It’s honestly whatever.

23 year old bigender fictive heavy system from florida i use she/they/he and i’m a lesbian

[aquinohotelcentral]

[blackfilmmakers]

Anyways-

[sweetashe]

can white trans women stop using the term lynched. Yall do not know the history behind that word. It is not transmisogynstic to call that out. Thank you.

[this-is-anti-islam]

Hi hello white tumblr user, over there is a transgender Muslim. I want you to be normal about them for 5 minutes. If you make a comment about fantasizing about them getting executed, wishing about them leaving their religon, or them detransitioning. I'm putting you in a saw contraption and letting you die. Good luck <333

[lazybones-cookie]

having extreme cramps depsite my period ending last week

i wonder if i’m having a first trimester virgin pregnancy or if it’s my pcos or what

i need to buy more ibuprofen and maybe a heating pad

i’ve been aching for months

[checkyourasianbias]

[lazybones-cookie]

i love doing these

[radnormal]

liking children is bad actually

liking animals is bad actually

liking corpses is bad actually

embracing any harmful paraphilia is bad actually

not getting help or recovering your harmful paraphilia is bad actually

being an endogenic ‘system’ is bad actually

being a willogenic ‘system’ is bad actually

being a tulpagenic ‘system’ is bad actually

being a non-traumagenic ‘system’ is bad actually

being radqueer is bad actually

being pro-contact is bad actually

being xenosatanist is bad actually

being proship is bad actually

being darkship is bad actually

harmful transIDs are bad actually

being a predator is bad actually

being a groomer is bad actually

calling transgender and transpecies ‘transID’ is bad actually

calling yourself a transnazi or a non-ideological nazi is bad actually

calling yourself a harmful ID label wether it be ‘cis’ or ‘trans’ or any other prefix is bad actually

being transage , transabled , transharmful , transrace / race change to another is bad actually

hiding under a fictional label like lolicon , shotacon , and / or kodocon is bad actually

fetishizing people for age , race , gender or sexuality is bad actually

being a terf is bad actually

being a radical feminist is bad actually

ai is bad actually

and yet , people out there have the audacity to oppose this

edit : sophieindumbassland found this ofc she has something to say yea ok

[lazybones-cookie]

oh btw miss horrorslop was originally a little miss sunshine kinsona but she drifted into her own oc due to mental health issues

(early versions)

i was originally gonna name her little miss insecure or something before my interest in horrorslop (and actual horror) resurfaced

[lazybones-cookie]

when i dump a drink onto the dirt (because either it’s not fresh or it tastes like ass) i always think of the worms drinking it and feeling quenched and i feel a lil better about myself

[lazybones-cookie]

Little Miss Divine

if you know this little miss oc from deviantart i am so sorry, she is a product of psychosis

she is still very lovely to have around tho

anyways she is an angelic little miss who goes around and blesses troubled mr. men and little misses

[nonbinaryjudean]

hmmm... i wonder why there might be security at synagogue......

this is since november of 2025 btw

[lazybones-cookie]

is it a dissociative symptom when you feel like your pets or other animals aren’t real because they’re not human

[xtec]

This is what the average YouTube thumbnail looks like now

[noneuclideangarf]

spent too long on this

[xxsilvertailxx]

[lazybones-cookie]

how do i write violent slapstick of my own self-insert without being misogynistic like gooseworx

i prefer doing it when i’m upset at myself

[professionalbitch]

"Why do queer people even need a whole month?"

I am in elementary school. I have discovered something in myself that is different from my peers. I have no words to express this feeling, so I instead live in discomfort for years and years and believe it to be normal.

I am in seventh grade. I have lost my entire friend group because a rumor was spread that because I am queer, I must be a creep. My last sleepover with those friends was spent sitting in the same room as them while they texted each other talking shit about me.

I am in seventh grade. I have endured homophobic bullying from snarky comments to food being thrown at me in the cafeteria, and today finally swing back. I get one of the bullies on the floor and the teacher breaks us up. I get in trouble for fighting while she continues to bully me. Nothing is done about the bullying when I speak up about it.

I am in seventh grade. I am being outed to my entire classroom by the people I share a table with. They are walking to every single desk and telling each classmate I am queer. I watch as every head turns to look at me in disgust. I am completely alienated from that class and spend my days working alone.

I am fourteen or fifteen. The discomfort I have lived with my entire life finally has a name: dysphoria. I have come out to my family as trans. I am in my room alone on my birthday, crying because every card has "girl" on it.

I am fourteen or fifteen. I get a tone with a family member because I am tired of her excuses for continuously misgendering me. Her husband corners me outside and threatens to hit me if I ever talk back to her again, and tells me my identity is made up. My family sides with him.

I am fifteen and sixteen. I wish I could die instead of living in stagnancy.

I am seventeen. My country is passing law after law to restrict my community. Trans people are going missing and being murdered, and their lights are snuffed without so much as a whimper. I am disgusted and afraid and grieving alongside my trans brothers, sisters, and siblings.

I am twenty. I do not speak to much of my family anymore, my mother has only ever called me my birth name, and I have lost every single friend I ever had except one, and had to rebuild myself and my circle from the ground up. Family holidays are hollow. I have self harm scars permanently etched on my skin, purple half-moons under my eyes that are like stains at this point, and I will never forget how I have been treated and what I have endured. My heart breaks knowing millions out there experience the same things and worse.

I am twenty. I am crying in my boyfriend's arms about not feeling like a real man. I am hearing him reassure me that he sees me for me and he loves me as the man I am. My small friend group strictly calls me by my chosen name and pronouns. I am in love, I have more support than ever, and for once, I'm starting to feel glad I'm alive, glad that I held on. For once, I have hope.

I am twenty. It is pride month and I am hearing the same complaints over and over again. And I am not apologizing for existing a little more brightly this month. We have all fucking earned it.