-- confusion evident--
--in violet hues while she leaned onto her elbows, placed gently on her knees while offering a questioning look.
" excuse me? "
@humiles-corde-blog / humiles-corde-blog.tumblr.com
--in violet hues while she leaned onto her elbows, placed gently on her knees while offering a questioning look.
" excuse me? "
Watching those people you want to rp with but don’t have balls enough to ask them to rp with you:
"Hey I found your tumblr"
(original video link here)
this is world cosplay summit team mexico for this year (and i believe this is their qualifying entry? correct me if i’m wrong.)
i gasped. this is so unbelievable. kudos to them. the video didn’t have any links to cosplay pages, so if someone knows the participants’ facebook/tumblr cosplay pages, linking me would be great :)
faking-pretentiousness --> cynixmus --> cynixmus-archive --> humiles-corde
&&-- yup! this blog is once more active. its now a blog for ririchiyo shirakiin of inu x boku ss, as it originally started as, back in the days of faking-pretentiousness.
bleedingcandy:
how can i not reblog this?! :D
that would be unpossible
Pretty sure I already reblogged this already—but, it’s awesome so I’ll DO WHAT I WANT, and do it again.
THE ENTIRE TUMBLR COMMUNITY WILL LOVE YOUR DAUGHTER MORE THAN YOU EVER DID
every time i listen to radioactive
One of these things is not like the other.
RIP Leelah Alcorn
This is so fucked up.
This makes me so angry. She dishonors Leelah’s identify and memory even in death, pulls attention to herself as the grieving parent, and clearly still doesn’t get that it is her actions and treatments that pushed Leelah to take that step.
RIP Leelah Alcorn.
God dammit! OK, listen up, my dear trans babies. I know that you’re hurting. Probably hurting a lot like Leelah was, but I want you to see two things here.
Leelah committed suicide because she couldn’t see any way to escape. Her voice was actively silence and her story ignored in favor of a fantasy that her parents wrote. She felt powerless, alone and afraid. That’s because her parents WANTED that for her to make her feel like the only choice available to her was to conform to their narrative. She found a different choice, but one that ultimately gave her parents the final control over her story, her life, and now, her death.
She realized she couldn’t begin transition until she was at least 18 and legally responsible for her own medical care, and someone gave her the terrible, wrongheaded and dangerous belief that that was TOO LATE to transition and “pass” and find love.
She was wrong. I know many gorgeous and happy trans men women who transitioned in their 20s, 30s, 40s and later and have found the life they always wanted. Please don’t internalize that bullshit that your chances to transition end at 18 or 21 or 25 or 30 or whatever. It’s never too late. Never.
But the real lesson I want you to take from Leelah’s death here is that she’s gone, forever, and even though she did everything she could to make sure that her story was known and heard by queueing up that post, her mother is still ignoring all of that for this fucking bullshit narrative she made up about her darling SON accidentally being hit by a truck on a morning walk, instead of facing the fact that her daughter committed suicide because she saw no other way out.
If you’re feeling like Leelah, alone, afraid, powerless and like there’s a ticking clock counting down your chance to transition, please know that there is no peace in death.
There is no guarantee that your suicide will make anyone see anything they don’t want to.
This mother is still willfully and actively ignoring, denying and mythologizing her child’s life and death. Leelah has finally lost her voice forever. The news articles will fade, the tumblr posts will vanish, and this horrid person will be telling tales about the tragic accident that took her son from her until the day she dies. Her suicide solved nothing for her. She will never see the amazing woman she’d have grown up to be. And neither will her mother.
The only chance you have to be the narrator of your own story is to stay alive, get out, get away, find your power, find your voice, find your real family - the people who know you and see you for who you are, people who hear you when you tell your story, people who will defend and protect you at all costs. We are here, waiting for you with our arms and our hearts open. Please, I know you’re in a terrible and seemingly unbearable place and environment. The only comfort I can offer is that the world doesn’t stop turning, time doesn’t stop and this moment isn’t the last moment. Please find a way to bide your time, to hold on for one more day, one more hour, one more minute, though it seems eternal, this moment is temporary.
I can’t guarantee your future happiness or that your life will be easy, but none of us, trans or cis, get any such guarantee. The only guarantee you get is that if you kill yourself, you’ll NEVER have the chance to find and build a happy life.
Every storm passes, every rain cloud moves on, and nothing in this world is permanent. This pain of your present will become the aches of your past.
Please stay alive. Please hold on until you can escape from there and come home. Our light is on and our door is open.
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you have been blessed by the christmas chan
like and reblog and you will prosper from the blessings of the great jackie
won’t even risk it.
I like this one best because there’s no threat to not reblogging it so even if you don’t there’s no worries but if you do then you’re gonna have an even better time.
I play a very dangerous game
it’s not my fault people have the gall to make attractive OCs
"Shh I’m gonna try and get that for you"is the single best description for my relationship with my OC ever
I’ve compiled this list of resources to help trans* people like myself. Even if you’re not trans* and/or can’t use any of this, please reblog for the sake of others. Thanks! Passing The Tumblr Transgender Clothes Exchange How to Take Measurements Reflectore Voice Pitch Tracker Masculinizing The FTM’s Complete Illustrated Guide to Looking Like a Hot Dude The Male Fashion Fit Guide AK’s Guide to Suits (this is a drawing guide, but contains useful info) Throat Exercise to Deepen Voice Big Brother Binder Repository & Re-Disbursement Program In a Bind Binder Donations Underworks Pullover Binders Les Love Boat Binders, Packers, Underwear, Shoe Lifts, Etc. Cheap Clasp Binder Discreet STP Device Feminizing Women’s Clothing Terminology Tucking How-to Guide Realistic Breast Form Tutorial The Breast Form Store Mastectomy Bras with Built In Flap for Breast Forms How to Contour and Highlight Using Makeup How to Apply Eyeliner with a Spoon How to Apply Foundation How to Apply Blush How to Apply Eyeshadow Emergency National Suicide Prevention Lifeline IMAlive Online Crisis Network Transgender Housing Network Legal National Center for Transgender Equality Transgender Law Center Change your Name for Free - Civil Indigent Status (Tumblr post) Copwatch Infographic Guide Medical Transgender Surgeons in the U.S. Center of Excellence for Transgender Health FTM Hormone Guide FTM Surgery Guide MTF Hormone Guide MTF Surgery Guide Mcalc Gender Neutral Menstruation Calculator Mental + Support Online Gender Therapy (can also issue letters of recommendation) Emotional Baggage Check TransSpace Reddit School + Education Trans Student Equality Resources Study Abroad for GLBT Students Applying to College as a Non-Binary Trans* Person Additional Resources Susan’s Place Transgender Resources and Forums Laura’s Playground Transgender Resources
R.I.P Leelah Alcorn
Went your fav character dies.
isn’t there a part of the bible where god gets mad at a fig tree for not having any figs on it and curses the fig tree?
yeah there legit is that’s 100% true
Yes.
Oh my god
last time we reblogged this we got anon hate from the christian community. You guys really are passionate about your figs.
//I just. I can’t. I’m laughing my ass off right now. Imagine this in modern times
"The next day, as they were coming back from Bethany, Jesus was hungry. He saw in the distance a McDonalds, so he went to see if they had any Shamrock Shakes. But when he came to it, there were no Shamrock Shakes, for it was not the time for Shamrock Shakes, Jesus. It was December, not March. Jesus said to the McDonalds, "No one shall ever eat food at this establishment again!"
And his disciples heard him.”
the ol’ razzzle dazzle
No but actually this is a GREAT way to present a dress like this! A regular standing mannequin wouldn’t show off all the layers and details in the skirt!
it also wouldn’t show off all the ol’ razzle dazzle
THERE’S ANOTHER ONE IN THE BACK
Being an OC is like being a peasant sometimes.