slayboybunny:

ya hes cute…….but is he conscientious of the social inequalities and corruption in hierarchies of power that plague this world

punkmarauder:

12thdoctorr:

scarheadcanons:

ϟ 95) When Teddy was an infant, his hair turned color to match that of the person he wanted to hold him. This worked well when he wanted his godfather, which was often, but it became incredibly confusing when he sought a Weasley. There were many hasty rounds of pass-the-baby-because-dear-god-stop-the-crying.

What about when his hair turned pink and they could do nothing about it :’(

what have you done

Bless one of my coworkers for understanding my pain issues and giving me her seat.

My ED level tonight is “all that is safe to eat is potatoes” so I’ve eaten two potatoes.

bratcore:

what is this “gay straight alliance”. Whoever said i wanted to be aligned with the straights. i want to Win

felonyvandyke:

i want trans kids to be safe so badly.

unclefather:

my mom said “what is a twink” really loudly at the table in the olive garden 

science-babe:

hate breeds sarcastic, tongue-in-cheek jokes on a blogging website punching up at privileged groups

are you a boy or a girl?

testosterlonely:

i. I’m in second grade -
the day before my first communion.
my best friend and our mums go out to lunch.
our mums talk about nothing
and we look around.
the little kid at the table next to me
points at me and
whispers to his mother,
“is that a boy or a girl?”
his mum scolds him
and I laugh,
with a smile I’m not sure I understood.

ii. I borrow my friend’s game boy
and turn on Pokemon.
the doctor asks me,
“are you a boy or a girl?”
I turn off the game
and ask to go home,
my stomach sick with my inability to answer the question.

iii. I’m a junior in high school
and I’m walking to work
when someone shouts after me,
“are you a boy or a girl?”
I plug in my headphones
and pray that the last quarter mile goes faster.

iv. its freshman year of college
and someone in my dorm whispers to his roommate,
just loud enough for me to hear,
“is that a boy or a girl?”
later that month
I return from work to find
“lezzie” scrawled across my door.
it happens over and over again
for a hellish month
before I give up and move to a different building.

v. I am working at a job I love,
coloring a picture of a unicorn
and watching a seven year old’s magic tricks
when I feel staring.
a group of kids,
no older than six or seven,
are staring at me and whispering.
I walk over to see what they’re doing
and one asks me,
“are you a boy or a girl?”
when I tell them it doesn’t matter,
they begin to fight among themselves
to determine my gender.
one says,
“you look like a boy but your voice is like a girl.”
another adds,
“I bet it’s a girl.”
one points out,
“I think it’s a girl, it has boobs.”
I leave the room to collect myself
and the children follow,
determined to find out my gender.
I wonder how this would be different
if these fifth graders were my college classmates
or people following me as I walk home.

I just want to escape being asked
if I am a boy or a girl.