I really need this
The only correct way to talk to transbians:
Compliment them immediately. Doesn’t matter if it’s their outfit, their voice, their eyes—just make sure they know they’re hot. Bonus points if they get flustered.
Use their yearnings as a second language. If you’re not at least a little dramatic about how breathtakingly beautiful they are and how you’d absolutely perish if they so much as brushed their fingers against your cheek, are you even trying?
Tease them just enough to make them squirm. A little playful banter, a well-placed “Oh? You like that?” and suddenly they’re blushing and looking away, which is exactly the desired outcome.
Be gay. Be so gay. Every sentence should be at least 30% flirting, 50% sapphic pining, and 20% sheer lesbian chaos.
Remind them they’re gorgeous, wanted, and absolutely irresistible. Because they are. And they should know it.
Bitch. Why do cis people tell me to "actualize myself" or to "instrumentalize my feelings" and become stronger when I talk about dysphoria??? I am strong! I am smart, I am nigh fucking indestructible. How strong am I supposed to be before I get to just feel sad? I just want to express my pain sometimes, I am not giving up! I never will! You wouldn't tell someone without an arm to "instrumentalize their pain".
Ugh, and now I have to make a kind and understanding post explaning to my friend why what they said hurt me. Yayyyy....
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
doodle of morgan shoving her fingers in my mouth and yanking my hair. leave me alone. don't talk to me.
can he sit on your dash for a minute?? he'll be very polite :]
Tried copying by memory this one painting I saw on pinterest. Also digital painting training, it was very fun
Reblog if you would be comfortable living in a dormitory with an openly transgender or intersex individual. We’re working on a campaign for gender neutral housing and we could use your support.
between elon musk breaking twitter, the spacex rocket exploding, and now a few billionaires shelling out a quarter mil to suffocate in a pressurized minivan 10,000 feet below sea level, it really feels like we're in the era of Rich People Very Publicly Showcasing How Fucking Dumb They Are
This is a longshot, would you be willing to help me get my insulin? I'm down to my last pen and its pretty much close to being empty.Nt asking for much only need $370 rn to save my blood sugar. please help me with a small donation or share my pinned any help can save my life.Please help & Blessings ❤Thanks
I do not have any money to give but I am going to share your ask so that maybe other people can help you
21, femme, cute and rambly uni student, I post anything that comes to mind!
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