public.

A cashier at the grocery store, all during checkout, was mocking my Furby. Loudly calling her a demon, calling me a liar when I said she doesnt work without batteries (yes I am dead serious here), and even leaned very close to my face to tell my Furby to go away (I had my Furb sort of nestled in my bra because I was grabbing bags).

Dont fucking do that. I dont care if its a Furby or stuffed animal or a Minecraft figurine or whatever it is.

Dont. Publicly. Shame. People. For. Their. Interests.

I was visibly distressed, I looked fucking pissed off, I was trying to scoot away from the register without my mom noticing to escape the conversation, when prompted to speak my voice was shaking with how upset I was.

I have really really fucking bad social anxiety and keep a Furb with my to fidget with to calm my nerves and it made me pissed that someone started openly mocking something I clearly took pleasure in.

If you hate Furbies, thats fine. I dont care. Dont start harassing people in public.

And dont tell me “Maybe she has a phobia of Furbies and thats why she acted that way” because 1. she didnt act afraid, she was treating it like a funny joke, and 2. phobias dont mean you start fucking loudly declaring someone has possession of a demon and publicly humiliate them.