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uselesssubstrate · 7 months
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Aww you didn't think I forgot about tgirl tummy tuesday did you?
Feelin' the new bra I got too
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wishingstarinajar · 8 months
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First Impressions comic, page 03 ← previous |*| next →
Go forth and explore, my skeleson~
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luvring · 4 months
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geto would absolutely peel the orange for you and he'd cut your mango into cubes and slice an apple if you asked! "he's a murderer he'd call you a non-sorcerer monkey and kill you" you will never know love or happiness with the blindfold of hatred you hold to your eyes! hidden inventory is right there you fool with no kindness or wonder in your heart! out of spite i'll even say he'd make a whole fruit tray!! move!!!
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pickled-flowers · 18 days
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I want to write a story about a grandma who realizes he is a trans man in his late 60's
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wifiwuxians · 6 months
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Is the requests thing still going??? Can I have some Coldhands Cuddles?? It’s been a long week I really wanna see my babies enjoying some domestic bliss under a fluffy and warm blanket. Both Wen Ning and Zhuzhi Lang have earned it.
It’s cool tho if requests are over though don’t feel obligated or anything!!!!
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shitpostingperidot · 7 months
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imagine if tony stark kissed steve rogers on the cheek in captain america the winter soldier (2014). tony only appeared for less than a minute, and spent that entire minute holding steve’s hand and calling him pet names and making Significant Eye Contact.
and in this alternate reality catws, steve and bucky only interacted in the most tender and heartbreaking flashbacks known to man, never in the present, never touching even in the past, but always yearning. but you know what, we all thought bucky was 100% dead, died offscreen sometime after the first cap movie, with the possibility of resurrection off the table. we never thought we’d see him again at all after that.
a couple years after catfa, bucky made a surprise cameo in some other avengers movie, let’s say, thor the dark world. but oh no, in that movie he promptly died from being crushed to death by a giant statue sculpted to look like tim curry. not that the statue obviously looked like tim curry, but it was like, a subtle easter egg put there to piss off the gays.
so honestly, in this version of catws (2014), we’re just glad we get a tiny smidgen of emotional closure from the first cap movie, and we’re thrilled that sebastian stan got to come back to our screens. is it what stuckies wanted, no, but it’s not nothing. hell, we got some stony! we got steve constructing the intricate rituals! given marvel’s well established track record, it’s more than we could have ever wanted for captain america: the winter soldier (2014) and we get up to exit the theater with huge smiles on our faces.
but then! in the post credit scene, there’s a bucky. not Our bucky, but one who’s alive and well and seemingly happy wherever he is. a bucky who’s one of the most powerful people in his universe, a bucky who’s collected his universe’s infinity stones. a bucky who’s one of the only people who can make a portal across realities to get back to Our steve. and apparently this bucky is friends with sue storm.
imagine this, really think about it, and you will understand why I am going insane over The Marvels (2023), and especially Maria Rambeau, right now.
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vaspider · 6 months
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I am really angry at my brain bc I was just walking up the stairs to bed and my brain said:
"You are a man in exactly the same way that Roger Rabbit can take off handcuffs."
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arakkne · 23 days
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Thinking about how the trans movement pushed society closer to gender abolition than ever before in recent history simply due to increased visibility and acceptance of gender nonconformity... butttt TRAs missed the memo and decided to try and abolish the concept of sex, instead. :/ So close yet so far.
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Right, we're actually doing this.
I'm super nervous posting something like this, but with the encouragement of friends I feel ready to share with y'all the first chapter of this Franklydear mpreg fluff-fic I've been writing! Might post more chapters if reception to this one turns out to be good, but for now, have this!
~Little Flame, Chapter 1~
It began on a day like any other. That's when Frank first began to notice it anyway. He woke slowly, morning light streaming in from a crack in the blinds directly into his face. Combined with the strange coiling pain inside their gut, it made being awake on this particular morning rather unpleasant. Sensing his lover's stirring, Eddie tried to pull them close, but the same awful pain made Frank pull away.
Of course, that definitely woke the man up. Frank was never one to refuse the morning cuddles of his husband, in fact he cherished them more than anything else. "You feeling alright love?" Eddie asked, the rumble of sleep mixed with gentle and loving concern in his voice.
"Mm, s-sorry dear, " Frank said, sitting up and gently rubbing the sore spot in his stomach. "I feel a little nauseous right now. Don't know why."
"Nauseous?" Eddie was wide awake now, sitting up himself and looking worriedly at his partner. "Was it something you ate maybe? I hope my cooking's not that bad." The last line was added with a dry and awkward chuckle, clearly hoping to lighten the mood they'd woken up to a little bit.
"No! No, those were delicious," Frank assured him quickly, thinking back to the tacos his husband had made last night. Eddie really was an excellent cook, though the stress of his job often left him with little energy for such things. It was a treat to be enjoyed whenever he did have time to cook. Unfortunately for Frank though, thinking about food at the moment was a bad idea.
With a surge and squeeze of their insides, Frank was sent leaping off the bed, rushing into the bathroom just in time to throw up in the sink. Staring weakly up at his reflection, a sorry sight met them- bleary eyed, hair still in tangles, mouth wet with drool and leftover puke. What did Eddie even find appealing about such a wreck? Why would anyone look at this and not want to vomit themselves?
The pain had begun to subside, fading into a dullish ache in his lower gut, but they still inexplicably felt like he wanted to cry. What was with them right now? Pushing the irrational feelings down for the moment, he turned just in time to see the sheepish face of Eddie poking through the bathroom door. "Now I know that ain't right," he said with genuine worry. "You're clearly sick Frankie, I really hope it wasn't me that caused it."
That got the floodgates open on Frank's emotions. How much he loved and was loved by this man! Such simple gestures of care might as well have been heroic acts in their mind right now, and he almost reached to embrace and kiss him. But then, remembering the taste of bile on his lips, they turned back to brush their teeth quickly, a toothbrush-munching smile thrown his way around the drying tears.
"If's pr'lly jus' flu," Frank said.
Eddie was clearly not yet convinced (and more than little bit confused by this point) but some more gentle reassurance convinced him to leave it be for the moment. It probably was just a case of the flu, it was the right season for it.
Once they'd finally shooed the man off on his work route with promises to rest and recover, Frank fell onto the living room couch, finally allowing himself to feel the full extent of the sudden pain. Their back was killing him since they'd woken up this morning, and the peristent throbbing pain of his guts had shifted into their womb. That part felt reassuringly familiar. Maybe it was caused in part by his period starting again. He was due for one soon.
Actually...they were overdue.
The thought struck him like an arrow to the chest. The nausea, the cramps, the weird mood swings...the missed period. Could he be...
Shaking slightly, Frank's hands raked through his messy morning hair, tangling it further as they held his head steady and fought the urge to throw up yet again.
You don't know that's the case, they chastised himself, It...it could be the flu, like you said. Or a hormone imbalance.
But what if he was pregnant? How would the two take care of children? Did Eddie even want them? Frank certainly wasn't opposed to the idea, but it had always been in the abstract, "one day" vibes, not it actually happening!
Slowly, they forced himself to breathe and calm their swirling mind. I need to think about this logically, he thought.
There was really only one way of knowing for sure, of course. He'd need to buy a test from Howdy's shop. But he couldn't do that. The mere idea was agony. Frank wasn't out to most of the neighbors, at least not in regards to his sex. Julie knew, of course, she'd been there since before their transition, helped get him their first dose of T and worked odd jobs to pay for his top surgery. And Eddie knew. He definitely knew all that by now. As far as the others were aware though, Frank might as well have been AMAB. It was none of their business anyway.
But now it seemed, one more would have to be made aware. If I'm not I can finally relax and be sick, Frank told himself, steeling themselves for the journey. And if I am...
What would they even do? How would they possibly take care of a child, the responsibilities, the stress? And before they even got to that, the idea of birthing one! The pain and stress and mess of it! That was-
"Meow."
Frank looked up suddenly from where they'd curled up on the couch, eyes still speckled with the anxious tears as they met the soft black face of Bacon, their cat. Behind her, brothers Egg and Cheese soon followed, seemingly drawn to comfort their nervous parent. Or maybe they just wanted him to feed them. Whatever the reason, he was grateful they were there. Anything to get their mind off things.
Gently patting and kissing each, Frank stumbled to their feet and wandered into the kitchen for food, both his own and the cats'. The trip to Howdy's would happen, it had to. But maybe not yet.
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orange-coloredsky · 5 months
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posts like this are so close. youre so close to getting it youre almost there just take one more step in the "maybe everything about being neurodivergent is normal" direction and get rid of the pathologization altogether. youre so close
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sherlock-is-ace · 2 months
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I just saw some transphobic asshole claim that trans men harass "real men" for being feminine.
And I was like sure cis men do get bullied if they behave in a way that's deemed feminine by idiots, but it's usually not trans men who think like that and do those things... We have to deal with shit like that all the time, we have it pretty clear that how you behave has nothing to do with your gender. Being "feminine" doesn't make you any less of a man, I think trans men will be the first to say that.
And then the post continued "and you force them to transition"... Then it dawned on me, they were talking about trans women, not cis men. That's when I realized I can't even put myself in a position to even begin to understand what transphobes mean when they talk, I'm so far away from that line of thought. And although yes, it sucks to come across transphobia, and it sucks there's people who think like this, I sort of feel happy that I'm so so different from these people. My heart will never know such putrid hate, and that makes me happy :')
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germanboyyippee · 1 day
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i need to stop listening to elliotly because i'm scared i'm going to find the most insane tma spoilers
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themarshmush · 27 days
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Made this cutie using @ryanyflags r/LGBallT-inspired Picrew!
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alexandergenesis · 9 months
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Drawing some of my mutuals' ocs and sonas because I wanted to but I couldn't find the template
@the-one-from-dres, @confusedhomestucktrash, @jampreserves, @iknaenmal, @ratemisia and @calware (I hope mentioning you all is alright)
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yael-art-den · 9 months
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I also finished Doran's (Sundown) designs a while back but never posted them either because they're not very clean; but now I've been thinking a lot about his lore and wanted to ramble a bit more!!! Info under the cut
Doran "Sundown" (or just Sundown as he is usually known) is an Ifrit, a race originally from the desert of Zer'Ja, in the New World. Born from a family of a wealthy merchant family, his life was pretty much already done for him. Even though he was never very social, he did have a good discipline for manual crafts and other forms of art, so as long as he was working on his family's business, he was guaranteed to be able to make a living out of it. His two older brothers were the ones who would inherit most of the business afterall, and they, along with their parents, were the face of the business, and most of his formative years were spent learning how to make money, learn the inner workings of how to take care of a business, and dealing with art pieces that fell into their possesion.
Still, he was never truly satisfied with that kind of life, which was never fully understood by his family, something that made him keep those feelings for himself even more. In his early-to-mid 20's he began to struggle with all of this, not being able to be fulfilled with his current life when he had all the reasons to be. He had a job, a good family, and enough money to live comfortably for the rest of his life if he wanted to, but he felt.. off with that. He longed for something else: making things with his own hands, living on his own, being left alone to do his own thing. Alone. On the wilds.
He buried that feeling (along with other.. gender-related ones) for years, until it reached a breaking point for him. He took everything he could carry that he considered to be useful, changed clothes, told NO ONE about it, and just...left. He didn't have a plan, just walk. He Will figure it out on the way where he was going.
Sundown spent almost five years traveling on his own. Had to learn how to hunt, how to make traps and fire, and how to survive on his own but it felt so??? Right??? Carving wood, hunting animals, making a shelter, it wasn't a "job" but It was definitely what he felt his life should be about.
He would end up setting on the most exterior part of Rey's kingdom (another OC Guy I'll talk about in the future), a frozen tundra mostly inhabited by Deathwalkers and Primordials, but a place he fit right in. Built a cabin, got a dog, and started trading with a nearby village.
Now, he just mostly lives on his own (with his dog), working on his land as a shepherd in the most literal cowboy sense, and carving wood in his free time. Good shit
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post-futurism · 2 months
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It is very disappointing to be connected to Australians on this website only to quickly discover they are terfs.
#terfs are so close to discovering that abolishing the gender binary is actually a good thing#this one i just blocked came up with the idea that in a future where there was no gender there would only be sex#and went on to 'support' their argument by saying there would be no pronouns only people with penis or vagina#like how do they not understand those are still pronouns lmao#terfs are so caught up with hating trans women and despairing over trans men that they have forgotten what a pronoun actually is#like this person didn't realise they were creating a binary again based on this fictional idea that there are only ppl with penis or vagina#that there is no inbetween or ability to change whether naturally or socially#and it's so funny because they'll think the binary sex is normalised by nature when it's not!!!!#God#insert that meme where it's a guy on a fashion show criticising someone calling s colour a fancy name#'in a world post gender there wd be no need for nb or trans p bc it wouldn't make sense there would only be two sexes'#shut up. you mean you want to trade one binary for another#you want to revert back to when we didn't fully understand the expansive breadth of being#and pretend that there are no intersex people or even a social contract#terfs are so blind imagine living in a world so restrictive#like abolishing any social binary in a way that recognises multitudes of being is the outcome that will benefit society#not abolishing the gender binary only to fall back on the sex binary#it's the same thing!!! it's the same thing!!!
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