enough about the timeloop I wanna hear about the post-timeloop.
person who just got over the horror of being trapped in a loop and settled into a comfortable routine...but then the timeloop breaks and they struggle to reacclimatize. person trapped in a loop for years who grieved their loved ones—who are suddenly back and acting like nothing happened (because for them nothing did). teenager who aged physically and mentally during the timeloop and now they're so much older than they're supposed to be. random strangers who were trapped in a loop together relieved to get away from each other at last, but feeling oddly bereft of familiar company. service worker who is pissed as fuck to have to go back to work
they don't tell you this but you CAN transition into a goth girl at age 28. it's allowed
Trans girls, in my experience, have largely lived an existence in which for the vast majority of our lives, we've never been anybody's first choice romantically. That's if we're chosen at all.
Second choice? Yeah. Back up plan? Happens. Fetishized? Always.
But never just chosen. Never just pursued. Never loved quite as much as we need. Never the object of obsession. Never the focus of passion.
Every love feels like it's one better option disappearing like a vapor in the wind.
So I say all that to say, if you're romantically inclined, and you love a trans girl. Choose her. Really choose her. Choose her in every moment. Make her feel like she's the only one that matters and do it every day, because it's possible, likely even, that she's never felt that before.
Really choose her, or you will break her heart.
If you're not willing to do that, leave her the fuck alone.
Question, where on this bunny scale would you put yourself?
Fuck you *Turns into a tiny little bunny and scampers away*
Being flirted with is a basic survival need. It goes air, water, being told I'm pretty
“you just want all the female characters you like to be lesbians” yes?
if fighting fatphobia is not part of your politics i don't trust you.
I don't necessarily agree with this but it has such a mathematical quality to it somehow
Giving my knights trophies whenever they make me happy (lipstick marks on their faces, neck hickies, collar bone hickies, thigh hickies, light breathy whispers in their ears, etc)
“tits or ass?” thiiiiiiiighs. dreamy sigh. doesn’t matter how big or small, how muscular or chubby, doesn’t MATTER I will BITE THEM. CHOMP. you will have to pry me off with several peoples’ help. even then I’ll go kicking and screaming.
Vegans of tumblr, listen up. Harvesting agave in the quantities required so you dont have to eat honey is killing mexican long-nosed bats. They feed off the nectar and pollinate the plants. They need the agave. You want to help the environment? Go back to honey. Your liver and thyroid will thank you, as well. Agave is 90% fructose, which can cause a host of issues. Bye.