#jackie.txt

[asheville03]

don'ttt worry about it

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[jackiejude]

I'm bored so I'll give this a line-by-line rebuttal

first off tma and tme mean "transmisogyny affected" and "transmisogyny exempt", that's it, tme isn't a gender or an agab or a binary it's literally just that there's one type of oppression that doesn't affect you

> not everyone fits tma and tme

i remember this one time someone was concern trolling about the word "nonbinary" because it "forces everyone into the 'nonbinary or not nonbinary' binary", and the response people were giving to that was "everything's either a potato or not a potato", i.e. having categories doesn't force a binary

> choose one or be ambiguous

you don't get to choose and there's not really much ambiguity, if i had a survey and one of the questions was "are you affected by biophobia?", and a bunch of people refused to answer but were outraged that i'd put people into categories based on biophobia-affectedness, it's pretty obvious they aren't bi, only one side gets offended at having to admit there's a type of oppression that doesn't affect them

> what about genderfluid people

please please please put your thinking caps on and think about why only some trans/nb/genderfluid people get accused of being "men pretending to be women" and don't have anything they can use as a get-out-of-jail free card when that happens

also is the implication that tma genderfluid people become tme when they identify as male because i can assure you that doesn't work

> plural

okay so is the implication here that individual headmates can be tme and tma? i thought we already went down the road of people claiming oppression based on their headmates lol

> can never use a general framework to describe identity

first off it describes oppression not identity and second off we use frameworks to describe identity all the time?? you gotta be bad faith to get backed into this position

> (the second paragraph)

lol? lmao even? fun fact i don't mention being Arab in my bio so people call me a white transfem when they disagree with me and i can laugh at them but yeah please tell me how I'm upholding white gender by being trans and affected by transmisogyny? do you hear yourselves??

has anon met any two spirit people because all the ones i have also used terms like "transmasc" or "trans woman" to describe themselves so i kinda feel like the idea of being affected by transmisogyny wouldn't contradict their identity?

[kieumy]

i call these “pictures that have the same energy”

[illneverrecover]

TW: Just a heads up, this will be about death and grief. If that's not something you can handle right now, then please skip over this and keep yourself safe 💜

I'm not sure why I'm writing this.

It's not why anyone is here, not why anyone follows me or this page. It's not even the reason I created this godforsaken tumblr to begin with (that honor goes to Dylan O'Brien and Teen Wolf). But I felt like I needed to say something, and I didn't know where else to say it.

One of my good friends that I've known since high school passed away two weeks ago. Not from any sort of underlying health issue, or a sudden, unfortunate accident. But because she was struggling so hard with postpartum depression, and decided that it would be less painful if she went to sleep and didn't wake up.

We didn't know she was struggling, I didn't know she was struggling. She had reached out to me only two weeks prior, telling me that she missed me and we lived too close to each other to never see each other, and proposed a Twilight movie marathon (which I had gladly accepted). She was going to message me dates, we made plans for lunch, and she ended it by saying "yay!! can't wait!".

And then, before I realized, it was too late to say anything else.

Being a mother is hard. Being a mother to two young kids, both under two, while trying to build your career, be successful, and be a good wife is even harder.

But it gets easier. I promise it does.

I have a lot of regrets and a lot of guilt. I have a lot of things I wish I could say to her one more time -- and then I feel guilty for thinking that my words could ever be that important, that they would even matter on that kind of scale.

I know that depression lies. It is a liar. It's nefarious; its call, soft, sleepy and welcoming, comforting almost. It feels easy to lay in its embrace, to let yourself be swallowed by the darkness, let the echo chamber of your worst thoughts sing you a haunting lullaby until it feels like nothing matters. Until you rather just not exist.

But that lullaby is a poison, filled with deception and misdirection. It's intentionally vague, dragging out its notes so that it seemingly doesn't ever end. What it doesn't include is how beautiful the background music can be, when you finally are able to stop and breathe enough to hear it. How relaxing it can be to sing along to the melody, when you are clear-headed and no longer sleep deprived to learn the lyrics. How much fun it is to let go and dance along to the music, when you're able to recharge and take time for yourself.

Those things all come with time. I promise they do. It does get easier. Not always right away, not always all at once, but soon you'll find each breath you take is a little deeper, each step you take a little bit lighter.

If you're reading this, and you have found yourself struggling with similar dark thoughts - please, please, reach out to someone. A trusted friend, a teacher, a neighbor, your physician, a counselor. SOMEONE. Please ask for help, and please utilize the resources available. There is no shame for asking for help, especially in today's climate of fuckery -- it's hard out there for everyone.

But please, please stay. I want you to stay. I promise you there are people out there who also want you to stay, but even if you don't believe that, believe that I don't want to be in a world where you don't exist.

One of the last messages my friend sent to me during our final conversation was about how she was going to send me dates ASAP, because "we're gonna commit to this because that's what I'm doing this year! Committing to happy things!"

I think about those words a lot. I think about what she was feeling in those moments when messaging me, and what she was feeling only two weeks later, when she felt so painfully alone. If I think about it too much, it consumes me and shatters my heart.

So instead, I try to remember that message - it wasn't the last thing she texted me, but it does feel like her final message all the same. To commit to happy things this year. To try and do things that unabashedly bring me joy, because I deserve to.

My wish for you all is to commit to more happy things, this year and every year. To dare to feel joy, to seek out things solely because you want to, and not because of any perceived outcome. And to tell your loved ones how important they are to you, and how much you love them. It's all over far too soon, and the points don't matter, anyway. 💜

[kieumy-archive]

My mutuals and I would simultaneously be bad lgbtq+ rep and the pinnacle of lgbtq+ rep

[queenofallimagines]

Me again! I'm a whore for good black reader blogs ok. I was thinking about Aizawa lowkey being so goddamn confused when he sees y/n busting a move as if she's at a country club with her loud ass friends, but at the same time I wanna have Aizawa being dommed and overstimulated by Y/N. (Same goes for Mammon high-key but at least he knows what We're doing when we are dancing)

YOURE LITERALLY SO RIGHT LMAOO imagine him seeing you bust out your city girls shit and he’s like???? Hello??😭 nothing is more fun that doing hoodrat stuff w your friends so he’s like how were you so well behaved yesterday but now your on top of tables twerking singing ice spice💀💀 RIP for aizawa fr bc he don’t know it’s “drunk and nasty” time when you pull him by his shirt and tie his hands to the bed frame w his tie. Like he’s gon be shell shocked and come to work tomorrow like okay so your just a succubus bc what was THAT now your back to business professional. If you throw it back he will just barely catch it

[dinosaurguts]

this is my new favorite brand and drink for smoothie

[asheville03]

Abolish Veylocke uses he/it pronouns

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