I Did. But I Also Technically Didn’t.

I now know how to describe my dog when he sprints inside the house because the grass is wet and he doesn’t like having wet feet

Ploop ploop ploop

Oh sugar I’m so sorry that happened. I’ll reblog to help, even if it ain’t much

hi all! this is wendy @musashi. my tumblr blog was wrongfully terminated, i presume because i recently made a popular post that vaguely mentioned loving trans women and got sacked by the t/e//r////f mob's mass reporting campaign.

the official reason tumblr banned me was for "hoarding urls" which i very much did not do. i just had a lot of sideblogs, almost all of them active at some point or another. now no one can use those URLs because they are tied to a terminated account. if tumblr needed me to release some of the less active ones, i gladly would've.

it appears as though i was mass reported and tumblr just tried to find a reason to nix me because the ter//ve///s were clogging their pipes and i'm the easier answer to the trolley problem at their HQ.

many of these sideblogs are now gone, and i will be working to get them back up in time if i cannot get my account back.

i am putting on a brave face but i am fucking heartbroken. 14 years of my life were on that blog. that is literally half of my life on earth. countless pieces of art, memories, and snapshots of my adolescence and young adulthood just, like, gone. when i suffered from severe traumatic amnesia in 2016, it was that tumblr blog that helped me recall a TON of my life experiences & who i was. that blog literally saved my life.

with it i lose countless memories and almost 10k followers, as well as a community that i spent a very long time building up. tons of friends whos usernames i did not get, and anons who were never able to give them to me.

please share my story! my name is wendy. my old url was musashi. i liked ace attorney. i liked pokemon. i made youtube videos where i talked autistically about my faves. i liked to write, and make people laugh. i loved it here and i am sad tumblr has chosen to side with the mob instead of listening to that story. i have been here since 2010, and my blog and community meant so much to me.

please reblog this post. i am working hard to get my account back, but if i cannot, i want to find my friends and followers again.

I want what they have.

You’re doing so good tho!

drawing food and eating is hard

I chose this bed to lie in.

As long as it’s a bed of flowers I think I’m okay with that fate.

I am a fiend and denegerate trapped inside a dainty little body and I strongly resent this fact.

I WANNA BE A NATURE SPIRIT AND JUST LIVE SHIPPING CHARACTERS AND SLEEPING UNDER STARS! I FORSAKE THIS PRISON OF MORTAL FLESH.

LET ME FERALLY FIEND FOR THE HAPPINESS IN ROMANCE OTHERS DESERVE SINCE IM TOO MUCH OF A HERMIT TO ACHIEVE IT MYSELF IN PEACE.

I just didn’t stand lmao. When people asked, I would say a) I don’t approve of this country, I don’t pledge my allegiance to it, or b) that is some weird fire nation shit and when you put it like that it’s pretty weird

I be like Phoenix wright fr fr

(screw it what's a fun fact about yourself also @ people I'll go first I'm allergic to myself

@escapetheslaughter

@ugly-astral-taurus

@bees-official

@gremlininthedark

@bloodmoon-da-idiot

@multifandomcutie13 )

I know I’m post spamming, but I have got to ask if anyone else be sneezing so hard it gives them a headache and actually hurts, or is that just me and my ex athlete lung capacity biting me in the ass?

I just hate something about being a woman, and that is the fact that no matter how cold hardy I can be (and I am because I nearly had hypothermia once as a child and I’m pretty sure it broke my internal thermostat), for one to two weeks out of a month, because my body in its infinite and unnecessary stupidity just leeches out a shit ton of iron slowly, and suddenly the world is fucking devoid of warmth, and I am left, a half drowned kitten pulled from the depths of a frozen mountain lake, to bundle myself up in dozens of blankets only to find that my fingers and feet are STILL FUCKING COLD. It’s like 100 degrees in my room and I’m STILL IN THREE THICCCC BLANKIES AND IM STILL COLD.

This isn’t fair.