still alive, but I'm barely breathing

no wise words are going to stop the bleedin’ indie xmcu oc

[lucoile]

                     HOW TO PLAY A TRANS CHARACTER.

This is a remake of my old guide! It’s almost a year old now and I decided that it needed some updating and adding to. This comes from my own experiences with being transgender and also from being heavily involved in the trans community for the past four years on tumblr. This guide is meant to help people that want to create a trans character or are interested in being more educated about trans people. Under the cut you will find the do’s and dont’s of roleplaying a trans character.

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[decision]

by Michael

[luz-natural]

When you love “Two for the road” but in fact it is just you. @kylejthompson

[luz-natural]

Here he comes @garyintheworld

[cellularheaven]

anyway if you support ANYTHING related to white nationalism/supremacy/nazism/racism please unfollow and block me. this is space is not welcome to you. in fact, no spaces should be welcome to you. 

[untrustyou]

[frenzyy]

[cryhavok]

          is one part of you allowed to forgive the other?

[nullxfy]

atmaysphere:

Her generic smile brightens in a heartbeat now that she recognizes him; she pushes the door open fully and takes a step forward.

“–Marcus! Yes. I have heard – so much about you. I’m May. Here – let me…”

Before he can say anything, she reaches forward and pries the step ladder from him. She gets the feeling that he won’t say no. Seems too skittish for that is her first impression of him. Which is okay – she can easily commandeer the conversation, no problem!

“Just – take thaaat. Okay.” Now tucked under her arm, she backpedals into her entryway and turns around when it’s safe to take it to the supply closet. “Come in, come in, come in. I was just getting ready for work, but I am so glad you brought this back. Almost forgot I had one. –Are you visiting? For the weekend?”

He blinks in surprise at her friendly enthusiasm, and again at her sudden move to grab the ladder, but he allows her to take it without so much as flinching. There’s something about her demeanor--so warm and inviting, genuine in way that he’s been craving--that wears down the sharpest edge of his anxiety into something more tolerable.

“You have?” He chuckles awkwardly. “--all good things. I hope.”

He hadn’t expected to be so readily invited into a stranger’s home. Though, of course, if she’s friends with his father (enough that they’ve spoken about him before), maybe she doesn’t fall into that category so neatly. Folding his recently freed arm over his chest, he follows her, treading lightly and keeping the door in his line of sight, mostly out of habit.

“Oh, sorry. I don’t want to make you late...” On a nearby table, he sets the plate of cookies down before jutting a thumb toward the door. His eyes linger there for second longer than necessary, but they do shift back to her without a fight. “I can get going.”

“No, I moved back in with him. This last weekend.”  One of his hands finds the nape of his neck and rests there, heavy and grounding. “Financial issues,” he claims, which is definitely not a lie.

[nullxfy]

am i a horrible person for ignoring this woman in the fb support group im in for a health condition i have who creeps me out and insists on videochatting like 24/7?

[beamingsuggestion]

slow progress is still progress

[themuslimrpc]

CAN YOU LIKE OR REBLOG THIS IF YOU ARE A SAFE SPACE FOR MUSLIM ROLEPLAYERS?

YOU WILL BE ADDED TO A MASTERLIST TO MAKE THIS COMMUNITY A SAFER PLACE FOR US. 

[themuslimrpc]

We are here to destroy Islamophobia in the RPC.  Please like and reblog this to spread this blog.

[nullxfy]

@atmaysphere​

Marcus wakes to an empty apartment, having slept far later than he’d intended to. His dad had left for work hours ago, but not without leaving him a note on the refrigerator asking him to do a few things for him. The first task: return a borrowed step ladder. Easy enough.

He gingerly kicks the base of the door with the toe of his sneaker, awkwardly holding the folded stepladder under one arm and a plate of store-bought cookies--a thank you gift--in the opposite hand. When a brunette opens the door, he clears his throat and tries to smile: it’s a little stiff, but it’s much better than he could have managed a month ago.

“Hey. My dad-- Geoffrey Dunham. He borrowed your ladder. Told me to come over and return it. And to bring these.” He offers the plate to her, the ladder still tucked up under his other arm, before realizing he hasn’t introduced himself. 

“I’m Marcus, by the way. Sorry.”

[nullxfy]

Having finally swallowed what little pride he had left, Marcus had gone to his father for help. The man--further cementing his status as a saint in Marcus’ eyes--welcomed him back into his apartment in Queens. He now lives down the hall from @atmaysphere.

[nullxfy]

@glacierfront

Frozen in place, his hands hover over the stained keys of the coffee shop’s old upright piano. The room seems to tilt back and forth as he stares down at his hands, willing them to move, and every soft rustle of movement--every whisper, from the sympathetic to the annoyed--from the scattered audience is amplified.

An old friend had gotten him this time-slot as a favor, a means to help get him back on his feet, no questions asked, and he’s blowing it. An embarrassed sort of anger blooms in his gut, heating the skin to a pinkish-red as he fights his creative block. Finally, he forces motion in his hands, sharply plunking a few keys in the correct order, but without any sort of timing or rhythm. The noise he creates is harsh and staccato.

His hands pull away from the keys and in toward his chest where he folds them under his armpits as he stands and removes himself from the bench seat. More whispers from the crowd and muffled laughter ring in his ears as heads toward the exit until another sense drowns it out.

He feels her presence, her mutation, before he sees her. Of course he’d run into her here, where she’s been witness to such a failure. Slowly, he half-turns toward her, guarding his expression and keeping his feet aimed toward the door.

“So, Julie...” Hugging himself tighter, he takes a breath before continuing. “I guess you saw that, huh?”

[darlingstarlets]

⟨ ⟡⋰⸰ misadventures sentence starters ⟩

[illuziion]

sailormoonrps:

“i was lying to you, but you were lying, too.”

“so what’s left to do? what’s left to say?”

“stop making friends, it’s just us.”

“just because you’re screaming for my attention does not mean i will waste my time.”

“what’s your problem, baby?”

“don’t mean to break your heart.”

“kill me if i end up like you.”

“i know that it’s not safe here, you did this to yourself.”

“can you tell that story? it’s my favorite one.”

“you fucking disappointment.”

“i can’t entertain you anymore.”

“don’t cross your boundaries and think that it’s cool.”

“if anything should happen to me, i want you to know i’ve loved you.”

“don’t dance around me, i know what it means.”

“maybe i could swim into your thoughts like your drugs do.”

“i’m not meant for this world, i just don’t see the point.”

“don’t think about it, don’t over think about it.”

“you’d better hide the bullets.”

“together we can fake our own deaths here.”

“i’m just a stupid motherfucker, can’t figure it out.”

“i wanna leap when you want me to fly.” 

“darlin’, i don’t mean to beg.”

“close your eyes, picture you and i.” 

“one day, somebody’s gonna go and get pushed too far.”

“not gonna say what you want me to say.”

“some things are better left alone but thanks for your concern.”

“i’d put a bullet in my head if i ever lost you.” 

“fuck you, no one is gonna ruin all our fun.”

“i’m not everything you wanted me to be.”

“i suggest you pray for a full recovery.”

“what’s happening to me?”

“do you feel the shame inside of you?”

“save yourself, don’t ever look back.”

“hey, what’s on your mind?”

“i think about my life without you and i start to cry.”

“hey, it’s alright; we’ll make it.”

“i love you and i’ll never leave your side.” 

“baby, pull over, tell me: are we concrete?” 

“what would you do without my perfect company to your undressed spine?”

“i think we’re bleeding out.” 

“i’m the one who made you, i’ll be the one who brings you down.” 

“this will be the last time.”

“just give me a signal i’m reaching you now.”

“i’ll teach you to love again.” 

“don’t believe it’s a never-ending summer ‘cause they don’t exist.”

“why am i the one falling apart?”

“you don’t even know you’re an angel.”

“foolish am i, for the times i come and go.” 

“i hope you don’t regret me.”

“this was never my intention after all.” 

“what the fuck did i do?”

“we’re made to destroy.”

“tell me what you want until it hurts.”

“i think we’re in over our heads.” 

“i can’t deny it’s getting worse; trust me, it’s a blessing and a curse.”

“call me if you’re crashing, we’ll take turns.”

“i won’t be here in a year.” 

“if there’s still evidence of us, why can’t that be enough?”

“i don’t mean to drag you down.” 

“all we have are parking lots and nowhere to go.”

“if you love me then show me more.”

“i’d give anything just to surround your dreams.”

“i’m an anarchist in love.”