i have a thing for boys with short hair

a thing I love about the TransDanny headcanon: there’s a photo of Danny and Maddie when he was little, happily dressed and presenting as male, meaning that his parents either accepted him as trans from a young age, or allowed him to dress himself and have his hair done as short as he wanted and not forcing him to conform to gender roles, which allowed his coming out to be a lot easier

did he have a phase where everyone just called him a ‘tomboy’? or did he announce that he was a boy early on and that was that from then on? did he start school as Daniel or Danielle? like maybe it was one of those kids will be kids things where he wanted to be a boy for a day and his parents were like, 'aww that’s cute we’ll let her have her fun’ but a day became a week, a month, a year, he never grew out of it because he was never just playing pretend

personally I like to think that it started with Maddie and Jack just having super lax views on gender roles, unsurprising since Jack loves knitting which he might have been made fun of for because it’s 'feminine’ and Maddie is very strong and self sufficient and grew up with a big tough sister who wears her hair short and acts very 'masculine’, so they already have experience subverting traditional gender roles

so when they have a daughter who drags them to the boy aisle as soon as she’s old enough to choose her own clothes/toys and asks for a short haircut like that Chip Skylark guy who sings about his shiny teeth on tv, Maddie and Jack are just like, yeah sure why not? their kid can look however she wants

Danny was able to present as male from a very early age, his parents treated him and Jazz equally regardless of gender and I feel like maybe he didn’t even think to ask to be referred to by male pronouns until he got to school and the kids immediately assumed he was male and he realised ho dang, this feels RIGHT.

and then he’d have the teachers calling him Danielle and referring to him as female and another kid is like, umm Danny’s a boy tho?? and the teacher looks at this little boy with little boy hair and little boy clothes and is like, oh uh sorry kid there must have been a mistake in the paperwork, was it supposed to say Daniel?


but then he feels bad because technically he 'lied’ to the teacher so he goes home and doesn’t say anything because he thinks his parents will be mad at him for lying on his first day at school

and then the parents get a call from some very confused school staff asking whether or not they’d enrolled a boy or a girl because they had a Danielle Fenton in the paperwork but a Daniel Fenton was dropped off to class this morning and that’s when Maddie and Jack were like… oooooh okay so this is how it is

they tell the school that he’s definitely a boy, always has been, they don’t say he’s trans because they probably don’t even know that word exists but they do know that their daughter seems far more comfortable as their son and they don’t see a problem with that and as far as they’re concerned it’s none of the school’s business

they’d probably sit Danny down for a talk after that in which he starts crying and apologising and they have to spend about ten minutes ensuring him that he isn’t in trouble for lying at school and if he wants to be a boy that’s okay they can call him a boy for as long as he wants, he just has to let them know if he changes his mind but if he doesn’t then that’s okay too, they just want him to be happy

and from that point on he was pretty much just the Fentons’ son, his parents would buy him binders and do research on trans kids to make sure they were doing the right thing and as soon as he was old enough for T they said they’d support him whether or not he wanted to take it and if there were any complications it was okay because he was still their boy no matter what his body looked like

I mean just, the Fentons have fucked up a lot of aspects of parenthood so I just really really REALLY want them to have done this one RIGHT or as right as they possibly can, they might be quite scatterbrained and neglectful at times but it’s clear that they really do love their kids, and were probably a lot closer with them when they were young, so it makes sense to me that they would be accepting of Danny’s identity even from such a young age

all they want is for their kids to feel happy and safe, which means when they find out he’s half ghost it still doesn’t MATTER, because they already promised they’d accept him no matter what


Yurio Plisetsky, прима-балерина.

This is how I imagine him.

“Both men and women should feel free to be strong. It is time that we all perceive gender on a spectrum not as two opposing sets of ideals”, by Emma Watson.

I want to use this drawing to say a few things I’ve been thinking lately. I don’t care if it ends up with 1 note or more, I just want to rant about it. I hope I won’t offend anyone with my lack of english and knowledge. 

  • Boys can wear make up. And skirts. Boys can change their hair, use it long or short. Boys can have no hair too. Boys won’t be less boys for that. 
  • When I draw I don’t think about genders, about sexuality, about anything to be honest. When I draw I think about making people happy, it makes me happy when someone smiles what I did because ehy maybe they are having a bad day and at least I made them 1% happier. I’m aware my art is not the best so if you dislike it, it’s okay. If you have any critic my ask is full open I’ll hear you and thank you for pasing by (for real). But if you dislike it because you thought that was a girl and become aware it’s actually a boy and you find it wrong or offensive, then Jeez, I have no words man, more than: I can’t believe it, what kind of civilization is this?
  • I don’t know what I am, I don’t care what I am but, from the bottom of my heart. I’m really sorry some of you are living hell because of this fucking nonsense world, 
  • You are beautiful, trust me. 
  • You are strong. You will be fine. And,
  • you are not alone. 

To all the transboys in the fandom having a rough time or feeling insecure, I just want to remind you of a few things:

  • Pretty boys are everywhere in kpop! It’s great to be pretty and a guy, just like you! 
  • Seeing boys in makeup (aka feminine things) is welcomed and you’re still being a dude if you wear it! You’re allowed to be as feminine or as masculine as you want!
  • Being short is ok! Your bias is probably small too and that is a-ok! 
  • Have hips? So does Jackson Wang and look how cool he is!
  • Have small hands? So does Park Jimin! They’re perfect just like his!
  • Long hair? Jeonghan has long hair too and he’s a rad dude just like you!
  • Feeling sad? Yoongi and Wonho still probably love you since their ideal bias has no specific gender! They’d think you’re super cute!
  • Look at your girl bias! I bet you anything she’d think you’re handsome too!
  • You’re amazing and you’re valid and all of your biases would love you, so don’t be sad or insecure. You’re the best boy around!

anonymous asked:

Can you write a follow on from this episode where Betty gets herself a Serpent jacket to match jugheads. And joins the south side to be with him

Alright emotionally prepare for this, I’m obsessed with writing bad ass Betty.

Three months.

It had been three months since Jughead Jones had seen anyone from Riverdale. As much as he missed Archie, his heart ached for the girl he loved more than anything, the day they had ended things still made him sick to his stomach, he had been cruel and short, dismissing the love they shared and pulling away from her as she reached out desperate hands, crying for him, crying for what could have been.

“You okay man?”

Jughead glanced up at the boy beside him, cropped short hair and a matching jacket. Keith was pushed into becoming Serpent after both of his parents had died and Jughead instantly felt the similar connection of a broken family, Keith was kind and quiet but when push came to shove he was Serpent through and through with temper to match.

“Yeah, got lost in my head” he shrugged, leaning against the rusted truck outside of Southside high.

“You’ve been doing that a lot lately” the short haired boy stated nonchalantly, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Lot on my mind” Jughead dismissed he conversation, as cool as Keith was, he definitely wasn’t someone Jughead was going to spill his feelings too.

Suddenly a dirty, long haired boy wearing a serpents vest ran towards the two boys
“Have you guys seen the new kids? Dude the girl? She’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Jughead looked to Keith and rolled his eyes, glancing to where a group of people were parting in the center of the parking lot, he straightened his back, peering to get a look at what had everyone so captured, as soon as he saw it he felt his heart stop

Archie Andrews stepped forward, his normally perfectly done red hair was messy and dirty and he was in a simple black t-shirt and jeans, one hand stuffed into his pocket and the other slung around none other than Betty Cooper, or at least some new version of Betty Cooper.

This Betty was nothing like the perfectly, polished Barbie doll he was used to seeing. Betty had on an unbelievably tight pair of black jeans and a low cut white tank top covered by a short leather jacket, her legs looked exceptionally long in the cork wedges she had on and her long blonde hair was left long and curly, the most shocking part of course was the dark red lipstick gracing her perfect heart shaped lips as she smirked wickedly, whispering something in Archie’s ear as he laughed.

What was this? What the hell was going on? Jughead stepped forward but was quickly shoved out of the way by an incredibly tall, muscular boy named Dean. Dean was probably the most affluent young member in the serpents, he was terrifying and he let it be known he was in charge. He stepped in front of Jughead and stared down Archie and Betty, his brow raised and his arms crossed.

“Something wrong?” Archie started, staring the boy down as Betty stood tall beside him.

Dean shook his head smiling, “just wanted to welcome our new students, what brings you to our neck of the woods?” He had on his faux friendly personality, Jughead moved beside him and Dean nodded, the poor boy thought he was actually coming to give him back up.

Betty glanced over to him, her eyes cold as she turned back to the group of serpents.

“We were transferred from… Pembrooke.” She looked to Archie who nodded “it’s nice to meet you” she purred, sticking her hand out. Dean took it quickly dropping a kiss to her knuckles
“The pleasure is mine.” Betty giggled in the most obnoxiously fake way Jughead had ever heard.

“I’m Dean, these are the Serpents.” He spouted off names before turning to Jughead “this is Jughead Jones” he said nonchalantly. Archie gripped his hand squeezing it tightly

“Archie Andrews.” He said, his eyes searching Jugheads. Jughead nodded slowly

“nice to meet you…pal”

Archie’s eyes lit up before he quickly dampened it and turned to continue his conversation with the gang leader.

He caught Betty’s eyes and tried to convey everything all he wanted to say, she continued to stare at him coldly before sticking her hand out
“Elizabeth.” She stated.

Jughead gripped her hand, cautious of all the eyes on the beautiful blonde, she ripped her hand free and turned back to Archie
“We better get going” she slid her arm through his and he nodded

“We’ll be seeing you?” Archie asked the burly boy.

“Definitely.” Dean nodded as the rest of the boys stared at Bettys jean clad ass as she walked away, Jughead clenched his fists.

“The redhead could be a good addition to the Serpents, he’s got balls.” There was a low murmur of agreement and a lanky teen added “I want the blonde, she’s got all the makings of a Serpent Slut.”

Before he knew what he was doing Jughead had the boy pushed against the nearest car, his hands around his throat

“Stay away from her. You don’t go near her” he growled.

Dean dropped a heavy hand on Jugheads shoulder

“Alright killer, you want the girl? That’s up to her, but you’ve got dibs, we get that, that’s cool. Interesting though, don’t think I’ve ever seen you so passionate about anything.” He stared down almost in admiration at Jugheads aggression.

Later on in the day as everyone was leaving for the Southside, Jughead found Archie and Betty leaning against her locker, faces pushed close together, he desperately tried to push down the jealousy, she wasn’t his anymore, he had given her up. He stormed over to the pair

“What do you think you’re doing here? Is this another pathetic attempt at trying to “save” me? Don’t you get it? I belong here, stay out of my life, both of you!“ He hissed.

Archie moved towards him

Betty was faster though, whipping her long blonde hair in Archie’s face and standing nose to nose with Jughead

“Don’t flatter yourself Jughead, we’re here because of the drug ring that the serpents are running. We’re here to help our town, we’re here to make things better. You think I care how dangerous it is for you to be here? You think I stay up at night thinking of the trouble you can be in? You think I’m here because i can’t even think of you being in here here all alone without getting sick to my stomach? Think again. You don’t know us okay? We’re new and we’re from Pembrooke, so how about you stay out of our lives.” Betty gripped Archie’s hand and dragged him away, the dark leather jacket was the last thing he saw before she disappeared from view.

Jughead stared after her, what had they gotten themselves into? And…

How was he going to get her back?

I see too many posts saying how boys are so inferior to girls and yada yada yada. SO IM HERE TO TELL YOU BOYS THAT ILY.

Shout out to my boys

-boys of color

-tiny boys

-tall as fuck boys

-average height boys

-boys in theatre and any type of arts

-boys in sports

-boys with dyed hair

-boys with short hair, long hair, etc

-boys of all sexualities and gender whether trans, cis, etc

-boys who love “feminine” things

-skinny boys

-large boys





-PSS: Highjack my post and turn it into “screw boys, girls are better” I’ll fucking eat you alive without even putting on a nice seasoning.

“I had a fun time with you“

(A/N): FYI (Y/I) stands for (Your/Initials), Enjoy x also, i have not proofread this yet i apologise 

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“The anonymous street artist (Y/I) strikes once again…“

As soon as the familiar name is mentioned his attention is immediately drawn to the television. Apparently the mysterious person, who has been leaving several paintings all over the city, has almost been caught yesterday during the process of creating another masterpiece. Since the cops were incapable of catching hold of them, the anonymous artist has once again slipped through their fingers. 

Josh has been fascinated by their work from day one. Even though each portrait has its own individual interpretation, all of them hold the same message, which could be defined as diverse, observant, equaled and human. The country itself has been taken over by republicans, after being governed democratically for eight years. A lot of insurrections and turmoils have surfaced ever since the new president has been elected. (Y/I) paintings are often responses to countrywide but also citywide political occurrences, representing their own personal opinion, which should frankly speak to every person who has a slightly sense of humanity. In the eye of publicity their performance is seen as some act of rebellion, since the art pieces are mostly against the decisions and choices made by the new government. 

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Things I have in common with The Raven Gang.


• Will point at you if I liked your argument.
• Weird shoes.
• No sense of fashion.
• Want to help everyone.
• Never sleep.


• Secretly bisexual.
• Always tired.
• Think is unworthy of love.


• Love animals.
• Black clothes.
• Love speed and danger.
• Is actually so different from everybody’s opinions.


• Nobody notices if I’m there or not.
• Usually get tired of my own argument and leave it hanging.
• Dead.


• Feminist.
• Impulsive.
• Tired of everybody’s bullshit.
• Short hair.
• Small.

Man Face Monday - Mayor Handsome, Mayor Broody Edition

Hello Precious Peach! Lots going on. I moved apartments over the weekend. Just two floors up, but it nearly flattened me and now I am looking forward to putting my feet up and watching the snow come tonight here in Virginia. 

Musing over pictures of John Barrowman’s epic birthday party, because holy cabooses…not much to say except if Amell deigns to show up at your party looking liked a Chippendale’s dancer…man, you must be a good friend. I also mentioned to @tinaday3w that if I was a certain Mrs., I would demand those shorts become part of his weekend uniform, as in “hey pool boy, I’ll have a margarita on the veranda.” ;-)

We got some cool spoilers last week. Won’t repeat them here, but I, for one, am looking forward to some good things. Without any further ado, here is some face for ya’ll. The Mayor is under fire right now, and looking pretty glum, or glumly pretty, depending on your point of view. 

First, on a scale of 1- Amell, where Amell is the best you can get, this is kind of 5 Amells.  

Even as an arty version, his hair is fabulous. 

So much hair going in different directions! Love it. 

Puppy eyes. 

Blue for @hope-for-olicity. Lots of blue. 

I dig this Bratva one. So yummy. 

Well, that’s it, my darlings. I hope some face made your face smile. Looking toward a good week ahead and want you to have many fabulous adventures! 

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anonymous asked:

Cliff, I feel like I can never transition and successfully "pass" due to my height (I am EXTREMELY short). I know passing isn't the end goal for a lot of people, but due to several factors I just don't feel like I would be safe transitioning unless I could pass, so instead I'm stuck. Do you have any advice?

Assuming you’re FTM–yeah, you can pass.  If everything else about you looks male, people are going to think “huh, that’s a really short dude,” not “only women are that short.”  Height is one of the ways people scan for gender, but it’s not a primary indicator.

I’m pretty short myself, I don’t have facial hair, and I get “he” pretty consistently these days just from my presentation, voice, and body shape.  Sometimes it’s “he, that fourteen-year-old boy,” but that’s fine, I guess–at least it means I’m aging well?

But yeah, you definitely can pass while short.  It makes things a little tougher, but with T/workouts/facial hair if you’re able, it does not make it impossible.

Guys i’m gonna do a story time for you rn.

So I work as a cashier (luxurious, I know), and a few weeks ago, this little girl came to my register with her grandma. She had to be like three or four. So, this little girl stares at me the entire time i’m ringing up their things, and as her grandma is paying, I just hear, “Grandma, she’s a boy.”

The conversation went as follows:

Grandma: “No, honey. She’s a girl. She just has short hair like grammy.”

Little girl: “She’s a boy.”

G: “Sweetie, your sister has short hair too.”

LG: “[squints at her grandma] She’s. A boy.”

G: “No, she isn’t. She’s a girl.”

LG: [the longest five second pause of my life and then the most sarcastic tone I have ever heard come from that small of a child] Okay, grandma. She’s a girl.”


anonymous asked:

Do you have any trans hide headcanons you wouldn't mind sharing? ^^


Alrighty let’s go go go!

  • I’d like to think he knew pretty early on, but he hid it. Saying things like “Didn’t you hear? Short hair is in style!” to “I just think these types of clothes just look better and BRO IT HAS POCKETS”  
  • He didn’t present himself to everyone he meet as a boy until college because no one knew who he was previously. He was super excited about it and talked about how happy he was to Kaneki the entire summer before!!
  • Speaking of Kaneki, come on he was totally and 993% sorry bad joke the first person he came out to, most likely during middle school
  • He had no idea how to tell him, and came out though a joke (bonus points if it was on accident like me)
  • Kaneki didn’t get it at first and had a lot of question and misconceptions about it. Hide tried to like,,, run away in the middle because he thought he was going to lose his best friend over it, but no, after talking Kaneki pretty much ran to do more research.  
  • L O V E S his name and loves all sorts of nicknames for it because thats the name he’s always wanted and it draws attention to it.
  • Cried a little when he got a binder, but then groaned because it’s so annoying. Loves what it does but just hates the feeling. Kaneki was there and tried to hide his laughter at Hide’s extreme expression change because it would happen so often. “THIS IS SO COOL- ack fuck that hurts a bit- BUT OH MY GOD I LOOK SO FLAT- ah ah ah can’t breathe”

what do you mean these are all me projecting 

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK! If you have any of you own, please share with me too! 

“I found this community of proudly gender non-conforming women. Women who don’t conform to society’s restrictive view of “woman”. I immediately felt the freedom to be who I wanted to be, and to not feel that I had to “prove” my womanhood.”

Submission by: @oops-im-a-radfem

24 from Utah

When I was a child/teen I was very gender non-conforming. I didn’t like “girl” things, I hated the color pink, had short hair, small boobs, wore mostly “boy” or gender neutral clothes.

If Utah was more progressive, and the trans cult had a presence here in the last half of the 00’s, I probably would have become a trans boy.

But, I didn’t. I went through my teen years as a tomboy, nothing unusual about that. I hated the clothes I had to wear to church. I felt uncomfortable in the girl’s bathroom because I was worried I looked out of place and that I would get yelled at. People asked me all the time if I was a boy or a girl, and I got mistaken for a boy and called a boy on many occasions. I was asked if I was a lesbian in middle school.

Basic stuff for a tomboy, I think.

When I was about 20, I found feminism. Through Pinterest, of all places. From there, I went to Facebook feminism. I learned the libfem version of “intersectionality” and wanted to be the best feminist I possibly could be. At that time, I didn’t really know much about the “queer” and “mogai” community, because I wasn’t on Tumblr. I had heard a bit about trans people, but I didn’t really know all that much about it.

In the fall of 2015, after being polyamorous with my husband for about 6 months, I met a girl. My husband and I started dating her (that’s a whole different story) and she told us about how she was genderfluid between being a woman and being agender. Her “agender” days basically consisted of body dysphoria and a desire to wear masculine clothing. After about a month or so of dating her, I started up my own Tumblr at her suggestion.

Once on Tumblr I learned all about the millions of identities within the “mogai” world. It was a lot of information, and I was confused and unsure that any of it was real. But I chalked those thoughts up to ignorance, and dove deeper into it all.

Throughout the entire time I was in the libfem world, and the Tumblr world, I grew more and more detached to my previous identity as a “tomboy”. I felt that since trans women have to perform femininity to be taken seriously as women, I had to as well or else I was depending on my cis privilege to be seen as a ‘real woman’.

After only a few weeks on Tumblr, I realized I had never questioned my gender. Because of Tumblr, I knew it was a cis privilege to never question gender, and to never have my gender questioned, unlike the experience that so many trans people have. I asked my girlfriend how she determined she wasn’t just a woman, and she directed me towards some blogs and labels for me to look into. I kept coming back to agender, because I was realizing that I didn’t fully “get” gender, and I wasn’t sure it was even real. Real for me, anyway, of course I knew it was real to others and I should respect that. But for me, gender wasn’t a real thing to worry about. I decided that because I didn’t understand gender, I must simply not have one. And so, I started claiming the identity of agender. 

I started using they/them pronouns, I tried out my girlfriend’s binder, I started embracing my masculine side again. I liked the binder, but soon after this I broke up with her and she took it back. I didn’t like it enough to get my own, so I didn’t get one. After some time of people not catching on with the they pronouns, I went back to she/her. Since I was still mostly feminine presenting it didn’t seem to matter to me.

I discovered nounself pronouns, and decided that I really liked the bun pronouns. I tried using them for a bit, but it felt silly and wrong. Plus not a lot of my friends used them for me, so I just decided to go back to she.

After that, I didn’t really care about my agender identity. I still used it, and I still made sure people on the internet knew about it, but deep down I didn’t care. I didn’t want to go back to identifying as a woman, though, because I knew once I did that I wouldn’t be able to speak about trans issues. I wanted to keep that, I didn’t want to be treated as a silly cis woman who has so much privilege she can’t say anything. I also didn’t want to give up the freedom I felt to not conform to gender roles as a woman.

In about November of last year, I decided that my romantic orientation wasn’t what I thought it was, because I was struggling with romance in general. I have never really felt totally romantic, and I decided to look into the aromantic spectrum to see if there was anything there that I liked. I found idemromantic (which basically means not understanding romantic attraction). I briefly used it, and when I was searching the ‘idemromantic’ tag for more people like me, I found an ace exclusionist blog.

I embraced the ace exclusionist perspective, and started critically examining everything I had been told by the ace/aro community. I learned how most of their labels were really about homophobia and the fact that the sex positive movement has given kids an unrealistic view of sex and romance.

At that point, I dropped the agender label, because through interacting with the ace exclusionist blogs I would occasionally see a post by a radfem that made good sense about why non-binary wasn’t so great. I once again felt the feeling of being restricted by my “woman” identity. I also still supported trans people on principal, I just felt a little better about not claiming that as part of my identity.

Then, the women’s march happened. The backlash of trans women feeling like their experience wasn’t centered enough and they were excluded happened. I noticed that even before that actually happened, I expected it. I knew that the pussy hats and the abortion rights signs would be offensive to trans women. I knew exactly how they would react. And that pissed me off.

I began thinking again about how gender has never made sense to me. I have never understood how someone can just “identify” with a gender. Gender roles are restrictive and assigned based on sex, so why would anyone want to “identify” with any “gender”? My year of identifying as “agender” didn’t do anything about my oppression. I was still affected by laws and expectations of women. I couldn’t just identify out of it, so how could trans women identify out of their male privilege? No matter what they wore or acted like, no matter the surgeries they got, they could NEVER be oppressed as women. They remain the oppressor class.

At that point, I decided to tentatively start researching radical feminism. I discovered this whole world of kick ass feminist women who don’t listen to male opinions, who don’t center male people, who live their lives for themselves and demand liberation.

I found this community of proudly gender non-conforming women. Women who don’t conform to society’s restrictive view of “woman”. I immediately felt the freedom to be who I wanted to be, and to not feel that I had to “prove” my womanhood. I felt a sisterhood I had never felt with trans women.

I felt free to re-embrace my natural tendency towards being gender non-conforming. I knew I could wear what I wanted and not be told I was less of a woman because of it. Now, I’m planning to get my hair cut short like it was when I was a teen (though, a bit more stylish). I want to wear “men’s” clothing and not be called either a man or some “non-binary” gender.

I feel like myself again.

I am a female by birth, and I “identify” with womanhood because I know now that womanhood is the simple matter of being an adult human female. I don’t have to do anything or act a certain way to be a woman, I just am one. And I no longer feel the need to identify as something other than a woman in order to be who I am. 

anonymous asked:

How come you don't believe in transgender?

I just don’t believe in identity politics

For example, i don’t believe that womanhood is a feeling, I think it’s sexist to think that liking certain things or wearing certain things that are deemed “womanly” makes you a woman. being female is the only way to be a woman, and it’s not something that males can co opt.

I thought I was genderfluid for a while because I have short hair and I like dressing “like a boy”. but really that doesn’t mean shit, it’s just my fashion preference, not the essence of my being.

we should be abolishing gender rather than making more and putting so much importance into it

@gaytog by “message fiction” I mean fiction that teaches a clear moral lesson or is meant to persuade its readers of a moral stance or teach kids/youth. I think Tumblr is obsessed with this, as shown by “you can write about bigots but you have to be clear that ‘the narrative does not endorse them,’” whatever the fuck that means.

What prompted this was a short story I read the other day, told from the POV of a surly, bratty cishet teenage boy whose dad is transitioning. Because Surly Teenager Trying To Standard Masculinity Right, there’s a scene where he expresses his annoyance with his parents by saying the most hair raisingly transphobic things he can think of to her, on purpose.

I don’t think “the narrative endorses” acting that way at all, but the closest it gets to condemning its protagonist is him feeling vague guilt about behaving shittily. It doesn’t end with a tidy confession and purging of his sins, it ends ambiguously and weirdly in a way you can interpret (and I do) as him beginning to be less jerky.

Tumblr would crucify the author, I think, because she doesn’t go out of her way to make sure it’s obvious to a toaster oven that “the narrative does not endorse transphobia.”

anonymous asked:

I absolutely love your aged up Yurio! Out of all the versions I've seen of him, yours is my favorite! He just looks so sexy and I absolutely love his muscles.

Thank you! :’D I um. Have a thing for drawing muscles, it’s fun, I like it, and therefore I have a tendency to exaggerate and bulk up everyone >.>;;;; And long hair <3