[clownboybebop]

me: to really understand Frankenstein, we have to take into account that Mary Shelley was surrounded by creative men who really didn’t take her seriously, so in addition to sci-fi horror, it can also be read as an exploration of female creative frustration and-

The burglar that broke into my house: bodily autonomy?

me: exactly. Now,

[crabussy]

I love you trans men. when I see you in public and when I talk with you the world feels a little easier. never forget this

[asaltysquid]

This goes for all ages btw. I see you little dude even if your parents don't and I cherish you older men who smile and nod at me knowingly. We are knights in a beautiful order and the only flag we recognize is our own.

[gin-juice-tonic]

that anon calling Soos “nonbinary with left bro” is still stuck in my mind

[gin-juice-tonic]

oops its a whole comic, anyway here you go 

[clowns0cks]

I'm so normal about the way the master's first instinct is to reach out for the doctor, but they choose to stop themselves. while the doctor's first instinct is to back away from the master, but they choose to reach out instead.

[gin-juice-tonic]

I have actually talked about a nonbinary ford before way back in february

[evilvillain123456789]

step one: replace entire personality with open, festering wound

step two: contort absolutely all stimuli in my environment to relate to the my wound in some manner, ideally one which justifies random acts of unbridled aggression and vengeance

step three: marry a girl with generational wealth

[robotslovedeath]

open up

[kashuan]

rewatched iphigenia (1977) yet again the other day and I always think whenever I finish it, how did this event not basically permanently destroy all of the main relationships at play here sdgdsg wanted to sketch a few one-off scenes based on my thoughts about that

[mipper42]

bad news guys :(

[narraboths]

What have I learned from transitioning? I can’t overstate the biggest joy, which is really seeing yourself. I know I look different to others, but to me I’m just starting to look like myself. It’s indescribable, because I’m just like, there I am. And thank God. Here I am. So the greatest joy is just being able to feel present, literally, just to be present. To go out in a group of new people and be able to engage in a way where I didn’t feel this constant sensation to flee from my body, this never-ending sensation of anxiety and nervousness and wanting out.

When I say I couldn’t have ever imagined feeling that way, I mean that with every sense of me.

[…]

Euphoria: Summer, it’s hot out, and I’m just in a white T-shirt that fits me, walking down the street, shoulders back, enjoying the sun and the day. In the past, that would’ve been a very different walk. Instead, you have ideas blossoming in your mind, not constant feelings of shame and self-hatred.

The Euphoria of Elliot Page

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

michael wolgemut

[cutecipher]

okay, im "sorry" i tested my dual scythe combos/fever mode on your "smol bean" boyfriend

[contemptible-scoundrel]

Ccan i hit?

I would parry every blow?

[black-quadrant]

ADHD affects how I experience time, not how I experience attachment. I love you. I miss you. I just don't realize how long it’s been since I last said that, let alone messaged.

I understand that most normal functioning brains need regular engagement to maintain a bond. Absence doesn’t diminish my affection. My silence isn’t neglect or disinterest. It’s time blindness and object impermanence. The contact gap is purely neurological, not emotional. Thank you for being patient with my inconsistency and holding a seat in your heart for me.

[ferretwhomst]

imagine being happy as a woman and growing and changing and being a better person than you have been in years and getting your best friend back after centuries of being at odds with each other, and then being literally killed by a past version of yourself because he sees you changing and becoming kinder and thinks it's pathetic and disgusting and beneath him even though he himself has been miserable for years. and when you come back everything you were is replaced with another male version of yourself who is so volatile and hates himself more than ever before. anyway the master from doctor who is transfeminine

[wolfsstorybook]

But, strangest of all, the very instant the shore was touched, an immense dog sprang up on deck from below, as if shot up by the concussion, and running forward, jumped from the bow on to the sand. Making straight for the steep cliff, where the churchyard hangs over the laneway to the East Pier so steeply that some of the flat tombstones - 'thruff-steans' or 'through-stones', as they call them in Whitby vernacular - actually project over where the sustaining cliff has fallen away, it disappeared in the darkness, which seemed intensified just beyond the focus of the searchlight.

A bit late here, though.

This was the first thing I drew on the topic, and actually stayed the only one for quite some time.