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The incredibles 2 might have a trans girl superhero! (no spoilers)

Ok, so my roommate and I just watched the incredibles 2 (it was fucking amazing btw) and my roommate pointed out something to me that has me really pumped!

So there’s this new character by the name of voyd

She’s really cool. She’s got the power to open extradimensional portals (think blink from X-men but more range). And she might be a trans woman!

First let’s take a look at incredibles art style. In this art style, men tend to have tall, slender heads

Where as women tend to have short, wide heads

Now scroll on back up to voyd. Her head is tall and slender.

Now, moving on to the body. Women in their prime in the incredibles art style tend to have big breasts (see elastigirl and mirage). But Voyd is a lot more flat chested. Also, she is of comparable height to elastigirl, but her shoulders are much much more broad.

Now take a look at the hair. The incredibles and incredibles 2 take place in 1962. Dyeing your hair outrageous colors was not commonplace back then, and for the most part the incredibles have normal hair colors and not like purple anime hair. But trans people will often dye their hair outrageous colors like that shade of blue, because it’s a part of their body that they can easily change. They may not be able to get on hormones yet, or it’s taking forever for the changes to happen, but you can dye your hair in just a few hours.

I am so excited about this! This is huge!Guys, let’s make this go viral!

Reblog to punch a homophobe in the face

Thank you, this is very much needed.

Questioning is okay. You think you're asexual and then find out you're not?

That's okay.

You think you're bi, but you're a lesbian?

That's okay.

You think you're gay, but you're pansexual?

That's okay.

You don't know whether you're a boy or a girl, then realize you're neither?

That's okay.

You have no idea what label best suits you?

That's okay.

You decide you do not want to define your identity?

That's okay.

Labels are made so you can feel more comfortable, by giving a name to what and how you feel. They are not to be pushed onto you, they are not permanent, and they mustn't put any limit to the way you express yourself.

Funny how girls wear guy clothes all the time and no one gives af but as soon as a dude puts on a crop top people be toooo quick to hate.

I know right? In here, in my country, these "kinder joy" thingies also have a gender. Each of them is either blue or pink, with "for boys" and "for girls" written on it respectively. And you know what? There's a free toy inside each of them. The girls ALWAYS get some stupid doll or ballerina out that sort of thing, while the boys ALWAYS get some weird car or superhero or something.

CAN THESE PEOPLE JUST STOP IT?!

Boys can like pink damnit! Why is this even an issue?!? 

Watch: 8-year-old Daisy railed against gender norms — and Tesco is actually doing something about it.

follow @this-is-life-actually

Gender equality at its finest! 👌🏽

Here’s a thought… 

Remus got to Hogwarts and had no idea how to act like a normal kid. 

He was intelligent… his parents had taught him at home, and learning was a distraction from his mundane every-day life. He ate it up. 

But socially? Remus didn’t have a clue. He found himself watching the other kids interacting and couldn’t even begin to figure out how to hold a conversation… how to relate. 

Remus had never had any friends… his parents were too afraid to let him get close to anyone… and suddenly he was in a school full of kids… and he was absolutely terrified. 

He wasn’t like the other kids. He was strange… awkward… ugly.  

When Remus was young, he used to take the markers that his mother had given him… and instead of scribbling on coloring books, he’d color over his scars. 

He’d make patterns, make something “pretty” out of something hideous and wrong. But after the third time of finding Remus covered in ink, Hope scolded him, not understanding what her son was doing, and he stopped. 

As the transformations got worse, so did Remus’ desire to cover each new scar. They were ugly and painful, and he hated them… he found himself wanting to scrape them off, do something… but that would only make them worse. 

One day, he sat quietly, reading a comic book his mom had given him while she painted her nails, quietly humming “I want to hold your hand”.

Remus glanced up from his book, his eyes fixing on the nail polish. Hope applied it with a skill that left Remus in awe. It was perfect… not a single smudge. Perfectly smooth. 

Remus felt a flutter in his chest. He waited for his mother to leave the room, busying herself with dinner, and then snuck over to open the little chest she kept her polish in. 

Remus felt a thrill rush through him with the first stroke. He applied it well, but the next stroke left a smudge, and it just went downhill from there. Frustrated, Remus stopped after the first hand. 

Hope noticed the nail polish, noticed Remus trying to hide his hand at dinner, but she didn’t say anything. 

The next day, the other hand was painted. Very poorly. 

Hope pulled Remus aside, washing off the polish, and then went about applying it again, tsk-ing. At least it wasn’t markers. 

“You just need a little practice, Rem.”

Remus practiced after every full moon, when he was stuck in bed, too weak to stand. He practiced until he was perfect… it was pretty, and it helped him feel like he was in control. 

So when Sirius entered the dorm one day to find Remus absent-mindedly painting his nails, Remus couldn’t understand why Sirius found it so strange… was this not a normal thing to do? 

“W-want me to paint yours?”

Sirius stared, mouth going dry. “That’s for girls.” 

Remus felt his face growing hot with embarrassment, realizing he must have done something wrong. “It’s not just for girls.” 

Sirius shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to respond. 

“Come here… let me paint them.” 

After a brief hesitation, where Sirius listened to his mother’s harsh voice scold him in his head, Sirius threw caution to the wind and plopped down, holding out his hand. 

The next day… Sirius, James and Peter all had different colored nails… and they wore them with excessive flair.

A week after that… half of the Gryffindor House followed in their footsteps. 

This is so very relatable...

What an awesome idea! THANKS!

What would it take to leave your child?

Searing oceans, Dowsing tears,

Baby Beaus breathing fears. Children shivering, fidgeting for years, Why does the world seem to hate queers?

Years of dread, grew in my gut. From 13 to now, but God knows what’s up. I learnt how to love; learnt my love is hated. Let’s try to kiss boys, until I’m rehabilitated. — We live in a world where teenage girls sit, Bewildered with pink pulsating clits, Sitting in the cinema, oblivious to it Whilst actress undresses during a voyeuristic twist. - Or young boys drowning in porn, wanking everyday, Unable to get hard looking at the girl’s face. Because this young boy can’t afford to be gay, When mother hates faggots kissing - always turning his face sideways.

Whilst trans kids grasp their skin tight, Hoping no one notices with all their might. Whilst omniscient eyes watch under the moonlight. Her knees knocking, his joints interlocking, They simply don’t want to die tonight.

Father says it will pass, Like phasing under a tunnel, But the tunnel leads to a coffin, With our names on a shovel.

My stomach is built like a construction site, Neon signs with red blaring lights, Spelling out to those unkind, glaring Within their fabricated insight.

“Dreadful expectations are building upon here, Foundations are weak, rotten, built against queers” Eroded and chipped from acid rain tears.

I wonder if mother would ever make clear That she broke and burnt the bones of a Lamb, So pure and innocent, when she led it to the slab.

Young boys, girls, and gender queers, Are drowning in oceans of fear, Counting the days when we can all disappear.

I CAME OUT TO MY MOM TONIGHT AND IT WAS GREAT AND SHE WAS REALLY SUPPORTIVE AND EXPLICITLY SAID THAT LESBIANS ARE VALID

HEAR THAT LESBIANS? MY AWESOME CHRISTIAN GAMER MOM THINKS YOU’RE VALID!!

Oh God I'm dying

WHAT AM I READING? OMG. 

NOW I CAN SAY THAT I’VE SEEN EVERYTHING.

I once made a loom band bracelet but I lost it. 😔😔

So I’ve heard of many people (myself included) who want to show their pride through clothing or accessories but haven’t been able to because of their situation, being closeted, or not being in a LGBT+ safe space.

Some of the flags are much more recognizable than others, (especially the rainbow flag) so keep in mind who you will be interacting with. You can wear colors out of order or slightly change shades if you feel comfortable.

(For the examples I chose random flags, there was no special order or reason I chose these)

Hair ties! If you have hair long enough to put into a style with hair ties, you could use ones that represent your flag. Wear multiple colors or find/make one specifically in your colors. (Examples: [to represent the Transgender flag] wearing pink, white, and blue hair ties or coloring a white hair tie with pink and blue stripes and wearing that)

Bracelets! (Works better for less-recognizable flags). Wearing bracelets with your flag colors, or multiple bracelets that are different colors is a fun way to show pride. Also, if you’re really worried about people recognizing it, try wearing different colors on different arms, or wearing them out of order. Anklets are also an option. (Examples: [representing the Genderqueer flag] Wearing a green, white, and purple bracelet or wearing a green bracelet, a white bracelet, and a purple bracelet or wearing a green bracelet on one arm and a white and purple one on the other arm)

Clothing! You can obviously wear a piece of clothing with your flag colors on it, or for even less chance of discovery, wear different articles of clothing with your colors. (Examples: [representing the Nonbinary flag] wearing a shirt with black, white, purple, and yellow or wearing a purple shirt with black pants, a yellow hat and white shoes)

Washable markers! What? How can you wear those? Well if you use washable markers to draw on yourself, you have some element of control over where you show your pride. If you’re out at school but not at home, bring some markers with you and draw a little flag on your hand or something. Have it on at school, and scrub it off before you leave. I’d suggest testing this first with the same markers to make sure they really are washable. (Example: [for the rainbow flag] taking a rainbow of markers with you and drawing a little rainbow flag)

Braces! If you have braces and still do colors, you can try that. It works best if your flag has a simpler color scheme. (Example: [for the Sapphic/WLW flag] having white and pink bands on your braces)

Accessories! Earrings, hair clips, necklaces, etc. All are good ideas to use flag colors on, try mixing and matching! (Example: [for the Trigender flag] wearing pink earrings, a purple bracelet on each hand, and a green necklace or accessories that have pink, purple, and green in them.)

Socks! Make or get pride socks, but wear shoes that could hide them if wanted/needed. Or put your colors on the bottom of the sock so you have to take off your shoe to show it. (Example: [for the Bi flag] getting socks in the colors of the Bi flag or coloring/dying/painting them pink purple and blue or drawing tiny Bi flags on the bottom of your socks)

Makeup! This one may be a bit harder to do with some flags, but you could try choosing your makeup palette around colors for your flag. (Example: [For the Lesbian flag] use shades of pink {and orange if you use that flag} to do your makeup).

Nails! Similar to the makeup, use your colors to paint your nails. (Example [for the Aromantic flag] Using green, white, grey, and black as a color scheme for nail art or painting one nail on each hand green, light green, white, gray, and black)

Phone screens/backgrounds! There are plenty of subtle versions of things using the flag colors for backgrounds out there, just search (flag) background and see if there’s something subtle enough, or make one of your own! (Example: [for the “circle” Intersex flag] finding a background with yellow and purple, or a background with circles that has yellow and purple as highlights)

But above all, remember you are valid!

You don’t need to “show your colors” to be part of the community. Even if you’re not out, for whatever reason, we still support you!

(Feel free to reblog with any ideas of your own!

None of these are foolproof and if you really are unsafe I wouldn’t recommend trying them,

but this may be a help to some like me!)

As for me, I wear a little rainbow loom bracelet I made with the aroace flag colors among other bracelets so it blends in

Look how STRAINED his expression is...

My biggest fear is my family seeing my ENTIRE internet and seeing how gay it is, but close enough.

Friend: What’s your worst fear?

Me, internally: My friends and family finding my tumblr and seeing how gay it is

Me: drowning

I'd like this more than 1 time if I could.

Honestly, it's SO true.

People who are still in the closet have fast reflexes, switching tabs every time someone comes into the room ain’t easy.

I agree.

I wanna be out but like I don’t want to come out I just want to magically already be out

To my people

To you, the generation I grew up in, the people I surrounded myself with every day, the people who I don’t know but know are out there somewhere, this is to you.

To the boy curled up in bed who’s been taught by society that he must be a strong, masculine man who can’t cry in front of anyone, who has grown up suppressing so many tears and emotions that now he just feels so painfully numb even the blade in his hand can’t hurt him anymore.

To the girl sat on the floor of the shower, trying to scrape every last inch of her skin clean, who is scratching so much and so hard that she is ripping her skin off and bleeding. Trying to clean away the dirt that was forced upon her by a man who she said no to, by a man who she didn’t ask for nor want. But she is too afraid to speak up because of the limits that society has tied her to, because she knows that she was wearing a skirt and a crop top that night and that she had been drinking at a friends house.

To the kids who are sat aching on the floor of their bedrooms, who had their hearts broken and torn to pieces too early, who experienced heartbreak so prematurely that they will never fully recover. And the only sounds they will remember for years to come is the sounds of their favourite sad songs that they listened to on repeat as their broken heartstrings bled the the tears they held up. That they’ll never truly be able to swim because of the ocean of tears that they drowned themselves in.

To the friends who were a crutch for everyone, who listened and helped whenever they were called upon, but never had anyone there to help them themselves. The friends who were no more a third leg to stand on than a passing night cloud. Who helped everyone no matter what, and gave their best advice when on the inside they were dying themselves.

To the kids who tried their best to make everyone around them happy, who gave their everything to everyone just so they could see a smile on someone’s face, but were met with nothing more than hate and misconceptions. The kids who everyone thinks are rude and heartless, when in reality they’re the nicest people anyone could ask for. Who gave so much in the name of someone else’s happiness that they neglected they’re own, and are now filled with a bitter emptiness of lost hope and broken dreams.

To the people who have argued with who they are, who have tried to be someone they’re not and have tried to suppress their inner feelings because they are so scared of who they really are.

To the queer kids who have grown up being told that God is every kind of love except theirs, who have lost their sense of self and their sense of self worth, who are absolutely terrified that the love they are feeling will burn too bright and they’re bodies will be dragged down and lost in the flames of hell

To the minorities who feel like they will never truly belong in this world because no matter where they go there is always somebody waiting to discriminate against them.

To the people of colour who are terrified to walk down the street day or night incase they coincidentally match the description of a suspect of a break in from 2 days ago, incase a white supremacist turns the corner to see them, and their stone cold eyes stare straight into yours as they slowly pull a knife out of their pocket.

To the Latinx’s who are told each day to “go back to Mexico” despite the fact that you’re from Cuba, Puerto Rico, Dominican Republic, or just anywhere other than Mexico, because they fail to see that Mexico. Isn’t. The. Only. Country. To. Speak. Spanish. And that, this is your home.

To the children who grew up in silence, who sat in the still like statues daring not to make even the smallest of movements, with not so much as a breath falling from their mouths. Who grew up seeing fists instead of hugs, who grew up black and blue instead of colourful and happy. The kids who used to cover up with oversized jumpers and make up because the bruises were getting too frequent to be passed off as ‘just clumsy’. To the kids so terrified of the hand that would be laid across them if they stepped out of line that their lives became a tightrope of fear and paranoia, that they may never get to the end because the rope leads on forever even after they have grown up.

To the kids who barely made it through the education system even though they tried their hardest every single day, even though they worked as hard as they could and applied themselves in their all to everything they did. Who barely scrapped C’s when their effort was A* worthy. Who were told “you just didn’t try hard enough” even though their hands were bleeding ink from all the writing they had done, even though their eyes were red with pain because they hadn’t slept properly in weeks, even though their stomachs howled like the wind of a hurricane because they hadn’t eaten properly for days, because revision was more important their health.

To the children and teens who are scared to go to school every single day, terrified that it might be their last. The kids who will grow up knowing that they will never be able to see their best friend ever again, the kids who laid underneath a table as they watched the life drain out of their best friends once bright and happy eyes, knowing they’ll never be able to say “I love you” one last time.

To the friends who are terrified to watch their American friends go to school each day because they fear that one day they’ll never hear from them again, because the last sound they ever heard wasn’t the notification of your text but the detonation of a gun ricocheting through their ears as a bullet embedded itself into their body.

To the kids who walk the school halls each day pretending not to hear the abuse that’s shouted at them by their peers. The kids who cry in the shower because then their tears are invisible, because it makes it that little bit less real, because it makes the pain hurt that little bit less. Who walk into school each day void of any feeling, who have emptied themselves so they will feel nothing, because feeling nothing hurts less than the suffering they would be put through.

To the people who smile every day when all they want to do is cry, who say they’re fine when really they are anything but. Who walk each day like a victory when inside the war is still raging on, knowing that reinforcements are not coming.

To the LGBT+ people who have to hide in the closet, terrified to open the doors, because they know the world is so quick to judge but so slow to accept even when it is true love. The people who feel like they’ll never truly belong because they’ve learnt to hate themselves, because what they are is wrong and sinful, because they have to listen to homophobic comments every single day and pretend like they are something they’re not in the vain hope that maybe no one will see through the facade.

To my generation. To my people. My friends and my foes. My friends that I haven’t met yet and the people that I will never meet. The people that I don’t know but know are out there. I hear you. This world is a blacked up shade of fuckery, this world will take any shred of hope you have and crush it whilst you watch.

But to each and every one of you, you’re amazing. You face a different challenge every day, you break on the inside and still stand tall, you’ve learnt to fix yourself because no one else will. You are an inspiration! You may not now, but you will be proud of who you are one day, you will be proud of your personality, proud of your heritage, proud of your sexuality! You will not suffer in silence anymore. You are beautiful, smart, talented and funny! You are not worthless, you don’t need to hide. You have a purpose. You make this world a better place.

To anyone who needed this…

I’m proud of you.

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July 27th 2018 - Finished. 16:11pm