#transnb?????

[beebisbeeble]

all of my (irl) friends are women, nonbianary, transmasc, or get called a twink by the enbys. how does this happen.

[jaytalking]

The infinity mirror (also sometimes called an infinite mirror) is a configuration of two or more parallel or angled mirrors, which are arranged to create a series of smaller and smaller reflections that appear to recede to infinity (...)

[turnipstewdios]

Ok, had my hysterectomy two days ago. Everything went well, no complications. And I have actually stopped taking the pain meds, because this is legitimately less painful that any period cramp I've ever had. I didn't think my cramps were that bad? Hearing the way some folks talk about them, it didn't seem like what I was dealing with was all that extreme. But if three surgical incisions and two missing organs hurts less than the cramps did I was probably just not processing the pain well at the time. I do still have one ovary left, so it's possible I could get cramping from that, but they took the right side out, so if I get any pain over there it's probably the appendix instead. Ether way. I have been successfully removed from the gene pool.

[disco-orange]

I've seen a surprising amount of stuff about how series Lloyd is trans but movie Lloyd isn't and as your resident triple green ninja kinnie I'm here to say WRONG.

Series Lloyd? Yes. Trans. Absolutely. Transmasc icon. Love him.

Movie Lloyd? ALSO trans. Did you even pay attention to the movie?? Did we watch the same movie???

The movie is a story about a kid who is hated for something he can't change. He's secretly a part of a group, and his mom is like "yeah that group is doing a lot of great work but I don't want you to be part of it because it's dangerous." His dad just hates that group. Throughout the movie, the kid goes on a journey to be comfortable with himself and accept himself the way he is, while also teaching his dad (and eventually his mom) that the group and being in the group isn't bad. That's like a stereotypical trans story. The song that plays at the end is called Found My Place and literally one of the lyrics is "I'm comfortable in my skin, I'm throwing caution to the wind." That's some trans shit right there.

Conclusion: movie Lloyd is ALSO trans but instead of transmasc he's transfem/transNB.

[carbonateddelusion]

@peapod20001 have a silly guy for Terracotta!

plus, his original image from over 3 years ago

[heyhelloitsmilo]

Mirror, Mirror.

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moon system x gnc/gender neutral reader

word count: 1225 words

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‼️ this is based on my own experiences being trans/nb, i don't have bottom dysphoria so like, i don't... i don't reference it in this.

❗️ my spanish isn't very good, i'm still learning so a bit of google translate was used! masculine terms used (1)

✨ might be a little ooc its been a hot minute since i've written a fic! i'm also very sad!

⚠️ warnings: dysphoria, self-misgendering, feminine terms used in reference to reader, reference to scars (via top surgery), pre-transition/pre-hrt, show accurate depiction of DID, petnames used (lovingly)

💛 pairings: marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader, moon system x reader (sorry steven isnt as relevant in this one i promise to make it up later heres an IOU)

💫 summary: dysphoria hits you really hard one evening after your shower and the boys get concerned, remembering your coming out (fluff, comfort)

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You gripped the bathroom counter, water dripping from your skull down your skin, glistening in the fluorescent lights, dropping from your wet hair strands. Your eyes were trained on your chest, almost willing the world and the universe to make them stop existing. The subtle whirring of the bathroom fan only made it easier for you to zone out, staring at your body as it slowly dried, imagining a flat chest and scars in place of the things that made you a woman to everyone else.

You didn't even notice the soft knocks on the bathroom door or the quiet, "You a'right in there?" from Steven outside. You just stood there, the bath mat soaked, mind filled with thoughts about how feminine and womanly your body was, skincare routine and hygiene forgotten.

"Hey, if you're not gonna come out, I'm gonna come in there." Marc's words jolted you out of your trance, face whipping to the door, hands grabbing for a towel to cover yourself.

"Wait, wait wait hold on-!"

"Too late." Marc opened the door, looking at you, halfway through covering your body. His eyes darted across your frame, the rest of the bathroom, landing on your eyes. "Good. You're okay. We were getting worried." His voice was gruff, his words revealing how relieved he was. "...Dysphoria get to you?"

You nodded silently, looking away from the man in front of you, fully wrapping yourself in the towel. You felt... ashamed. Ashamed of your body, that is.

Marc and Steven (and by extension, Jake) had known you pre social transition, loved you and dated you before now. And they stayed after the fact, with Jake finally meeting you after then.

You remember when Steven had stayed up all night, researching and reading on transitioning, practicing and mumbling to himself (and the system) to not misgender you. His efforts hadn't been in vain, with all three of them only slipping up a handful of times. And you appreciated them for it.

You remember the day you came out like it was yesterday.

You'd spent the last few weeks in a crisis, researching, hyperfixating about the things you were experiencing, taking 'Are You Gay?' tests online.

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A knock on the desk jolted you out of your hyperfixation, pulling your attention.

"Hey, baby. About time." Marc pulled up a stool, sitting beside you, taking a quick glance at your laptop. "What's that all about?" He did a vague gesture at your laptop, spying the 'Am I Trans?' quiz open.

"O-oh, nothing, don't worry about it." You quickly closed your tabs, swallowing your saliva. You grimaced at the unconvinced look on Marc's face. "Okay, maybe not nothing."

"Is there something you'd like us to know?"

Marc's words echoed in your ears as you seriously considered his question. You weren't entirely sure how he (let alone Steven) would handle that. But based on his current reaction, he didn't seem all that... surprised? You mean, you'd been a very adamant ally of LGBTQ+ rights, and you'd expressed yourself to potentially be queer, even if you hadn't done any real introspection at that point. But... what if you were faking it? Faking being trans? What if this was all just a phase like so many parents had suggested?

"I mean... maybe. I've been looking into um... potentially being trans." You said softly, the warm light from the lamp gracing yours and Marc's faces. You looked up at Marc, eyes tracing his expression. It didn't look... angry. Or happy. Neutral? Indifferent? Maybe a little confused? His eyes flickered to the window, presumably listening to Steven.

"We love you regardless." Marc spoke finally, leaning in towards you, eye level with you. "We always will." He extended a hand towards you, offering to hold yours. When you put your hand in his, his thumb gently ran across your knuckles, massaging your hand in his. "If you discover that being a man, or being neither a woman or a man, is you, then we'll be right here for you." Marc's voice had a very slight British accent, it seemed Steven was co-conscious, wanting to speak as well.

"I..." You were in a bit of shock. You hadn't really expected anything, but this was simply so warm and comforting that your eyes got misty. "...You really mean that?" You squeezed Marc's (Steven's?) hand gently, tears slowly beginning to well in your eyes.

Marc blinked, his demeanor changing in a split second, nodding quickly. Steven's eyes were soft, his lips curved in a smile. "Really. We always will." His hands held yours so delicately, so lovingly.

"...I think I wanna try using they/them."

"Okay. We can do that for you."

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Marc walked over, putting his hands on your shoulders, straightening your posture. "Stand up straight. Hold your chin up." You complied, keeping the towel loosely wrapped around your form, looking up at Marc. A soft smile played on Marc's lips, his eyes as he looked at you. "There's my darling. C'mon. Come to bed."

You nodded and hung your towel, walking out of the bathroom with him and into your shared bedroom, getting dressed. Wordlessly, you pulled on a sports bra and a pair of your boxers, as well as one of Marc's shirts (which he scoffed playfully at before gesturing to the bed). You shuffled under the covers, trying to forget about the stretch of elastic cloth around your chest, burying your way into the duvet cover.

"Comfy, cariño?" Jake's voice cut through the silence, getting in bed as well and leaning against the headboard. You nodded, looking up at him from your spot in the blankets, extending your hand towards him, taking his hand in yours. "Bueno." His voice was always softer with you, and though you two usually teased and joked around with each other, he knew better in this moment.

The two of you laid there in bed, Jake stroking your hair as you laid your head in his lap, calloused hands massaging your scalp.

"...Te encuentras mejor?" (Are you feeling better?) Jake asked softly and slowly to allow your mind to process the Spanish, hand twirling your hair between his fingers mindlessly.

You nodded, fiddling with the seams on Jake's pants to keep your hands occupied. "Yeah. Thanks guys." The soft fabric of Jake's sweatpants definitely weren't clothes he would typically wear, but there really wasn't time for an outfit change, not when cuddles were involved. You certainly weren't complaining.

"Hey, amor, lean up a minute so I can lie down." You complied, scooting your body off Jake's lap, watching him shuffle down, lying next to you. The two of you looked into each other's eyes, not speaking, before Jake suddenly scooped your body toward's him, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Gotcha." He fluttered soft kisses to your neck and jawline, chuckling as you giggled and squirmed. The kiss-tickle torment ended after a few long moments, Jake just trying to keep the dysphoria off your mind, Marc and Steven watching the both of you.

You wrapped an arm around Jake's waist, not bothering to finagle your other arm under him to properly hold him. You just relaxed in his arms, his hands against the small of your back, rubbing small circles into you. "This is nice." You sighed softly, nestling your face into Jake's chest.

"It really is, amor."

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masterlist/intro

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lets say i mightve been projecting a little

hope you enjoyed!

- milo 💛

[romoeatsbreakfast]

star-boy takes a bath

[amanitaknowsbest]

TW: morbid thoughts, mentions of cancer (I don't have it, I just unhealthily wished for it) body dysmorphia

Younger me: I wish I could get enough breast cancer so I would need to get them removed.

Younger me: I wish my boobs would be so mutilated in an accident the doctors would have no choice but to take it all away.

Younger me: I wonder if I have that gene, the one that means you have an increased risk of breast cancer? Then I could get them taken off right away, that would be fastest. And no one would make me explain why.

ALSO younger me: these are normal thoughts. Everyone with big boobs wants to tear them off and throw them in the garbage. I'm totally fine.

[jaycedoesthings]

[ramblings-of-a-read-rat]

Pov. reading fantasy

Trans edition:

Why do(es) [they/he/she/] get to just use magic/high tech like why isn't it this easy in the real world. Also on that topic how do they come up with such cool names. like all i came up with at first was Cyrus and than you get Lady. Cassiopia gaia neiven. and Sir Artemis Von eldwyn or whatever the Fvck.

by binding your chest and cutting your hair or stuffing a bra and putting a wig on you can pass. girly, tell me your secret oh and. gender envy from cis characters. Tonks who? oh i know her. i wanna be (with) her as a bonus WHY CANT I STAB TRANSPHOBES?!?!?!

[the-sculpter-and-the-clay]

I'm going live on Twitch! Come watch me and Emily play Divinity 2 and flirt xD https://www.twitch.tv/aredhels_grace

[foone]

I was driving through Oakland this afternoon and I saw a car with the license plate TRANSNB and couldn't be prouder.

[rapidreptile]

I've had some people ask now where I've gone and if I'm okay. Yes. I am okay. Very much so now that I've been distancing myself from social media. It's been good to step away and exist in my own little space.

But, my biggest regret with not being active here is not being able to spread my message: that you should always be you; that you should never doubt your truest self; that no matter how much peer pressure you go through, you should never feel the need to change a core part of your being that brings you genuine joy. And that you should think several times over before you decide to shun or attack your peers who step outside the bounds of your understanding, and try your best to understand and uplift them first.

You really only do have this one life to live. Please don't fill it with regrets and missed opportunities for joy. And please don't deprive others of that joy. You need to love yourself, and you need to love those who can't love themselves.

This is specifically about and for every trans person who's been called dangerous for exploring themselves and exploring what makes life feel like it's worth living. This is about the trans fem who calls her sexual partner "big sis", and this is about the daddy trans masc who does cnc with his partner he calls his daughter, and this is about the therian who would rather explore their sexuality representing themself as the animal they feel most connected to, and this is about transNB who's just always horny about everything, and this is about literally any age regressor, sexual or not, who's been called a pedophile for finding a way to love themself.

I love you all, and you deserve your happiness. And I hope you all love yourselves too, or can find a way to some day if you can't right now.

[dysphoriacentral]

Part 5

New binder day. Yep, this is the shit. My chest is flat. Seriously, I never thought it would be possible with the size of chest adornments I have, but it happened. And I'm so frickin pleased. I also, however, have a widely expanded appreciation for all of my other transmasc/transnbs who bind. The rib squeeze is real.

Anyway. Yay euphoria!

[shslpookiebear]

idc if its transmasc or transfem or transnb hajime hinata is TRANSGENDER!!!!!

[thewoundedfallenangel]

hey trans moots and other trans people (transmasc, transfem, transnb, etc)

what was your trans awakening? reblog this and tell your story!

mine was when I was 9, my dad gave me permission to finally use his computer for games and stuff, and I played a lot of online games that gave you the option of being a girl or boy, and I always picked the boy option, and it never really occurred to me why? until I was 10 I got my first phone, I discovered trans, and I thought it was a cool thing people could do, and then I remembered "Oh my god for the past 2 years you always want to be boys in games because you like the idea of being a guy better, am I trans??" and then at 12 I came out as transmasc!!

-> trans moots @bogosbooglybinted @roses-field @lgeebtq (no pressure, it's just for fun! and hopefully I didn't miss anyone)