Ratvar

Yup I sure did exsist. Transfem also. Can't forget that. (Robot,,,, hnnngrgggrgg) Also big thankies to deadeyedfae for the PFP (go support them!!!!) not a minor. 18+ but that's it you don't get more

[eebie]

FIRST =YOU DRINK ALL MY [[JARONA]]

[mmuds]

Tasque manager nun animation

[albva]

[albva]

um. i think that will make an even awkwarder silence

[cottoncandylesbo]

what the fuck

[violently-puppy-deactivated2026]

ohhhh you elfsturbating 😧😲

[zulashur]

Cider is like if beer transitioned and stopped hating herself

[whatt-to-do]

bro shutup im trying to remember what i just said

[loveridden1999]

problematic sudoku solving skills gap

[featuringmarkhoppus]

[fellator]

this fetish stuff is getting out of hand what the fuck is word play

[beardedmrbean]

[pocket-deer-belly]

im telling you it's transfem wish fulfillment

[pocket-deer-belly]

i really like how this girl is being helped at every step. like her sister comments on how she's brave enough to go out alone now, but she's too scared to finally step into the grocery store, so the show just summons another character who helps her grocery shopping. what if the world was nice to girls

[pocket-deer-belly]

every episode is about demystifying another aspect of girlhood that's also framed as like, recovering from depression. You get over wearing panties and skirts which feel insurmountable at first and now hair care and styling are an adventure. you get over wearing your hair in pigtails casually and now getting the courage to cook is an adventure. you get used to doing some chores around the house and your sister notices how much happier you seem and how much more time you spend together like you used to. you get used to being a girl at home and now being a girl outside with safe people is an adventure. you're not quite ready to be all on your own outside but you meet a friend and now girl friendships are an adventure.

there's an implication that our main character and her little sister used to be a lot closer when they were younger but "for some reason" the older "brother" became a shut in as she grew up. her becoming a girl being a cure for self-sabotaging depression is just like, a real effect of taking estrogen the transfem reading writes itself

[catgirlfingies]

I need to find this cafe

[jjs-sweet-brain-eating-parasite]

[isawken]

going over to my minimalist girlfriend’s house and she apologizes profusely for the mess and there’s just a single perfect, fresh pea on the floor of her living room

[bluelois]

Blue Lois

[isawken]

can i help you

[redmarge]

Red Marge

[isawken]

jesus christ. I Am Under Fucking Attack

[worldheritagepostorganization]

World Heritage Post

[isawken]

i deserve a medal for this post. not because i was particularly funny but because i survived an onslaught of nearly one hundred gimmick blogs in the wake of this post popping off, and the fact that i didn’t try to track any of them down and snuff them out with my bare hands is a testament to my immeasurable strength and should be rewarded. at one point i had “the official letter h” add on to this post. you wanna know that blog’s gimmick? the really funny and original and worthwhile gimmick the official letter h blog had? yep you guessed it they just gave me the god damned letter H and then fucked off. only jesus knows the suffering i endured over that harsh winter, and he wept for me

[yuve2625]

Skeb commission

[virtualgirladvance]

i could fuck the sun

[saphnn]

explain how

[virtualgirladvance]

you know the sun?

[hazard-symbols-that-fuck-hard]

the most miserable little kitty cat in the world

[birdbrain-embry]

(Reads this to the tune of Hazards of Love 1: The Prettiest Whistles)

[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.