On Colors And Being Different And Not Being Enough For Yourself

hey if you're trans in the us i love you. hey if you're queer in the us i love you. hey if you're a person of color in the us i love you. hey if you're a woman in the us i love you. hey if you're disabled in the us i love you. i love you i love you i love you

so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch

Reblog if you think trans women:

A. Are women

B. Can be lesbians

I really think it's awful to say that Tonks changed or transformed parts of herself to look more like Sirius in order to be loved by Remus, as if she herself didn't deserve it already.

I want one of those scenes in a dude bro film where “tomboy” chick has to wear a dress to go undercover or whatever, but instead of the guys drooling as she walks down the stairs, they’re like “k. U need to stop. Go put the cargo pants back on. You look super uncomfortable and awkward in that. Brutus, you go be the fake prostitute.”

I always feel like somebody's watching me...

Why am I like this? I didn't do anything I wanted to do today, but all I do is feeling sad again.

Why am I like this? I want to be blown away by the fall wind, but all i do is feeling sad again.

Why am I like this? I try to do things to get myself together, but all I do is feeling sad again.

Why am I like this? I lost so much time, meant to help me, but all I do is feeling sad again.

You're about to close on your very own, suspiciously affordable and comfortable house. Just before you sign the contract, the realtor shows you the required legal disclosure: your new house is haunted by the type of presence you'll get from this spinner wheel.

Of course it is.

sirius got a tattoo for regulus first.

his second were the antlers for james, on his hip. later, he added flowers twining round them, representing effie and monty, climbing up his side. his new family, intertwined and growing.

later, there would come the moon for remus, and the waves for peter.

but before any of that, traced in fine lines on the inside of his left wrist, he got the leo constellation. for the brother he missed so dearly, in honour of the name regulus gave himself, whispered into sirius' ear the night before he ran away. the deciding factor; regulus would be allowed to transition, to be himself, only if sirius left. the blacks needed a son. regulus would be better at it than sirius ever was.

sirius would miss him forever, regardless. but at least this way, he’d have something.