Yet another new study debunked the basis for the anti-trans sports bans. It was never about sports but for creating legal avenues for exclusion and abjection. This is one of the largest analyses ever conducted, involving 52 studies and 6,485 trans people. Read the study here.
tw: mental health issues and sexual assault mention.
hello.
so, posts like these are never easy to draft up or write and honestly i’m already mortified thinking about posting this.
recently, my life has taken a nosedive down and i’m making this post asking for help.
in december, my sister started displaying some mental health issues and while some of the symptoms weren’t anything i haven’t seen before (she’s dealt with major depressive episodes in the past), there were two days that spooked me to my core. she was curled up in the fetal position in the corner of her room, and didn’t recognize our family members. she thought we were strangers.
she was then put on a 5150 hold, and from then she voluntarily left to a group home. the diagnosis given was schizophrenia, and was given medication that to this day has given her neurological problems.
she has difficulty holding her phone, walking, talking and i can see she’s fighting with herself, desperate to just speak her mind.
unfortunately, at the group home- she was assaulted.
i would like to take a break and just breathe- because after reading all of that, and especially since it’s such a heavy subject; i know it can weigh heavy on someone’s heart and mind.
continuing on, i would like to offer some insight of my life- i’ve been adverse on doing so in the past, but i hope this won’t be taken advantage of.
i moved out when i was 16, and since then i haven’t relied on anyone financially. at 18 i was granted guardianship to my 3 siblings, and at that age i was responsible for a 16, 14, and 12 year old(s).
i’d like to say i’ve done a pretty good job at raising them. they’re my pride and joy but unfortunately i wasn’t born with a silver spoon… or any spoon for that matter lol.
right now, i know everyone is going through financial hardships but i am in need of help for my sisters physical and mental therapies.
i’ve exhausted my savings and while i would do so in a heartbeat over and over, i just need help.
if possible, i’ll leave my cashapp; i also have zelle but i can provide that with a dm for anything anyone would be able to spare.
once again, i know things are difficult- but if you can… it would be an immense help, and that’s something i really need at this moment.
i know i don’t have grounds to stand on, i haven’t posted in a long time. but if my works have ever entertained you, caused you comfort, or have been something to just pass the time- i would appreciate a reblog or any help.
thank you for your time, and i promise- i’ll come back to you all with works to keep bringing you joy and giggles when i can.
I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉
Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.
My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.
Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others
I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment
I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺 .
So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog my post.
(Read at your own risk: major character death, blood, gore, hurt no comfort)
read on AO3
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Katsuki wheezes, the cold winter air burning his lungs while he sprints as fast as his fractured knee will allow.
What’s waiting for him on the other side of the tall, vacant office building is no doubt worse than the pain he’s feeling now.
Dunce face had been snatched from right under his nose during their battle, literally.
One second he’s trying to clean the idiot’s slashed abdomen while they take a short pause in an alleyway during a siege, the next some bat-looking humanoid extra swoops down and yanks his flailing body into the air.
He watched, quirk refusing to work from how dry the air and how exhausted his body was, as the figure carrying his friend as he flailed in the talons climbed higher and higher into the sky.
What the fuck even is that thing. It’s not what they’d been looking for, nothing about Dracula wannabes on the comms.
Nothing that could prepare Katsuki for his failure to protect his friend. Nothing to blame on anyone.
But his wrath did nothing to stop those talons from retracting, from flesh to be ripped from his friend’s sides, and for him to plummet from the sky.
Denki’s sharp yell abruptly stopped after only a few seconds.
A small pop tells Katsuki if he could use his quirk it would be going ballistic. His hands feel like they could split in half, and even the smallest explosion is agonizing.
He skids around the corner of the building, nearly tripping over his feet as his body tilts at some impossible angle.
And when he sees his friend, crumpled into the ground, he does fall.
The last few yards he runs half on his feet and half falling over his hands.
His friend’s yellow hair is completely stained brown, and the red of the blood seeps down onto his dirt-speckled forehead.
His legs are pulverized, telling Katsuki he was unlucky enough to have landed feet first.
Denki’s eyes are glassy, practically vibrating in his head as he tries to look over at Katsuki.
He moved toward him, trying to make it easier.
The guy’s hand is shaking as he tries to move it, first down to his hip, then when he feels the bone clearly sticking out, he lets it fall back to the pavement.
There are bits of flesh and blood around a six-foot radius from them, and Katsuki doesn’t know how his back must look, but he’s surprised he can move at all.
Katsuki leans down, laying a hand on Denki’s chest.
“Hey, you’re going to be okay.”
The panic button has been pressed on Katsuki’s suit, and Denki’s was as soon as his vitals were fucked up on impact he’s sure.
An ambulance will be coming soon.
But they both know that’s not what he means.
“I… can’t see.” Denki rasps, small specs of blood spraying onto his chin as he speaks.
“Just listen to my voice, it’s going to be over soon, Denki. You did so good.”
Katsuki wills his voice to calm, to stop wavering. He wants the last thing his friend hears to be as strong and capable as he was.
It’s what he deserves, damnit. After you failed.
“I know, Kat. I’m… it’s coming I c-can feel it.” He sighs, blood dripping from his nose down his cheeks.
Katsuki rips his glove off and brings his hand up to brush a pink tear away from his fluttering yellow eyes.
Denki hums, the straining muscles in his neck relaxing slightly.
“Kat, I don’t want… ev’ryone t’ worry. So-“ his lungs rattle deep in his chest, “I die on ‘mpact.” Chest heaving, every word looks like it feels like hitting the ground again, “‘Kay?”
Katsuki blinks heavily, willing himself to keep his focus on Denki but the weight of the situation is pulling him somewhere deep in himself.
“Yeah.” He rasps, looking into Denki’s sightless eyes one last time as his friend smiles and lets them close, calmed by his answer.
“You were gone when I got here, Denks.”
Denki sighs again, nuzzling into the ground as if it were the soft bed of grass on the hill outside Heights Alliance that their friends would so often catch him sleeping on in the spring.
Like it’s Eijirou’s bed on game nights when he was too lazy to go back to his own.
Like it’s the last time he’ll ever sleep.
“Didn’t feel a thing.” His words barely a whisper on his last exhale, but Katsuki hears them clear as day.
And when the ambulance gets there, and Hanta and Mina fall to the ground in hysterics, Katsuki will tell them that it’s okay.
sorry since realizing my gender i have zero tolerance for the whole “man hating” angle of being queer i hate i hate it i hate you. stop. you are hurting people.
it’s very “yall only consider trans men real men when it hurts us.” we experience misogyny until we try to speak on it, and then we’re invading women’s spaces. we’re not men when we don’t pass well but we’re men the second we’re looking for queer community and are faced with “men and mascs not allowed” i’m tired
literally this. when i replied to “imagine standing up for men” saying that trans men deserve to be fought for too, i got hit with “nobody says trans men don’t belong in queer spaces” except a lot of queer & feminist spaces, especially online, actively villainize being a man and dump you the second you transition. it’s gross.
Imagine saying something like that to someone and thinking, "I am a good person who is definitely contributing to a better world."
Queerness is not a license to play Mean Girls without consequences & some of y'all need to really internalize that. Trans men & mascs deserve community support. The bullshit spoken about above is just high school bullying wearing a rainbow cape. It's not cute or justified just because y'all painted a fucking pride flag on it.
my fellow Queer Girlies, nonbinary siblings, or wherever you fall on the LGBTQ+ spectrum, listen up!
We support our brothers and masc-inclined siblings. Full fucking stop. "Kill all men" is over. Full. Fucking. Stop. Trans is trans. Queer is queer. All or nothing. We either stand together or they will rip us all down individually. Don't do the enemy's work for them!
this blog stands with palestine and if you don’t you can get the fuck out. what israel is doing is genocide and i will not tolerate anyone who supports it.
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