Smh My Head Cuties Like You Deserve All The Nice Things And That's An Indisputable Fact.

sneezing so hard your chair rolls backwards like a fucking howitzer recoiling

the monthly whining (tm)

I feel like such a black sheep on the horny side of tumblr. I'm severely mentally disabled to the point where I can likely never take care of myself and be fully "independent" or "functional", but almost exclusively dominant. Not into any of the usual "dom" things like degradation, and I don't want to hurt anyone. I require almost constant validation to not mentally crumble, so how can I ever be someone else's strong pillar to lean on. I desperately crave affection and affirmation but am so shy and so afraid that ill hurt someone by being myself that I never approach anyone. Still trying to get myself to realize that spam-liking cute peoples' posts is not a recognized method of flirting. Maybe I'm just not cut out for intimacy. I just wish someone would tell me all this is OK, that I'm not some fundamentally incompatible freak of nature for being like this.

what if i sat next to you. and leaned my head on yoir shoulder. and started purring. What then. I Win

well, anonymous user, that is what we in the biology business call "mutualism". You get a soft shoulder to lay on, and I get to pet something. everyone wins!

A four-panel retelling of me and @kyatmiya's beautiful foray into modded minecraft. We decided in a classical example of girlbossing too close to the sun to boot up Terrafirmagreg, one of the most technically challenging and time/grind intensive modpacks we know of. Our first year is on the books, and we're barely surviving by the skins of our teeth. This shit's peak, I haven't had this much fun playing minecraft in a loooong time.

this poor dude is hanging onto their gender identity by a string and Tumblr is waving scissors in the air like a pitchfork mob

Foxes on the mind

holy fucking mood

fumbling every cute tgirl in my dms by being incredibly cute and fuckable but absolutely crippled by social anxiety and never messaging first making her think im not interested

*twirls hair*

people are already posting their april fools jokes, and it's still March 31st for me. fucking hate this holiday I swear to god.

I should not be allowed to act this hard to get when I fall hopelessly in love with anyone that listens to my autistic infodumping and is nice to me.

it has already begun, the destabilization of the yuricosystem. anthropogenic alteration has forever altered the delicate balance of predator and prey. We have played god, girlbossed too close to the sun, and now we must reap the consequences.

on the bright side, more preygirls.

yea, I can live with this.

I took steampunk with a few subclass levels in random fetish. if I am left alone for more than 20 minutes i *will* invent something heinous and it *will* be all of my friends' problems.

I know stereotypes are bad, but let’s be honest—every trans girl has a vibe. So tell me, which one are you?

A cute hacker girl fueled exclusively by energy drinks – You type at lightning speed, have a questionable sleep schedule, and may or may not be a digital cryptid. Bonus points if you can do eyeliner so sharp it doubles as a weapon.

A literal cat/dog (kitten/puppy also valid options) – You either radiate smug feline energy or are the human embodiment of "wagging tail, big eyes, head pats please." No in-between.

Target mom – You have opinions on scented candles, will absolutely offer to buy your friends snacks, and could run a household with military efficiency if you weren’t so busy being cute.

Three communist manifestos in a trench coat trying to add others to their cause – You own at least one tattered copy of The Communist Manifesto, believe transition should be free, and could (and would) unionize a girl’s night out.

Teenage witch – You collect shiny rocks, you’ve considered hexing a TERF, and your idea of self-care involves moon water and aggressively manifesting a hotter body.

OH NO A LITERAL GOBLIN! – You hoard shinies, giggle mischievously, and the concept of “pretty girl” and “chaotic gremlin” are one and the same to you.

A vampire with an addiction to fluffy things – Yes, you are the night. But also, you need a soft blanket, thigh-high socks, and a collection of plushies to survive.

A faerie who steals genders and scrambles eggs – You don’t just crack eggs; you turn them into omelets. Gender is yours to redistribute. Watch out, because if you so much as look at someone, they might start questioning things.

A 1950s housewife but horny and super progressive – You bake, you’re adorable, and you’re absolutely calling someone “darling” while making them question their sexuality.

Goth was never just a phase, it’s a lifestyle – Your wardrobe is mostly black, your eyeliner could kill a man, and you’ve perfected the balance between spooky and sapphic.

Goth but discovering the color brown (steampunk) – You have very strong opinions on corsets, pocket watches, and the intersection of sapphic romance and gears.

Cottagecore is my goal in life – You dream of a cozy cottage in the woods where you and your cute wife bake bread, tend to your garden, and forget what capitalism is.

I choose you, random fetish! – You didn’t mean to be this way, but here you are. Your interests are niche, intense, and probably make people blush when you explain them.

So, which one (or ones) are you? Or are you something even gayer?