Oh Yea, This Site Exists. Here's A Vent Meme That Got Pressure Cooked In My Prefrontal Cortex At 5AM.

take me down to catgirl city where the boys are girls and the girls are kitty.

Hello chat

I decided to start writing again, and in the spirit of AuDHD threw out everything i wrote before and started a new project. Now, how do I write a character that isn't in some way shape or form me.

Reblog to bonk your mutuals on the head every time they start thinking negatively about themselves

I took steampunk with a few subclass levels in random fetish. if I am left alone for more than 20 minutes i *will* invent something heinous and it *will* be all of my friends' problems.

I know stereotypes are bad, but let’s be honest—every trans girl has a vibe. So tell me, which one are you?

A cute hacker girl fueled exclusively by energy drinks – You type at lightning speed, have a questionable sleep schedule, and may or may not be a digital cryptid. Bonus points if you can do eyeliner so sharp it doubles as a weapon.

A literal cat/dog (kitten/puppy also valid options) – You either radiate smug feline energy or are the human embodiment of "wagging tail, big eyes, head pats please." No in-between.

Target mom – You have opinions on scented candles, will absolutely offer to buy your friends snacks, and could run a household with military efficiency if you weren’t so busy being cute.

Three communist manifestos in a trench coat trying to add others to their cause – You own at least one tattered copy of The Communist Manifesto, believe transition should be free, and could (and would) unionize a girl’s night out.

Teenage witch – You collect shiny rocks, you’ve considered hexing a TERF, and your idea of self-care involves moon water and aggressively manifesting a hotter body.

OH NO A LITERAL GOBLIN! – You hoard shinies, giggle mischievously, and the concept of “pretty girl” and “chaotic gremlin” are one and the same to you.

A vampire with an addiction to fluffy things – Yes, you are the night. But also, you need a soft blanket, thigh-high socks, and a collection of plushies to survive.

A faerie who steals genders and scrambles eggs – You don’t just crack eggs; you turn them into omelets. Gender is yours to redistribute. Watch out, because if you so much as look at someone, they might start questioning things.

A 1950s housewife but horny and super progressive – You bake, you’re adorable, and you’re absolutely calling someone “darling” while making them question their sexuality.

Goth was never just a phase, it’s a lifestyle – Your wardrobe is mostly black, your eyeliner could kill a man, and you’ve perfected the balance between spooky and sapphic.

Goth but discovering the color brown (steampunk) – You have very strong opinions on corsets, pocket watches, and the intersection of sapphic romance and gears.

Cottagecore is my goal in life – You dream of a cozy cottage in the woods where you and your cute wife bake bread, tend to your garden, and forget what capitalism is.

I choose you, random fetish! – You didn’t mean to be this way, but here you are. Your interests are niche, intense, and probably make people blush when you explain them.

So, which one (or ones) are you? Or are you something even gayer?

holy shit me frfr i have like 4 mutuals now that are adorable and i like them but nah I'm gonna keep girlfailing and sheepsbianing because that's what the founding fathers intended

"omg i wanna become friends with this mutual they seem so cool" *makes no moves to interact with said mutual beyond liking posts*

ACTIVE COYOTE ALERT

the cycle

i wake up "reblog this post NOW STOP SCROLLING REBLOG THIS OR YOU'RE A HEARTLESS MONSTER YOU COULD LITERALLY SAVE LIVES IM DISSAPOINTED IN YOU IF YOU DONT IMMEDIATELY REBLOG THIS TO EVERYONE YOU HAVE EVER KNOWN" thanks tumblr, i was looking for something to hate myself for today.

I should not be allowed to act this hard to get when I fall hopelessly in love with anyone that listens to my autistic infodumping and is nice to me.

Reblog if you’re a transfem who is shy and you fear abandonment, even when you know that your friends are amazing and would never leave you.

Or if you like pizza.

So, yesterday was the Trans Day of Visibility, and at no point was I translucent. I was firmly seeable throughout the entire 24 hours. I can no longer legally deny it, guess I'm a girl now, thems the rules.