GAHHHhHh

This isn't cute actually; feral foxgirls are very destructive to the environment.

who else did this

do wish there was more trans media acknowledging that like.... when you probably didn't even grow up as a feminine boy (although in my case compared to a lot of guys I was cus i like....cook and clean and tidy up and stuff) and so the trans feelings kinda just come out of nowhere and overwhelm you and all the realising stuff is in hindsight. like in hindsight i always wanted to dress a certain way or be called a girl but i absolutely didn't know it at the time. like not everyone is that stereotype and a lot of the time you were basically a bit of a lifeless husk before realising you're trans and that makes it so difficult to navigate. like you have no aspirations, maybe 3 friends all of who suck and suddenly you're realising you wish you were a girl. semi related to how vitriolic people are about the very concept of trans girls who used 4chan and stuff. it's like... I guess a lot of people's ideas of what trans women are and were like is very different to a lot of our lived experience.

like a lot of the time, pre transition gender and personality looks like a mattress on the floor, instead of cute feminine always wanted to be a girl always played with the girls sorta thing (again, complicated in my circumstances and a lot of it was essentially not being raised as a Patriarchal asshole)

carbon monoxide

*sits in a pan with olive oil and carmelizes*

So, I'm in traffic, on the highway, right? (When I had this thought, obviously not right now while I'm typing. I'm not an idiot.)

And I'm like "ugh! This would be so much easier if I had a button that was just 'follow that car at a safe distance' and my car just did it!"

Followed quickly by "oh but that might be hard. Maybe they'd need like a bar you could connect to the hitch ..."

GOOD JOB, AMBER! YOU'VE JUST INVENTED TRAINS.

We all deserve to have a long monster tongue probing deep inside us and stretching our holes at least once

.♨️♨️♨️

my blade left no mark. you check yourself, incredulous. the legendary swordswoman’s weapons are immaterial? you are unharmed. you look up to find I am already long gone. you feel a tenderness underneath your nipples. probably nothing.

bulwark of the weak | king of nothing