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tittyinfinity · 1 month
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I was hanging out at the karaoke bar, chatting with a beautiful woman, and we were really hitting it off. I threw a couple of flirtatious comments her way. She giggled nervously, but abruptly stopped and looked at the floor.
She told me that she was too nervous to hit on people because she's trans and worries that people will view her as a predator and that she might get hurt.
My heart sank. I let her know that she could hit on me in whatever way she wanted and I would LOVE it. We spent the rest of the night hanging out and flirting. We ended up making out. It was great.
But I can't stop thinking about how that wasn't the first time a trans woman has said that to me. About how unsafe it is for some women that they feel the need to give out fucking disclaimers to have normal interactions with people.
We have GOT to make the world a safer place for trans women. It pisses me off that there are men at the bar who are openly predatory towards me without fear of consequence, yet a trans woman is too scared to even fucking call me pretty. And that's because she IS more likely to face worse consequences for lesser things! Like what the fuck!
You need to always check on your internalized biases. Being queer yourself doesn't absolve you of transmisogynistic thoughts and behaviors. Being bi/pansexual doesn't mean you don't hold those biases either! If you feel differently about a trans woman hitting on you than you feel about a cis woman or a man hitting on you, you need to evaluate that.
Trans women, I love you so fucking much. You should be able to express attraction and love as freely as everyone else. I hope you can always feel safe around me. And I'll never stop fighting until you can feel safe period.
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srapsodia · 3 months
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Maaaaan, that was close...
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phantomrose96 · 8 months
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Im usually much too shy to send asks but you gotta be the change you want to see, and i agree that asks need to stay so: would you rather right 1 horse sized rat, or 100 rat sized horses?
ah yikes... so my knee jerk reaction is "the 100 rat-sized horses, certainly, as those can be picked off one at a time." however the risk of my conscience catching up to me by the 30th or 40th horse is too great. how much death could I inflict upon these rat-sized horses before I vow to see death no more? even if pure survival instinct drives me through all 100, what of the aftermath? surrounded by the carnage of 100 tiny horses with only my own wet breath among 100 still chests? inconceivable. war is hell.
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dedusmuln · 5 months
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yeah you support trans people but are you normal about trans men who choose to get pregnant
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ruporas · 1 year
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kiss the pain away
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paradoxbeta · 3 months
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so there was a little significant harassment
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minthy · 7 months
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Skelebros, woo
(a irl convo w me and my younger sibling actually)
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hawberries · 24 days
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aventurine tops, because:
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leverage-ot3 · 5 months
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I’ve talked about this before but imagine what it’s like for someone in a country/place where eliot is Top Most Wanted and then your tech guy finds a breakout star baseball player on their visual scanner that looks EXACTLY like spencer. but…there’s no way that’s him, right???
and then the next year it happens again but this time it’s some one hit wonder country singer kenneth crane that has like 78 tween-run fangirl blogs dedicated to him. you see a grainy video of him being chased by a horde of screaming teenage girls and ??? no way Eliot Last Thing You’ll Ever See Spencer is a country singer star just. signing pictures of his face right…?
a few months later your intern shows you footage of an eliot lookalike who is in san lorenzo talking about how there is dog fighting in the presidential palace and you just. sigh. because of course. a scant few days later the political geography of the country changes drastically and damien moreau is imprisoned. …interesting
and then a year of silence goes by. he still shows up as blips on the radar but he must have a good hacker working for him because his tracks on the internet are expertly erased.
every time you ask through interagency channels some random interpol guy talks in (condescending?) riddles at you and it also somehow feels like he’s threatening you
and then your friend who recently got into foreign hockey teams sends you a dropyourgloves video of someone called jacques the bear. you immediately get a headache (and watch some more videos because even you can admit this guy is a good hockey player)
and you know he’s a Bad Guy but it’s been admittedly a bit entertaining seeing what claim to fame he will come upon next. and his most recent actions over the few years make you wonder.
a few months later your phone pings because multiple heads of state evacuated from DC. the reason? eliot spencer was in town. you hear two days later a bioterrorist was taken down by… the report was redacted. your hacker tells you spencer and two teammates were behind the successful operation. which, huh.
not even a full year later it is released that spencer is dead and… you don’t know how to feel.
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marc--chilton · 1 month
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house having a reputation for being soooo unserious that all of his passes at wilson are brushed off when in reality he would let wilson fuck him in his fishbowl if wilson would let him
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ANOTHER COMIC THAT I DREW AND @carpisuns /@marimbles and @anna-scribbles DEFINITELY HAD NO PART IN!!!1!1!!!!1!!!¡!!!!¡!!
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pettydollie · 4 months
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”why me?”
matt asks one random night as you sit in his bed while he strokes your hair. your back is leaned against his chest, so neither of your faces is visible.
you furrow your eyebrows. “what do you mean?” you ask, fiddling with a necklace he bought you. he shrugged like it was obvious.
“why did you choose me instead of.. i don’t know, chris?” he hesitantly asks. in this moment, he was relieved that you couldn’t see his face.
you grin slightly and grab his free hand to intertwine your fingers with his. “because i like you, not him, silly.” he nods slowly at this, but that wasn’t the answer he was looking for.
“well i know that, i just mean, what do you like about me that chris doesn’t have?”
you finally quirk your head to look up at him. you stare at him for a few moments before giving him a small kiss. when you pull back, you sigh. “do you really want to know?”
he chuckles and nods. “yeah.”
you scramble to the other side of the bed where your phone is. you snatch it up and unlock it. “i have a list.” you told him, trying to find it piled up in your notes app.
“you have a list?” he giggles. of course you would have a list. you nod your head and smile once you finally found it.
“here we gooo. now get comfy, there’s 134 points.”
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saturnisfallingdown · 11 months
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defending SING is so basic. talk to me when you're ready to take a bullet for the 3rd conventional weapons track AMBULANCE
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lonicera-edulis · 5 months
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A month ago I had a brief moment in dream where I was Bofur. Who forgot to put trousers on for some reason and made some joke which I didn't memorize sadly.
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flightlessbirdboy · 20 days
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t00thpasteface · 1 month
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absolutely miserable experience that Some Fucking Guy would set up shop yelling at students here on campus with one of those big signs listing all the people that are going to hell, like homosexuals and "darwinists" and "dirty dancers". completely humiliating that he would point at students and scream wild assumptions about their orientation, their std status, the appearance of their genitalia, etc. BUT. it's incredibly heartwarming that it only took one or two outbursts for a HUGE crowd of students to gather around in solidarity with each other, laugh at him, play music over him, and wave a huge pride flag AND a jolly roger flag over his head while several women started making out with each other. and as i was walking away to get a bite to eat with my friends, we passed by even more people asking us "is that asshole still out there yammering? i wanna give him a piece of my mind!" THAT'S what it's all about. no matter how much hate and anger there is in this world, there's always going to be kind, warm, helpful people who outnumber it, and who may just need a little encouragement to plant their feet and reach out to each other in the face of the blistering hatred.
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