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PSA for Transmen

I’ve been thinking- and I’m sure this has been said before, but it’s worth saying again. There’s a difference between feminine and female. It might sound obvious to some of us but to people like me it’s something I really had to meditate on.


As trans individuals, we each have different triggers for our dysphoria- most commonly we all share a strong aversion to things or situation that might discredit our identity to those around us. Men don’t like flowers and women don’t fix lightbulbs kind of gendered shit. This kind of hyper-awareness to the social gender binary and gender roles.


As a man I struggled with this. I like flowers and the color pink. I like cute frilly things- maybe not to put on my own body, but I do like them. I like feminine things… but that doesn’t make me a woman. Just like how a little boy who wears makeup isn’t actually a girl, a trans man who wears makeup is no less a man than his cisgender, make-up loving brothers.


To those of us who still like feminine things, it’s no reflection on your identity. Like what you like, love who you love, and live how you live.

I was tagged like…. waaaay back to post the last line of my WIP, by @marrieddorks (and… @wetsammywinchester, I think? Is that possible?), and honestly at the time I didn’t have anything written I wanted to share. So here, since I’ve been working and it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, I thought I’d share a longer little excerpt. This is from chapter two of my J2 AU Nightblooming Flowers, which you can check out on AO3 if you’re interested.


The silk suit for the evening isn’t quite red—it’s the color of currants, the fabric rich and deeply dyed, glinting beautifully in the candlelight. It’s Jared’s second-favorite, after the mahogany. He runs careful fingers around the hems, over the delicate embroidered detailing on the sleeves, checking for loose threads the maids might have missed, while Richard sheds the dressing gown and loops it casually over the screen. He dabs jasmine perfume behind his ears, in the crooks of his elbows and on the waxed bare skin under his arms, on the soft skin of his inner thighs—all those places the blood will heat it and make the scent rise intoxicatingly from his flesh. Jared has already laid out the hose and he watches while Richard rolls them up just above the knee, tying them into place with ribbons at the back of each thigh, the creamy white of the silk not contrasting with his skin at all. The corset, next, and Jared helps to lace it in place where it will show off the slight rise of Richard’s pectoral muscle to best effect. He’d been confused at the addition, when first he started to assist, and Richard had laughed delightedly—such delicate flowers from Balm, he’d said, and when Jared had been embarrassed, gently explained: sometimes my patrons like something to hold onto, dear one. Jared ties the laces in the back with a careful knot, the bow sitting flat and centered under the spray of orchids rising up Richard’s spine toward the finial of his almost-finished marque.

The white shirt, next, and while Richard adjusts the laces at the throat to show off his smooth chest, Jared licks his lips, thinking. “Do you wonder about who your patron for the evening might be?” he says.

Richard finishes with the laces and smooths the shirt over his narrow hips, turning back and forth to admire the effect. “Of course,” he says, abstracted. Jared kneels to help him into the tight breeches, and Richard easily uses his shoulder as a balance as he steps into them. “Without an appointed assignation, it’s always a surprise. But I am not of Gentian, trying to divine the future with—what, incense and dreaming and opium. Thanks to Elua.”

Jared grins, can’t help it. Richard has very little use for the mystics’ house. He waits, kneeling, while Richard adjusts himself, tucking his soft bare cock into the breeches and lacing them easily, quickly. The ruffled hem of the shirt floats just over the bulge, showing it off to great effect, and then Richard slips on the doublet so that Jared can join it to the breeches on either side with the ribboned points, tying up the bows to sit enticingly on the top arch of each hip. “Just as well that Lady Joanna won’t be here this evening,” Richard says, a rueful tilt to his smile as he watches Jared work. “She has an awful tendency to snap the ribbon as she’s unwrapping her prize.”

Richard prefers the boots with the two-inch heel with this suit, and Jared helps slip them on and turns down the tops just enough to get a teasing glimpse of the white silk of the hose over the soft calfskin. When Jared stands again, Richard is closer to average height, and he’s also—stunning.

“Am I ready, dear?” Richard says, as always, eyes flicking over himself professionally in the mirror, checking their work.

“You’re beautiful,” Jared responds, as he always does, and even if it’s their ritual it makes Richard smile at him in the mirror, warm and kind.


Feel free to share a chunk of your own WIP, of whatever size. I just wanted to share a bit more so I feel accountable enough to keep chugging along.

@marrieddorks and @wetsammywinchester (it’s been long enough that surely you could do a different line), @silver9mm, @nomercles, @anotherwinchesterfangirl, and whoever else wants to do it, tag me, tag me.

I just saw this on Reddit today and I wanted to share it here.

When you’re a parent, you have to realize that the child you brought into this world is going to be their own person and you’ll have to start getting into things you may not understand and have ZERO interest in.

However, you damn well better act like you are.

I can still remember the feeling as a kid getting Pokemon Red and it being something I loved so much, so I wanted to share that with my mom. I wanted to show her my team, tell her about the gym leaders I took down, and she just took a glance at the Game Boy color and went “mmhhhmm”.

She gave zero shits when I beat Banjo-Kazooie, a game which was INCREDIBLY hard for grade school me and you can make me have war flashbacks if you so much as say “Rusty Bucket Bay”.

My town in Animal Crossing? Catching rare fish? Who cares?

I liked a cartoon series so much that I wrote little stories about it? “No, I don’t want to read it.”

This type of stuff matters to kids so damn much and she’ll never realize how much it hurt our relationship. It might not seem like a big deal she never sat down and watched me play something like Luigi’s Mansion, but that’s how kids try and bond with their parents.

After constantly being shot down they’ll eventually stop talking to you entirely. 

hey guys! i’ve noticed lately that a lot of gifsets/edits of moana, especially pastel ones, have been whitewashing her skin, and i know that this isn’t just a problem in moana gifs, so i thought it might be a good idea to make a comprehensive guide on how to avoid whitewashing poc/color poc in general. this guide will be split into three parts: vibrant gifs, pastel gifs, and dark gifs (any of the tips i give for gifs can be applied to edits as well – it’s even easier to avoid whitewashing poc in edits, because you can color it normally and then erase the lightening layers over the person’s skin).

so, without any further ado, here we go!

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“How. Just... how.”

Carl the Animator: “What?”

Ted the Animator: “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Ted the Animator: “Exhibit A. Scooby looking for Shaggy in giant fish pile.”

Ted the Animator: “Scooby pauses, makes this face.”

Carl the Animator: “And what a face it is.”

Ted the Animator: “Scooby reaches in.

Ted the Animator: “Scooby’s arm becomes the color of Shaggy’s shirt for 9 entire frames.”

Carl the Animator: “Oopsies.”

Ted the Animator: “…this goes marginally beyond an ‘oopsies’, Carl.”

Carl the Animator: “It’s an easy mistake. Could happen to anyone.”

Ted the Animator: “Oh, no, that’s not what I find so unbelievable.”

Ted the Animator: “What’s unbelievable is that, after some fish issues…”

Ted the Animator: “…Scooby reaches in…”

Ted the Animator: “…AND IT HAPPENS AGAIN.”

Ted the Animator: “How is it remotely possible to not notice a green dog arm rooting through giant fish, TWICE?!”

Carl the Animator: “…ok, it might have been a little intentional, and I might have always wanted to hear you say that sentence.”

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Flower markets are my favorite thing ever, especially if the flowers are color coordinated. I took these pictures while I was in Prague, and they were totally worth the weird looks from the shop keeper :’)). Featuring my September monthly, where I immediately used one of those pics, and some French vocabulary – I might turn these drawings into little vocab worksheets, stay tuned for that!!

I want to be clear: I bear no malice towards any of the winners. Everyone who is nominated, let alone wins, a Tony is a master of their craft. My rage is directed at the incredibly conservative American Theatre Wing who determine the winners, because I feel like they often reward “big names” and safe choices over what might be the best pick in a category. Yes, I have a bias, but I think it’s hard to look at this year’s wins for things like Best Actress and not see a resistance to rewarding women of color (Eva Noblezada, Denée Benton), or the various composing/writing awards and see a skew towards “traditional” theatre.

I have nothing but love for the performers and their talent which FAR surpasses my meager acting and musical ability. But the American Theatre Wing needs to become a little less old, a little less white, and a little more willing to reward productions that take risks.

Just my tuppence.

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March 19 2017

A long time ago I got an ask asking if I could show what’s in my pencil case and I really put it off for the longest and might have forgotten about it too lol. 

Anyways here it is! I use Copic markers in place of things like Mildliners or whatever your preferred highlighter is, but someday I plan on getting a pack of Mildliners because the colors are similar to my Copics but they don’t bleed through pages :|

I also use .38mm Muji pens and a .5 Muji mechanical pencil, and look at how small the stapler and tape are! I got those in a little pack from Daiso Japan. 

Studying for my Chemistry final on Tuesday! :L

Ellee.  

do u ever think about how mika is probably terrified of becoming a demon but at the same time at least he wouldn’t have to hurt anymore?