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why genderbends are transphobic: a tl;dr version

they assume every character is cis by default

99.9% of the time nonbinary identities are ignored and the only two genders used are male and female

they imply that in order for someone to be a certain gender, their body has to change to fit it (i.e., a character can’t go from male to female without having wider hips and breasts)

they imply physical characteristics = gender

all of the above are examples of cissexism, which perpetuates the marginalization and erasure of trans people

stop arguing with trans people about whether genderbends are transphobic or not, especially if you’re cis

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nicknames: soph

zodiac: pisces sun, gemini moon, scorpio rising

height: 160cm / 5′3″

time: 2:08pm

favorite band / artist: bangtan sonyeondan (bts). fall out boy. maroon 5. the weeknd.

song stuck in my head: ‘i feel it coming’ by the weeknd and ‘anpanman’ by bts

last movie i saw: the fourth kind

last thing i googled: hoseok gif icons

other blogs: @fcukbcy (multimuse)

do i get asks: not lately! but i’ve been on hiatus for a year so.

why did i choose this username: it think it looks pretty

following: 52 + looking for more moots !

average amount of sleep: ..... like 4 - 8

what i’m wearing: grey sweats, band tee, tata + mang hoodie.

dream job: detective chief inspector 

dream trip: ireland, italy, egypt.

favorite food: spicy food / chocolate 

play any instruments: piano and drums

eye color: dark brown

hair color: almost black

languages you speak: english, a little spanish. learning korean.

most iconic song: ‘backstreet’s back’ by the backstreet boys. 

random fact: i am obsessed with crime dramas and watch them exclusively :/

describe yourself as aesthetic things: neon lights, blood red moon, starry sky, pixels and 8-bit, leather and red lipstick, the silence of space, glitch effects on movies, black roses, 

tagged by: nobody i’m alone :( tagging: @hisoneweakness, @shrffgrimes, @spillcdblood, @servivals, @fewmistakes, @wonknot, @shefiights, @heirite + you, reading this !

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                                                 You don’t know me.                                                     Yep, you keep tellin’ yourself that.

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I am.

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hks ( hug, kiss, spoon ); daryl, carol, rosita

              ❛   hug daryl, kiss carol, & spoon rosita.   ❜

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aintashes:

          like a child’s glee over a favorite family member staying to visit for just one more day, daryl’s heart flips as he thinks seeing her around alexandria like he used to ( and he wonders: will she still wear those flowery blouses that both camouflaged and ostracized her ? ).

          he takes a moment to listen to her voice, committing every dip and every moment of inflection to memory; he realizes now that soon, memories might be all he has left of her.          ❛ you… got a place to stay ? ❜          he gestures vaguely to he houses around them, wondering if perhaps she has somewhere in mind—– if she would prefer to stay alone, or if she’d like company.

          then again, if she wanted company, daryl assumes she’d go to the man she left a note for. not him.

                 she’d not even thought about sleeping arrangements and the thought of having to spend time in these beautiful houses like she used to do make her stomach lurch uncomfortably   ---   she’s so used to being alone now  (  and she prefers it  )  and even though the houses are huge and, she suspects, much emptier now, she just wants desperately to go back to her little cottage in the middle of nowhere.

                  she’s made her choice though. she has to stay.

                  she looks at him now, noting the very subtle edge to his voice and his general stance,  (  she feels a pang of guilt    ---    is this her fault?  should she have left something behind for him?  ),  and flicks her eyes towards the old atlanta house where they all used to stay.  that world feels like a hundred years ago and she doesn’t know what to say, or even how to say it.           ❝    are any of them empty?    ❞        

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42/50 days of king ezekiel

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glenn rhee in every episode: 4x03 - isolation

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What can a female character do without being criticized mercilessly? 

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                  she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t looked for his face the moment the fighting was over, though sticking mostly with ezekiel and the kingdom  (  was that her new home now ? ), she mentally tried to count off the friends and loved ones she could immediately see. maggie was stood tall, so strong despite her grief and rick, he looks the same (  just tired, and she wonders if they all must look like that by now. )  the soft lull of voices has almost put her in a trance, as she wanders in and out of her own mind, considering just how .... numb she felt now about everything.

                   he was by her side before she realized that most of the other had started splitting off, but she feels no need to turn to him.  they stand in silence for a long while, and she doesn’t miss the furtive glances he sends her way every now and then, but she still refuses to speak first. what can she say that hasn’t already been said? his words are soft and comforting, like the feeling after you wake from a pleasant dream, and she only briefly meets his gaze to reply.         ❝   i don’t know.   ❞          it was a lazy answer, but in truth she knew that the war with negan and his men was far from over.         ❝   i’m needed here. for now.   ❞        

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          space. he knows that she needs space. and as maggie speaks to them all, to hilltop and the kingdom and alexandria with rick and ezekiel by her side, he doesn’t dare enter her bubble, opting to stand by the stage near the front of the group while carol stays in the back. it’s only when maggie has finished and the group has begun to disperse that daryl goes to her, falling into step by her side.

          at first, he doesn’t say anything, just looking at her out of the corner of his eye. much of their relationship is never spoken, and daryl feels that words are unnecessary when it comes to communicating with her. but lately, things have been so strange where carol is concerned: she doesn’t want to be home, she doesn’t want to see them, and daryl doesn’t understand why, even after talking to her that night in her new house. so this time, he speaks out first.          ❛ you goin’ back there ? ❜          he asks. daryl feels like he already knows the answer, but he just wants to talk to her, and to know for certain.

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You never really had a childhood.

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*carol will rise, motherfucker*

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psa:

if i fuck up anything in our post — be it a major point of your character history or just a tiny, nitpicky error — please go ahead and let me know. or if anything i wrote makes you uncomfortable as the writer i’ll change it immediately, no questions asked. or if my post makes it difficult for you to respond because it just doesn’t give you enough to get those creative juices flowing, that’s ok. i will be happy to provide more creative lubricant. come in my inbox.

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eric: calls aaron “babe”

me: ressurects

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where is she?