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Hello 👋 you can call me Crow or Marcus/Marc, I use he/they and I am boyflux and bi :D
I will probably post a lot of shitty writing stuff (emo poems, bad metaphors e.t.c) about stuff and blog things I guess
Stranger Things

JVL

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Love Begins
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
i don't do bad sauce passes

@theartofmadeline
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YOU ARE THE REASON

Origami Around
Claire Keane

ellievsbear

roma★
sheepfilms
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Peter Solarz

blake kathryn
trying on a metaphor
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@f4ntasy-n3rd
~Intro post~
Hello 👋 you can call me Crow or Marcus/Marc, I use he/they and I am boyflux and bi :D
I will probably post a lot of shitty writing stuff (emo poems, bad metaphors e.t.c) about stuff and blog things I guess
Happy pride people!
So because my brother has a snake, and because I am pagan it has led to this:
My jar of snake shed
Hey, so not the usual content I post but I need some help 😭 I had a question for those that understand binding with trans tape more than I do. So I recently (as in yesterday) started trying it because of the hot weather and binders just became a nightmare, but I can't seem to get my chest flatter, it just seems like support rather than binding? Any tips? (Pictures under, for reference I have quite a small ribcage and D cups)
I'm by no means great at taping, but I think I have enough understanding and experience to semi-effectively explain it, not to mention all my time using kt tape for disability.
Thanks so much!
It's so god damn hot and I'm just sitting here writing doomed yaoi because I have nothing more to do in this HEAT 😭
Hey, so not the usual content I post but I need some help 😭 I had a question for those that understand binding with trans tape more than I do. So I recently (as in yesterday) started trying it because of the hot weather and binders just became a nightmare, but I can't seem to get my chest flatter, it just seems like support rather than binding? Any tips? for reference I have quite a small ribcage and D cups)
UPDATE: I've given up on trans tape. Im autistic as my mutals will know and the sensory issues that it brought were just too much. No matter what I couldn't safely bind as well as I can with a binder and I can't quickly get it off my body when I'm overwhelmed. If you are someone with tits who doesn't want them and autistic/ADHD, I do not recommend especially if you have a large rib to chest ratio
This is actually so unreal 😭
I tryo to fine ONE free drawing software for my windows laptop that isn't reeeeaaaallllyyyy shit and I somehow end up installing 3 FUCKING VIRUSES?!!!
Y'all, don't follow my example, just download GIMP or pay the cash 😭
Dying from the heat rn
really wishing there was a petrova line
Hit like 30°C where I am 😭😭😭
Re-watching the lord of the rings films because they're awesome and just reached about halfway through Two Towers... I always adored Gollum when I was a little closeted transmasc egg and I just realised why. About halfway through the film the conversation between Gollum and smeagol reeeeaaaallllyyyy felt like a lot of conversations I had with myself when I was depressed and battling that part of myself...
LOTR for the win
Y'know, speaking before the English lit 2 exam, if the poem is COTLB I'm gonna be really annoyed because my stupid ADHD brain will read "rode the 600" and just start singing
Six hundred lives at stake
It just one life to take!
And I am never going to get that essay written
Best conversation I have ever overheard outside my house
Drunk guy 1: HEY JAMES!
drunk guy 2: WOT?!
Drunk guy 1: I wanna FUCK YOOOUUU!
Drunk guy 2: As long as it's not gay I'll fuck you!
Beautiful, shakespeare couldn't have written better
That one poem you hated for the whole course and finally choose to revise 5 days before the exam and you become low-key obsessed with>>>>
yknow what i love? so my best friend in the world is a writer (@f4ntasy-n3rd, go check them out), and he writes very serious trans allegories with robots and dragons and shit its great. and I write silly omegaverse dystopian drabbles with the worlds worst grammer. as you can see, gentle reader, we have very different tastes. but yknow what? he does not look down on me. I don't think he's elitist for not wanting to write the same stuff as mine. i still beta read his works, he gets all excited when I walk into the room as him and "GUESS WHAT I WROTE NOW, CROW!", even though he does not want to see my dystopian mpreg fic i wrote a 3am. This is having friends with different tastes
It's also great having a friend who knows you're sex-repulsed ace and then tells you each chapter of their fic to avoid :D
Yo! Cosplay updates on my YouTube channel "@fantasyn3rd"
Tw: dark thoughts
Oppose the amendment redefining transgender identity in India
Change
You hold it in your pocket
As time rolls on and on.
Each date and number carved
Like history in song.
The first coins you ever had
Forgotten at the bottom,
Remembered in wistful memories
Like the falling of a blossom.
Next came notes with faces
That grin across the shine.
These are what you remember most
And you call these ones “mine”.
The notes they change in hue
In colour and in tone
Ones you once welcomes happily
That now sit a dagger in your phone.
You try to hold on tight
To that all-so familiar note
But you eventually see the hurt
And release them. Watch them float.
Then replace them with a card.
It is yours, your own, and yours.
It cannot hurt or threaten you
There is no fear in those paws.
But then you drop your wallet
And all the change spills out;
The new stuff and the old
How quickly it amounts.
And you see that old coin again,
The same but now so changed.
You only just recognise it
Since it’s become estranged.
You pick it up and dust it off
It’s so old now it’s no use.
But you smile as you see it.
It was your first
Your heart
Your youth.
And as the pressure of the now
Slowly crushes you inside
The memory of the coin,
That old and changed design,
Gives a respite
Gives a hope
Gives a memory
And a song betraying…
That maybe it’ll all be alright.