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Absolute heavy metal that there's a tiny portion of the internet that now (correctly) habitually defaults to it/its as the default Most Feminine Transfem Pronoun. Like yes hi hello it's me, the local it/its girl!!! Thank you for seeing me! What is that syringe and/or pocketwatch and/or leash and/or suspiciously heavy calibre handgun for
this changed it all
The acute awareness of inevitability. You can almost taste it.
It's going to go like this:
The question, when it's time. The answer I know and dread. And then, to prove against any possible ulterior motives, to inarguably demonstrate that what I'm doing isn't out of self-interest, to prove the point: a choreographed sequence. We know the last step, but I want to pretend, just a little longer.
this is my favorite custom discord emoji I've ever made. perfect for after a long day at the long day factory.
"Stay" but it's a desperate starving prayer being sobbed out by something that eats angels
Sometimes you're having fun with friends and then you remember oh wait I actually hate social attention and anyone seeing me and people knowing my name. And then! Something very interesting happens
Hey. Tgirl. Let go. Forget everything you think you know. Madonna knew what the fuck she was saying. Listen, this isn't fantasy, it's practical advice.
Let go.
That girl? Look into her eyes like you've never seen them. Kiss her like you've never had a kiss before and you don't know what you're doing. Slow. Let the hunger build, and let yourself not know what to do with it. Forget everything you've attached to your ego, everything about the self-administered personality test checksum you think of as your preferences. Domme, sub, top, bottom, all that. Dysphoria, expectation, the ways you "should" fuck. The idea that you're supposed to know what you want, or that not knowing what you want says something about you. The playbook, doing the things you expect yourself to do because you think the kind of person you are would do those things.
Throw it out. Realise: that shit's all a lie. Explore with no conclusions in mind and no pressure to have them.
Learn to feel with every part of you. You think that sounds kind of tautological, right? But no, I mean it. Really learn to feel, completely in the moment, with every part of your body you can manage, and with your whole consciousness completely present. Get out of your head and realise you live in your fingertips. The only way you'll ever know what you really want is to learn what desire wells up in you when your body and hers are all that exists.
Blood test results are back. 0’s across the board, dry as a bone under the hood, they’re not sure what they’ve got in those vials but it recoils from light and lunges towards living tissue, which is all normal for girls these days.
A fragment from a dream
You've never seen Jessica's face look like this. The expression that settles over her is alien; it's… calm, you think, but it's a hard calm, like something turned her racing heart to stone. It must be contagious, somehow; you feel that same stone drop in your stomach.
She sees the look you're giving her. Stands to her full height— you come up to her chin— and gazes down at you. Her expression quivers for just a split second with an emotion you can't identify.
"Honour is enough," she says. It doesn't make sense. Your sister would never say something like that. But after a moment your brain catches up. She's talking about the argument you had last night. She's saying that she plans to take the seat on the Princes' Council after all, to manage the family's lands and legal duties, consign herself to a political marriage, set aside everything she wanted, for… for what?
For you. Oh, Ancestors, she's going to sacrifice herself for you, to protect you from getting decommissioned as a political example.
You do the only thing you can think to do; you wait a beat, until a camera drone, picking up on the tension, positions itself to record the juicy highborn family drama and broadcast it to an audience of millions…
And you throw your arms around her long, slender neck, pull her down to your level. You kiss her. You tangle your fingers in her hair and you feel something in her moving through shock to confusion to fear, but that's not what's in control; like always, like always, the thing that moves your elder sister is want. She's still there. Maybe you're not quite you anymore, but she's still her.
You pull away, but you don't take your hands off of her. You stare into her eyes, but when you speak, you're projecting loud enough for the drone's microphone to pick you up.
"Fuck that. I'm not letting you do it alone. They wanted a scandal? They've got one. Jess— I'm not legally a person anymore. I'm technically the property of the reigning Prince of Ys. So we just need to make sure that's you."
"Phoebe, what the hell are you thinking?" Her dark eyes are wide, bloodshot.
A grin spreads across your face. The drone will already be broadcasting the data your systems have just sent out on the screens below, but your sister doesn't have a mistress' implant yet.
"I'm thinking I just authenticated a new user's genetic signature."
Ohhh man. I have a lot to say about this week's main character but Gods help me I do not want to say it in an essay on tumblr dot com.
check out this cool trick i learned falls in love with you too hard and too fast
Really annoyed at having little capacity to write lately
Buy her a bottom surgery and then fuck her in it 👍
No, the pure of heart will see my wisdom
Though let's be honest I'm really more likely to react in a stilted sort of fashion that reads confusingly, which is internally caused by the sensation of a pit opening up in my stomach out of a combination of want and dread and a kind of panic that's not quite shame but is closely related, and just sort of look at you dead-eyed and say nothing. This is normal for girls.
Less an urge to bite the hand that feeds and more an urge to put the fingers of the hand that feeds into my mouth for sex reasons
transformation body horror where you want the end result so badly that even though the process is terrifying and painful, you'll do anything to finally be yourself
watched a sheep-shearing demo yesterday and the sheep do this thing. where they kick and struggle and bleat as the farmer drags them into place for clipping and wrestles them onto their back. the sheep hate it so much because they don't know what's happening.
and then the farmer gets two or three clips in, and the sheep just sort of chills out, and realizes it feels kind of nice. and their coat comes off and five minutes later they're released, shorn and naked, and they go run around with the other freshly-shorn sheep. they rub their skin against the hay and the barn walls and each other, and get startled by the new textures. sometimes they get cold, so they huddle up together or get a under a blanket.
and they will get sheared this time again, next year, and they will kick and struggle and bleat again, because they won't remember how it felt. they will remember a year of being an animal that everything wants to kill, and they won't be ready for someone to try to help them.
