#also yknow

[cedarsmoke4]

Karl sweetie I think those thigh highs are too tight for you🫣

[foryoupeko]

I wanted to make these little cards to showcase the ROD in my post game au but it’s kinda cringe out of context, RIP

But you guys can see these two

[punkish-elf]

thinking back to the first time we felt gender euphoria, and how it just...shined a light on the darkness that was what we thought of ourself. the scattering of cockroaches in the squat of our mental health.

how we didnt know how bad the dysphoria was because of how much it had permeated us and became just what we accepted as "normal", and how much we felt it when we were no longer feeling that initial euphoria.

it's been a few years since then, and having just..my entire shitty childhood recontextualized with knowing this, i just wanna say that like...you can be trans without feeling dysphoric.

you might not know what that word means let alone feels like until you're in your mid-20s like i did. or it might be a while longer. but that first moment of gender euphoria is what you can feel every day of your life, and you have to choose that happiness for yourself.

please.

[swati-art]

Being the ultimate lifeform doesn't make ends meet yknow

[twink-satan]

Worship

[dragon-fat]

because it's good workout without actually working out

[knghtlock]

so uhhhhh, this is a long time coming, but i'm changing my alias for the first time on tumblr! ( mostly because shelly's basically my ACTUAL name & is gonna be my legal name one day! yippee! )

dw you can still call me shelly if you knew me beforehand, but it's kinda fitting that i'm going from one nickname to another that my dear friends in the dis.patch rpc discord have bestowed upon me: shrimp ! <3

[catboybiologist]

In the quiet, unassuming town of Willowbrook, lived a young man named Sierro. Online, he was known as "catboybiologist," a name that had earned him a modest following on Tumblr for his unapologetically explicit artwork and commentary. Sierro was a marine biologist by day and an artist by night, channeling his creative energy into works that challenged societal norms and celebrated queer identity.

Despite his bold online persona, Sierro was introverted and often felt misunderstood by those around him. His Tumblr blog was his sanctuary, a place where he could express himself without fear of judgment. His followers adored him, and he found a sense of belonging in the online community that he had never felt in the real world.

One evening, after posting a particularly provocative piece, Sierro received a message from an anonymous follower. The message was unusually aggressive, accusing him of corrupting young minds and spreading harmful content. Used to trolls, Sierro dismissed the message and moved on. However, the messages kept coming, each more threatening than the last.

Sierro's friends urged him to report the harassment, but he shrugged it off, not wanting to escalate the situation. "It's just some internet troll," he told them. "They'll get bored eventually."

But the threats didn't stop. One night, after a long day at work and an intense drawing session, Sierro decided to take a walk to clear his mind. The air was crisp, and the streets were empty, casting an eerie silence over the town. Lost in thought, he wandered further than he intended, finding himself in an unfamiliar part of Willowbrook.

Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him. Turning around, he saw a shadowy figure lurking in the darkness. His heart raced, and he quickened his pace, but the figure matched his speed. Panic set in, and Sierro broke into a run, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

He darted into an alley, hoping to lose his pursuer, but it was a dead end. Trapped and out of breath, Sierro turned to face the figure. In the dim light, he could make out a mask covering the stranger's face. The figure approached slowly, a menacing aura emanating from him.

"You think you can corrupt our society without consequences?" the masked figure hissed. "Your filth has no place in this world."

Sierro backed away, his mind racing for a way out, but there was none. The figure lunged at him, and Sierro felt a sharp pain as a knife plunged into his side. He screamed, but the sound was swallowed by the empty streets.

The attack was brutal and relentless. Each stab was filled with a hatred that Sierro couldn't comprehend. His vision blurred, and the world around him faded as he collapsed to the ground, blood pooling beneath him.

As his life ebbed away, Sierro's last thoughts were of his online sanctuary, the community that had accepted him for who he was. His art, his voice, silenced by the cruelty of the real world.

The next morning, the residents of Willowbrook were shocked to find the lifeless body of the young artist. The police investigation revealed little about the attacker, who had vanished without a trace. The news of Sierro's death spread quickly, and his online followers mourned the loss of "catboybiologist," a vibrant and courageous voice silenced too soon.

In the aftermath, his friends and followers rallied to honor his memory, sharing his artwork and stories, ensuring that his legacy would live on. Yet, the senseless brutality of his death remained a haunting reminder of the dark undercurrents that could surface in the most unexpected places.

Honestly the most insulting part about this is calling me an artist

Its insulting to actual artists