I'm Still Here Hon, Still Here

...not gonna cry

...not gonna cry

...NoT gOnNa CRY

…at least the good ones can.”

—Ryan O’Connell

A very insidious form of transmisogony is that there can never be a positivity post for trans women without people (usually afab trans people) either derailing it OR reminding them about terfs and it’s ONLY for trans women- it’s much less often that anyone will mention “transphobes don’t look at this” on posts for trans MEN.

Trans women can’t exist without everyone reminding them that someone out their hates them, even people in their communities, and we as allies HAVE to do better. Instead of saying “terfs don’t look at this” or whatever preformative allyship floats your boat- deplatorm terfs, block them and STOP ENGAGING, and uplift trans fem voices!!!

As a Jew I rarely see “Nazis don’t even breathe on this post” when it’s Jewish positivity, but I ALWAYS see it on anything even REMOTELY related to trans fem things. It’s transmisogony, simple as that

Stan and Eddie Not dying in Chapter Two

Reblog if you agree

Reblog if you’re into any of these

13 Reasons Why

American Horror Story

Anne

Archer

Awkward

Between

Buffy

Eyewitness

Faking It

FTWD

Firefly

Game of Thrones

GirlBoss

Girl Meets World

Glee

Gossip Girl

Gotham

Mr. Robot

Riverdale

Sense8

Single By 30

Shadow Hunters

Skam

Stranger Things

Suits

Supernatural

Sweet Vicious

Teen Wolf

The Mist

The Originals

The Shannara Chronicles

The Vampire Diaries

The 100

Under The Dome

Vikings

Wynonna Earp

Z Nation

I really need to follow new blogs

Also I write fanfiction and will do so for any of these so if you wanna request some stuff that’d be great

Jim Hopper reblog if you agree

"They'll forget what you said. They'll forget what you did. But they'll never forget how you made them feel."

- Unknown (to me lol)

Fear shouldn't have the power to consume you. You should have the strength to consume your fear.

As someone who had to deal with grief at an early age, I’ve found that it never truly dissipates. Grief doesn’t end. It simply builds. After the flood of “caring” neighbors and forgotten friends stop coming, you’re stuck with the quiet. Forced to think of the big life moments your lost will never see and the absence of new memories. Then, the old memories make their way. That one song that reminds you of that one fishing trip. The smell of their favorite dish. The bluebirds that they told you to never trust, despite their beauty. The bitter sweetness of the remembrance of when that person was still present is the hardest form of grief to feel. It is never ending.

*holds breath*

You Have about three minutes to live, but every time you breathe it resets.

Agreed

Do you know who’s an Icon ???

Finn Wolfhard