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just finished this fic 10/10 absolutely amazing!!

all my love forever finalised family tree

all my love forever is finished! which means it’s time to reveal the ridiculously large family tree i had to make to keep track of everyone and their ages! 

this doesn’t contain all the partners and children of bucky’s grandchildren, as they were never named in the fic, and does not contain evelyn’s family, due to them being largely unnamed and not present.

fig. 1: centred on bucky, his family with evelyn, and with steve.

fig. 2: centred on steve, his family with peggy, and with bucky.

fig. 3: centred on peggy, her family with steve, and with daniel.

fig. 4: centred on rebecca, the families of bucky’s siblings.

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Trying to prove a point to my transphobic parents

Reblog if trans men are REAL, VALID AND HANDSOME MEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS

Reblog if trans women are REAL, VALID, AND BEAUTIFUL WOMEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS

And finally, because it's a part of my argument for this point, and also because they are,

Reblog if nonbinary and genderqueer people in general, are REAL, VALID, AND GORGEOUS PEOPLE, NO MATTER HOW THEY PASS

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Little things about being transmasc and/or a trans man:

As trans men and/or transmasc, we always are told to "do better" than cis men, and at the same time to conform to the patriarchal model of masculinity (white, able bodied, strong, thin, necer show emotions etc) to be seen as men/masc.

But you have to understand that some trans men don't want to perform that type of masculinity or CAN'T altogether.

Furthermore, our sexual orientations are often weaponized against us. If we love men, we're called slurs or in more feminist spaces. we're told that we're just women with extra steps, and if we love women, we're asked why we can't just be lesbians or told that we are doing patriarchy all over again. And if you dare to identify gay, you're told that no gay men like p*ssies, and if you dare to identify as a lesbian, you can't because no lesbians like men. And that is without considering the very broad sexuality/romantic spectrum, where your transness is basically a weapon too (aromantic ? Yeah, figure, you're trans and confused. Bi ? Yeah, figure, you're trans and can't decide. Asexual ? Yeah, figure, you're trans or WORSE you're afab and traumatized and so on and so forth).

Gender nonconforming trans men/transmascs are relentlessly called trenders within the community or asked why they even bother to transition. In the outside world, we are often read as a threat and assaulted because of it. But if you are gender conforming, you'll have smirky cis women tell you how you just fantasised about being a Big Strong Man and are just matrixed by patriarchy or too traumatized to live as a woman.

Want to transition medically ? Oh, but T is a BAD hormone that does BAD thing like make you gain WEIGHT and gives you ACNE and makes you GROSS. On the weight topic I could write a book about the horrible fatphobia within the community because I kid you not, I have been a girl teen with EDs who hung out in pr* an* forums and I've seen some shit in transmascs groups and passing tips that have a real resemblance to what I saw back then. Same for transmascs/trans men fitness groups.

Don't want to transition medically ? Lol theyfab. Like so much a woman. Very lady like with a bonus of bringing the movement down.

When it comes to inside the community, we can't talk about specific issues without being shushed, intersex transmascs, and trans men face a LOT of hardships and are insulted. I remember a friend of mine who is an intersex trans man receiving death threats and got told to [redacted] himself when he talked about his experiences as an intersex trans man BY TRANS PEOPLE.

Bipoc trans men and transmascs are always confronted to the white standards of passing coupled with the rampant racism within and outside of the community.

And one thing I can not not bring up: I think a lot of people forget that we can't mourn our dead. Why ? Because these past years, transmascs and trans men have been forgotten from TDOR lists. I remember seeing Twitter threads from trans men adding them because we don't even KNOW when someone has died or they are deemed as women and the death is treated like a feminicide. And it has been a constant.

We can basically never please no matter what we do.

That's my 2 cents on the transandrophobia because I feel like it needs to be said. If you still think that trans men and transmasc individuals don't face specific issues, think again.

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You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.

~ Amy Bloom

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So, I was bored waiting for a certain someoen (not creebs this time), and I descided to figure out the age-old math equation of ‘If I throw a triangle out of the car and the car is going 20km/h and wind resistance is a thing that exists, how many cupcakes can Pedro buy with one human soul’ The most accurate figure for how much a human soul costs was from some story/song called “The devil went down to Georgia” where the lyrics have the devil offering a fiddle made of gold as an equal to a soul. so he’s betting with a fiddle made of gold, for a soul

Now, let’s assume that a fiddle weighs 450 grams, and it’s mostly made out of spruce and maple like most other fiddles. spruc'es density is 0.43 g/cm cubed and the density of maple is 0.6 g/cm cubed.  now, because I’m lazy, we’re just going to take the average of these and that’ll be the average density of the fiddle’s maetrial. So that makes it o.515 g/cm cubed. so, if the fiddle weighs 450 grams, and has a density of 0.515, that means that the volume of the wood in the fiddle is 873.8 cm cubed. this golden fiddle of soul-equality was made of gold instead of wood though.

So, 873.8 cm cubed of gold, instead of wood weighs 16.9 kilos, which is a lot. fourty pounds of gold. That’s a lot of gold, That could probably pay for all the breadsticks I could ever need.

Now, if I were to sell this golden fiddle today, I need to factor in the selling point of gold today… Which is 1215.40 USD per ounce. That gives us out value, which is 660,326.82 USD You can buy a lot of things with that like a missile for example Or cupcakes Or hip replacement in spain, a plane trip TO spain, 3 years of living in spain and a plane trip back. Or, the ransom fee of a certain someoen in my basement, leave the money on the corner of 5th baker’s avenue

but yes, cupcakes are what we are buying. Cupcakes are a bit harder to figure out, but most cupcakes sell for 2.50 to 4.00 at a bakery (specifically the one on 5th baker’s avenue), so let’s say 3.25 USD Now, divide the total amount by the price per cupcake and we have 203,177 cupcakes, and 1.56 USD left over you could probably buy one or two less so you can get a doctors appointment or a therapist to check you out if you’re going to spend that much on solely cupcakes

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girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby

there's glitter on the floor after the party..✨

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I love soulmates but also this-

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do it scared do it stupid do it alone etc etc but don’t do it hungry. eat a snack first

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im thinking about my primary school friends, the hot, humid summer days when we would play make believe, the snowy mornings where we’d pelt each other with snowballs when the teachers looked the other way, and i miss that time, but if i went back i wouldn’t have now, and i like now, because you’re now and i love you.

i cry over the past. i cry over the present. i cry over the future. i love them all, and i cry because i can’t have them all at once.

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(auditory processing problems) recently i’ve been asking to turn on subtitles whenever i watch something with my parents. My dad complained, “you never USED to need subtitles!!”. I did. I just a) didn’t realise that everybody didn’t function this way and b) sucked it up and watched without understanding about 40% of what was being said.

Shout out to the autistic who’s abilities have regressed as they’ve gotten older.

“You didn’t used to be like this when you were a kid.” I know please don’t remind me

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I'm autistic and I currently feel like shit checklist

Hi there. Are you autistic? Do you currently feel like shit and don't know why? Try this checklist to see if you can Fix The Problem!

When was the last time you used the bathroom? If you answered "I don't know" or "at least 3 hours ago", go now!

Do you need a drink? Go get one if you don't have one in front of you.

When was the last time you ate? If you haven't eaten yet today, consider eating A Meal, or perhaps A Snack. Something is better than nothing, eat whatever you feel able to!

Is there something in your immediate surroundings that is bothering you? If the light is too bright, turn it off. If there is an annoying sound, make the sound stop or reduce your ability to hear it (earplugs, headphones, etc.). If your clothes are bothering you, change them.

Is your space messy? Pick one area of your room and clean it up as best you can. Clean your whole room if you have the energy!

When was the last time you did An Activity? Scrolling on social media doesn't count. Try actively doing something fun! Play a game you like, read a book, make something, or go for a walk.

When was the last time you Spoke to a Person? Consider talking to a person you like if it has been a while.

How long has it been since you did something Special Interest related? Make some time to do that today. Infodump to a friend, have a nice long research session, look at related images or gifs, make art about it, whatever works best for you!

Try stimming actively! Put on some music and dance, spin in circles, go to the park and use the swings!

If you still feel like shit after trying all of these things, you might be tired or sick. Go to bed early and get some rest. Hopefully you will feel better tomorrow!

Hope that helps :)

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I can’t find the original post, i found it as a screenshot on Pinterest. It’s about how your soulmate is not your other half, but like a matching sock, better together. i’ll put the screenshot at the end. I sent it to my best friend, with this, and i think it sounds pretty cool so i’ll post it here.

i like wearing sets of socks that are different left and right. They’re not identical, but they’re meant to go together. Why should you be exactly like me? you shouldn’t. I learn from your differences. Be different. Have a brighter pattern. I’ll complement it. I’ll love it. I’ll look in awe and say “i’m meant to go with this magnificent person and i couldn’t be happier”. Differences are what make us inherently human. I love differences. How boring the world would be if we were all matching socks.

it’s 1am and i’m high off sleep deprivation but i think what i wrote is true

the screenshot for context :

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if we’re all a little unraveled, the loose threads of our beings can tie themselves together. you have to be a little unraveled to make connections. to let people patch you up with their own unravelment. be unravelled, just enough to tie yourself to other people, and they can give you some of themselves if you unravel more.

love it when people are just a little bit unraveled. hair wisps flying everywhere, wrinkles in yesterday's t-shirt, pockets reserved for useless things only. fingers kissed blue from the last pen that fell in love with you. laugh on the wrong side of raw. smile on the right side of bizarre. bright eyes smeared kohl dark, hungry mouth stained lollipop red. messy messy messy messy. you are blurry like the edges of my favorite old photograph. each second you're born anew. you are beautiful and terrible and the most irreplaceable part of living and i could love you forever and ever and ever

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i care so much that it hurts but it’s a good kind of hurt, the kind of hurt that makes you grin through the pain until the pain subsides and you’re still grinning. You’re still grinning and now it’s of joy.

I'm kind of obsessed with the compositions of people, the small mundane things that make up a person.

The boy I dated practices knotting his tie. He only uses fountain pens or 0.4 ink-liners, he likes Tennant's Dr Who, he listens to Cat Stevens all the time. He whitens his teeth.

I want the stupid details. Tell me you like wine, but only red, that your favourite chocolate is KitKats but you're boycotting Nestle so you don't buy them. Tell me that you hate the taste of coffee but you drink it for the aesthetic, that you dream in French, that you don't know how to kiss but want to learn. You can't read music but you can play guitar.

My friend likes borrowing novels from the library, but she forgets to read them. She learnt to sew from old magazines, she says she doesn't believe in astrology but she's defensive if people insult it.

I want someone who cares about my mundanity. I listen to string quartet covers of Queen. I say I like tea, but I only drink one variety of green. I have 116 playlists for every mood I've ever felt, I hate my coleslaw, I hum when I'm happy and I hate the shape of my teeth. My favourite animals are black bears. Please know me, and I'll know you.

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Purple wallpaper!

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