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lonelyslutavatar · 2 months
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Listening to it rn and....... Fuck. I like Alice already.
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thehermitfag · 2 years
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no one:
someone listening to tma: yeah, idk i'm just really into eyes right now
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dietpaunchburger · 11 months
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Started watching this show and fell in love with Mae Martin pretty much instantly ❤️‍🩹❤️
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shititsarobyn · 6 months
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Eat up tma sluts (I’m kidding if you genuinely like my art thanks babes love u mwah) but yeah anyways we’ve got : the Martin Blackwood himself (I kinda wanna redraw him bc I’m not too happy with how it turned out but we’ve got a lot of characters to still get thru), the worst milf to ever milf Mary keay (whilst she was not eldrichly tatted and bald) and last of all Maxwell Reiner whom looks so very tired.
This might be the last set for a while but I will draw every tma character if it’s the last thing I do
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hellenic-whore · 4 months
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As someone who is genderfluidly in the gay mlm/nblm community,behold my thoughts
I'll try to ID this sometime,if idon't sorry
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Let's just say the Magnus archive has done wonders for my self esteem.
I know it's hypocritical coming from the one that only draws skinny/buff guys (I'm working on that)
But I really feel like we need more good fat rep though,please and thank you.
And the enby stuff about body image is a whole nother thing...
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frankencanon · 8 months
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Was anyone gonna tell me that the term "nibling" has actually been around since the goddamn 50s?!
Apparently it was first coined in freaking 1951 by a Mister Samuel E. Martin — everyone say, "Thank you, Martin."
I thought it was a new thing, only popped up in the last decade or so at most ... but now you're telling me that the term "nibling" is actually older than my dad?? Like, what????
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apetheticmartyrs · 8 months
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Tfw ur cartoonishly Kentuckian and Italian
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slicedblackolives · 2 years
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genuine question do you have a problem with non binary people
no i have a problem with lockheed martin employees
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i-get-no-sl33p · 1 year
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To be gay but t-shirts with
✨𝖼𝖺𝗉 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌✨
Specifically ones you've cut yourself
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enbyvogue · 2 years
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Martin Gregory at the Met Gala afterparties - Gilded Glamour
Yves Saint Laurent Suit / Leak NYC corset / Prada bowtie / Austin James Smith earring / Average citizen chains on trousers
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deeerlydeparted · 2 years
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I’m still not over it
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drag-tween · 1 year
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discovering-alyx · 8 months
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I'm not even that happy. It's just the absence of agony. -- Mae Martin post top surgery.
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katrafiy · 1 year
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Hiya tumblr! Let's have a talk about bioessentialist enbyphobia, transmisogyny, and how to make sure transfeminine people, enby or not, feel completely unsafe and unwelcome at your events. First take a look at this group description, and then lets get into it.
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First some context. Those of you who know me know about the kinds of clubs I go to. This screenshot was taken from a local event page, and I've blocked out their name because in the months since this event was hosted the group has updated their description to be more inclusive.
Seeing that description, I avoided going to events hosted by that group.
"But Kat, why? You're a woman and it says women are allowed!"
It also implicitly lumps all nonbinary people who were assigned male at birth with men and calls them males.
So why is this a problem for me? Well, if this group sees all AMAB nonbinary people as "male" then it says a lot of things about the ways the see trans women.
Many, and I would venture to assume most, trans women know well the feeling of our womanhood treated as conditional, subject to immediate revocation without warning.
Spaces that are "Women and AFAB exclusive" are often rife with this, and often lead to a lot of really gross and abusive power dynamics where transfems get treated as second class to anyone who was assigned female at birth.
(Side note: Gretchen Felker-Martin did, I believe, a masterful job of portraying this sort of dynamic in her book Manhunt)
If you are a trans woman in one of these spaces, you quickly learn that you are on the thinnest of ice.
Laugh a little too loud? You're male.
Sit or stand a little too close? You're threatening.
Smile at the wrong person? You're making other people uncomfortable.
Transfems, in these spaces, quickly learn that standing up for ourselves in the face of flagrant abuse is verboten, and will be met with swift and decisive punishment and exile.
I personally don't like the word "theyfab" and don't use it. I'm writing this thread to hopefully help people better understand the social dynamics that were being addressed when that term was coined.
It was coined because transfems are forced to navigate a community of things like "afab only" apartment rentals.
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It was coined because transfems constantly have to listen to other trans people implicitly describe us as disgusting, hideous freaks.
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In short and in closing: consider that the reason why the term "theyfab" exists and "theymab" really doesn't probably lies somewhere in the fact that the sort of person who would call someone a "theymab" doesn't need to, because they *already* just call AMAB trans people "male".
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luwritesomething · 1 year
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Chad Meeks-Martin x Reader: if it’s meant to be...
Warnings: Swearing (probably), alcohol, frat party, scream vi, there’s a female roommate of reader involved.
Tags: halloween party, cowboy!chad, cowboy!reader (reader is dressed as a cowboy/girl/enbie), love at first sight, flirting.
Reader pronouns: Non stated (reader is dressed as a cowboy/girl/enbie).
Word count: 1033
Summary: Reader is at the halloween party, and Chad sees them (and instantly falls in love).
Author’s note: CHAAAAAD <3 there’s not enough appreciation for this man, or maybe there is but i haven’t seen a lot. also chad cowboy brain rot. also this is spoiler free if we ignore the cowboy!chad and halloween party setting :)
criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, mickey altieri, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko, laura crane
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The music was loud, the house stank like alcohol and sweat and your head was buzzing a little bit as you made your way through the immovable people standing on your way to the kitchen. You had lost sight of your roommate since the moment you two had come in through the door. College parties, especially frat parties, were painted way more glamorous than what they really were, but it wasn't like you were having a bad time.
You hadn’t had a single drop of alcohol in the whole night, a good decision considering how overwhelmed you were now, but you also weren’t paying attention. Your absolute lack of interest was the reason why you didn’t notice the way you instantly caught the eye of a certain cowboy while you were on your way to the kitchen. With a smile to his friend, Chad left Ethan on his own once he had come to the conclusion that he needed to talk to you and find out who you were.
He spotted you instantly once he came into the kitchen — it wasn’t too difficult, considering that by now the people were too wasted to drag their asses into the kitchen for more alcohol. Apart from you, sitting in the counter with an empty but cold can of coke against your forehead, two sheepish frat guys were there as well, laying on the floor and blabbering about things Chad couldn’t care less about. When your beautiful eyes landed on him, he felt his heartbeat quicken, like a middle school boy.
“Hey.” Chad said, smiling brightly, and to play it cool he started making himself a drink with the half empty vodka bottles in the center table.
You eyed him up and down, a little smile slipping into your lips. “Howdy, stranger.” You finally said, tilting your head while grabbing your own cowboy hat. It was a simple and basic costume, but it was cute and certainly made you look good. 
Chad’s smile grew wider. “Cool costume.”
A little chuckle came out of your mouth, making you look down as you started dandling your feet, with your hands kept safe under your thighs, the can long forgotten by your side. You didn’t give an answer, but the silence — stained by the noise and music outside — was comfortable enough for Chad to keep going. 
“You want a drink?” He asked, his hand already holding his cup, and lightly gesturing towards the vodka.
“So soon?” You teased, more because you weren’t about to let him be the only charming one than because of you not liking him — you did. He was cute, and looked really nice and even funny. “You don’t even know my favorite color.”
His smile was so genuine, so nice. “Do I need to know it to get you a drink?”
“Or at least my zodiac sign.” You said while tilting your head, so the hat wouldn’t cover your view of him.Then, you added rather gloomy, “What if I were a scorpio?”
“I like scorpios.” Chad answered quickly, then took a sip of his drink. His face started to hurt from smiling.
“What if I weren’t a scorpio?” 
Chad couldn’t help but chuckle at your speed. “I’d like that too.”
You laughed with him, genuinely enjoying that flirting with him. He really did seem like a sweet guy, so after joining your hands on your lap, you said, “Great. Then you can get me a drink.”
“So soon?” He said, eyebrows lifting as he mimicked you. You bursted out laughing, the sweetest sound he had ever heard. “You don’t even know my name.”
You tilted your head again, to the other side, and held back the little smile blossoming on your lips. “You look like you have a cool name.”
“I do?”
“Yeah, like Rex or Max. Something like that.”
Chad raised an eyebrow. “Those are dog names.”
“Then what’s your name?” You asked with a little laugh.
“Chad.”
“Chad.” You repeated softly, and he found himself adoring the way you said it — God, was he down bad, and with no explanation other than your charm. You smiled. “It first you.”
He came a little bit closer to you, leaning against the counter but letting you space to breathe, move, be comfortable. You appreciated that. “You’re not telling me yours?”
Before you could even answer, your name was called out from the hallways, prompting you to jump down from the counter and take a few steps to the door. You eased up when you saw your roommate walking your way with a dumb, loving smile in her face that gave away her intoxicated state instantly. 
When she came in, she wrapped her arm around your shoulders and hugged you loosely, and Chad feared you were already taken — had he misinterpreted your kindness for flirting? He hoped not.
Your friend looked up and her eyes widened slightly when he saw Chad there, shirtless, and looking at you two rather cautiously. “Oh.” She said with a sweet smile, waving her hand slightly. “Hi.”
Before Chad could do more than smile at her, you squeezed the hand around your shoulders. “You’re drunk. We’re going home, uhm?”
“Alright.” Your roommate muttered rather hesitantly, but still smiling.
Still keeping her arm around your shoulders, you turned to Chad with an apologetic smile. “Sorry. You’ll buy me that drink another time, Chad. I have to take my friend here home.”
“Of course.” Chad smiled, because you were promising to see him again. You also weren’t a couple. “Do you need someone to walk you guys?”
“Oh, it’s alright.” You assured, your smile growing wider because of his sweetness. “We don’t live far. See ya.”
“Wait, wait!” Chad moved closer to you as soon as you started moving towards the door, making you raise an eyebrow. “Give me your number?”  He tried that flirty smile on.
You chuckled slightly. “If it’s meant to be we’ll meet again, don’t ya think?”
Rushing your friend out of the kitchen, you two disappeared in the crowd of people and Chad stood there, dumbfounded, hand around his drink and with the silliest smile on his face. He really fucking hope it was meant to be.
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lonelyslutavatar · 9 days
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Martin 🤝 Alice
Season 1 enbies pining
It's the pining that makes me so mad and jealous of Sam and Jon. These fucking bastards.....
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