Myth Side Two Is Out And I Have Listened To It And I Am Physically Incapable Of Being Normal Abt It Askjaksjlashflahfasf

struggling to find a way to engage healthily with Tumblr as a trans girl. like, "ah yes, i love cool trans art by cool trans people, let me scroll down and see some more, oh no the united states just banned our right to access oxygen".

Want. And. Need.

TRANS FUCKS AND GIRLY POPS

SHOW @nyahalloshop SOME LOVE FOR THIS SHIT SO WE CAN GET US SOEM SHARK SUITES PLEASE OMG (sorry ik you havent posted this desighn on tumblr yet but OMG)

should i make a post that's like. a script for USA folks talking to relatives and acquaintances about Palestine.

cause i think part of the answer is changing public opinion. if even 10% of the people in USA who are horrified by this genocide happening were able to convince ONE other person, that would be enormous.

so many people are being fed lies by facebook

YEEEEESSSSSS a fellow 12&Clara stan!!! I may never know how a misogynistic chud like Steven Moffat managed to create my favourite fictional QPR I've ever seen in anything anywhere, but that's absolutely what Twelve and Clara are to me and I adore them <3 <3

the other day at the boston show during Sugar In My Coffee (which holds a special place in my heart as a coffee disliker, autistic person with food sensory issues, and ace person) you went on a doctor who rant which. huge mood. but i was reminded and wanted to ask - who is your favorite companion? please specify why in as much detail as you would like. i am holding the microphone out to you. speak your truth

12&Clara is special to me, and Amy Pond trying very hard to plough the Doctor the night before her wedding knocked me into a second puberty

...well that was an emotional rollercoaster X,)

...that is effing amazing <3

I wish that was canon now, I love the thought of Time Lords being way more alien than they're portrayed in the show itself!!

do I go back to my roots and draw river song in such self indulgent ways I get confused messages in my askbox

every girl should make out with alternate timeline versions of themselves

speaking as a trans girl, trans girls are so yummy and nice to eat. if anyone wants to eat me go ahead. i'm literally food.

not many know this but trans girls are actually food. you can just eat them

graham o brien. youre not gonna like this. but you need to fly a second plane into the tower. its the only way to save all of history

Listening to this song feels different after reading this post.

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy