#non binary moon

[yaneu]

☆﹕non binary moon flag .ᐟ

a flag for enbies that are the moon or whose identity is connected with being the moon ^^

[snitforsnat]

part 2 -  snail themed pride banners! FREE to use! ko-fi download part 1

[gummy22]

Can someone explain to me why so many enbys (including myself) LATCHED onto sun and moon bc holy hell what chemicals did they put into those two it was like on sight for all of us????

[piowasthere]

'i like women!' he yells when none of his crushes r even female smh IN VRCHAT

there was this little moment in the Date, Merry, Kill ep where he yelled that and this was what immediately came to my mind and never left so i finally got around to making it kekw

this is also your annual reminder that Gemini is enby, and we should respect that and give more love to enby characters😊❤️✨

anyway alts under

the only reason i even included the VRC thing is cuz the structure of this ended up looking way too much like a thumbnail lmaoo

[meirimerens]

don't remember when where or how I read an interrogation about how blood could still be given to the earth and that human sacrifices would be needed to keep the herbs growing (likely paraphrasing because as mentioned above i don't rember💀) but I've always thought [regardless of if the narrative is based enough to mean it] that

menstrual blood. evident to me at least.

[tea-cat-arts]

The fans should do the uterus having heroes a solid and will them into not having to deal with period cramps

[nozomisumino]

The aliens after their transgender surgeries in prison.

[boredzillenial]

Dresses

Drabble Synopsis: afab!reader feeling dysphoric trying on dresses to attend a friends wedding, supportive Steven as always 🥰

*Could be non-binary or gender fluid reader. Mentions of body dysphoria, embarrassment

Author’s note: lil self indulgence while I’m feeling crummy

Steven didn’t miss much when it came to your anxiety, especially not today. He holds your hand with a firmer grip than usual as you both make your way down the shopping center. “I’m sure you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He says softly “We could find a nice jumper or a pantsuit for their wedding, yeah?”

You gulp down the lump in your throat and shake your head, eyes locked on the ground. “It’s just a dress.”

He steps in-front of you for a moment and lifts your chin, “It’s not just a dress love, not if you’re this nervous.”

Stubbornness flashes as you hold his gaze, “Yes, it is.”

“Alright, lead on.” Steven smiles softly and steps aside, opting to follow quietly beside you. As you both continue on though it’s you who holds his hand a bit tighter.

As soon as the glass doors of the boutique open the strong scent of perfume and slightly too loud music hit your senses. Then came all the colors.

Rack and racks of bright tops, ruffled dresses and sleek gold jewelry line the walls. In the middle sat a small collection of lounge chairs in-front of a large curved mirror.

“Do you want some space love?” He asks softly, nudging your arm to draw your attention.

“Ah, y-yeah.” You nod, hesitantly letting go of his hand and watching as he goes to sit in one of the plush chairs. “Okay, you got this.” You murmur before tentatively thumbing the closest rack of fabrics.

The soft textures calm your nerves, at least these feel like they’ll be comfortable. But as you pull things out the hyper feminine cuts and repeated ruching has your determination wavering.

“Finding everything okay dear?” A short older woman with a small name tag on her pillowy blouse chirps behind you, sending you with a gasp into the brightly colored tops.

“Shit! Sorry yeah ah, Susan, just looking for a dress.“

“Oh silly, the dresses are this way. Come with me!” She takes your arm and pulls you along to the other side of the shop.

Steven watches wide eyed when you pass him. An awkward smile and shrug cross your features as she tugs you along.

“Alright darling let’s see,” she eyes you up and down, “ah yes - with your figure I think these will do nicely.” She pulls dress after dress, laying them across your arms.

After she’s stacked several dresses in your arms she leads you over to one of the few dressing rooms. Steven perks up and looks eagerly at the pile in your grasp. “Feeling ambitious are we?”

“She is,” you chuckle and nod to Susan who’s opened the dressing room door.

“Come now your sweetheart will be right here waiting to see too.” She waves you inside and shuts the door behind you with a quiet click.

Unease creeps in the empty space as you hang up the dresses on the nearby hooks. You take a shuddering breath and glance at your reflection staring opposite you. “You got this.” The quiet reassurance feels hollow now that it’s actually time to try things on. How could fabric be so, unnerving…

You undress with your back to the mirror. Tossing the first dress overhead, pulling it down to about where you think it should be before turning to face your own reflection.

“Ohh, okay.” You gulp

“How it going? Ready to show and tell?” Susan’s voice lilts through the tight slats in the door.

“Ah,” you hum and glance down, heat rising to your face as you realize just how much cleavage this dress accentuates.

“Come now your beau is waiting!”

“Alright.” You step out, and Steven’s face says it all. A wash of pink creeps up his neck and paints his cheeks.

“Oh wow…” he moves to stand only to sit and cross his legs with a chuckle “You look, great.”

As you step out in-front of the multi angled full body mirror everything you usually de-emphasis is on full display. And while Steven is all too excited to see your assists flaunted in the flowey fabric your fretful movements and expression have him quickly losing his enthusiasm.

“But I mean, let’s see the rest yeah?” He urges, snapping you out of your whirling doubt long enough so you can make it into the privacy of the dressing room.

You yank the dress over your head and pull over the next. The neckline isn’t nearly as revealing but it clings closer to your curves. From the front it isn’t awful though. You poke your head out and step infront of the faceted mirror again. “This one isn’t bad I think?”

As you turn to get Stevens reaction his expression is wide eyed and that blush has deepened a shade. “Yeah ah, did you look at the back?”

You turn, turmoil roils in your belly and sends you speed walking back safety. As you press your forehead against the dressing room door the image flashes in your mind, ruching down the back went all the way down the cleft of another asset you weren’t looking to highlight.

Quicker than the last you yank the dress off, losing your footing and stumbling. A loud thud resounds in the silence as your head connects with the wall.

“Sweetheart?” Steven calls softly from the other side. “Can you let me in?”

You stifle your sniffles as tears prick your eyes from the ache in your head. You crack the door open just enough for him to come inside and close it quickly behind him.

Stevens expression softens as he sees the frustration and embarrassment carved into your features. “Shhh come here love.” He murmurs, pulling you into a tight embrace.

He nuzzles against your hair, peppering kisses across your temple. “I just - this shouldn’t be so hard…” you whimper into his shoulder, returning his hug with a tight embrace of your own.

“I know, it’s okay.” He coos, “we can leave when you’re ready.”

“Can I- try one more? Just in here, with you.” You murmur.

“Sweetheart we can do whatever you’d like.” He tightens his grip a moment before taking a step back to better read your expression. “Which one.”

You turn, glancing over the remaining dressing to pull one out. The soft emerald velvet brushes against your fingertips, “This one, I think.”

As you turn back to him Stevens sat in the chair in the corner, legs crossed once again and the deep blush returning to pepper his cheeks. “Sorry love, you are in your underwear.” He chuckles and nods to your hands. “That one looks nice.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, shimmying the soft fabric over your head and into place across your body.

The deep green fabric falls into place, a faux turtle neckline, chest completely covered and somehow even de-emphasized a bit. Hope rises in your eyes as you admire how the cut makes your shoulders look a little wider, how it shows some curves but the rich, deep color make it hard to highlight anything but a strong silhouette.

A soft sigh from behind you has you meeting Steven’s gaze in the mirror, “You look incredible. And - well-“

“I look like me, I think.” You murmur. “Could use a jacket for when it’s cold, or a shawl,”

“Or me,” He says with a smirk as he wraps his arms around your middle and appreciates the sight of you.

“Cheeky,” you lean back and peck his cheek before turning in his arms, “but yes, I will be keeping you close I suppose.”

“You suppose?” He pokes your sides a bit as he nuzzles into your neck. “You better.”

“I promise.” You smirk, “but we have another difficult task today…” Steven leans back and looks at you quizzically. You sigh and press your forehead against his, “Shoes.”

~~~~~~~~~~

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[haich-slash-cee]

The banned Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur trans episode

Perhaps you want to watch a 22 min children's cartoon episode about a trans girl overcoming adversary with the help of her friends (and then you cry about this*).

*The crying is a recommendation, just to be clear. It's a happy ending and the crying is because of that. Crying enjoyers, pspspsps.

Edit: see https://drive.google.com/file/d/1sY88ZH6gLf6cKotI2o0ut-5rI1w18YZu/view instead!

Thank you @bkmaysey

The original archive.org link below stopped working :(

BTW I'm calling this emotional hurt/comfort, emphasis on the comfort (for those who are interested in whump labels).

[athena-gundampla]

non binary sailor moon gundam

[gummysunnybear]

*pushes my transfem sun headcanons onto the table*

I would like to show you this very wonderful headcanon I have!

*slowly pushes my transfem nebula headcanon next to it*

This too! :3

*pushes my nonbinary Taurus headcanon above the two others*

And this :>

*slowly pushes all my headcanons onto the table*

I wish to share these :D

[what-the-girlfriends]

me when ben was loyal when he flipped the switch and he ran the press and he took the risk now he’s left behind while his friends got rich (jealousy can be a son of a bitch)

[bagerfluff]

Espeon & Umbreon: Matchmakers Supreme

Aged Up Gladion x Non-Binary Reader

Prompt - Confessions

“Not again”, you sighed.

You glanced down at your Espeon as they rubbed themselves against an Umbreon. This was the fifth time this had happened and it was only Wednesday. You knew this Umbreon, it belongs to a trainer that you might have a little crush on.

You’ve seen him training at the beach. You never got the courage to talk to him. The first time you even talked to him was because your Espeon had run up to his Umbreon.

Unlike you, Espeon has more than enough courage. You had really tried to confess, but you never did. He was so cool and a little weird but you liked him. So you stared at the two Pokémon as they cuddled with each other, waiting for him to come.

“Umbreon?” You looked up at the voice to see him, Gladion, that was his name. Standing at the edge of the forest. Gladion looked as amused as you did, which was not amused at all. “Hey Gladion”, you said.

Trying to keep the blushing down.

Gladion didn’t look at you, just at the two Pokémon. Next to Gladion was his Lycanroc. The Lycanroc looked a little more amused than the two of you. “So how was your day?” You asked, knowing that it could be a while till the Pokémon wanted to leave.

“Good”, Gladion deadpanned. That was all you ever got. You wanted to get to know him better but he never talked to you. You were starting to give up. You didn’t speak for the rest of the encounter. Just waited till Espeon walked back to your side.

You said goodbye and left. You sped walked away till you were sure that Gladion couldn’t hear you. “Damn it”, you said. You were angry that you didn’t say anything. You should have at least asked to have a battle. You didn’t want to admit it but you watched Gladion when he trained.

Gladion was a really powerful trainer.

Plus, you wanted to know the name of the other Pokémon he had. You had never seen it and even the Pokedex didn’t know. You sighed and sat down at a bench that seemed to appear at the perfect time. Espeon jumped up on the bench and looked at you with a sad face.

You glanced over at them and petted their head. “Are you doing this on purpose?” You asked and Espeon smiled. You shook your head. You placed your arms on your legs and looked down at the floor. You sighed again and closed your eyes.

Why couldn’t you confess? You’ve done it before and have gotten rejected before. You weren’t that scared of being rejected. Maybe it was because you thought Gladion was really good looking.

Maybe you were deeper than you thought?

Unbeknownst to you, Gladion was having the same problem.

He had walked back to the beach where he was training but he didn’t start training again. He just sat down and stared at the sand. His face was a little red and he was glaring at nothing. Gladion thought you were good looking too.

But Gladion had no idea how to tell you or what to do with his feelings. This was all too confusing and new for Gladion. So Gladion didn’t do anything. He didn’t talk when he saw you. He didn’t look at you. And he didn’t say anything when he saw you watching him while he was training.

Gladion had no idea what to do.

It made him angry. You always smiled at him and made a point to talk to him. Gladion never responded with more than one word answer but you never stopped. Every time you smile it makes Gladion red in the face. You two weren’t even really friends.

You two have seen each other around. You were also trying to complete all of the Island Challenges. But that was it. Gladion had always found you interesting. He just didn’t know it meant he liked you until he talked to you for the first time.

The first time Umbreon and Espeon took a liking to each other. Gladion wanted to avoid you, avoid his feelings but with Umbreon always finding you and your Espeon. Gladion looked out onto the sea. The waves splashed against the shore line.

Washing Pokémon onto the beach every once and a while. Gladion watched this and let out a sigh. Umbreon was watching all of this. Umbreon knew that their trainer had a crush. They wanted Gladion to confesses but Gladion was a bit stubborn. So without Gladion realizing.

Umbreon left to find Espeon, and you.

You were still sitting on the bench questioning your life when you heard Espeon jump off the bench. You glanced up to see Umbreon standing in front of Espeon. Your eyes widened and you jumped off the bench.

They were talking to each other and you could see worry on Umbreon's face. “Wha-”, you couldn’t finish your question before both of the Pokémon took off running. You ran after them yelling at them to slow down.

You ran with them though the town, through the forest, and eventually to the beach. When you got to the beach you stopped moving but Espeon and Umbreon didn’t. They kept running all the way to Gladion.

Who was sitting near the shore line. You only saw his back but you could tell that he was staring out onto the sea. Why did Umbreon go to you? Why did Espeon follow? Why did you follow? You watched in silence as Espeon and Umbreon walked up next to Gladion.

Umbreon on the right and Espeon on the left. Gladion noticed Umbreon first and turned his head to look at them. You couldn’t hear what he was saying but you could see his mouth moving. Umbreon gestures to Gladion’s other side so Gladion looked to his other side.

The minute Gladion saw Espeon he looked around till he saw you standing where the forest met the beach. You both looked at each other. Gladion got up and Espeon ran back to you.

They walked behind you and started to hit your legs with their head. It didn’t hurt but it was prominent enough that it pushed you forward. “Hey hey hey”, you said while looking at Espeon.

When you looked up you saw that Umbreon was doing the same thing to Gladion. Gladion looked as amused as you. Once you and Gladion were only a few feet away from each other that’s when they stopped.

Espeon and Umbreon stopped pushing you two but they had a look on their faces. You couldn’t place it but you knew what Espeon was trying to tell you.

Confess.

You sighed. You regretted ranting to Espeon about your crush on Gladion. You looked up from Espeon to see Gladion looking at Umbreon. You suddenly got cold feet. You were scared and nervous. “Hey Gladion”, you said, trying to break the tension.

“Hey”, Gladion said back and that made you clench your fist. You should get this other with. Gladion was thinking the opposite. He wanted to run. He wanted to get out of here. He was blushing when he first saw you.

Gladion was right now glaring at Umbreon.

He knew what Umbreon was trying to do, and he hated it. Both Espeon and Umbreon shoved their heads against the both of you again. This pushed you and Gladion closer, so close that you were sharing air when you breathed.

You both looked up at the same time and both of you blushed. You were looking right into Gladion's eye, those bangs looked annoying. Gladion’s eyes looked beautiful though.

A shining green that puts emeralds to shame.

But you wanted to look into both of Gladion’s eyes. So you did. You had no idea what came over you but you reached up and brushed Gladion’s bangs out of his face. You held them out of the way and looked into both of his eyes.

You noticed Gladion’s blush spread to his ears. It looked cute. Gladion didn’t protest what you were doing but you felt him tense. So you drew your hands away and let the bangs fall back. “I like you”, you said.

They came out of nowhere but they were perfect. Gladion blushed more and looked away so you couldn’t see it. Gladion stumbled over words but you knew what he was trying to say. You understood why Gladion never looked at you or talked to you. And you had Umbreon and Espeon to thank for that. 

“It’s okay”, you smiled at Gladion, “I know”

[selene-moonie]

them: why are you so ok with the lgbtq+?

the mfs i was watching from age 8-15

[james-p-sullivan]

Jungle Moon - S05E12

[cool-now-destroy-it]

Lads, ladies and absolutely everything in between, gather round, gather close!

For I must confess my most grievous apologies to the world. How utterly selfish of me, a mere shadow of existence, to dare to draw breath in a society so deeply, so profoundly inconvenienced by the likes of me. You see, being trans? Why, it’s hardly an ordeal at all!

Of course, it does not weigh on me, not in the slightest. It’s not as if my identity is treated like a stain to be scrubbed out or a weed to be plucked from the pristine garden of humanity.

Oh, no, no, no, far be it from me to suggest such a thing.

How terrifying it must be for you, oh brave protectors of the binary! To see me breathing, walking, persisting. An abomination in your orderly little world of pink and blue. I can only imagine the unbearable agony of your fear. You must lie awake at night, staring at your pristine ceilings, haunted by the specter of my pronouns.

I couldn’t possibly comprehend how terribly frightened you all must be of us. Truly, I am sorry to have unsettled you with my mere existence. What a burden it must be to see us, to hear us, to know we walk among you! The audacity! I shudder to think of the terror you feel when we, oh, I don’t know, ask to be called by our names or request not to be killed. Such radical demands, no wonder you’re all quaking in your boots!

Our pain, our suffering, our daily torment? A mere trifle! It’s not as though I wake every morning to find the weight of my identity pressing against my chest. It's not like its a scream buried so deep in my chest that I can feel it scraping my ribs every time I breathe. It’s not like we carry this anguish around like a warm, familiar blanket, clinging to it, wrapping ourselves in it, because at least it stays with us, at least it doesn’t turn away.

But please, tell me more about your suffering. Tell me how hard it is for you to live in a world where people like me exist. Tell me how we threaten your values, your traditions, your fragile sense of reality. Tell me how inconvenient it is to acknowledge that we are human, that we are here, that we are not going anywhere.

Let me assure you, with all the venom we can muster, we will not stop fighting and we will not stop living, no matter how much it offends you.

Because heres the thing: your fear, your hatred, your desperate, grasping need to erase us? It is nothing. It is hollow. It is the pathetic whimper of a world that knows it is dying.

And I, for one, plan to dance on its grave.