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5. It’s hard to be offended when white people jokes involve bland food/tourist dads in socks and sandals/white girls in yoga pants obsessed with pumpkin spice/suburban PTA moms and other harmless and mostly true stereotypes while jokes about POC involve them being called thugs/criminals/slurs/uneducated/illegal immigrants.
6. They’re usually really fucking funny and don’t perpetuate stereotypes that will ever affect me economically, politically, or cause me any true harm, let alone create risks that “justify” my murder and/or death
Fleabag is one of my favorite TV shows. The second season is one of the best things I’ve ever seen. Phobe Waller Bridge wrote, produced and stared in the show. She is an icon!
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Once again, thank you everyone for reading, enjoying, and sharing this comic. Not just sharing in the sense of re-posting this comic, (which you should totally do) but also sharing your stories with me, letting my know how my comics have touched you. It means so much to me. Love ya!
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It gives me tremendous joy to see people still reading this comic, and especially when they get something out of it.
Over the years I have faced many ups and downs, just like everyone else. Sometimes it really gets to me how mean people can be to each other. How mean I can be to myself.
But for all the Level 1 Trans Fighters out there please know with acceptance, mindfulness, and self compassion I did in fact find my balance. Not a fast process. Basically a complete lifestyle change.
Sometimes I lose that balance, sure. But when I choose to present my authentic identity? I’m objectively drop dead gorgeous.
Here are a hand full of my looks. You’ll notice none of them are 100% masculine or feminine.
Peace be with you.
Thank you for reading.
Thank you for being you.
-J
always reblog! I love this comic, so very much. *offers all the kudos* Thank you for this, it continues to help a lot. You look amazing in those lipstick shades, by the way.
GANDALF: End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.
PIPPIN: What? Gandalf? See what?
GANDALF: White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.
Nancy Drew games that take place over the course of one day/night must be so wild. Like, imagine you’re Henry Bolet managing your dead guardian’s estate, and your friend’s girlfriend pops by for a visit. Then a few hours later she’s unearthed over two dozen glass eyes, cracked a sealed crypt open, and found a valuable treasure. Oh, and also your housekeeper stole from you, attempted to bury someone alive, and may have killed your great uncle.
Or you’re about to get married, but your fiancé has vanished and you’re a little worried—but you’re trying to be chill about it. Your maid of honor shows up in the evening, and before morning she’s found not only your fiancé but a secret underground lab and an old woman who’s flown around the property her whole life using a jetpack. A rocket launch was also involved.
Said maid of honor also printed out all your wedding invitations, arranged the seating chart for the reception, ensured everyone at the local pub is fully sober, and learned to play the bodhran.
if i ever misgender you or use slang (bro, man, gurl, dude) that makes you feel even slightly uncomfortable please tell me because your gender identity and comfort is more important than any word i may use to refer to you
HELLO @killer-queen-xo This is for the #locevent!!! I’m afraid i’m not as great as a writer as I used to be but I worked super hard on this so I really hope you enjoy it!
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings; Kisses, drunk dudes, cuteness?
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The bar was thumping with noise. You could barely hear over the sound of the music and the loud mumble of voices overlapping. You knew you were probably indulging in a few too many drinks, but hey! You only graduate from college once. And there was only one person you’d want to be here with. The stupid goof with auburn hair and brown eyes.
You’d met Joe your first year at USC. He was in your film studies class and the two of you immediately hit it off. He’d been there for you through every breakdown, success, and drunken laugh and you for him. And somewhere along the way, you’d fallen for him. I mean how could you not? He was funny, charming, sweet, and utterly clueless to your affections.
So, now you stared at him, next to you at the table, rambling on about some story that he’d told you a million times but you still couldn’t get enough of.
“… and then he realizes it’s me and he throws his hands up and shouts ‘JOEY!’” he exclaimed a big smiled on his face. You couldn’t help but giggle, the alcohol in your system loosening your lips. “And he introduced me to George, and it was so great!”
“Haha! I remember that test. I totally bombed it,” you concurred, sipping on your cocktail.
“Yeah…” He trailed off looking over your shoulder.
You turned and saw who he was talking about. It was that girl he’d been into for months. She was blonde and fit and beautiful. And she was super nice. So, there wasn’t a reason for you to dislike other than the fact that she had all of Joe’s romantic attention. But there was literally nothing you wouldn’t do for him, so you turned back towards him.
“You should go talk to her,” you encouraged him.
“No, no, no.”
“Yes! She’s super into you and you guys would be so great!”
“No! She’s way out of my league!” He looked down at you and a warmth filled your chest. He smiled and said. “I’d rather have someone like you.”
Warm feeling gone. You furrowed your eyebrows as you struggled to understand what you said.
“What?” you questioned.
Joe’s eyes widened and he scrambled to fix his mistake. “No! Like I mean, you’re not like my type!”
You felt your heart quiver and break as he talked. You got it. He wasn’t into you. Man, you had too much to drink tonight and the bar was too loud, and this was waaay to close to home. You frowned and started to push away from him.
“(Y/N)! Wait! I’m sorry! I—"
“No, I’m just going to go get another drink! Then I think I’m going to head home.”
Then you pushed your way through the crowd, trying to get to the bar, ignoring Joe’s pleas for you to stop behind you. You weren’t actually going to get another drink. You were tired and Joe’s words were getting to you. You knew he didn’t like you; you really did. But his words really made it real.
You wanted to be happy for him. He’d probably go ask out that girl and they’d start dating and get married and have beautiful amazing children. You made it to the bar and called down the bartender to close your tab. The bar was suddenly very hot, and you were beginning to feel claustrophobic. You pressed yourself against the bar trying to avoid getting pushed and prodded.
“You looking for another drink?” a voice from next to you said. You turned and frowned as you realized he was talking to you.
“I’m not interested,” you murmured, hoping you end the conversation.
“Oh, please, cute girl like you?” he laughed. “You wouldn’t be wearing that outfit if you weren’t looking for attention.”
You felt sick. You didn’t want him looking at you, much less touching you. You shifted away from him.
“Oh, um. Not really, I just like this outfit,” you replied, tugging at your shirt. His eyes glanced down at your cleavage and you cringed, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
“C’mon, just one drink. Then you can decide if you want more,” he insisted, moving closer to you.
You needed to get out of this situation. And fast. But you hadn’t finished your tab and even if you did it would still be hard to get through the crowd. So, you thought. And you thought fast.
“No, thank you. I’m just waiting for my boyfriend.” The words came out of your mouth faster than you could process what you actually said. The boy frowned, his eyes narrowing.
“Your boyfriend?”
“Uh, yeah! He just… he just went to the bathroom,” you continued quickly.
“Well, then I hope he doesn’t mind me keeping you company until he comes back.”
Fuck! This dude would not give you a break. You gave him a wiry smile as you handed the bartender your credit card, hoping that maybe, the guy would just disappear or maybe… just maybe… he’d take a hint and fuck off. But not likely.
“He should be back anytime now…” you told him, cursing your big fat mouth. No one was coming. You had abandoned the one person you could always count on to keep you safe. But you weren’t sure you’d even want to see him if he were here.
You were an idiot. A complete, stupid, moronic, incredibly slow idiot. Even if Joe liked that girl, he was still your best friend. He made you laugh when you wanted to cry. He held you in his arms when you were lonely. He wanted to make you happy. The guy smirked, seeing your obvious distress, and moved even closer.
“Well, maybe he’s wandered off… but no matter I can—”
“Babe?” You let out a sigh of relief as you recognized Joe’s voice behind you. “I was looking for you everywhere!” He gave you a bright smile before wrapping his arm around you. You leaned right into his arm, feeling the warmth he was giving you.
“Joe! You took so long, I was starting to get worried,” you said, turning to look up at him. You tried to muster all the thanks and love you had for him in your voice and eyes. “Let’s get out of here.”
He seemed to understand because he nodded before replying. “Sounds good.”
He sent a glare in the direction of your stalker before reaching down to grab your hand and pulling you out of the bar. It went by like a blur. Soon the heat and humidity of the bar turned into the dry, cool air of Los Angeles. Though normally, you found the stuff air of Los Angeles suffocating, right now, it was like a cool drink of water.
Then you realized you hadn’t let go of Joe’s hand. You looked down at the hand before looking up at Joe. He smiled sheepishly at you. Even that stupid shy smile made your stomach bubble. You let go of his hand, starting to put some space between you and him.
“Well, thanks… I think I’m going to head home…” you told him, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
“(Y/N), wait!” He reached out to stop you, but you held up your hands.
“No! Joe it’s really okay,” you began. “Go have fun. I’m totally fine. I’m sure you and her are going to have a great time tonight and have a great weekend. I’m fine, ya know. You’re going to be so happy with her and she’ll be so happy with you and I’ll be—”
Suddenly he surged forward and pressed his lips against yours. You gasped but quickly regained your thoughts and kissed him back. It was like a symphony was going off with a full choir of the hallelujah chorus singing with it. It was that one kiss you wish for but never get. Well, here you were, getting it right now. Outside a crummy bar, in the middle of LA. He pulled back slowly, letting a soft chuckle escape from his lips.
“You’re the only person I’d like to spend time with,” he admitted. “I’ve been trying to tell you all night… I just… seem to be really bad with words.” You stared at him, completely shocked as you mulled over his words.
“You’ve got this.” His bright smile was blinding as he rolled a little in front of you. Roller skating seemed like a good idea at the time, but then you realized you had no clue how to roller skate. “That’s it!” You rolled towards him, almost making it before tripping up and falling again. But you never made impact with the floor. You never even expected it. Because he was there, catching you in his arms and pulling you up. “You almost got it, let’s try it again.”
“I think this whole time, it’s been you,” he continued.
“Just one more page!” you cried, pulling the textbook back from him.
“No, no, no, you’re exhausted,” he corrected, tugging it away and shutting it with a defiant slam.
“Joooooe!”
“You’ve studied enough. You’re going to do amazing. And then we are going to get super drunk to celebrate?”
You held your pinky out to him. “Promise.
He smirked and hooked his pinky with yours. “Promise.”
“Everything has always been you, from the late nights, to the daydreams. All the failed dates.”
It was late when he trudged in the door. But his usually happy demeanor was clouded, and you could tell immediately. And you knew what that meant. So, you opened your arms and he was there. HE would cry, he would laugh and sometimes you would just sit there listening to each other breath.
“So… that did not go well.”
“And its lead me all to you…” he finished. “And I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner. Or that, you maybe don’t feel the same way--- Oh god. Did I just kiss you for no reason? I’m so sorry. This is such a mistake—”
Now it was your turn to shut him up. But this time you just laughed. You laughed and laughed until his words trailed off and a confused look came over his face.
“Joe… I have loved you since we were freshman.”
He let out a short breath of surprise, his smile returning to his face. Then he held out his pinky.
“Promise?”
You felt a smile also coming to your face. You hooked your pinky with his. “Promise.”
Then you pulled him towards you by his pinky and pressed your lips to his. Your movie magic ending, finally complete.
JK Rowling is being terf-y and awful on Twitter again, so I just want to remind everyone of a few things:
1. Death of the Author is a beautiful, beautiful thing. You can still love the world she created (I do), and can still draw hope and inspiration from it (I do), while acknowledging that she is acting terribly.
2. Trans rights are human rights. Trans HP friends: you matter, you are worthy, you are loved, you are wanted. I am your mom now. I am the Lord of Hogwarts now. Everyone gets free matching pajamas. Slumber party in the Great Hall, happy Pride month, I love you.
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