Medusa

Hii! Hru?

I came up with a hc about dorlene and how/why they broke up the other day so I'm just going to ramble about that

Cw canon death mentioned

This was already so tragic with Alice and Wendy (such a cute ship name).

This is soo tragic :(( The others aren’t as brave as Sirius and don’t have the resources. Their argument is soo perfect and the both of them are soo stubborn so neither will back down.

doesn’t matter if you’re trans, cis, or unsure. everyone experiences gender euphoria in the weirdest (/affectionate) ways and i wanna hear about them. tag five of your mutuals or people you just wanna hear from

for me:

singing along to billy joel songs

remembering i do have body hair in the form of a happy trail

cutting my nails and painting them black

tags:

Wearing knee-length shorts

Rolling up the sleeves of my button-downs

Wearing my trench coat for some reason

Singing along to pop punk bands

doing fun grungy makeup

When I look like a true mix between boy and girl

When I understand a concept through a reference, and the person explaining gets it

the fact that I’m going to be student teaching next year (only once a week. Stupid early college program)????

when people affirm that I am as good as I hope I am at things I like

is femme euphoria a thing

i think it totally is

anyways

1. Doing my makeup but especially lipstick, and leaving lipstick marks on cups/things i use

2. dresses that have zippers/buttons/closures of some sort (feels fancier than just slipping one on)

3. my shoes clicking on the floor when i walk

hm: being called pretty/beautiful, people using any feminine terms (im literally cis i just grew up ugly so i had such a disconnect to femininity that i get crazy gender euphoria from people using my pronouns/feminine terms 💀)

1. When my hair curls just right and my rat tails are loose and bendy!!!

2. When I’m wearing like 5 different patterns at once and I genuinely ascend to another gender fuck dimension!

3. When I’m listening to my favorite music and I can just sit and enjoy every single little detail 🥹

1. When I cut my hair short and I felt so much more like myself

2 . Wearing thrifted men’s button ups

3. When someone mentioned the fact that in high school I was sorta known for my fun earrings

Heres a not so friendly reminder, as an lgbt metis person, i dont give a single fuck what your blog is themed or if this is too painful for you to look at. Reblog this post. Reblog this post with the sources of the 751 children who were found.

Your compliance and silence as well as the compliance and silence of your ancestors is what allowed these schools to open and kill first nations children. The children of MY people.

Dont follow me if you cant reblog this post or the one with sources to your political blog or your most popular blog. Add trigger warnings if you must but if your political blog is only focused on the harms you personally face like being lgbt then you need to see some bigger pictures and stop being afraid of angering your racist mutural or actually saying some shit about racism. If you can reblog some antifa graphics or add blm to your bio to be a surface level ally, you can reblog some sources on the genocide first nations people faced and still face today.

They were CHILDREN.

I’d like to add this photo I took last night in Victoria of the statue of Captain Cook. Though I myself am not indigenous, I 100% agree that these murderers, kidnappers and rapists shouldn’t have huge statues and plaques that decorate them and say how “great” they were.

Here’s another photo of the legislative assembly from yesterday. Later on there were more items, candles and signs at the memorial, as well as a big poster with 1505 painted on it but I didn’t get a picture

People need to see this. Not just quickly glance at the photos and keep on scrolling. They need to see this.

I went to a “Cancel Canada Day” event and burst into tears - not because I was surprised to learn of the unmarked graves (survivors told us they were there. Our government pushed it aside, and we let them), but because seeing all the people gathered in mourning drove it home: They. Were. Children.

This is my country’s legacy - and it’s not history. The last schools closed during my lifetime. My Father went to school with students who lived at the local residential school, after it was changed to a boarding house (read: holding centre) for indigenous youth who went to local schools.