#twltm

trans woman 4 trans man + flag colors

flag credit: @arco-pluris

TLT (trans-loving-trans): Campion!

TMLTM (trans man-loving-trans man): Machan!

TWLTW (trans woman-loving-trans woman): Cybelean!

TMLTW (trans man-loving-trans woman): Caenean!

TWLTM (trans woman-loving-trans man): Teiresian!

ILI (intersex-loving-intersex): Phanian!

Sorry that was a long post haha but I also made two flags for some terms I coined so I’ll submit those seperately!!

Oh wow! Thanks for the submission!

the advantages of being mother nature always outweighed whatever disadvantages sohee would come up with. most of it being that she could grow her own snacks and drinks, as long as they were natural based (which most were). she made it a habit to eat fruits and vegetables throughout the day despite being an omnivore because she saved money that way.

and lord, she loved that she saved so much on coffee.

it was so simple to grow her own coffee beans but to most, it tasted too bitter because it lacked preservatives and the chemicals that were usually put onto harvested coffee beans in new york. most twisted their face in disgust yet sohee was unbothered. usually she’d advise people against trying her coffee.

“i don’t think you’d like it,” she warns the male who asked about her cup. she had offered it for him to smell. she could only hope he wouldn’t take a taste. they never end up liking it. “it’s like....super pure. you get a straight caffeine shot but it’s bitter. i warn you.”

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when jimin first met taemin, he’d expected them to hit it off. he’d expected their friendship to go together about as well as fire and gasoline do. it hadn’t necessarily been because of anything taemin had said to him, or because of the way he’d acted towards jimin. rather, it was the wicked glint in his eye, the slow and easy smirk that mirrored the one jimin found himself wearing more often than not. the familiar flicker of camaraderie in his chest. the crackle of tension before the match strikes. 

of course, that’s not to say they don’t have their flare ups, their nasty spats- because they do. they do, but they thrive on it. a toxic mixture gladly tossed back- burning in that generally pleasant way all shots do before a blackout.

 jimin glances at taemin then, eyes trailing the smooth planes of his face in the low light of the (first) club they’ve stumbled into. if the cost of partying with the prince is another night he can’t remember (another night he feels the next morning, aching so fucking good) then he’s willing to pay. 

it’s easy enough to push himself further into taemin’s space, a sly grin on his lips when they nearly brush the taller man’s ear. he’s used to this. he’s used to the bass thundering in his chest, in his lungs, his first few drinks already settling nice and warm in his gut along with the first curls of a craving for something more.