Girls, if something about a guy scares you or makes you uncomfortable, get away from him as fast as possible. Listen to your instincts. Don’t make excuses. Just run.
Guys, if a girl looks uncomfortable or scared by the way you’re talking to her or treating her, leave her the fuck alone. Don’t wait for her to run. Just stop.
It is so frustrating to be a Canadian. You are affected by USA politics nearly as much as as they are but have no say in the elections. It’s like being a Siamese twin to an angry self destructive alcoholic with a gun fetish.
Don’t worry Canada, the U.S. citizens don’t really have a say in U.S. politics either. It’s kind of like being the liver of an angry self-destructive alcoholic with a gun fetish and control issues.
Fic idea where a lonely person sells their soul to Satan to be their friend. And Satan just rolls with it until he realizes at the time of their death he genuinely likes them.
Since he can’t renege on the contract he takes them to Hell and puts them in a high position of power. Demons hardened by millenia of torture now have to answer to a shy, self-conscious, quiet, depressed, lonely person who has unintentionally become Satan’s #1
When I went into the store today after work, I had decided I was going to be brave. I had a pretty good day, and I wanted to reward myself with something I’d been eyeing for quite some time. Mens underwear.
I won’t lie, I stalled quite a bit before I slunk over to the mens underwear section, but eventually I wound up in the aisle looking over my various options. It was while I was trying to figure out what size I would be, that the man is all his socks and sandals glory came into the aisle. I barely had time to look up before he bellowed at me, “you fucking abomination”
I gaped like a fish while I tried to wrap my mind around the fact that yes, this was happening, and yes, he just yelled that at me. He said it again, and began to make his way towards me, very tall and very angry looking. All the clever things I wanted to say died in my throat and tears started pooling in my eyes.
Just as he was getting right up in my face, telling me about how there wasn’t a single god from any religion that would accept a piece of shit like me, you appeared at the end of the aisle. You ran towards us and put yourself between me and him like you weren’t a tiny 5 ft nothing. Then you stuck your finger in his face and told him to “shut the hole in his head that was spewing ignorance and hatred and get out because he wasn’t welcome here”. It was his turn to be the fish then, and before he could say another thing you shouted “GET THE FUCK AWAY” drawing the attention of shoppers who had been so conveniently hard of hearing before. He tucked tail and left.
You turned to me then, put the underwear I had dropped back in my hand and asked if I was okay. I was sobbing and could feel my face doing the ugly thing it does when I cry. I nodded, you asked me if there was anything else I wanted to look at in the mens section, I shook my head. You asked if I had anymore shopping to do. I huffed out that I wanted some bananas. You took my hand and lead me towards produce. You told me I was beautiful. You told me I would look so handsome in the underwear I picked. You helped me pick out bananas and told me my future was so bright and wonderful it was practically blinding.
You held my hand all the way to the cashier, and then outside. You asked me if I wanted a ride, I told you I’d like to walk, that I needed some time to cry. You stared at me very seriously, then hugged me so hard I could feel all me pieces coming back together. You said “I don’t even know who you are and I don’t care, I love you”
I cried all the way back home.
Thank you. Thank you for everything. For who you are, and for what you did. Plenty of other people passed by and did nothing, but you came in like a shining beacon and all I can say is thank you. You saved me when I was all alone. Thank you.
I wish we could track down this wonderful person!
Whoever you are, you ‘5 ft nothing’ hero, thank you for being an amazing, kind human being. I kinda teared up at this, ngl, and I want to hug you, too - as well as the teller of this tale, because OMFG!
i KEEP seeing cis women reblog trans women/trans feminine people with comments like, ‘she looks better than me !’
stop. stop stop stop stop stop. why wouldn’t she? and what are you REALLY saying when you say that? because it sure SOUNDS like, ‘she, a fake woman, looks better than me, a real woman.’
um we’re really saying that “she looks better than me”.
I said that because how in the fuck do you get so good at contouring without selling your soul? When I try, I end up looking like an ugly ass circus clown…
You got to appreciate the effort of the contour. Real, fake, male, female, don’t matter when your make up is on point and slayin hoes left and right.
You nerds realize that we are talking about trans women and trans feminine people and not drag race, right?
Yes, we are aware. While we are appreciating their flawlessness, SOME people are STILL stuck on making assumptions to make an fight. News flash: Tumblr needs to stop searching for shit that’s not there.
If I comment on a post about, say, Laverne Cox and her fabulousness saying she looks better than I do on my best day, it’s because she’s fucking gorgeous and I am a tiny worshipful potato. Calm down.
*muffled crashes heard throughout the avengers tower, quickly getting louder, concluding with the appearance of a shadowy, glowering figure in the doorway*
Once some guy mentioned that when i laugh my mouth looks really weird and now whenever i laugh around people i don’t know 100% i cover my lower face with my hands.
A girl who didn’t like one of my friends told her that her eyes squint different sizes when she smiles, and now whenever she’s happy she look’s down or away.
You’ve gotta be careful with what you say to people, because it might turn their happiness into insecurities.
I hate how people have this way of making you feel small
Like once these two girls made fun of how i said a certain word or something and my voice is now one of the things i hate most about myself. i’m self-conscious of it like 24/7 and am terrified of speaking in public (for that and other reasons)
You never know what comments you make that will still be running through someone’s head years later
Someone said my voice sounded like Mickey Mouse like five years ago (I think they meant it to be funny) and I still think of it all the time.
Someone told me that short girls could only be cute, not beautiful, and if I had a nickle for every time I repeated it I’d be fucking rich.
A bunch of people told me that the way I spoke (I used to sound like an academic when I was like ten or thirteen, because of a lot of reasons including the fact that I’m socially a bit incapable) made me sound arrogant and condescending and bitchy. I literally altered my entire speech pattern to sound more colloquial.
