How Can You Be Trans Without Dysphoria?

I have literally lost faith in humanity.

a family bids farewell to their babygirl minutes ago, on the first day of Eid. Palestinians can't even celebrate without occupation bombardment.

is it too much to ask for the two sad gay men in love with their equally sad and gay reader?

might lose it and just write some ‘roommates being roommates’ idk

HELP SAVE SHAHED'S FAMILY

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HELLO EVERYONE, @shahednhall has contacted me to help spread their campaign to get their family out to safety. They are a beautiful family and have already lost so much due to the genocide.

They have lost their family, their home, their warmth, their safety, their dreams and hopes. please find it in your heart to donate.

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Writing with Colors

A list of resources to help you describe different colors in your writing.

The Color Thesaurus A collection of infographics that show various shades of different colors, each shade/color labeled by name.

Color Reference Chart Another collection of infographics that show various shades of different colors, each shade/color labeled by name.

Hair Color Reference Chart A collection of infographics that show various shades of different hair colors, each shade/color labeled by name.

Eye Color Reference Chart A collection of infographics that show various shades of blue, brown, and green eye colors, each shade/color labeled by name.

Different Ways to Describe Hazel Eyes A list of ideas and suggestions for describing hazel eyes. Can be used as prompts or for brainstorming.

Different Ways to Describe Green Eyes A list of ideas and suggestions for describing green eyes. Can be used as prompts or for brainstorming.

Different Ways to Describe Blue Eyes A list of ideas and suggestions for describing blue eyes. Can be used as prompts or for brainstorming.

Different Ways to Describe Brown Eyes A list of ideas and suggestions for describing brown eyes. Can be used as prompts or for brainstorming.

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The tags are everything I know. I am sharing this with every single one to try and spread the word.

Ok hear me out, Reader is besties with Gojo and Geto and was paired with them to deliver the Star Plasma Vessel(Riko) and Readers notices how the girl's passing seemed to take a toll on Geto the most, so after seeing his decreasing health, both physical and mental, they decided to reach out to him and pull him out of his dark thoughts. Yes I am in denial about the recent chapters, this is how I cope. This man deserves all the hugs in the world😭😭

★ - 'm totally agree! all Satoru had ta do was speak with Suguru 'n JJK probably wouldn't have happened !! <(＿　＿)>

☆ - Teen! Geto Suguru x Male Reader — Can be read as platonic or romantic !!

♡ - Hurt/comfort, suicidal thoughts, and Suguru bein' mildly racist towards non-sorcerers (；′⌒`)

The merging of the Star Plasma Vessel— Riko Amanai— and Tengen went to shit the second Fushiguro Toji came into the picture.

You tried, you tried saving her even though you were scared. No one could touch Satoru, but Toji could. Toji killed him and Riko like it was nothing.

You and Suguru weren't enough, he was too strong. When he killed Rainbow Dragon, Suguru's strongest curse, the reality set in that you two most likely weren't going to make it out alive.

You did, thankfully, but at what cost?

Your quaint little friend group broke up. Shoko was busy learning medical Jujutsu most of the time, Satoru had officially become the strongest and started taking solo missions which left you and Suguru.

But after that day, you noticed something was wrong. Very, very wrong. Suguru had lost weight, his hair which he prided himself in taking care of had split ends and was mildly greasy and he had eye bags.

This also added to the fact that he was coming late to class almost every day sent alarm bells in your head, so you decided to check up on him.

In your home clothes since you didn't have any impending missions and classes were over, you knocked on Suguru's door. He's stopped coming to class the past few days which scared the shit out of you since Suguru doesn't miss class unless it's something serious.

You waited, hoping to hear an answer. When you didn't, you checked the doorknob. It was open so you walked in, announcing yourself just in case Suguru was busy with something.

His room was a mess. The trash can was overflowing, clothes were piled up in a corner and dishes were stacked on the sink.

Suguru was curled up in his bed—which was also a mess, sheets that needed to be washed and his bed was in desperate need of a making— his blanket pulled up to his neck and his body facing away from the doorway.

"Suguru?" You whispered, checking his breathing just in case. It was there and stable, which meant he was just sleeping. You gently tapped on him, noticing the soft tear lines on his cheek.

He had cried himself to sleep.

Suguru stirred as his eyes opened slowly, blinking away the tiredness when he saw your concerned face. "[Name]..? What are you doing here?"

"I came to check on you. You haven't been in class, so I got worried. Are you okay?"

Suguru sat up and rubbed his eyes. He didn't realize he'd been gone for that long, it felt better to stay asleep than wake up. Some days he wished he stayed asleep forever.

"Sorry, I lost track of time." He came up with a lie off the top of his head, hoping you wouldn't question anything and leave him alone.

He knows you though. Knows how empathetic you are, knows how caring you are to the people you love, so it was no surprise when you sat on his bed making yourself comfortable. "Are you okay, Suguru?"

"I told you, I just lost track of time—"

"Suguru..." Your voice was soft as you took his hands into yours. Usually, his were well-manicured and painted black, but now they were long. Suguru hated it when his nails were long, they always got in the way when he was fighting curses. "You don't have to lie to me, you don't have to say anything you don't want to. Please, just tell me if you need help and I'll help you. I won't ask for anything more."

Suguru tensed up. Does he need help? He hasn't felt like himself ever since... everything happened a few months ago. The world felt so grey and he couldn't think of a reason to keep waking up and getting out of bed.

So what if those monkeys needed saving? Sorcerers shouldn't have to put their lives on the line to save people who were barely worth saving.

He feels sluggish. He reeks, his hair feels so greasy and his eyes are heavy. He just wants to lie down and hopefully take his last breath. He can't keep doing this— be a sorcerer that is.

He hates morals, he hates that 'the strong should protect the weak' bullshit, he hates that he wasn't strong enough to protect someone who needed saving, someone who deserved it.

He's so tired. Tired of the Jujutsu world, tired of the fake lies of non-sorcerers, tired of everything.

"...please." He mutters out, his hands slightly squeezing yours and his head hanging in shame.

You nod as you help him up. You don't need to tell him anything right now. If he needs you, if he needs your help, that's all that matters.

You start a bath and help him get undressed, closing your eyes for the sake of his privacy when you got to his boxers.

The water was warm against your legs, and you thanked yourself that you wore shorts instead of sweats. You washed him, taking extra care of his hair to show him you remembered how much he loved it. Show him how much you care about him.

You leave him momentarily to grab clean clothes, settling on an old Mario shirt, black shorts, and a pair of fuzzy white and black socks.

"Do you want to stay here while I clean?" You asked as you tied his hair into a loose ponytail, the smell of his cinnamon shampoo in the air.

Suguru shook his head. He wanted—no— needed to stay close to you. To hold you, to feel someone else's warmth against his. You didn't ask any questions, letting him hold onto your waist as you went to make his bed.

He stayed like that, pressed against you as you sorted his clothes, cleaned his kitchen, swept his floor, helped him take care of his nails, and him made him food.

Suguru doesn't feel like he deserves this. He doesn't deserve you. You're being so patient with him, you aren't judging him for being messy or unclean, you weren't judging the fact that his fridge was almost empty, you were just there.

There for him, to make him feel better.

Suguru feels like he's going to cry.

He's pressed against your chest, hands wrapped around your waist as he listens to you read aloud a book you had brought with you, hands in his hair, scratching his scalp gently.

"...thank you." He mumbles, wiping the wet away from his eyes. He feels so loved, like someone would care if he flat out died.

You smile softly, pressing a kiss against his head. "I'm always going to be here for you Suguru. No matter what."

And for the first time in months, he believes that it's worth it to live. That if he gets to feel you like this, he might stay in the Jujutsu world. All for you— everything for you.

Penetration is a gender-neutral act. Topping is gender-neutral. Bottoming is gender-neutral. You are not more or less of a man or a woman depending on how you fuck. You are not “fake trans” for having sex a certain way. You are not any less masculine for bottoming or any less feminine for topping.

kim dokjas i posted on twitter 🤍

July 17 Message from Wafaa

Wafaa's family is verified by Hussein (@el-shab-hussein) and Nairuz (@nabulsi) on their spreadsheet (family number 171).

As you may know, Wafaa has been shadowbanned by tumblr again for the third time in the past two weeks (her messaging function had literally only returned two days ago before it was gone again). you can find Wafaa at @wafs-posts. This morning, Wafaa asked me to post this message for more reach:

Today, after several months, the situation has become worse after the bombing of my house, the evacuation of Rafah, forced displacement, and displacement without the necessities of life. My family was displaced several times from Rafah to Al-Mawasi in the Al-Alam area, and after being displaced several times, my family remained besieged for 3 consecutive days without food or drink. These were days full of fear, and screaming.

I was in a state of panic and psychological difficulty. Recently, one night they had to flee at night due to the severity of the violent confrontations. It has become an unsafe area. They fled again to Nuseirat and stayed there for about a month. After the Nuseirat massacre, my family fled with all oppression, humiliation and pain to Khan Yunis. They set up a tent on top of the rubble and are in a bad condition.

Due to malnutrition, polluted water, high prices and staying in tents, skin diseases and liver epidemics are prevalent. It is extremely difficult to get water, you would have to fight for bread. As a result, my family's health is at risk due to malnutrition, lack of hygiene, harsh weather conditions in the tent, and difficult access to sanitation. With the lack of medicines, life has become almost non-existent, so the thought of losing my loved ones haunts me now more than ever. Conditions are getting worse every day.

The presence of wonderful people with pure hearts like you gives me hope that my campaign will end quickly and gives my daughters and grandchildren hope to evacuate, get rid of this nightmare, and overcome the most difficult times in their lives. Thank you for your support and giving them hope under the difficult circumstances.

I raise my hat to you in respect and appreciation, my friends. You are my family. You all donated and have not stopped giving. I hope you will continue this giving until my family is evacuated. I wanted to let you know that I will be adding my brother and his family to my campaign. They are also in a bad situation and need help and evacuation.

please donate what you can to Wafaa!! her campaign has been slowing down in the past weeks and we need to help the children (all under the age of 10, one of them only a few months old) avoid long-lasting health effects of malnutrition and severe hepatitis infections from unclean water.

@turian is organizing a wonderful journal raffle for Wafaa which you can enter if you submit a proof of donation! for more details please see @journalsforpalestine

Currently €33,823 raised of €50,000 goal as of July 17 morning!! please continue to spread and donate if able.

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Donate to Please save Waffaa and her children from Gaza, organized by Yasmin Hadscho

Hello, my name is Wafaa. I am 42 years old and I am calling on the free p… Yasmin Hadscho needs your support for Please save Waffaa and her

Btw much as I love to make fun of twitter and reddit's business decisions, I have 0% trust in tumblr's management to not go a similar route so this is your gentle reminder that you should regularly go to your blog settings to export your blog. That's a fancy way of saying you can download a backup of your blog so if everything goes down you'll still have a backup of your posts & convos.