I’m At 3 Years And Haven’t Been Able To Use That. Did I Miss A Tutorial?

Oooooo wait other Riddle kids???! Is this some crazy canon I didn’t know about or is it fanon?!

This one is old, but I like it so I redid some things

The riddle children according to what I saw fanon and canon say

Anyway F*ck TERFs

have you ever shipped something so hard that you become irrationally happy and make a sound akin to steam escaping from a kettle everytime they so much as stand next to eachother

#birthday #present 😄

“Do you regularly have these thoughts?”

“Have you ever tried drag?”

“How many trans friends do you have? … Just me? Do you want to make more? I have some gals to introduce you to.”

i had a cis gay guy recently tell me that he wished he had a vagina so that he could get pregnant and i sorta just had to hit him with the transfem stare.

Glass sculptures are neat! Especially #dragon ones.

Hiding this shit in the tags coward lmao

> pointed look

Nope I was just being dumb and wanted to be sure before firing shots

> years

I thought you were cute and cool the first time I met you and then was like, “oh Ace so no shot. Oh well.”

My crush like me bacc hehe

Am hap

Damn, I wish I had grown up in a world that didn’t make discovering myself feel like unraveling some long-lost, forbidden love letter—one written in a language I was never meant to understand. A world that didn’t shove me into shadows, didn’t make my body a battlefield, didn’t make my desire to just be feel like rebellion.

But even with all that? I wouldn’t trade this for anything. I love being a trans woman. I love the way transfemininity is soft and untamed all at once, how we rewrite the rules of beauty, of power, of love. Even if I had been “cis,” I think I’d still be something a little wild, a little untethered—too fluid, too free, too full of aching, tender want to fit into the neat little boxes the world tried to fold me into.

And maybe I got here later than I wished, but I got here. And I didn’t do it alone. I’ve found hands to hold, lips to brush against mine, voices that whisper my name like it was always meant to be spoken this way. I’ve found love—not just for others, but for myself. And that? That’s something no world, no past, no regret could ever take from me.

“never too late to be who you might have been” by sara yukiko mon | still from i saw the tv glow, “there is still time”

Think of the DRAMA

polyamory would not always fix the love triangle. sometimes it would make it much, much worse. but they should do it anyway