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FACTS!!!! I had this same experience a few days ago, where I looked up from my mirror to find that I had a giddy smile on my face after thinking “wow, she’s so beautiful…”

I spent a solid two minutes in the bathroom just staring at my boobs in the tight shirt I wore today—turning side to side, watching how the fabric clung just right, how soft and natural it all looked. My hands hovered over my chest, not quite touching, just feeling the shape, the weight, the realness of it all. I caught my own reflection smiling—like, actually smiling—and it hit me like a wave. Oh. Oh. She’s real. She’s me.

And now, I’m lying in bed, still thinking about it, still feeling giddy in a way I never used to. There was a time when mirrors only showed me a stranger—someone I avoided looking at too long, someone I dressed in baggy shirts and hunched shoulders, hoping no one would really see me. I remember those nights, lying awake, tracing the outlines of a body that didn’t feel like my own, trying to imagine something softer, something that felt right.

But now? Now I am that softness. Now I wear my tightest shirt just to admire how my body has changed, how it’s mine in a way it never was before. The way my collarbones sit just a little differently, the gentle curve of my waist, the way my hair falls against my shoulders—every little detail whispering, you’re her, you’re here, you made it.

learning exciting new things, like "when i take edibles i get obsessed with boobs"

Honestly I think one of the biggest appeals to the HDG fandom is seated in a near primal level of feelings. We as humans have spent our entire existence as being the big friend shaped creature that loves to pack bond and love other creatures with such a fervor that it seems endless to these less long lived animals.

Just to imagine that same feeling that your cat gets when they get scratched by you, or the adoring feeling that your dog gets when they see you come home from work, I think there's a deep rooted longing that we as a species also cry out for those same feelings.

many girls who "want" to "fight" are masochists with extra steps. to them, it's a ritual to goad you into throwing another punch. a few others are genuine brats. these ones want to lose. they really will offer tooth and nail resistance but they want to lose. listen. both of these things are respectable. fun! i won't just entertain them: in the right mood i very much enjoy fulfilling their symbiotic roles. but fighting is when you both think you are going to win. fighting is when one of you is wrong.

Ok, the things I’ve heard about this fandom being a cognitohazard for trans women are not wrong. I’ve woken up the past few days imagining vines curling over my thighs and I’ve already changed the reminder on my phone for my HRT to ‘Take your Xenodrugs.’ What is HAPPENING to me??? How was it so easy???

Man, I love fat tummy…

woah robots are so cool

Fuck the person you reblog this from, reblog to give YOURSELF bigger tits!