#lgbtq

[pansylair]

“We Have Always Survived” Cone 5.5 stoneware, underglaze, glaze, nichrome wire $1,500cad (SOLD!)

20% of sales profit will be split and go to a trans aid organization in Canada and the US.

Huge thank you to Martina Lantin for putting together this NCECA - (National Council on Education for the Ceramic Arts) exhibition “Beacon” at The Leonardo in Salt Lake City, Utah.

Exhibition runs March 25-29, opening Friday, March 28th 6-9 NCECA bus tours - Wednesday-Thursday Collector’s Bus Tour ONSITE: Thursday 1:35-2:35

Video link!

[groboart]

sgt. hot headed and his beloved lt. annoying

this one FEELS CRINGE but it took too long to not post. And you know what maybe love is cringe and that's okay 🙄

[terraswallows]

Trans girls will do anything except go to bed at a reasonable hour.

We’ll lie in bed staring at the ceiling, scrolling through old messages, overanalyzing every compliment we’ve ever received like they’re sacred texts. We’ll sit in front of the mirror at 2 AM, whispering sweet affirmations to our reflection, testing out new names under our breath just to see how they feel.

We’ll get lost in the glow of our screens, reading sapphic love stories, fantasizing about a world where we don’t have to explain ourselves—where a girl calls us hers without hesitation, without doubt. We’ll try on that one perfect outfit in the dead of night, twirling in the dim light of our room, feeling beautiful in a way we never let ourselves during the day.

We’ll stay up because sleep means letting go, and we’re not ready for that. Not when there’s still so much of ourselves to discover, to claim. Not when the night feels like the only time we can be unapologetically us.

Or maybe, just maybe, we’re staying up because we know she’s awake too. Somewhere out there, another restless trans girl is doing the same thing—scrolling, dreaming, waiting. And if we reach out, if we’re bold enough to send that late-night message, maybe we’ll both have a reason to sleep a little easier.

But not yet. Not tonight. There’s still too much to want, too much to feel.

And besides, who needs sleep when we could be whispering our deepest desires into the quiet of the night, where no one but the stars can hear?

[transbellaworld]

Can I be your trans 🏳️‍⚧️ girl

Girly dick yay or nay

Dm me for my menu let’s have fun

Telegram⤵️

@xts_bella

[tssalvatore]

Would you love to ride my sexy buldge or do I ride yours🥹

Text me on telegram to book my services

@ts_victoria

[dominiqueramseyart]

Vampire love 2019

[jenjen4280]

A little cuddle on the Metro on our way to dinner and the Spirit’s home opening match with my bffs. We’re not usually much for PDAs, which is why my friend snapped the photo.

[bdollbrittneys-blog]

Would u stroke me while u fuck me daddy?💦💦🍆

Chat me up on telegram, below is my telegram channel link to chat with me.

@Brittney_ts

Don’t forget to reblog

[vavoom-sorted-art]

quick psa

I needed some time to get my bearings, but, in light of recent events I want to make clear that I support everybody and everyone is welcome here on this page, no matter their gender, sexual orientation race or anything else.

I always strive to be a kind person who supports everyone and I hope I've shown that in the time I've been part of this fandom and can continue showing that in the future.

Fuck transphobes, fuck homophobes, fuck aphobes and cancel culture, yeah, fuck that too. thank you for listening.

If you don't agree with that, you can fuck right off, too.

Especially in these times we can't afford to tear our own community apart over nonsense. We need to stick together!

[inho-gihun]

gay sex. reblog if agree

[pansylair]

A video of “We Have Always Survived” at the “Beacon” exhibition of NCECA (National Congress on Education for the Ceramic Arts) at The Leonardo in Salt Lake City, Utah.

Documentation photos as well as further information and exhibition hours linked here!

[terraswallows]

Look at me. Listen.

You need to take that adorable transfem in your life—yes, her—and you need to pull her close, press her against you like she’s something precious (because she is). You need to stroke her hair, slow and gentle, let her melt into you like she belongs there. Rub slow circles into her back, let her know she’s safe, that she’s wanted. Hold her like a beloved stuffed animal, like something soft and cherished, like she’s the most natural thing in your arms.

Do you understand me?

Trans girls don’t just need love—they deserve it. They deserve to be held, to be kissed on the forehead like it’s second nature, to be reminded they are not too much or too little or wrong in any way. So take the girls in your life, the ones who make your heart race, the ones who make the world feel brighter just by being in it, and show them. Show them with warmth, with touch, with whispered affection. Let them feel seen.

Because they are your world. And you? You are theirs.

Now go out there and love them properly.

[desperate-gay]

Frido, at home, wait you already knew?

This Is Forever

Fridolina Rolfö x fem!reader

“No no no no no.” Frido panics, having received an unwanted text.

She had everything set up.

“What’s going on, min kjærlighet?” You ask, rounding the corner from the kitchen to the living room.

“Our reservations were canceled due to a fire in the kitchen.” Your girlfriend sighs, typing rapidly on her phone for a reason you can’t quite figure out.

“We can always reschedule, baby. It’s not the end of the world if we just stay in tonight.” You try to reason with her, but Frido just shakes her head in response.

“It has to be tonight.”

Frido had it all planned perfectly.

She has since the day she knew she wanted to marry you.

Fridolina had just gotten home from an exhausting and excruciating day. Her body ached from the cold, the kind that settled deep in her muscles and refused to leave. Rain wasn’t common in Barcelona, but when it came, it made everything feel heavier.

She barely made it through the door before dropping her training bag by the entrance, her movements sluggish and shoulders slumped. She didn’t even bother taking off her jacket at first, too tired to do anything but stand there for a moment, exhaling a deep and weary sigh.

You noticed your girlfriend’s exhaustion immediately.

“Tough day?” You asked gently from your spot at the dining table, watching as she finally peeled her jacket off and placed it on a chair close to you while you took small bites of your food.

“That’s an understatement.” Frido puffed out, slumping right next to you and basically melting into the seat.

You gave her a soft, sympathetic smile. “Have you eaten?”

Frido immediately looked away from your eyes, hesitating on your question.

That was all the answer you needed.

Without a word, you pushed your plate toward the Swede. The plate contained your favorite dish, one you were just savoring moments ago. There may not have been much left, but it was warm and hers now.

“Eat.” You demanded gently, and when she opened her mouth to protest, you raised your hand with a soft shake of your head. “I’m not that hungry anyways.”

Frido didn’t believe you, not for a second—especially since she knew how much you loved that meal. But when she met your unwavering gaze, filled with quiet concern, she didn’t argue.

She hesitated at first, then took a bite. And another. And another, until she was fully immersed in the warmth of the food, the comfort of it sinking into her bones. She hadn’t even realized how hungry she was until now.

Meanwhile, you started rambling—about something random, something lighthearted, something meant to pull her away from the weight of her day. Your elbow rested against the wooden table, your head propped in your hand as you continued speaking, your voice an easy, familiar melody.

Frido kept eating, but she couldn’t take her eyes off you. She couldn’t shake the overwhelming, all-consuming, yet oh-so-welcoming feeling that settled deep in her chest.

This was love. This was home. This was forever.

And that was the moment she knew.

“Kjære?”

The blonde snaps out of her thoughts, removing her blank stare from her phone to you.

You watch as she clenches her jaw, fingers gripping her phone a little too tightly. She’s spiraling. Her mind racing, trying to come up with a solution to something she can’t control.

Her eyes are on you but her thoughts are somewhere else. She barely registers you taking a seat next to her, wrapping your arm around her waist and gently prying her phone out of her hands onto her lap.

“Frido, talk to me.” You beg softly, rubbing your hand along her side.

She exhales sharply through her nose, shaking her head. “I just—I need to fix this.” She grabs her phone again, typing something rapidly before groaning in frustration, tossing her phone onto the floor beside her. “Every place is either booked or closed by now.”

“Baby, it’s okay. We can just stay in and—”

“No it’s not okay!” She bursts, abruptly standing up leaving you slightly winded. The taller girl begins to pace in front of you with her hand running through her blonde locks. “Tonight was supposed to be perfect! I had everything planned—”

“Frido—”

“But then the stupid restaurant had to have a stupid fire. Den här jävla världen hatar mig.”

“You don’t need to do something extravagant to propose to me. I’d say yes even if you were in a trash bag!”

At that, your girlfriend finally freezes.

You tried to keep your mouth shut, but once Frido started shifting into Swedish—something she only does when she’s truly stressed—you knew you had to step in.

The tension in the air is thick as Frido stares you down, squinting her eyes while you guiltily bite your lip.

Finally, something clicks in her head, and her eyes widen. “Wait, you already knew?!”

“Maybe?” You say wearily, shrugging with your best innocent look.

“How? Did your sister tell you?” Frido shrieks, standing still in her spot with her hands waving in the air.

“No, Ingrid did not tell me. I did, however, overhear you talking to her a few days ago about a ‘big day,’ and then you accidentally left the box on your bedside table.” You admit, nervously biting the skin of your thumb.

“I— But I was so careful.” Frido murmurs in disbelief, more to herself than you.

“I know you had a whole plan, and I am so sorry that it—”

“Wait. You said yes.”

You stop mid-sentence, looking up at your girlfriend with a confused gaze. “What?”

“You said you would say yes even if I was in a trash bag. You want to marry me?” Frido asks, feeling as if she’s in a dream.

A smile etches onto your face before you finally stand up and walk over to the taller girl. Her eyes track your every step and once your arms wrap around her neck, hers meet your hips.

“Fridolina rolfo. I would love nothing more than to marry you.” You grin, leaning further into her and only leaving a small gap between your lips.

“Really?” Frido smirks, raising an eyebrow.

You simply nod before sealing your answer by latching your lips to her soft ones. The kiss is passionate and sweet but also laced with a hint of need—a quiet promise of forever.

Frido takes your bottom lip between hers before pulling back slightly, her tongue flicking against it teasingly. You immediately lean back in, but she stops you with a quick palm to your face.

“Wait right here.” Your girlfriend demands before running off, leaving you completely and utterly confused.

You hear a few things tumble and drop against the floor from your bedroom before the taller girl comes barreling back toward you.

“I want to do this semi-properly.” Frido states, kneeling in front of you on one knee. “Will you make me the happiest woman on this planet and marry me?”

Sure, you already knew this moment was coming—heck, you’d even said yes already. But that doesn’t stop the rush of tears from blurring your vision or the tremble of your lip. You nod rapidly, making Frido’s smile widen as she slides the ring onto your finger.

She stands up, taking your face in her hands before crashing her lips against yours, both of your tears mixing where your cheeks meet.

“I can’t believe I’ll get to call you my wife soon.” You sigh dreamily, staring at the new band around your finger.

“I can’t either. I can’t even believe I was able to pocket my best friend's sister.” Frido smirks teasingly, earning her a sharp smack to the chest.

“I’m gonna tell Ingrid you used her to get to me.”

“Don’t you dare.”

[frontmansdefender]

fuck yeah !!!!!!!!!

[wyandspence]

The space radiation is what made me a fag

-W

Above image is a pride flag with every color band represented by a NASA image. White is Earth clouds, pink is aurora, blue is the Sun in a specific wavelength, brown is Jupiter clouds, black is the Hubble deep field, red is the top of sprites, orange is a Mars crater, yellow is the surface of Io, green is a lake with algae, blue is Neptune, and purple is the Crab Nebula in a specific wavelength.