That "OKAY SO" Before Someone U Love Starts Infodumping........ Most Blessed Feeling In The World

Rewatching JoJo Bizarre Adventure right now and UGH, WOMEN!!!! 🥺 Trish is my favorite character, Lisa Lisa being a close second.

Happy birthday Guillermo!!! 🥳

EVERYONE WISH GUILLERMO A HAPPY FIRST BIRTHDAY

Uh oh, what did you do!?

transfem who definitely didn’t fuck your computer: hey… you might wanna check out your pc… it’s not turning on… for some reason…

EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS/DONATIONS - Carrd link below!

Carrd Link for Commission Info! Hello, everyone. My partner and I have recently had our bank accounts drained by stupid US bureaucracy. My husband got injured at work in November, it took him two months to start getting care and consistent worker's comp payments and at the start of the year we were getting charged for insurance that we weren't even eligible for because of a minor -but massive in effect- clerical error. We were losing $550 out of his already small compensation payments, putting us at $35 a pay period. As you can imagine, we have all but run out of money. My husband has called and harassed HR to get the insurance problem fixed, stressing the issue of us being nearly bankrupt, but all we can do is wait and hope they actually fix it this time. And since they decided to make us continue paying for the insurance for the time being, we are still getting practically nothing for comp payments.

So, what this all means is that we have less than a month's worth of funds in our bank. With our medication costs (we're both trans, depressed, and ADHD so we need our meds), rent, utilities, student loan payments and gas payments for my husband to go out of town for PT, we will be broke within a month. I am loathe to ask for money right now, but to be honest we don't have many options. I want to provide something if I can, hence stressing my commissions, however we honestly need anything we can get. We have been selling what we can and I have been trying to hunt for a job, but it's been difficult as an anxious, autistic, and honestly terrified transwoman living in a red state. Know that this is our last resort and we don't make the decision to call out for money lightly.

If you just want to donate, my cashapp is $madlificent or you can send donations via my Ko-fi page.

My husband is also doing emergency commissions if his style is more your jam (he's super talented you should check him out). We do not plan for this to be a recurring thing and we will 1000% update you when things are back on even footing. But for now, we are asking for help and would appreciate anything anyone can spare.

Warmest thanks,

Maddie <3

It’s official, I shall KILL the Apple CEO. I just was typing something and I said “I think my name is” and it auto suggested my deadname. 😭

Me browsing trans and lesbian memes: *happy noises*

The clock saying it’s 1:40 AM:

My adorable blahaj and his son

i am actually insufferable once I get comfortable with someone

Sounds like I need to get on prog

Since starting progesterone, I swear it’s like someone rewired my entire emotional circuitry.

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.