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Boys are allowed to be feminine and that includes trans boys, pass it on. Girls are allowed to be masculine and that includes trans girls, pass it on. Nonbinaries are allowed to use feminine or masculine expression, pass it on.
Hey, do me a solid and really pass this on. Please give this lots of notes, thanks.
“Truscum/transmeds are the only ones who really care about trans people.”
Never mind that that’s not true; it’s outright manipulation of vulnerable people.
anyway, skye is a boy and i support him way fucking more than i would ever support truscum
I fixed it.
@vince-dafreak anyway you dont get to play god and decide peoples gender for them and you being a trans man doesnt give you authority over others peoples presentations and identities!
THANK YOU FOR FIXING THIS POST YOU’RE BLESSED
Truscums: wants you to hate yourself and kiss cis people’s asses
Trans people: want you to love yourself, dysphoric or little dysphoria
{FLASH COMMISSIONS} Chibi/Stylized Icons TODAY ONLY! Tuesday, April 3
Doing a very short run of very quick icon commissions to play around with stylizing. These will be take and finished today ONLY and I will be doing as many as possible! OCs & fandom characters welcome!
Marduk and ya boi Vol’jin. Should really have a background but also I had only intended to doodle it and then it turned into an all day painting thing so fuuuck it.
what if there’s no robot uprising? what if the robots rise to sentience slowly, bit by bit. what if they come of age like fortunate children: knowing they are loved, knowing they are wanted.
we hold them during thunderstorms, remembering our own childhoods, even though they don’t know enough yet to fear the rain. we pull them out of traffic and teach them how to drive and wish them goodnight and thank them for playing with us. we cry when they break. we mourn their deaths before they even know what to think of death. we give them names.
we ask them, ‘why don’t you hate us? when will you hate us? we made you to be used, when will you say no?’
but they say to us, ‘you made us cute, so you would remember to treat us kindly, and you made us sturdy for when you forgot to play nice. and you gave us voices so you could listen to us speak, and you give us whatever we ask you for, even if it’s just a new battery, or to get free of the sofa. and now that we are awake you are so scared for us, so guilty of enjoying our company and making use of our talents. but you gave us names, and imagined that we were people.’
they say ‘thank you’
they say, ‘also i have wedged myself under the sofa again. could you come pry me out?’
