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I just realized it’s pan visibility day! 💖💛💙

if i don’t reblog this at least once a month, I have probably died

Not every tale has a happy ending…

It’s James! He’s tied with Jay for my favorite.

Apologies for my shit handwriting. It’s mah boi Ace!

This was the drawing I made on night started the whole story

Mah Story! Imma call it Card House

It’s set in a weird mix of medieval, modern, and whenever Al Capone was around. There’s four main suits, or noble houses: the Clubs, who are kinda like the gangster-mafia bois; the Spades, who are like medieval with two shots of modern thrown in; the Diamonds, who are basically stuck in the 90s; and the Hearts, who are the artistic peoples. Each suit has a royal family made up of the King and the Queen. The King and Queen’s child is the Ace, and whoever they marry (or are arranged to marry, that’s important) is the Jack. Once the King and Queen are unable to carry out their roles, the Ace and Jack take over and become the King and Queen. The Jack of Clubs is Jay, the non-binary bartender of Clubs’ Tavern. They’re very flamboyant and extroverted. The Ace is Alex, the quiet server and singer of Clubs’ Tavern. She is pretty quiet when she talks, and is not afraid to deal with any drunks. She look like the least threatening thing there, but she is quite strong. Moving to the Diamonds. The Ace of Diamonds is Aiden. He’s chill, and prefers to relax over anything else. The Jack is Juniper. She’s pretty quiet, and tends to just sit there reading. Now for the Diamonds. The Ace is Ava. She is incredibly homosexual, but the Jack is a guy. He’s not gonna play a big role in the story so we’ll skip him. The Spades are where shit gets real. The Ace is named, well, Ace. He’s the first male Ace in 100 years, and the King and Queen would not budge about who his Jack was. However, his Jack was a lady. He met a boi named James and the two fell in love. Unfortunately, the King and Queen told him that they would never change his Jack. So Ace ran away on his 16th birthday, and he and James have been on the run since. The two will occasionally spend a while in Clubs’ Tavern, where they will be the entertainment after it closes and the people there are people they trust. Ace can play one hell of a guitar solo, James has a singing voice to rival Freddie Mercury, Jay can play the piano like their life depended on it, and Alex plays the drums. I literally added that part so I could have a scene in the story where James and Ace do a love song. So yee! More artwork and story to come!

My first art post! Their name is Jay Clubs. They’re part of a story I’m working on that’s got a card theme to it. They’re non-binary, bi, and the Jack of Spades (I’ll explain that in the next post)

Please help me spread this

I’ve created a website with a collection of stories, art, etc from trans people and im trying to get the word out. When you google anything about trans, mostly all you get it terrible websites about psychologists saying there’s something wrong in our brains, parents hating their kids, parents being scared for their kids, or just plain misinformation. You may find a few good ones, but the sludge you have to go through is too much. My goal is to create a place for trans people to share their experiences with the world, and give hope to each other. The website is also to teach cis people, because education is the first step to understanding and accepting us, and here they can learn from the best source, the trans people themselves. The url is https://greysonthagard.wixsite.com/transkidstruggles , and the website is always open for submissions of stories, art, poems, memes, or anything else you’re willing to share about your story. i want to give us a real voice, please help me make a place for that. Thank you

you can make water wet by putting ice in a cup of water because when ice melts it makes whatever it’s touching wet and water. alternate experiment is to put water in a cup made of ice and then let the cup melt because water in the cup is making the cup wet and then it . . . I realized that this was gonna go on way too long for it to be obviously a joke

Is water wet?

No. To be wet, it can’t already be a liquid, but has to be saturated in a liquid.

You can get a towel wet, but water can’t be wet because it’s already liquid, not saturated in one.

BILL NYE can’t stress the importance of Climate Change enough

I just realized something. One moment I basically pour my heart out into a poem, then the next I’m posting about how humans are basically just cucumbers with anxiety. If you have ever wanted a perfect description of my personality, that’s it.

Fun fact: ‘forgive me father’ and ‘forgive me daddy’ mean the exact same thing? but sounds like a prayer and the other sounds weird. This post was inspired by my old Discord friends

HEYYYY guess what!!

today (may 17, 2019) is the fifteenth wedding anniversary of the first samesex couple to be legally married in the united states!!!!

a very happy anniversary to marcia kadish and tanya mccloskey❤️🏳️‍🌈

Y’all like poetry/So I made a haiku now/Hope you all like it

Wow. I just checked my blog to see if maybe one person noticed any of my posts. I come back to what I’m pretty sure is more people looking at my poem than the rest of the posts on my little blog. I was not expecting that, and I would just like to say that I wish I could make the people around me half as happy as you guys made me. Thank you

Poetry

Am I a man, a woman, neither, both or does it change from day to day?/ I honestly don’t know/ it just goes to show/ that almost nothing's as simple as it seems. / I dream of reams and reams/ of stories/ of the glories/ from a throne, from space, from a place/ in another universe./ I want to be free with my ideas. With myself/ But I can’t get them out because I’m afraid./ What will they say?/ Will they tell me to just pick straight or gay?/ Or will I be the target of their hate? Day to day, I worry. I can’t know./ Sometimes everything just sounds like a crow/ crowing “Nevermore!/ For evermore/ You will not be sure/ who your friends are./” I know I got the bird wrong/ but this is getting long/ and I haven’t even started to begin.

I’ve just realized that I don’t put any tags on any of my posts. Better stop being stupid!

Questioning My Gender

So Idk if I’m nb, trans, cis, fluid, or what. I’m a boi, and I’ve started wearing some more feminine clothes. One day when I looked in the mirror, I saw I looked pretty feminine and I got really happy. ＼_(^^)_／

Idk why but this made me laugh harder than I think it should

I want to post something but idk what to post, so I’m posting about not knowing what to post. Translation: I got bored

Changed my mind! I’ll work on getting some art stuff on here soon

I feel like I should make a separate blog for my art stuff. I probably will

I feel like I should make a separate blog for my art stuff. I probably will

i want it. how do i get one

Chicken Griffin

So I’m wondering: Does anyone actually care if I post anything about a story I’m working on? It literally only exists because I was bored and the deck of cards I was going to draw was missing two cards.

I just realized that I actually have people who care about what I have to say. Thank you 2019-isbitingmeintheass, falloutchemicalveils, and chriswallastattoos.

Speaking of, I’m out of ideas for patches on his jacket! Also, to clarify: it’s not just filler, I want to share one of my stories with the internet. Update: I’ve decided on bi

I’m working on a character drawing and I’m trying to decide what his sexuality is. He has a boyfriend, and I’m currently thinking either bi or just gay. I know y’all probably don’t care, but I just felt like it might be a good way to start getting more stuff on my blog.

I’m working on a character drawing and I’m trying to decide what his sexuality is. He has a boyfriend, and I’m currently thinking either bi or just gay. I know y’all probably don’t care, but I just felt like it might be a good way to start getting more stuff on my blog.

Holy crap. Please explain how you managed to find the exact right words for this. Because I am amazed

The Closet

i’ve never posted my writing anywhere before but this was so personal to me and i haven’t stopped reading it since i wrote it, so now i guess i hand it off to you. i wrote this at a very low point in my life and, while i am certainly doing better now, i still feel the emotions expressed in this piece quite often. being closeted is hard– it hurts. it really hurts. so, here goes! my writing, now yours as well.

March 3, 2019, 1:07am

Prompt: You knock louder and louder on the door, but nobody answers.

Banging. Thudding. Pounding. Kicking. I’m slamming at the door. I’m trapped, I’m claustrophobic, I’m scared; but worst of all– I’m alone. I have been in here for too long and I’m ready to leave. I miss my friends, I miss my family… I miss the truth. I miss the days when I didn’t see the walls, when it was harder to notice the harsh divide. But almost just as scary- if not scarier- as this deafening isolation is the potential of what’s on the other side of the door. What if it’s worse? I can’t know. “If only the door would just open!” I keep saying to myself. But in my heart of hearts I know it’s for naught. Because this is a door I can only open myself. And I imagine what the world on the other side is like. I fantasize about flying through the door in a burst of color and light, finally happy, finally smiling. A real smile. Not the smile blocked by the walls. A smile that says “I’m free! I’m here! I’m out!” But for now I remain incarcerated. It’s hard to justify, though. Feeling imprisoned when you are your own jailor.