Also Btw Trump Recognizing Only "the Two Biological Sexes" Harms Intersex People Too. I Am A Researcher

Gifts for the king

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punkpool and spiderpunk inspired by this post

Went to Tommy’s Atlanta show earlier so I’m posting this now. This is part of a gift I made for him :)

This is part of a light box art thing where it includes a light you can switch on and off— when you switch it on the rest of the artwork appears. I’ll reblog this post with more about that but for now I share the drawing !! :D

Another completed drawing! Nick and Charlie ofc 🤍

Done in graphite pencil

inspired by a friend misspeaking

Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

i love you fanfic authors that write AUs. i love you fanfic authors that write canon. i love you fanfic authors that write unhinged things specific to their niche interests. i love you fanfic authors that write against the grain of fanon interpretation. i love you fanfic authors that add to fanon interpretation in even more rich ways. i love you fanfic authors with low self confidence, with all the confidence in the world, with 3000 subscribers, with 2 subscribers, who have written a million words and ones that have written 100. i love you fanfic authors who haven't written a word yet but the stories are still knocking around inside your head. i love you fanfic authors!!!!!!!

Gender Dysphoria 

Its not like you don't like the way you look, it not that you can't change who you are. It's the fact that you hate yourself, it's the fact that every fucking moment you hate the look of your chest, too flat or big

You hate the look of your hair, to feminine, to masculine. You hate the shape of your body, the way your eyes are tired and the way you are perceived, 

You hate the Dysphoria it gives you to be called a boy or a girl. You cringe every fucking time someone calls you she, or he. You hate yourself, so fucking much and it hurts. It hurts so much to sit and cry in my bathroom floor, my parents asking what's wrong, everyone asking what happens to the little girl or boy that I used to know.

 And then you give them the answer, the answer that you dread, the answer that lingers in the back of your mind, the answer that they force you to hear.

And sometimes it feels good to hear the words that you hate, 

But other times it's just as painful then when you say it in your head.