Juicy Buns

five finger death punch

is there a music artist you like that’s considered problematic to like?

*realizes you’re describing her and goes into gay panic*.

@the-adhd-sorcerer

that guy who was really focused on being considerate at all times is now a puppygirl who will bark for anyone if they ask her to.

if anyone tries to assert dominance over me that isn't my partner... their teeth will cease being in their mouth

Do you hate being told and/or even assertively suggested what to do?

^w^ I’m happy to be Your good girl

Who’s a good girl?

@puppygirlrosie

I’m going to hell regardless the friends going to heaven is just a bonus

Would you go to hell so your friends could go to heaven?

Shower thoughts with Rosie.

Trans woman titties aren’t nice, it’s the happiness of the person they’re attached to that’s nice.

You don’t pay for internet, you pay for a connection to the internet, the internet exists regardless of your cash flow.

Artists don’t give meaning to their work, the audience does.

You don’t own anything physical, you’re just borrowing it.

You do own your memories, as these go to the grave with you.

Despite being as insignificant as you are to the majority, you will always have people who value your existence over others.

As much as we may try to resist temptation, we will always “bite the apple”, fame = money = power = corruption.

Nothing can remove your existence as you’ve already existed, and therefore always will.

Nobody has the right to tell you who you are, not even you.

All things come to an end, good or bad.

The meaning of life isn’t written anywhere, as it’s up for interpretation.

Life isn’t a journey or a game or even a song, it’s about finding out who you are before the clock stops ticking.

Nothing is perfect, not even you.

Nobody is broken as nobody can be fixed.

nobody is more or less important than you, even if society says otherwise.

And last but not least: nobody has the right to live, but nobody has the right to kill either.

I don’t claim anything here as mine but I haven’t had any inspiration either. <3

If they refuse to respect you for who you are they aren’t friends, if they want to keep you in their life they will put aside the “it sounds weird” stuff and learn your new name and your new pronouns and stuff.

I personally have a 3 strike rule, deadname me once I just correct you and move on, twice I correct you and give you the stare, three times and I either throw you out or leave myself and refuse to speak with you till you learn.

If you’re too concerned about how inconvenient it is to learn my name and pronouns you’re not someone I want to be friends with.

It didn’t used to bother me much.

The name thing, I mean. I figured, you know… people need time. Time to adjust, time to relearn, time to forget and relearn again. I gave them that time—generously, patiently. But now I’m at that point where if someone deadnames me, I will correct them. Every time. Again. And again. And again.

Like Tuesday. I was playing Magic with some friends. One of the guys at the table—I’ve known him for years—he’s not mean or malicious, just… a bit slow on the uptake. Not exactly tuned into social cues, bless him. But gods, I’ve never been so close to flipping the table over a name.

Everyone else at the table called me Terra. Naturally. Because that’s my name. But he kept deadnaming me—over and over.

“Hey Deadname, your turn.”

“It’s Terra.”

“Hey Deadname, don’t forget your extra card.”

“It’s Terra.”

Repeat until madness.

By the end of the night, I was massaging my temples, staring up at the ceiling like the answer to why I bothered was written in the damn fluorescent lights. He finally noticed I was upset—and instead of realizing why, he thought it was because he kept killing my commander.

No. No, sweetie. My frustration wasn’t game-based, it was existential.

I finally just… snapped a little. Told him flat-out, “My name is Terra. You’ve been calling me my deadname all night. I’ve been correcting you all night.”

And he blinked at me, confused, and said, “Sorry. I forgot.”

I slumped back. Like, girl, really? You forgot?

My other two friends leaned in from opposite ends of the table, bless their sassy little souls, and said, “Dude… we’ve been calling her Terra this whole night.”

And he just shrugged. Said he didn’t get it, but he just wanted to play Magic.

And I guess that’s what stings, doesn’t it? That I’m not important enough in his head to remember. That I’m background noise. A name that just doesn’t click, because his desire to play cards outweighs my need to be seen.

But I will keep correcting people. I will keep saying “It’s Terra.” Because every time I do, I take my name back. I remind myself—and everyone else—that I exist. That I matter. That I’m not going to fade just because someone forgets to look closely enough.

So yeah. It sucks. It drains you. But we don’t owe anyone our silence. Especially not when we’ve fought so hard to finally hear our name and feel right.

no... but if i'm gonna have it anywhere it's gonna be finland

Do you have dual citizenship anywhere?

otay *kisses incessantly*

In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

EDIT: Well this got a lot of attention! I got a few users asking to print or repost my art and I am unimaginably grateful to everyone's interest, especially since it's a really simple drawing I made on a whim haha! Anyone who is looking to print these out to hang or hand out or repost on another platform is free to do so, although I ask you to credit me and let people know it's from my Tumblr profile! If anyone wishes to do anything else with my art or post and wants to clarify what I consent to then they can message me privately and I'll explain! <333 all my love to my queer siblings

EDIT: I made an LGBTQIA+ version with a focus on trans and intersex folks, it's on my pinned if you prefer this version of the acronym.