Come on girls! (x)
I’m Nick, an aspiring freelance artist and aneurotypical trans guy trying to get his T letter without insurance or regular income (a poor, starving artist living commission-to-commission stereotype incarnate). I am losing my mind not being able to transition. My family can’t afford to help me pay for treatment either, so I don’t know where else to turn other than to the kindness of strangers.
I’m hoping to raise about $850 to cover gender assessment fees and T-related medical bills. Every dollar helps!
And for YOU GUYS— for every donation over $5, I will send you a random thank-you sketch! For donations $20 and up, send me a message along with your paypal donation with the name of your favourite character and I will send you a drawing of them comparable to the donated amount!! Donations over $100, I will draw a 3-page comic about anything you choose and worship you as a god.
Reblogging this here, too.
Dont forget the exceptional art
WTF PLS HELP NICK O_O NICK IS SO IMPORTANT
Don’t shame the girls who sent pictures of themselves half-naked to their significant others as a way to express eroticism which is healthy and natural… give the people hell who think it’s okay to destroy someone’s trust and distribute those images simply for entertainment purposes.
Say it again. I don’t think they got it the first time. Too much truth.
the picture of sophisticated grace
Life is only as good as those you get to share it with. If I was doing this without all the other people on the show it would mean nothing. It’s about the group. It’s all about who you get to share these moments with and I’ve gotten to share them with some amazing people.
“when she was 7, a boy pushed her on the playground
she fell headfirst into the dirt and came up with a mouthful of gravel and lines of blood chasing each other down her legs
when she told her teacher what happened, she laughed and said ‘boys will be boys honey don’t let it bother you
he probably just thinks you’re cute’
but the thing is,
when you tell a little girl who has rocks in her teeth and scabs on her knees that hurt and attention are the same
you teach her that boys show their affection through aggression
and she grows into a young woman who constantly mistakes the two
because no one ever taught her the difference
‘boys will be boys’
‘that’s how he shows his love’
and bruises start to feel like the imprint of lips
she goes to school with a busted mouth in high school and says she was hit with a basketball instead of his fist
the one adult she tells scolds her
‘you know he loses his temper easily
why the hell did you have to provoke him?’
so she shrinks
folds into herself, flinches every time a man raises his voice
by the time she’s 16 she’s learned her job well
be quiet, be soft, be easy
don’t give him a reason
but for all her efforts, he still finds one
‘boys will be boys’ rings in her head
‘boys will be boys
he doesn’t mean it
he can’t help it’
she’s 7 years old on the playground again
with a mouth full of rocks and blood that tastes like copper love
because boys will be boys baby don’t you know
that’s just how he shows he cares
she’s 18 now and they’re drunk
in the split second it takes for her words to enter his ears they’re ruined
like a glass heirloom being dropped between the hands of generations
she meant them to open his arms but they curl his fists and suddenly his hands are on her and her head hits the wall and all of the goddamn words in the world couldn’t save them in this moment
she touches the bruise the next day
boys will be boys
aggression, affection, violence, love
how does she separate them when she learned so early that they’re inextricably bound, tangled in a constant tug-of-war
she draws tally marks on her walls ratios of kisses to bruises
one entire side of her bedroom turns purple, one entire side of her body
boys will be boys will be boys will be boys
when she’s 20, a boy touches her hips and she jumps
he asks her who the hell taught her to be scared like that and she wants to laugh
doesn’t he know that boys will be boys?
it took her 13 years to unlearn that lesson from the playground
so I guess what I’m trying to say is
i will talk until my voice is hoarse so that my little sister understands that aggression and affection are two entirely separate things
baby they exist in difference universes
my niece can’t even speak yet but I think I’ll start with her now
don’t ever accept the excuse that boys will be boys
don’t ever let him put his hands on you like that
if you see hate blazing in his eyes don’t you ever confuse it with love
baby love won’t hurt when it comes
you won’t have to hide it under long sleeves during the summer
the only reason he should ever reach out his hand
is to hold yours”
Fortesa Latifi - Boys Will Be Boys
(And Why That Is The Stupidest Thing You Could Ever Say To A Little Girl)
THE REALEST SHIT
I wish I lived in fictional new york, it sounds really easy to succeed there
On a scale of Ivy Lynn to Rachel Berry how easy was it for you to succeed in New York City?
We won’t be getting Ohio in Season 6.
Reason? At some point, late at night when all the students are gone, a fire breaks out at the school. Janitor Figgins, still toiling away at that late hour, grabs every fire extinguisher he can find to attempt to control the blaze.
Jake (Totally not jealous and in love with Amy Santiago) Peralta
New Girl, Best of Jess: 3x18 ‘Sister III’