#nimsomeone

[gotmattitude]

I need you all to take a fucking second and think about the bullshit you’re posting. And probably saying off the dash, because honestly? You’re obviously cis as fuck.

Let’s start with basic Gender 101. Your gender isn’t fucking dictated by your genitals. Shouldn’t be a damn shock considering most of you know I’m transgender and I was hoping you’re all at least woke enough to know what the hell that entails. And if not, here you go. Start there. 

“But Matt, token trans guy, what does that even mean?” First of all, fuck you. Second of all, it means you are not suddenly a dude ‘cause you got a dick, or a girl ‘cause you lost yours. You’re a girl with a dick. You’re a dude without one. Don’t fight me on this shit. I’m trans. Fighting me on this, it means you don’t respect the fact that I’m as much of a guy as any of you cis dudes who might be reading this. And if you’re not sure if all that’s true? You might wanna rethink that cisnormative shit you’ve had drilled into your head. Don’t put that bullshit on my dash. I don’t wanna see it.

Or make me see it. Maybe you’re all hiding complex gender theories behind that fuckery that’s making my eyes bleed. Maybe one of y’all is questioning. But honestly? I doubt that shit.

You woke up one morning and your body wasn’t what you expected or wanted. That’s rough, kid. I sympathize. I really fucking do. But just because this is the first time you have to think about what your genitals or your chest mean in relation to the gender you know you are, it doesn’t mean you have to make me sit through that bullshit.

[littlefaerose]

To whomever it may concern (aka whoever gave me that lovely but cursed bouquet of flowers for Valentine’s Day): I got your card. And your message. And I’d be interested in that dinner you mentioned... if you’d be so kind as to tell me where it’s happening.

Just saying, it would be easier to talk if I knew where exactly I needed to be. And with whom.

Am I about to regret this?

[aquaevans]

Investigation Station || Samtana F2F

Sam: was so done with this curse. After his last conversation with Elliott, which he realized only after the fact was the /worst/ way to leave it, he was just trying to focus on figuring out how to end the stupid curse. Situation. Ugh, what was the right word? He just had to focus. The watch eye behind him still recording his every move, he sat down at the student building with some books on tarot cards, gender related symbolism, and his notebook. The sooner he found a cure, the sooner he could figure out what he could do to show everyone he was still himself.

[trickstersantana]

[Santana went to Elliott’s room, clothes illusioned on because the one she had didn’t really fit, so she had to make them look like they were fitting clothes. She knocked at the door and made an illusion of her old voice. Not her old-old voice, the voice of Santana the second. “Nine, open! It’s me!!”]

[pucketknife-blog]

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whether u wanna call this a curse or a blessing, i still look hella fine #BoobsAreAwesome #WhassupNYADA #CanIGetAnOnAndOffSwitchButton? 

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[brodylectric-blog]

[You find a beautiful bouquet of flowers at the door addressed to you. It’s from a Special Someone, and there is no indication of who it is. Should you choose to accept, you’ll find something tomorrow morning that you never have expected before.]

[Brody trips over the flowers as he steps through his door, effectively squishing the petals into the floor. He’s bummed, but not too bummed. He tosses the bouquet into the trash bin at the doorway, and forgets they exist.]

[hautekurture]

[You find a beautiful bouquet of flowers at the door addressed to you. It’s from a Special Someone, and there is no indication of who it is. Should you choose to accept, you’ll find something tomorrow morning that you never have expected before.]

[Kurt had had the best Valentine’s Day ever with Blaine. It was also his only Valentine’s Day with someone else however that was beside the point. When he had seen the flowers the next day after Blaine had left, Kurt had expected that they were from Blaine himself. It wasn’t a stretch to think that anyhow. He had brought the flowers in, putting them in a fancy clear vase on his table. Although Kurt didn’t care for flowers, Blaine seeing them would make him happy, and him smiling made Kurt smile too somehow. 

When Kurt awoke, he screamed when he saw his reflection in the mirror. “Oh my god. Who is this.”]

[littlefaerose]

for goodness bakes | darley (2/19)

Marley looked at her card again, giving it a ‘hmph’ of annoyance as she turned it over again, then back to the front. If you want to talk, dinner first. “Yeah, but with who?” she asked, rolling her eyes and sticking the card back into the pocket of her jeans as she headed down the stairs to the main level of Sciron. It occurred to her once she hit the bottom landing that she probably should’ve asked Dani what she looked like now, if only to save herself from misgendering some poor unsuspecting person or otherwise embarrassing herself. But really, who else was going to be baking a cake in the kitchen on a Monday afternoon?

“Dani?” she asked as she peeked her head into the common kitchen area, finding herself alone still. Humming out a sigh, she moved to check the cabinets for baking supplies, wondering idly to herself what baking an actual cake actually entailed. The only cake she knew how to make was a water cake, and even that she needed a recipe for. And someone to man the oven for her. “Just get a bowl, Marley,” she spoke aloud to herself, moving to the next cabinet to find a mixing bowl.