i'm so hesitant to tag things now

To my trans boys who;

  • don’t have clear skin
  • don’t have defined jawlines/collar bones
  • don’t have a six pack
  • aren’t all muscle
  • aren’t over 5′6
  • are chubbier
  • are still kinda slim with big hips and thighs
  • are still kinda slim but with a big chest and no hips
  • are kinda slim but with a “feminine” figure
  • aren’t exactly skinny but aren’t exactly fat either
  • still love dresses/skirts/makeup but can’t express that without being called she/her/miss/ma’am
  • still love the colour pink 
  • still love princesses
  • have long hair
  • shave their legs
  • are straight (attracted to girls)
  • are ace/on the ace spectrum
  • don’t know who they are just yet and are still figuring themselves out
  • go against the norm and the typical ideals of what being manly means
  • have severe dysphoria almost constantly
  • have no dysphoria at all
  • don’t bind their chests
  • don’t have “masculine” names
  • don’t have deep voices
  • don’t have the courage to correct people when they use the wrong pronouns
  • don’t fit tmblrs “trans boy” mold
  • aren’t in a safe enviorment to come out
  • are in a safe enviroment physically but are scared to come out
  • don’t have/want any sugeries
  • aren’t confident enough to be shirtless
  • are insecure about their scars (surgery or self harm scars)
  • aren’t on/don’t want to be on testosterone
  • have physical disabilities and/or mental disorders
  • don’t have physical disabilities or mental disorders and don’t feel like they’ve “suffered” enough to be part of the lgbt community
  • are still struggling with being proudly trans
  • have always been proud of who they are
  • have indentified trans for years
  • have identified trans for weeks, days, hours 

Here’s to all my trans boy looking for support and looking for a sign to keep going. If you need help, please don’t hesitate to ask a friend, family, or a professional.

You are all valid and all handsome as hell. If you aren’t happy right now, I truly hope you will be one day. Hopefully soon.
Until then, stay safe & stay alive, friends.


**also please feel free to add on about other genders or about more trans boy things if you’d like. tag a friend who needs to hear some of these?**

  • me: i love trying new things!
  • other person: ooh, here, try this new thing!
  • me: oh.... no thanks.... *goes back to my favorite thing*
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DO NOT REDISTRIBUTE OR REUPLOAD!!

Actually have been hesitating about posting this in Tumblr for weeks now, but…guess why not. Not translating his Q&A though…=_=

And no need for other members, I presume? =_=“

@fcdedhearts continued from x

Au contraire, my lady, I’m pawitively certain that this is the purrfect time. He can’t help the smile on his face— sure, Ladybug shouldn’t be here (nor should he), but it’s so good to have her around. He missed her, and he won’t hesitate to tell her that, when it’s a better time. For now, Chat Noir knows that it’s best to keep up their usual banter, keep things as lighthearted as he can. But that makes him feel touched, even if he knows she appreciates him, it’s awlays good hearing it. And thank you, bugaboo. I couldn’t pawssibly do it without you either. I guess that’s why we’re such a good team.

Chad Michael Murray was actually the worst friend a person could have.

It all started on what began as a normal Friday. Jared woke up, knocked loudly on Chad’s door, took Harley and Sadie for a run, came back to shower, knocked loudly on Chad’s door again, and started breakfast. He hummed a happy tune quietly with a smile in place as he grabbed food from the refrigerator and cabinets.  Eventually Chad stumbled in, more squinty-eyed than usual, and running his hands through his spiky-blond, unruly bed hair.

“Morning, Sunshine,” Jared grinned, breaking the eggs into the sizzling pan.

“Fuck you, asswipe,” Chad spat.  Pulling on a chair at the breakfast bar so rough it screeched across the linoleum floor, he hauled himself up in it and glared at the back of Jared’s cheery head.

“You’re in a worse mood than usual,” Jared snorted, knowing that no matter how bad of a mood Chad was in, it was just an inherent part of his personality - nothing personal.

“Yeah, I am,” Chad groaned, nearly slamming his forehead into the counter top as he let it plop down.  “I was having a great night – made out with Sophia for, like, three hours straight, ate pizza, jacked off –“

“Really, dude?” Jared interrupted.

“– listened to some music, and then fell asleep, but not before fucking remembering that your gay boyfriend was coming over today,” he finished as though Jared never spoke.  

“Did you just call my boyfriend gay?” Jared asked incredulously.

“Uh, yeah.  Because he is.”  There was a pause.  

“Yep, that is true,” came with the shake of a head.  “But what’s the big deal?  Jensen comes over almost every weekend.”

“I know, but, like,” Chad groaned and slammed his head back against the counter top, “when he’s over you’re all mushy and gross and I can only handle so much gay in my life, okay?  And when he’s here, it’s double the gay.  It’s gay multiplied.  Gay squared.  That’s too much gay.”  Jared rolled his eyes and tossed the English muffins in the toaster.  

“Why don’t you go stay with Sophia or one of your other friends?” Jared suggested.

“Sophia is having a girl’s night or something tonight, I don’t really know.  She said, ‘Me and the girls want a wine and pedicure night,’ and I was like, ‘Fine, I’m gonna have a beer and video game night’ – which isn’t different than every other night, but, y’know.  And I have no other friends, Jared, why else do you think I’m living with your gay ass? That and you have the best gaming system so it was kind of a no-brainer.”

“Feelin’ the love, Chad.”

“Don’t feel the love from me, your boyfriend’ll be here in a few hours.”  

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Feel free to add your own suggestions, but this is something I put together in response to people wondering where to start when it comes to watching other things Capaldi’s done. There’s a loooot, to put it lightly…so it helps to have some suggestions where to start.