Druid propaganda (it’s working)
How could you NOT fall in love with the glow of the moon and stars, the warmth of the sun, the ancient life within the trees, and the sweet melodies of the winds?
I got some fake boobs to slip into my bra and holy shit, this is incredible. This gives me the faith to keep going, I actually feel amazing with these on.
The threat was loud and clear: Report your so-called “DEI” employees or else. What exactly “DEIA or similar ideologies” means is up in the air, but the message was out there. And so was the email address of the DEIA snitching hotline. Fake emails quickly started to roll in. ‘I don’t care, fuck these McCarthyite bastards,” one BlueSky user said, with an screenshot attached of an email to the hotline where he ironically reported Donald Trump and JD Vance for being “put in their positions solely because of their race and/or gender despite the fact that they are wholly unqualified for their jobs and, in some cases, have criminal records.” “Anyone have a script to fire off a billion e-mails an hour??” another user asked in the replies. “Anyone can email anything of any size even if it crashes the site,” one X user noted. The scope and effectiveness of this latest phase of Trump’s anti-DEI crusade remains to be seen.
Are we mutuals 🥺 I don’t know how to check 😞
I need all my mutuals in a headpat circle
Recently I’ve been seeing a strange amount of women with mustaches and I have to say, I’m really digging the look.
Damn I’m jealous…
My outfit and nails go so hard today
Cuties -> @epicheather21 @futchpuppy @tapjuice @godless-of-the-hunt @scythemouse @whitewintersart @finkaksu @ajes29 @germanknifemommy @beautifulpuppydisorder @i-like-violet @cowabungasocks @shequotesherself @jocoder2
You're so real for that. I 100% agree lmao, what I would give to sit in a transfem's lap 🥺
Art by Anthony Machuca ✨️
Uuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhgh I hate allergies. My throat is on fire, my nose is runny and I’m soooo tired, fuck allergies dude.
Sounds like I need to get on prog
At first, it was just about friends—people who were kind, supportive, and just… safe. But now? It’s deeper. It’s like this pull. I need to see them again. I need to know they’re okay. Do they miss me? Do they feel the same pull?
Suddenly, I’m craving touch and closeness in ways I never expected. Like, why do I want to hug everyone and just… stay there? My brain keeps slipping into autopilot, and I catch myself staring at someone thinking, “God, they’re so cute and hot and perfect and I just want to—” And then I have to slam on the brakes before I blurt something out and make things awkward.
But honestly? I kind of love it. It’s messy and intense, but it’s so alive. Before transitioning, I was… numb. I didn't know how to care because I never really needed to. I kept people at arm’s length. Messages annoyed me. Socializing felt like a chore.
Now? I love it. I get excited when someone i know messages me. I’ll stare at my phone waiting for that “hello” from my favorite people. It fills me with emotions in ways I didn’t know I was starving for. It feels like proof—proof that someone thought of me. Me, specifically.
I just wish people messaged first more often. Because if I reach out to you, it means something. It means I care, maybe even more than I should admit out loud.
a comic about a truck
😭 I wish I had a girlfriend to do that with 😭
I am now a proud mother of a wet floor sign
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