#ftmblr

[blinkey]

amen

[luxiomahariel]

the transandrophobia has hit the ftmblr

anyway the most common name that trans women pick is lily which is an awesome fucking name even if it is common

i know so many trans women named lily and not a single trans man named kai

who the fuck cares if a name is common or unique, they picked the name out themselves that they really liked and you shitting on their name choice is just straight up fucking transphobic, especially since trans guys already get SO MUCH SHIT for their names.

do fucking better.

[sidecast-text]

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[midwestemokilledmygrandma]

i do think for the world to be a better place that is more accepting of trans people that we have to stop assuming people who are gnc are automatically trans/going to realise they are trans/going to grow up to be trans.

not even in a gatekeeping being trans way because anyone can be trans and if you say you are trans then.. you are.

but acting like trans people are the only gnc people in society really reinforces both the sex and gender binaries when it is truly not that serious.

normalise exploration of gender idk... bcs also not all cis crossdressers or cis gnc ppl are our allies and putting them byproxy into trans spaces is quite dangerous 4 us as well

not to be like "let cis ppl be gnc!!" bcs obviously this is a very internetification of an issue bcs in the real world cis gncness is obviously way more accepted than transness but in trans spaces online I do rly think we need to stop equating being gender non conforming with being trans

[tankscorner]

learning my mother would not care if i died has single handedly given me enough reason and strength to live. i'm going to transition and be happy. and it won't fucking kill me.

[trannycabal]

What happened to the Peacock admin from @tmasc-confessions is genuinely fucking disgusting and it’s insane that TRFs can just get away with blatant antisemitism as long as they disguise it under “oh no I just hate all men so that includes transmascs” (Which shouldn’t even make any SENSE but they have their weird delusions that we’re mostly Jewish people?!!! I dunno any Jewish transmascs irl!!!!)

Remember how the Nazis used to believe that Jews were at the root of “degeneracy” such as transgenderism? Remember that? Remember how they thought trans people were either Jews OR had been influenced by us?

That’s exactly how you sound when you say shit like “transmascs are the Israelis of the trans community” or “if we killed all transmascs Jumblr would be empty”. You sound like a Nazi!

[anxietycreation]

My moustache is positively prepubescent and I'm so excited

[punctatum]

Leave all Your Lovin’ Behind

Javier Escuella x ftm!reader

Notes: Back with a shameless self insert reader!

Warnings: Whump, time accurate transphobia (no slurs), reference to sex, reader gets outed

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64507810

PROLOGUE

The gang was sitting around the campfire when the sun set, Javier playing a gentle melody on his guitar. You were doing some chores, cutting up some meat for Pearson. Dutch called you over, and Pearson grumbled to himself, rolling his eyes as he resumed your work.

Wiping the blood from your hands, you made your way over to Dutch. “Yeah?” You voiced, curious as to why he was calling you over. “I don’t think… that we have room for somebody like you in the gang anymore.” Dutch’s words were regretful, but they pierced you like a freshly sharpened knife. “What do you mean?” Your voice cracked. “I mean… people who aren’t what their body tells them they are.” Dutch explained, not being able to meet your eyes.

You had not told Dutch that you were transgender. “How did you-“ You cut off your words when you saw Micah lingering in the background, and shot him a glare. “Fucking rat!” You yelled, lunging for him. “Crazy! This… thing is crazy!” Micah countered. Standing up, Javier made his way to the scene. “What’s going on?” He grabbed your shoulders, and pulled you away from Micah.

“It attacked me!” Micah accused dramatically. “Y/n’s not an it.” Javier shot back, but Dutch shook his head. “Javier, there’s too many mouths to feed and…” Dutch paused his words when Javier glared at him. “The weight of having somebody like y/n in our camp will make things more difficult.” He crossed his arms when he finished his explanation.

Desperately looking at Javier, you became more and more nervous. Were they really going to kick you out? “Micah, I trusted you!” Javier growled. Now you were plain confused. “What do you mean, Javi?” You murmured. “I… Well, he’s my friend, you know? I told him…” Your mouth dropped open at Javier’s confession. You knew that he didn’t mean anything bad by it, but he didn’t understand the severity of somebody knowing your secret.

“Javier, don’t fucking tell people that!” Your voice raised in volume. Javier knew he was in deep shit now, you only ever called him Javi. “You realise what could happen? My life is on the line if people know!” Micah chuckled at your scared words. “Poor Javi’s life is on the line… if he associates with one of you.” He reminded you. “He’s better off with us.”

Javier hesitated before shaking his head. He couldn’t disagree with Dutch, let alone Micah. “You dipshit! You!” You shoved Javier back. The night previous, the two of you were in bed together, bodies pressed against each other, lips exploring each other’s skin. That was thrown away, all because Micah’s good at convincing people. “I thought…” You held back tears, you couldn’t look more pathetic. “Don’t.” Javier mumbled. You shoved him back again, making him fall to the ground. The others had stood now, wondering what the commotion was.

“YOU PRICK!” You shouted, shoving Javier back down onto the ground as he tried to rise again. “See this violent thing?” Micah announcedL to the rest of the camp. “We can’t have it messing up our… community. Can we?”

The last thing you remember was being shouted at by the gang, and stumbling out of the camping spot, stealing a horse, and galloping away.

[frankies-ramblings]

YOUR HONOR, MY CLIENT IS NOT FETISHIZING GAY MEN! THIS FUJOSHI IS A TRANSMAN!!

[midwestemokilledmygrandma]

I know lgbt discourse is inherently irrational, chronically online and pedantic but one discourse I keep seeing that baffles me is transandrophobia discourse. bcs ppl r acting like it does not exist, and it seems fairly obvious that trans men r discriminated against in different ways than trans women but also in similar ways, hence the existence of transmisogyny but also just. transphobia. like idk I have lived in the world as a trans man for 10 years and have experienced discrimination both differently and similarly to my trans women friends and peers. seems like common sense rly and I know discourse being chronically online is fork found in kitchen but some of u need to go outside idk

[swankytigre]

After being “ladied” several times despite not looking like a lady and attributing it to my gigantic chest size, I finally bought a few binders.

They arrived today so naturally I decided to actually take a lunch and drive home to put one on (added benefit of seeing @coelii and Sebastian since they’re painting today). Im not a super excitable person and it definitely takes a little time for things to grow on me, so it probably seemed like I was pretty indifferent about it upon walking out. Honestly I was just glad it fit since I don’t think I’ve EVER bought something a size medium to contain the melons (regardless of how thin/fat I was).

BUT I just went to the store and ran across the road from the work parking lot WITHOUT jiggling and holy shit that was pretty fucking rad.

[juice-sub]

just got fucked so hard i cried

happy weekend puppies 🩵🩵🩵

[punctatum]

Leave All Your Lovin’ Behind

Javier x ftm!reader Chapter 2

Warnings/notes: Rushed, reader is rejected, I might be projecting, fantasies, smut.

Word count: 846

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64507810/chapters/166857298

You still refused to believe John’s news, that Javier was a cold-blooded killer. You know he outed you to Micah, but that was probably the worst thing he did during your time together.

Since that day, you read the newspapers more often, and Javier’s name made the front page every other week. You would frown every time Bonnie McFarlane left a paper on your bedside table, and Javier’s face was the first thing that greeted you. Seeing Javier’s face should have cheered you up, but not when it was due to some atrocity he committed.

You found yourself cutting out the images of Javier that were in the newspapers. Was it weird? Definitely, but you couldn’t help yourself. The cut-outs were stashed in your draw. One thing that baffled you is why you couldn’t hate him. You read about what he did every day, yet you still wanted to hold him.

“John.” You greeted your friend, feeling slightly guilty. “I didn’t mean to get so snappy the other day.” The two of you hadn’t talked since. “It’s alright, I get it.” John assured you. “I just.. if you knew…” You looked away. “Well, I’ve got all day for you to tell me.” John decided.

“Javier and I were lovers.” You admitted while forking hay into a wheelbarrow. “He was the gentlest man.” John laughed at that statement. “Javier and gentle are not two words I’d put in the same sentence.” He commented, and you shook your head. “Before Micah became… himself, Javier was the most gentle man I knew.” You explained, looking off into the distance wistfully. “That’s why I can’t believe everything he’s done. The way he used to hold me, there’s no way those hands could have committed those crimes.” John frowned at your words. “You’d be surprised.”

“I ain’t exactly the gentlest.” John added. “But, when I’m with Abigail, you wouldn’t think I was a gunslinger.” You smiled softly at the thought, and let out a chuckle. “Never took you for the domestic type.” You teased. “Well I never exactly took you for the tender type.” John shot back in response. “I mean last time you saw Javier, you shoved him to the ground.” He chimed in. The memory made your heart twang. “That’s different, that wasn’t Javier’s fault, well… it was, but it was mostly Micah’s.” You explained. “If it wasn’t for Micah, I wouldn’t have had to run away.” You mumbled. John smirked. “Maybe you would have had to.” He suggested. “Most of ‘em ran away when Dutch went crazy.” You sighed. “That’s true.”

“John.” You whisper-shouted. The night was cold and dark, you had found out where John was staying. Maybe you could chance it. “Mmm…” John grumbled, his eyes fluttering open. “Y/n, what’s this?” He asked, his vision adjusting to his surroundings. “I can’t sleep, John.” You stepped closer, slowly. “I- I want you.” You murmured.

John’s mouth fell open. He looked absolutely appalled. “What?” He laughed, but realised how rude that was, and froze. “I’m a married man.” He reminded you, and you looked to the floor ashamed. “I know, but I… don’t really know anyone else around here.” Your tone was timid. “With all the stress lately…” Your hand reached to the collar of your shirt. “Woah, okay, no.” John rubbed his hand over his eyes. “I get it. I really do get it, but I’m married.” John repeated. “I don’t want you.” The words shouldn’t have crushed you, but they did. You knew that John would reject you, but you had to try. Yet now you failed.

“Right, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” You stepped backwards, almost walking into the door. “I’m sorry, John.” You repeated, and he chuckled. “It’s alright, just don’t try that bullshit again.”

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. It was your mantra as you walked back to your bedroom. How could you even think that would work?! Maybe because it worked plenty of times before, but John was a married man — a loyal married man. Possibly the loyalist man you had ever met! And Abigail, she would have killed him if she found out, and then you.

Fighting the urge to slam the door, you gently pushed it closed. “Oh, I’m so dumb!” You whispered to yourself, flopping down onto your bed. “Damn, why did I do that?” You rolled to your side. “I don’t even have feelings for John.”

Despite your words, you couldn’t help but think about what would have happened if John said yes. You’d be on top of him, your cunt sinking down onto his dick as your hips rolled. What noises would John make? Soft, little moans as you rode him. Or maybe you’d push him up against the wall and fuck him there. Afterwards you’d get on your knees just for one last orgasm.

Hitting the side of your head with your palm, you rolled over again in bed, and sighed. “Well, I can’t help it if he’s easy on the eyes.” You murmured. “But he’s married.” You concluded before drifting to sleep.

[trannycabal]

🪳🪳🪳🪳 YOU'RE SO UNAPOLOGETIC LIKE ME AND IT'S SO WONDERFUL more trans guys should be like this

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(the roaches are an otherkin thing don't mind them)

I LOVE THE ROACHES🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳 I SHALL CHERISH THEM FOREVER

ALSO YAY. THANK YOU. Yes I agree we all need to be louder and more angry and also more whimsical. ROACH ATTACK 🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳🪳

[i-bleed-ichor3]

big fat hairy men please NEVER take ozempic there are thousands of transsexual fags who need you in their lives