Why Are There So Many Fucking Pornbots On Tumblr Wtfffff

Me af

Gonna start doing this

sometimes you just have to let yourself be a bit neurodivergent.

i hate going out, it gives me a lot of anxiety and sensory input that i dont like, and i am often forced to talk to people.

so i do this thing on more difficult days, or sometimes just for fun, where i "bring a fictional character with me". i walk and imagine Fictional Character walking next to me. they talk to me, reassure me, hype me up, whatever i need them to do.

today dean winchester came christmas shopping with me. he went over the list with me of stuff i needed to get, told me i was doing a good job every time i finished in a certain shop, reminded me to take a deep breath when i got a little overwhelmed.

and yea. its kinda silly. and i know its just me talking to myself in a different voice, but it Works! especially since all of my special interests/hyperfixations tend to be tv/movie related.

so do what you gotta do to Get Shit Done. stop holding yourself to neurotypical standards. if you need Fictional Character to tell you you're doing a good job, do it! if you need Favourite Singer to walk you to school, do it! yea it might feel silly but you're literally fighting against your own brain to get stuff done every single day. you can have a little self indulgent daydream, as a treat.

I love tumblr cause every week you'll log on and everyone will be like "it's ploobus frintle day" and you'll be introduced to an obscure character from a 1990s comic

I feel like you don't need to drink windex to lose your mind if you would drink windex to lose your mind but uhm... go off?

At this point I just wanna drink windex and wander into the forest, never to be seen again. Living out my life as a creature of the woods, terrorizing the local dog walkers and leaving that group of college students that hang out in the parking lot every Thursday evening with a sight to remember. I shall become a local urban legend and a gang of high schoolers will write a radio play about me in which the twist is that I am not the real monster and I devour the real antagonist.

Girlarson :3

I feel like if you add “girl” to the start of anything it becomes like… ten times cooler, like snuggling is great and all but girlsnuggling? Sign me the fuck uppppppppppppp

Petitions - UK Government and Parliament

Petition: Legally enshrine the right of adults to physically transition using NHS services

Introduce a law to legally protect the right of those aged 18 and over to transition using NHS services. This should specifically cover phys

Uk peeps!! Let’s get this going! 🏳️‍⚧️🇬🇧

Larches deserve more praise

*sees new tumblr*

You seem mentally ill and psychotic

*follows*

How It Starts

It’s innocent at first—just two trans girls sitting way too close, sharing mirrors and brushes, pretending this is just about eyeliner techniques and not about the way our hands keep lingering on each other’s skin. You tilt my chin up, fingers brushing my jaw, and I swear I forget how to breathe.

By the time we’re negotiating our little trade—you’ll teach me how to wing my liner if I do your dishes—the tension has already shifted. The touches last a little longer, the teasing gets a little bolder. The compliments start flowing, layered between giggles and stolen glances.

"Your lips look so soft with that gloss."

"Your skin is so smooth—I could touch it all day."

And then—

It’s in that moment, breath catching, fingers hesitating over soft, shivering skin, that we both realize:

Trans girls who get flustered when you compliment them are so cute, like…

And suddenly, one of us is saying it out loud. Come here so I can feel how hard you are.

The words hang between us, thick with heat, a teasing challenge wrapped in a promise. Eyes flicker, lips part, and suddenly, we’re not pretending anymore. The playful touches become something else—gravitational, inevitable.

One moment, we’re giggling over how clumsy we are at getting each other’s tops off, fingers fumbling over straps, buttons, fabric that suddenly feels far too complicated. The next, our laughter is swallowed by gasps and soft, desperate moans, mouths crashing together in messy, lip-gloss-stained kisses.

Fingers tremble against bare skin, tracing curves we’re still learning to love, gripping hips as we grind together, slowly, achingly, lost in the heat. The world outside doesn’t exist—just us, two desperate girls making up for every moment we were denied this kind of love before.

Breathless, needy, we praise each other between gasps. You’re doing so good. You feel so good. Hands roam, nails dig into soft flesh, and for once—just this once—there is no shame, no hesitation.

Just pleasure. Just warmth. Just us.

Hey! Me and a bunch of other lovely trartists (trans artists) who are way cooler than me made a transwinter collab! We're all just hanging out eating hot choc and dreidling

FEATURING: @kaylasartwork @bubbleverseart @azulcrescent Aryn Ashton who isn't on tumblr @liddimothie @scottishkoifish @brooke2valley @skelotom (who also provided me with the model for her slimes) @beedok @nyxisart @ayviedoesthings @flovverbun @lycans-art-kingdom (it's hard to see but she is providing hot choc) @transpandaart (also @transpanda-1) @deadeyedfae with completely unrelated third party @wyldhavoc @squiretilde @prettiestplatypus @lynnsenpai @welldrawnfish (she is stuck in the tree someone get her down pls) @entroart (as well as Ignis) @lariumbreon and her alter Abyss @koalaphoenix @tresenellaart @darkmagenugget @iristhedarkwitch @nuggetofthesea (and their other alters, Aria, Mira, Chaos, Nova and Nero!) And some complete and utter moron named @shaveyoureyebrows

ALSO there's a Hidden Guy somewhere in the image you will never ever Find him