“ ugly ” regression
☆ it’s not talked enough in regression about the hard big angry feelings. It’s not always relaxing and playing
☆ I want to yell and cry
☆ Throw my toys and push you away
☆ I don’t understand how to process these big feelings
☆ I can’t verbalise what I want
☆ All I want to do is scream and tantrum
☆ Things aren’t going my way and I’m not spoiled for feeling that
☆ I wanna scribble all over my pretty drawing in a black crayon
☆ It’s okay to feel this way
☆ It’s okay to get those feelings out
reblog if people r allowed to send u asks as if theyre ur friend. wanna tell me how ur day went? do it!!! ask me for advice? sure! ask a personal question? go right on ahead!
Fictive culture is having an alter do stuff that the character would never do- like Emperor Belos laughing and playing Mariokart, or William Afton screaming the lyrics to Jort Storm.
Source would never do it, but boy oh boy would the fictives
-Wiggly❇️
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Right, considering the current state of corporate politics on this site, and that it seems that only those affected seem to be actively speaking on the matter, it is up to I, the only fucking cishet on tumblr, to drag this out to a wider audience.
We need to show these higher ups how much we truly value them.
Actually fuck this site for banning predestrogen.
Being trans is HARD, and the fact that even “the queerest place on the internet” is after us is a genuine fucking tragedy.
We come to places like tumblr to ESCAPE the rampant transphobia and shitty legislation right outside our doors, but OHP! Turns out we aren’t safe in here either!
Whether staff just blows this over and acts normal again or just straight up purges all of us, sincerely, fuck you Matt Mullenweg. I cast car hammer explosion.
Here’s a transition comparison for all of you. We stay silly.
if all you transmascs don’t yet have a close transmasc friend to share dysphoria tips with, you need one.
this is non-negotiable.
you will have a transmasc friend in 2024.
Turn your volume up and enjoy 60 seconds of badgers nomming on grass
I think I'm angelkin, and by “think” I mean I am, I'm just choosing to force myself into denial. I'm not pure, I'm not holy, I'm not sacred. I'm not pure white and beautiful, my back bleeds from where my wings were ripped, my purity torn from me, if I ever had it all. I'm not pure. I'm not pretty. I'm not holy. I'm not deserving enough of being an angel. I never was. I never will be. I can't be.
why is it so hard for able bodied people to believe that doctors are sometimes just incompetent? you realize doctors are people, right? people that can be bad at their job. that happens sometimes. they don't know everything because there's a piece of paper on their wall that says they're smart, actually. they can sometimes be wrong, actually. they can sometimes cut corners and take the easy way out, actually. they can sometimes hate their job and make that their patients problem, actually. doctors aren't all saints who do everything right the first time. please stop invalidating disabled people when they complain about their terrible treatment at the hands of medical professionals. please stop putting the feelings of doctors over the lives of their patients.