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people actually believed that there was a bus full of trans people wearing “down with cis” shirts just showing up to beat up random people

people are so determined to paint trans people in the most negative way possible and undermine their experiences individually and as a whole that they let themselves believe that fucking mrs. frizzle or some shit showed up out of nowhere in the magic cisphobia bus with some miniature trans army wearing personalised t-shirts and just set them the fuck loose

Reblog if you support one or all of the following:
  • Asexual people
  • Bisexual people
  • Cisgender people
  • Closeted people
  • Demisexual people
  • Drag queens and kings
  • Gay men
  • Gay women
  • Gender neutral people
  • Gender non-conforming people
  • Genderqueers
  • Intersex people
  • Out of the closet people
  • Omnisexual people
  • Pansexual people
  • Queer people
  • Those who are still questioning their sexualities
  • Transgender men
  • Transgender women
  • Transitioning people
  • PEOPLE IN GENERAL
Mafia! Taeyong

An AU where Mafia member Taeyong falls in love with his best friend.

  • Taeyong, the beautiful broken boy. A boy that never smiled, that never talked unless he was spoken to. A feisty fighter, an impulsive soul that was quick to react on his feelings
  • He was never the type to sit still, always on the run. If there were no meetings, he was out drinking, smoking, gambling. He never liked being surrounded by people but when he was alone, he was surrounded by his thoughts
  • The clan had Taeyong for his main quality, his beauty. And how quick people were to fall for his face and mess everything up. All the other qualities were just a bonus. His smirks, evil and alluring. That devilish grin whenever he won. His bruised and calloused knuckles from all the fighting and his low deep voice when he threatened people
  • People were afraid of him, because he was so young and so cunning. Not very good with words but excellent at manipulating people’s emotions and using their weaknesses against them. He was intelligent, always guessing the troubles of others and using them as his weapon
  • He was pretty good with the gun too, always keeping one in his pockets, just in case. He had grown used to betrayal, not receiving much love as a child. As someone so quiet, no one was willing to adopt him from the orphanage. They saw him as rude and difficult. Jumping from one foster home to another, he decided nothing was constant in his miserable life. Except these boys and…you
  • A girl he met at a foster home. He only stayed six months but during those six months, he grew fond of you. You both clicked instantly as friends. Your charisma and energy contrasted so well with his patience and tranquillity. He wasn’t much of a talker but with you around, he didn’t need to do any talking. You both played together, went to school together. He smiled for the first time when he was with you on the school swings. And then laughed too, as you fell over. Deliberately of course. He assumed that laughing was taboo, that he couldn’t express himself in that way. He looked at you, and stopped but you told him it was okay. His laugh was beautiful. He had wanted to kiss you then and now that he’s older, he still does
  • He maintained a stealthy contact with you, careful that the boys don’t find out about you. The clan had a strict rule about relationships. They didn’t have time for girls (or boys). They were busy carrying out corrupt activities. But he couldn’t let go of you. Probably the only girl he ever loved
  • He hadn’t seen you in ten years, knowing that you shouldn’t see him now. He was so different. He was sure that his sinister actions would’ve had some effect on his appearance, that he didn’t want to see you
  • But one day he did. You were at the coffee shop, hurrying to get your coffee when you bumped into someone. That someone being entirely dressed in black. Pink hair peaked out from under his hood. When bowed and apologised, you recognised the voice. He looked at you from under the hood. “Taeyong?” You asked, smiling. His eyes widened at you, wanting to hide
  • You couldn’t help but stare at the beauty that sat in front of you. He looked everywhere but at you. His hair were a bright shade of pink and eyes wild. You only smiled at him, realising how much he’s grown up. From a shy, cute kid to a much more shy handsome adult. “How are you?” You asked, remembering that he didn’t talk much. He was awkward, trying to hide himself from you. He saw how much you had changed. You were such a beautiful young woman, hair much longer and face so much more mature. He had expected you to look different but you just sitting there snatched his breath away from him. He could still see the innocent face of the 11 year old and the same sweet smile and radiant eyes
  • You told Taeyong about yourself, your university. Upon asking him, he just gave you a vague answer. You stopped talking then. “I think I should leave,” you said standing up. He didn’t reply but just stared after you. As he saw you leave, he felt bad. He should’ve treated you with the same excitement as you treated him
  • So he called you the next day, asking you to star gaze with him. Typical Taeyong, choosing such a serene place to hang out. You met him on a hill that overlooked the city. He sat down next to you, looking so ethereal in the moonlight and the radiance rendered by the far off city lights
  • “You know, I prefer the city lights compared to the stars,” you said. He looked at you, confused. That night he kissed you. He wanted to so he leaned in and pressed his lips on yours. He had never felt so alive then, holding you in his arms the way he had always wanted to
  • He kept it all hidden from the boys and always sneaked out to meet you. He often came home bruised but you never questioned him. He got annoyed fairly easily ever since he was a kid
  • But one day the curiosity got the best of you when you saw his knuckles. “Taeyong,” you said, sitting close to him. He put a hand on your waist and pulled you closer. He was extra needy today, burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent. “I always wanted to ask you…what do you do? Why are you always injured? Why do you always cancel plans last minute?” He rested his head on your shoulder. Your heart beat was rapid, ready for him to burst or shout but he just lay on your shoulder, silent
  • “If I tell you, you’ll hate me and you’ll leave.” You held his hand and sighed
  • “I will never leave,” you said. He kissed your neck and pulled away
  • “I’m in a mafia. I do all sorts of bad things. I’m a bad person Y/N. I’ve killed, I smoke, I’ve smuggled stuff. I don’t deserve you Y/N” You leaned in and kissed him. His eyes were wet. “I had a hunch that you were up to no good,” you smiled at him. You couldn’t let him go. He was the only person who really understood you. “I love you,” you said. You laid him down on the couch. Sometimes words aren’t enough to express your love. Your kisses trailed down from his lips to your jawline and down to his neck. You both had had sex before but this was different. This time you were making love to him. You straddled him and caressed him, making him feel all sorts of things for you. The room was dimly lit by the lamp as you rode him, gently. His words, loving words, words of desperation were still fresh in your mind when you woke up the next morning
  • He finally told the clan that you were his girlfriend. They had some objections since love makes people weak. But they knew that all Taeyong needed was love. He was too hard on himself and needed someone to care for him
  • Taeyong smoked, drank, did everything bad. But you kept him sane, you gave him a reason to stay. You were really all he needed

I’m having twins feels, specifically twins as war veterans feels, and … well.

  • the first time Leia is shot, she almost faints. It’s not because she is weak or some bullshit, but because being shot really hurts, no matter what some veterans will tell you
  • years later, when she is shot while taking Coruscant, she won’t even notice until the fighting is done and Luke takes her to the med station
  • (because even if she didn’t notice, he felt it, just like she felt that cut over his eye the moment he got it)
  • the doctor tells her how brave and badass she is, for fighting on despite such a wound, but Leia just feels old, and weary
  • Luke never wanted to be a soldier
  • he wanted to be a hero, like in the stories, sure, because which child doesn’t want that? But a soldier? Trained to kill, to maim, to capture, to fight?
  • and yet, when someone asks him what he is, these days, soldier is the first answer that comes to his mind
  • they both wake up screaming more often than they care to think about
  • they share nightmares, too, of all the horrors they’ve lived through together and apart
  • some nights, they need physical reassurance that the other is alive, because they’re connection is not enough, and what if their sibling is gone?
  • (Han doesn’t mind. He loves both of them, and it’s honestly hardly the strangest coping method for PTSD he’s come across)
  • people call them heroes all the time
  • mostly, they’ve learned to deal with it, or to at least joke about it
  • but some days, it feels like a crushing blow, because all they see are all the people they couldn’t save, all those who died because they weren’t fast/clever/good enough
  • they have scars everywhere. The medicine of Rebellion is not as good as that of the Empire, given that they often had to scrape it together, and there are some scars they can’t even remember how they got them
  • they’ll never ever feel save without a loaded blaster at hand at least three exit routes in mind
  • no matter how old they get, police will always make them feel uncomfortable
  • they can never quite stop checking out the most wanted boards, even years after they and their friends were on them
  • panic attacks are a thing
  • but everyone expects them to be heroes, to be symbols, and so they always smile for the people
  • people forget that they were soldiers
  • they see the Queen of Alderaan, the revolutionary senator, and the Jedi Master, the wise old pacifist, and they forget that they’ve fought battles, that they’ve killed and injured and destroyed, and that they could do it again, if necessary
  • but Luke and Leia can’t forget. Ever.
insomniac!yuuri hcs

this is pretty random for this blog, but i’m bored so here:

  • i definitely hc yuuri as an insomniac
    • his anxiety is too much like mine for him not to be tbh
  • i know from experience that insomnia can be “contagious” to certain people
    • people like phichit, who are very sensitive to the emotional states of those around them and are very empathetic
    • especially when they live with an insomniac
    • so now phichit has insomnia, too, though not as bad as yuuri’s, and it doesn’t really phase him, probably because he likes taking naps during the day (a note for non-insomniacs: some insomniacs are really good at taking naps; others aren’t; for others, it varies from day to day)
    • he likes that it allows him to be there for his friend when yuuri is anxious and there’s nobody else awake for him to talk to
  • insomnia is not contagious for all people
    • so it never rubs off on viktor, who seems to be a pro at sleeping and doesn’t intuitively understand yuuri
  • when they first start sleeping together, viktor tries to ignore yuuri’s struggle and just sleep because he hopes it will help yuuri if he sets a good example
  • but he soon learns that just makes yuuri more anxious
    • because then yuuri’s afraid to move since he doesn’t want to wake his bf
  • so now viktor forces himself to stay up late with yuuri when he knows yuuri is anxious
    • he can tell because he knows there’s something going on that yuuri is worrying about, but also because he learns to read the patterns of yuuri’s body language even when viktor doesn’t understand what’s causing the anxiety
  • viktor happily stays up late even when he’s super exhausted for yuuri because he loves him that much
  • he never let’s on that he’s tired or losing sleep because of yuuri, because he knows that would just make him feel bad and stress more
  • at first he comes up with excuses for why he isn’t going to sleep as early as he used to (caffeine, eating too late at night, didn’t get enough exercise during the day and has too much energy, slept too much the night before or took a nap during the day, etc.), but eventually yuuri stops questioning it
  • then something unexpected happens
  • yuuri starts sleeping earlier— not early or at a normal time, but now he’s getting a solid 5.5 hours of sleep a night instead of 4
  • because he’s no longer scared of not being able to sleep (if you’re not an insomniac, you may not understand this, but trust me, it’s a thing.  insomnia is a very cyclical anxiety, which is part of what makes it so hard to get rid of.  it’s basically the fear of your anxiety attacking you as soon as you try to speak, which causes more anxiety)
  • so over time the two of them get more and more sleep
    • viktor is secretly very proud of himself for having helped yuuri
    • yuuri doesn’t realize how much thought viktor put into this, but he knows it’s thanks to viktor that he sleeps better, and it makes him love and trust him that much more, which leads to him reaching out and snuggling/cuddling with viktor more at night
    • which of course thrills viktor and is basically the best thank you he could ever receive
People People
Dave Matthews Band
People People

People People - Dave Matthews Band. Not played live since 1993. Teased once by Stefan on the 2012 tour.

Seven tumbling oceans surround
The ground that I built upon
Black and white and the rainbow five
Colors in my eyes
Seven tumbling oceans surround
The ground that I built upon
Black and white and the rainbow five
Colors in my eyes

People People
What are we doing in here
Oh, People
When are we done with this
People People
What are we doing in here
Oh, People
When are we done with this

When we fight over the ocean
When we fight over the sky, still why?
When we fight over our borders
Then we, our brothers and sisters remind
Tell me
Why is it so cold in here

Seven tumbling oceans surround
The ground that I built upon
Black and white and the rainbow five
Colors in my eyes
When we stand in our mothers arms no feeling of emptiness
When we stand in our mothers hands we can see this

When we fight over the oceans
When we fight over the sky, still why?
When we fight over our borders
Then we, our brothers and sisters we deny,
Tell me why do we do it
Why do we do it,
Oh, oh yeah

pixel commissions!!

hi idk if yallve seen my recent pixel art (it being the only digital art I can make at the moment without my drawing tablet), but ive decided to take pixel art commissions!!!

important: 

  • ill only be taking headshot/busts bc anatomy is way harder to do this way
  • please specify exactly what you want
  • the only payment method ill be taking is paypal

what i will draw:

  • ocs
  • fictional characters
  • real people
  • people with animal features
  • light gore/blood
  • light mech

what i wont draw:

  • furries (i dont hate furries im really bad at drawing them,,,,)
  • animals (^^^^)
  • shipping (this goes w it being harder to do w/o a drawing tablet)
  • heavy gore
  • heavy mech

main prices:

  • lineart only: 6 USD/ 5.36 EUR
  • flat colors: 8 USD/ 7.15 EUR
  • shaded: 10 USD/ 8.94 EUR
  • lineless: 12 USD/ 10.73 EUR

additional prices:

  • colored lines: +2 USD/ 1.79 EUR
  • flowers: +3 USD/ 2.68 EUR
  • wings: +3 USD/ 2.68 EUR

contact:

  • you can contact me by direct messaging me here on tumblr or on instagram or twitter (both are @/fantasybees)
  • you can email me at literalvantas@gmail.com (my email is separate from my paypal)

example of art:

thank you so much for reading!! even if you cant commission me please reblog this!!

i’m sick and my brain is basically porridge right now but i gotta vent about this y’all because i’m a tired old man

mpreg is transphobic

mpreg creates an unnecessary scenario in which cis men can somehow get pregnant - i say unnecessary because the world is already full of men who can get pregnant! i’m a man with a functioning uterus, i could get pregnant right now if i wanted to, you don’t need to come up with some magic potion that gives cis dudes vulvas

it’s also prioritizing cis men over trans men, in something that cis men literally cannot experience - also even in a fantasy universe with magic and aliens, it’s still problematic to prioritize cis men over trans men when it comes to male pregnancy so jot that down

there’s also the issue of most mpreg fanworks containing graphic smut - this fetishization of male pregnancy is just uncomfortable, and if the pregnant guy happens to be trans, his body is always fetishized too so like

fun fact: WE DON’T NEED MORE FETISHIZATION OF TRANS PEOPLE

people who write and produce mpreg content might not think that what they’re creating has anything to do with trans- and intersex people, but the reality is that we live in a world where trans- and intersex people are constantly being fetishized, already get shitty representation, are violently oppressed in many parts of the world, and are basically dehumanized - in this world, you cannot detach a concept such as mpreg from trans- and intersex people because we are the only masculine people who can actually experience male pregnancy

and we are vilified for even wanting to become pregnant! many places won’t give you hrt if you’re trans masculine and express even a hint of a wish to become pregnant at some point, and if we become pregnant we face transphobia from the medical system

so stop, just stop fetishizing us, stop fetishizing our bodies, stop applying our experiences to cis men

pregnant men are not your toys

Unfriendly fucking reminder that if you demonize

  • hypersexual people
  • people with low empathy

you fucking hate abuse survivors and autistics and you are not welcome on my blog!

Hypersexuality is a mental illness symptom that is common among sexual abuse survivors

And autistics commonly have problems with empathy, including- you guessed it!- low empathy.

If you think hypersexual people are automatically “gross” or that people with low empathy are monsters, congrats! You don’t fucking support survivors or autistics and you can fuck right off!

Confused?

Let me help you out.

Jews: People

Teh Gays: Still People

People of Color: What it says on the box

Trans People: Yep, People

Muslims: Verifiably People

Immigrants: Also People

Women: People since 1920-ish, in the US, local standards may vary

Reporters: People

Short People: People 

Everyday People: People

Soylent Green: People

Replicants: Arguably, People


Corporations: Not People

if you’ve ever said “even poor people can shower” to say “no one has an excuse for being dirty” I hate you because:
  • Disabled people exist–both physically disabled (who are unable to get into tubs that aren’t accessible and potentially unable to afford the installations of accessibility tools) and neurodivergent people who have executive dysfunction or other problems with showering. 
  • Homeless people
  • People who can’t pay their water bills and thus had their water shut off 
  • People in places that don’t have access to clean water (did everyone collectively fucking FORGET about Flint, MI? About how they have to buy bottled water to fill their tubs? About how FUCKING EXPENSIVE that can get?) 
  • Shaming people for their hygiene not being what you want it to be isn’t helping people’s hygiene. Provide ACTUAL tips–for those who can shower/”properly” clean themselves, and those who can’t. Otherwise, fuck off.  

u know what hurts? making a npd posi post and seeing tons of people on it like “this is the first positive npd post ive seen!” like that’s?? literally ridiculous?? we should create a bunch of npd positive posts ill start

  • people w npd are beautiful lovely people
  • people w npd deserve to be happy
  • people w npd deserve to have a constant source of attention
  • people w npd are valid
  • people w npd deserve love

small things that make me happy:

  • very old dogs
  • cats sitting in small boxes
  • masculine ppl who paint their nails
  • people with freckles
  • birds that hop
  • when lizards do the EHEHEHehehehe face
  • crabs
  • squishy thighs
  • bugs that are friendly
  • rocks that fit in your hand perfectly
  • happy old people
  • children who like showing things to people
  • people laughing in public

moonrose91  asked:

WHO TRIES TO RIDE THE BISON???? WHAT??? I just, this, what?

People Who Try To Ride The Bison, In My Experience:

  • People from east Asia, who are used to animal parks where you CAN pet the deer and suchlike, and are confused by the meaning of “park”
  • Drunk people
  • People from Dairy country who think Bison are Big Cows.  Taxonomically, they are correct.  In terms of likeliness-to-be-gored-to-death, they are horribly wrong.
  • Frat bros
  • Old people who remember when you could feed the bears at Yellowstone
  • people DETERMINED to get The Cutest Baby Photo, who seem determined to put their offspring on the bison
  • Basically, anyone with a skewed sense of risk or an overaggressive sense of entitlement, which are the two most common reasons people do stupid shit in the first place.
Bold it - personality tag😛

I was tagged by @slight-trash💛 thank you so much!

Bold the statements that are true for you!

APPEARANCE:

I am 5′7″ or taller (I’m 5′1″)
I wear glasses
I have at least one tattoo
I have at least one piercing
I have blonde hair
I have brown eyes
I have short hair
My abs are at least somewhat defined
I have had braces
There is something i would change about the way I look

PERSONALITY:

My Hogwarts house is: Gryffindor Hufflepuff Ravenclaw Slytherin
I am an introvert
I like meeting new people
People tell me that I’m funny
Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me
I enjoy physical challenges
I enjoy mental challenges
I’m playfully rude with people I know well
I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it
There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well
I can play an instrument
I can do over 30 pushups without stopping
I’m a fast runner
I can draw well
I have a good memory 
I’m good at doing math in my head
I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute
I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling
I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch
I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports
I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else
I’m in a orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else
I have learned a new song in the past week
I work out at least once a week
I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months
I have drawn something in the past month
I enjoy writing
Fandoms are my #1 passion (bOi)
I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss
I have had alcohol
I have scored the winning goal in a sports game
I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting
I have been at an overnight event
I have been in a taxi
I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year
I have beaten a video game in one day
I have visited another country
I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIP:

I’m in a relationship
I have a celebrity crush
I have a crush on someone I know
I have been in at least 3 relationships
I have never been in a relationship
I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them
I get crushes easily
I have had a crush on someone for over a year
I have been in a relationship for at least a year
I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”
I live close to my school
My parents are still together
I have at least one sibling
I live in the United States
There is snow right now where I live
I have hung out with a friend outside of school in the past month
I have a smartphone
I have at least 15 CDs
I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have breakdanced
I know a person named Jamie
I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce
I have dyed my hair
I’m listening to one song on repeat right now
I have punched someone in the past week
I know someone who has gone to jail
I have broken a bone
I have eaten a waffle today
I know what I want to do with my life
I speak at least 2 languages fluently
I have made a new friend in the past year

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