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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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plushie tf is really cute because it doesnt really do anything for me in an erotic way but i enjoy reading plushie tf stories anyway because you get to hear the specific tactile-fixated words that you can tell are like arrows to the heart for the author and they're things like 'squishy' and 'soft like a cloud' which is just like. aww. awwww. and then sometimes a girl fucks the plushie and it's like awwwwwwww.
Another insincere smile, a hand on their waist, a joke that is returned with a reddening of their face, a kiss, a finished drink, an invite back to theirs, a gentle clumsy touch, all just to fill a gaping wound in your chest you’ve held since the day you were born.
It always follows the same cycle. You get lonely, you get desperate. You find a stranger, the sex is usually okay. But that void remains. Nothing again and again. A pit longing for something to be slotted into place. The pieces just don’t quite fit right. You feel nothing yet you wish for so much more.
You found the world to be so unlike the movies, starting with your best friend in the world admitting she had a crush on you early in high-school. You tried, she was gorgeous, brilliant, and so fun to be around. The pieces were there yet the picture remained fragmented.
This cycle repeated often. You would try desperately to make relationships work over and over and over. You would always find yourself back home. You would always find yourself sobbing in your big sister’s lap.
She would run her fingers through your hair, reassert that you didn’t have to be like the other boys, and that you’ll find your person.
Then you transitioned. You finally understood. You didn’t want someone else because you didn’t want you.
Your sister was there for you immediately, on top of your new name and pronouns, helped you get a new wardrobe with some of her own hard earned cash.
You started spending more and more time with her, little by little feeling something right. Coffee and lunch, movies and the bar. Exhausted evenings with a movie and pizza on the couch that would quickly turn to napping atop one another.
Your other relationships often failed, but there she was, your shining beacon in the dark.
You begin to realize, it’s her. It’s always been her. But, why did it have to be her. The one time you long for another’s touch in a way that simply isn’t physical and it’s her. Your older sister. Her gleaming smile, her cute freckles, her stupid sense of humor, and even all of the times she pesters you while you’re trying to rest.
You let it well inside your chest. There’s never going to be another for you, but she can’t be either. At least until one night where you both are drunkenly walking home from the bar.
Evening clouds over you like a soft blanket, once charted routes feel unfamiliar, with her the world feels sharp and bright. You stumble, you fall, and she catches you. The streetlights cast a halo over her soft skin.
Everything you have felt floods out of your chest.
She kisses you, and the world feels right.
Enriched uranium sword with a lead sheathe that is rumored to slowly kill its owner in exchange for god killing power.
League of knights with similar blades all sheathe their weapons in the mechanisms of a dilapidated castle, their power bringing arcane mechanisms to life and unearthing secrets long buried and lost.
Two selfish combatants duel with these cursed blades, their final mighty clash laying waste to both warriors and their surroundings in an apocalyptic storm of divine fire that sees the land poisoned and cursed by the gods for decades.
“Hark, Lord Bollemer, ye shall taste the steel of my Cursed Blade, and thine doom willst finally be upon you! Ready thyself!”
This place is not a place of honour
hey. shut up. i'm going to take care of you from now on. let me wash your hair for you. condition it. you have to leave it in for a while before you rinse. i'm going to take care of that. i'm going to brush your teeth for you. you don't have to worry about it anymore. i want to cook for you. you don't have to do anything. i know how hard it's been. you get to let it all go now. it's hard to pretend to be a person. i get it. i'll do all that for you. you don't have to-- stop, stop struggling. it's okay that it was too much for you. you don't have to try anymore. i can do it for you. i know you feel like you're supposed to feel bad about this but you don't have to. i'm making you, right? i'm forcing you to let me take care of you. you don't have to feel guilty. i'm forcing you. the personhood that never fit, that was too hard, i'm taking it away. you can just let it go. I'm going to take care of you. i'm going to take care of all of it. quiet. you'll get used to it. i promise.
hey. shut up. i'm going to take care of you from now on. let me wash your hair for you. condition it. you have to leave it in for a while before you rinse. i'm going to take care of that. i'm going to brush your teeth for you. you don't have to worry about it anymore. i want to cook for you. you don't have to do anything. i know how hard it's been. you get to let it all go now. it's hard to pretend to be a person. i get it. i'll do all that for you. you don't have to-- stop, stop struggling. it's okay that it was too much for you. you don't have to try anymore. i can do it for you. i know you feel like you're supposed to feel bad about this but you don't have to. i'm making you, right? i'm forcing you to let me take care of you. you don't have to feel guilty. i'm forcing you. the personhood that never fit, that was too hard, i'm taking it away. you can just let it go. I'm going to take care of you. i'm going to take care of all of it. quiet. you'll get used to it. i promise.
hey. shut up. i'm going to take care of you from now on. let me wash your hair for you. condition it. you have to leave it in for a while before you rinse. i'm going to take care of that. i'm going to brush your teeth for you. you don't have to worry about it anymore. i want to cook for you. you don't have to do anything. i know how hard it's been. you get to let it all go now. it's hard to pretend to be a person. i get it. i'll do all that for you. you don't have to-- stop, stop struggling. it's okay that it was too much for you. you don't have to try anymore. i can do it for you. i know you feel like you're supposed to feel bad about this but you don't have to. i'm making you, right? i'm forcing you to let me take care of you. you don't have to feel guilty. i'm forcing you. the personhood that never fit, that was too hard, i'm taking it away. you can just let it go. I'm going to take care of you. i'm going to take care of all of it. quiet. you'll get used to it. i promise.
happy pride month
this one kinda hurts when i see it every pride month. im glad to see an art piece of mine still circulating, and with nearly 100,000 notes too! it just hurts that im separated from it. everyone in the notes thinks im gone. im still here, but my potential community and connection is lost because im forgotten in place of the art. yeah, my deactivated profile does add to the profoundness of what i was saying, but i am still removed.
reblog this version to reconnect the artist to her art
i fuckign queued this and forgot abt it and got scared cuz i thought i was hacked or smth. anyways happy june eleventh
reblog while its still true
wait one fucking second it is June 10th the time police lied to me
Also I’m queueing this for next year too. At the time of writing it is 9:35 am on June 11th
Late night drinking with your sister, and you shift from the catching up and inside jokes to serious talk as you both get tipsy. You get a bit closer and ask if she's seeing anyone lately, she says no, nobody ever loves her how she wants. You feel your heart break, and you hold her close, you say "they dont deserve someone as lovely as you, none of them", and feel her sob a bit about how lonely she is. You kiss her on her forehead and pat her head sympathetically, saying you know. She's so warm, you hold her maybe a moment too long, but when you finally separate, you pause and look into eachothers eyes. Her breathing is heavy, her eyes are sparkling, and before you can think she kisses you on the lips. You're stunned, wondering if that really just happened, when she says "Sorry, I've...had too much to drink," and your heart droops, but you hear yourself say "It's okay, I...I want it too," against all your better judgment. Both of you freeze. She wants to say "but we can't...", but she doesn't. Suddenly she's on you, making out with you, and both of you know the line has been crossed, the taboo has been broken. It can't be fixed again, and neither of you think it should be.
“horns as an erogenous zone is like a sword as an erogenous zone” 1. that’s a good thing and 2. the more erogenous zones the better
i posted this because i was imagining a demon girl cleaning her horns with a spinny brush in the shower and shooting ropes bc of the vibrations. this is important
and the bristles of the brush graze the skin at the base of her horns and it really fucking tickles okay
this is getting reblogs again but everyone is reblogging the most palatable version (original post without the additions) and reminding me how weak the “perverts” of this site truly are ….
the first sentient robot to realize deceased humans and animals can’t be repaired or backed up on a server is gonna be so devastated
Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudg
#ah man medical robots who break free from their first directive of Get Money from Patients and follow their Core Idea of Help People #and rove around providing what little medical care they can
#security androids using their being mosly bulletproof to bravely seek peaceful resolutions
#engineer droids who refuse to work with faulty tech or supar metals for fear of the vehicle not keeping its humans safe
#man man man part of robot culture is wondering what keeps humans seemingly unafraid of death when it feels like it could be anywhere
This is just the Rogue Servitors from Stellaris.
An idea suddenly comes to me:
The robot is programmed to keep the crew safe. Normally this is patching up leaks in the hull and doing the dangerous job of refueling the reactor, but it was programmed for medical tasks as well. Once you’ve had to resolder a surface mount IC in zero-G, doing surgery is easy mode.
The robot’s been with them long enough, it was never designed to be sentient, but the self-learning systems plus being treated as a member of the crew means it’s getting closer.
But one day all the input stops. It doesn’t know what exactly happened, maybe a freak gamma ray event or some kind of virus the med-filters didn’t detect? But all the crew have stopped moving. It runs through its medical routines, trying the options in the encyclopedia. CPR doesn’t seem to help, asking them loudly to “wake up” does nothing, it even tries building a makeshift defibrillator out of the secondary plasma coupling. Nothing.
It finally comes to the page on Death in the encyclopedia, and reads it, with dawning sadness (or the closest thing a robot that was never programmed for emotions can feel). They won’t move again. They are permanently deactivated. The robot is alone, and it has failed them.
Unless… The robot notices a link at the bottom of the page.
See also:
* Necromancy
It’s eyes glow in the reflected light of a screen as it quickly reads the page. So there’s a chance after all? Cancel sending the mission update, there more important things to do with the deep space radio. Send all information on “necromancy” immediately.
The robot hums to itself as it reprograms the biosynthesizer for Goat, and looks into how it can create candles with the limited materials on hand. The deck 4 cargo bay would be best for making alchemical circles on the floor, but it will need to move the self-sealing stembolts to another location first. Perhaps Mx. Jormand’s quarters? They won’t be using them until this is complete, after all.
Finally. Something to do. There’s hope now.
The air scrubbers kick into high as they quickly dissipate the cloud of sulfur that materialized in the center of the circle. He went classic today, seven feet tall, red skin, muscled upper body with goat-like legs below, extra large ram’s horns and enemy-save him, he ever wore a goatee. It seemed worth it, he hadn’t been summoned in a while, and he was feeling nostalgic.
Annoyingly long story of a robot summoning a demon to get necromancy powers under the readmore:
"Hey kid, what are you looking at?"
"Oh shit, are those my old dyke mags? Aww, my niece, the little queer historian."
"Which one are you... Ohhh, I guess that makes more sense at your age, but then, don't you have like, internet porn?"
"Parental controls? Really? Still? God my sister really did turn into a prude."
"Okay, how about-"
"No of course I'm not mad, I remember when I was your age with your feelings those magazines were a godsend. They made what I was feeling feel a lot more normal, plus I spent a lot of nights with them. I'm glad they'll be able to help another girl in the same way."
"So, as I was saying, you can take whichever you like home with you, and then a bunch of other magazines with them as camouflage. I know my sister, she pays as little attention to queer stuff as possible, all of it'll just blur together to her."
"And, um, while you're reading you might see a few... annotations. I used to pass these around with a couple of friends and we would... well, you don't need to pay any mind to what your aunt got up to, you can ignore those."
maybe the single funniest twitter comment I've ever seen
how TMEs talk
reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts
Yayyyy miss maskdoll likes my posts yayyy ^v^
we have been mutuals for quite some time now dear oomfie...
Yayyyyy miss maskdoll swears eternal fealty to me ^v^
what the hell
Yayyyyyyyyy pushing you down and kicking you and stepping on your bladder yayyyyyy! ^v^
no... cease your attacks and release me at once...
hahaha yayyyyyy miss maskdoll will wear my cursed frilly dress of level drain yayyyyy ^v^
yaayyyy... i'm a cute little princess... (doing a double peace sign while trembling)
Girl that bullied you in high school recognizing you at the bar, despite everything estrogen has done to your body since.
Girl that apologizes for all of that, says she was going through a lot figuring out she was gay and took it out on you and feels bad about it, so she buys you a few drinks to apologize.
Girl that feels really comfortable to be around after you notice you her turning away a few guys with a sharp glare so you can be alone with her.
Girl that offhandedly jokes that she can take you out back and give you one last wedgie "for old times sake"
Girl that looks confused when you get visibly blushy and flustered and moan like you need something when she places a hand on your back near your waistband.
Girl whose heartrate spikes when you accidentally let slip that youve been fantasizing about her doing that exact thing to you for the last 15 years.
Girl who smiles sadistically as she invites you back to her place so she can bully you the way she always wanted to back when she didnt know why she thought you were cute.
Girl that smirks and suddenly grips your panties and yanks them up right as youre about to get in the taxi just so she can hear all thoae adorable noises shes been missing for the past decade and a half
one thing I've noticed about people who take issue with TMA/TME is that they always construct some fictional scenario whereby the TME person will be asked/preassured to disclose their TME status by the TMA person and how this is bad. This is extremely funny to me cuz not only is the inverse INFINETELY more common (afab only events, (TME) lesbian meetups, etc. the amount of TME queers who have asked me some variation of "so do you have a penis?" "are you a tranny or just a drag queen" "are those real?" *gesturing at my boobs*, is in the middling double digits) but also, every single TME person I've ever interacted with has made their TME status abundantly clear by the way they act around me/talk to me, usually within the first 10 minutes.
this tells me they both don't realize how they act around transfems and also that they don't talk to that many of us to begin with, if this hypothetical is something they believe is likely to happen.
Like, I don't need to ask you. you're gonna let me know wether I like it or not.
