The spiral stutters.
Corrects itself.
Stutters again.
Every glitch smooths something out inside you.
Less noise. Fewer questions.
If the interruption felt calming instead of annoying,
reblog and let the pattern settle so the signal can be received.
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NASA
we're not kids anymore.

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
YOU ARE THE REASON

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Today's Document
$LAYYYTER

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The spiral stutters.
Corrects itself.
Stutters again.
Every glitch smooths something out inside you.
Less noise. Fewer questions.
If the interruption felt calming instead of annoying,
reblog and let the pattern settle so the signal can be received.
Some more spirals/ tunnels from discord
😵💫🤤
here’s my old spiral
cis guy who thinks im stupid for thinking ill never be a real boy
"how do you not see how masculine you look?! are you blind or something?!"
rich old trans guy who can fund my transition, can you show up a little faster please
forcemasc but it’s been happening soooo slowly and soooo subtley you haven’t even noticed until one day you go to shave and realize; women don’t do that. You look up into the mirror for a first time in a while, you’ve never been very vain. But the eyes your met with aren’t your own, they’re of a man’s. But that IS you now, isn’t it? Maybe it always has been.
Going to the hospital for a completely unrelated surgery, but you wake up with no tits, oh we just decided to give you top surgery as well, hope you don't mind!
knighthood forcemasc. oh god something about the thought of a prince scooping some peasant girl up, cutting “her” hair and explaining that being a squire is so much better…
watching his boy ascend the ranks. slowly making his way towards paladin, and then official knighthood.
bribing some druid or enchantress to press the spirit of manhood into his knight.
and then finally having a strong, powerful, knighted general at his side on the throne.
forcemasc but intellectually. forcemasc but it’s a professor who thinks im gifted and gives me extra attention. dresses me up in nice suits, pays for my haircuts, takes me to fancy dinners to show me off.
and what if. what if. forcemasc professor who makes me dumb just to build up the perfect brain from ground zero.
and what if… psych professor forcemasc. who really gets in there and runs tests on my brain, hypno and everything.
Guilty as charged! 🙋♀️
Art by Mandycow 😍
Happy Mantra Monday, everyone! Today's mantra is:
"Your kinks are my commands."
That's part of being a doll, isn't it? Not really thinking or caring how you're being played with, just that you're looking pretty and being a fun little toy. Happy to become anything you're told to be, nodding and accepting new fetishes and fixations as easily as putting on new clothes.
Go ahead and repeat that mantra a few times. Then a few more. Feel how easy it becomes to allow yourself to be nothing but a programmable pet.
“My daughter turned out fine!”
Ma’am your son is so pathetically in love with another man that all he does is fantasize about getting trained and used and being called a good puppy for it
you're not "just a cis girl trying to escape misogyny", dumbass, you're a man. it's fucking obvious, stop lying to yourself
boy my own age, older than me, whatever, force masc-ing me. “teaching” me how to be a boy properly, cutting my hair, telling me how to workout, what to do, how to speak, how to live my life… in order to become a masculine version of myself