I Have Been Hit With The Hammer Of Eldritch Knowledge. I'm Not Frontstuck At All, We're A Median System.

sometimes I think to myself, "I should go make some queer friends that are as freaky as I am. go express myself, stop masking, live as my true self, and probably pound someone into the floor".

And then I remember I live in Bumfuck Nowhere Ohio where its social ostracization at best to be anything other than cisgender, straight, and conservative. dang, that sucks.

*says something in a gc that doesn’t get a response* I should be shot like a dog in the street (non sexually)

Submissive robot dog girl

Call that a subwoofer

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?

Tumblr asks are weird, right?

Yes, and i will be wierder

Reblog to Estrogenize Prev*

*Cis men are welcome to reblog this, but be aware that those labels may not last :3

now what're you implying there

i think the reason forcefem is so popular is because. transition is scary. it's very scary. not just in general, but in the fact you have to be resolved to go through it and grab it with both hands. you can't be passive about it. and wanting things is scary, especially when you've learned to impulsively quash those wants and desires for years.

forcefem isn't just someone holding your hand as you transition. forcefem is someone grabbing onto your hand with an iron grip and forcibly marching you onwards, no matter how scared you are. and the fact that it's not something you chose, but something which is happening to you, makes it somehow less scary. because you don't have to confront any of those scary desires inside you to do it.

which is to say, if you're a "definitely 100% cis boy", and your heart fluttered a bit reading those words and imagining that. good news. I'm grabbing your hand. and I'm not. letting. go.

Not even if you beg~.

the sad reality. I want to drag all my mutuals to my favorite aquariums but they live a distance of one william miles away

the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away

I feel like a poorly written fanfic character with a "dark and mysterious past" but instead of being faux-edgy im just incredibly ashamed of myself and repress vast swathes of my personality and identity into secret "Dbug Lore(tm)". Like, no i dont avoid talking about myself and my feelings to create an air of mystery or coolness, im just nerdy, boring, and deeply traumatized.

holy shit me frfr i have like 4 mutuals now that are adorable and i like them but nah I'm gonna keep girlfailing and sheepsbianing because that's what the founding fathers intended

"omg i wanna become friends with this mutual they seem so cool" *makes no moves to interact with said mutual beyond liking posts*