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thefrogmeister

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Just a geek venting via mediocre poetry

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1 week ago
TARDIS Dragons
TARDIS Dragons
TARDIS Dragons
TARDIS Dragons
TARDIS Dragons

TARDIS dragons

thefrogmeister
3 weeks ago
God Forbid 5000 Year Old Girls Do Anything

god forbid 5000 year old girls do anything

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4 weeks ago
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1 month ago

You filled my field with flowers,

You filled my heart with gold,

You filled my head with memories,

So I'll love you 'till we're old.

I'll water your own flowers,

I'll pour my heart into yours,

I'll give you all my memories,

And love you 'till we're gone.


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thefrogmeister
1 month ago

So there's a really specific type of fic I LOVE but struggle to find, as I don't know the tag (or if one even exists).

Has anyone found fanfics that involve someone with super hearing/access to a person's heart monitor readout being able to tell that someone is in distress and helping them? Bonus if there is panic/tears involved

Please Tumblr I beg of thee


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thefrogmeister
2 months ago

I have never once wished for Tolkien to still be alive as much as I do in this moment

(Some more clips)

thefrogmeister
2 months ago
Brother Ignatz Trying To Get Out Of Dish Duty By Pretending To Be A Stand Of Reeds. Again.

Brother Ignatz trying to get out of dish duty by pretending to be a stand of reeds. again.

thefrogmeister
2 months ago

my dad was outside feeding the slugs cucumber slices earlier

thefrogmeister
3 months ago

Hey students, here’s a pro tip: do not write an email to your prof while you’re seriously sick.

Signed, a person who somehow came up with “dear hello, I am sick and not sure if I’ll be alive to come tomorrow and I’m sorry, best slutantions, [name]”.

thefrogmeister
3 months ago
Kian as a cadet runs through the rain on Kamino. a reflection of the Umbaran landscape is in a puddle, matching him with a clone who is also running through the mist.

Playing Pretend. 2023.

I just wanted to do a piece to break the burnout, so have a smol baby clone running in the rain.

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3 months ago
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3 months ago
Am I The Good Boy? Really??

Am I the good boy? Really??

thefrogmeister
3 months ago
HOLD UP HOW WAS I NOT AWARE OF THIS

HOLD UP HOW WAS I NOT AWARE OF THIS

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3 months ago
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8 months ago
So I Have A Folder On My Notepad That I Keep Fanfic Ideas In, And Just...

So I have a folder on my notepad that I keep fanfic ideas in, and just...

WTF DOES THAT MEAN????? That could have been a perfectly serviceable fic idea and I will NEVER KNOW!!! Just, why? Why wind turbines?

I am so bloody confused istg-


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thefrogmeister
1 year ago
My Transgender Ass Be Sitting In The Corner Like HeaddownheaddownHEADDOWN- Until I Can Go Cry In My Room

My transgender ass be sitting in the corner like headdownheaddownHEADDOWN- until I can go cry in my room and watch queer people on YouTube to escape...

Anyway that's gonna be an interesting conversation in a couple years time


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1 year ago
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1 year ago

Scars

My body is littered with Scars that I made. Pinks and bright whites, ridges and dips, a minefield of lines hide what's underneath. A broken soul and an empty heart, the remnants of a shattered boy, smashed by the ones who were meant to protect. Surviving the only way I know how, with Scars on my skin and my shattered soul.

This is about my struggle with sh, how my scars are something I'm scared of people seeing, but are still somehow things I look at and feel a strange love for. How I feel so numb and tired all the time, and how when I do feel it is dulled a distant, and I don't know what it is. How I was broken by people who's love was meant to be unconditional, yet they caused me pain in form of screamed words, sarcastic sneered comments, ridicule and physical hurt. How the only way they left me to cope was through taking control of who hurt me by hating and hurting myself. I'm going to have to learn how to heal these shards and learn to feel again when I get out, but for now I must only survive. Albeit slightly healthier than I did or sometimes still do, as I have had to teach myself how to help and work with my brain. To people out there who feel the same, I hear you. You will not always live in silent fear. I promise. ✌️♥️🌱


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thefrogmeister
1 year ago

The world moves around my body, sensations ghosts on my empty form. I hear the sound of life, of people, anchored in the here and now. Their world in colour, vibrant touch, souls as light as feathers. Webs of feeling stretch between, emotion, taste, (felt, not unseen).

My world I see in black and white, my anchor cut, all light unfelt. Inside my mind a world of dreams, of light and colour, (touch, all seen). My comfort, it bleeds thin. Too many layers, broken webs, foggy eyes with my too-full head. This world it feels too much for me, heavy soul, all in 2D. Inside my mind I find recluse, running free in vibrant stories. I watch it all as I move through, webs twist around, trap me apart. This life it is not meant for me. People ground. And I cut free.


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1 year ago

Voices

It lingers there in the back of my mind, dormant, dark, so far from alone, poisoning me from the inside out, her voice, his, in the back of my head. Then mine. It slithers, hidden, through the back of my mind, blood, cuts, burns, fill me up inside, spilling through the cracks of my skin, death's voice, mine, in the back of my head. Then theirs. It crowds, insistent, in the back of my mind, hatred, abuse, all bundled as one, tearing me from the place I call safe, their voices, all, in the back of my head.

This poem is about my experience being trans in a household where being out could be potentially unsafe, and hearing people around me that are meant to protect, nurture and support me insult and make fun of people like me. It talks about bad coping mechanism, and how when I try to escape online to people who accept and understand me, despite having no idea who I am, there are always bigots there to insult and degrade me for something I have no choice over. That and given the current situation in the UK, I think all us trans and LGBTQIAP+ people could do with a break, soooo yeah! Feel free to vent in the comment, but please be kind. Now more than ever, we must stick together. Stay safe out there! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈♥️


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thefrogmeister
1 year ago

I Am Not Her

I am not Her. Her with Her hips and Her chest and Her hair, with Her voice and Her face and all that's "down there". Comfortable, happy, with all who She is, who is proud to buy bras, with pads as She grows, Not checking Her calendar like She's on death row, Not watching the waiter, will they call Her "Sir"? Will Her friends use His name or insist He is Her? No, I am not Her, happy and free, I am trapped, I am scared, why can't I break free? Peel off my skin and expose what's inside, the flatness, the chest hair, a bulge in my jeans. But I CAN'T, so I hide in this ill fitting suit, that tightens and squeezes as the waiter says "Miss". I am Him with His shoulders, His chest and His hair, with His voice and His face and all that's "down there". So I hope and I hide in this ill fitting suit, Him who is trapped, pulled down by twin weights, Him with His boxers and a shaver with time, Counting the minutes 'till I can say He, I am Him, I am Them, happy and free. But still my suit blocks the light to my skin underneath, hiding from sight the Boy who is me. I am Him, I am Them.

And I.

Am.

Not.

Her.

Just a small poem about my experience with gender dysphoria I wrote in like 20 mins. I am boyfluidflux, and use he/they/it and most other neopronouns. Feel free to leave constructive criticism, and to those who feel this, I'm sorry society has trapped you like it traps me. Have a good day, peeps, take care!!! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈


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