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I'd care if the person I reblogged this from committed suicide.

Reblog this from anybody. literally. ANYBODY. even if you dont like them or even know them that well. YOU COULD SAVE THEIR LIFE.

need a dragon girl with a weird dick to rail me and make me lay her eggs

Okay I'm stoned and unsure how to phrase this, but i actually really appreciate that genre of sapphic posts that treat trans girls accidentally getting hard and flustered as something cute and innocent, and not like an intentional and sexual thing that must always be horny.

Like, I've seen posts where a femme talks about flirting with her butch, maybe while sitting on her lap, then finding it charming when she inevitably gets hard and starts blushing.

And if that leads to sex then of course that's awesome, but i also appreciate when it isn't automatically treated as a sexual advance.

Like, I'd like to think we all know that nipples can get hard for any number of reasons besides immediate sexual desire. But i feel like people are less willing to acknowledge that dicks get hard for just as many random reasons.

And part of that is because obviously smut will involve things getting sexual. But it's just nice to see the occasional acknowledgement that bodies like mine are appreciated for nonsexual reasons too.

umm i need reassurance that my presence is wanted but i can’t ask for reassurance because that’s really Embarrassing and it wouldn’t feel genuine if i asked for it

Another late night, another night of scrolling

Idk who needs to hear this but take that early transition girl out. Dress her up all pretty and assure her that anyone who dares to say a negative word will have to contend with you. Do her makeup and gently talk her through the steps, do one eye for her and let her try the other one on her own. Kiss her lips and watch the way she grins like a maniac at the imprint that her black lipstick leaves behind. Take her out to the movies or to the mall, walk around and buy her a pair of good boots without letting her look at the price tag, watch the way she smiles shyly and swoons even while insisting she doesn't need them. Tell her 'My love. You loved them instantly and they had your size- it's fate, they're meant to be yours,' and then help her sit down in one of the mall chairs to put them on, watch the way she prances around in them like an excited little girl.

Hold her hand and talk to the lady at Rue 21 for her because you know she's insecure about her voice. Go in the dressing room with her and gently help her into the skirt she was eyeing- one foot, a second, shimmy, shimmy, up- followed by a wonderfully soft sweater that falls just right over her frame. Hug her from behind while she looks in the mirror and feels beautiful, basking in her euphoria. Whisper into her ear how proud you are of her- how brave she is, how beautiful, how honored you are to be able to share this journey with her.

Take her to dinner and kiss her while you wait for your food, run your hands down her freshly shaven arms and gently caress over the back of her neck. Offer her some of your ramen while you take a bite of her fried rice, and clumsily attempt to feed her a bite of sushi with some chopsticks.

And then. Take her home, with all the bags that now hold the beginnings of her new wardrobe, and help her hang them up, try them on. Let her have a fashion show and gently wipe her makeup off before sleep. Kiss her and caress her and shower her with affection, with praise and love and adoration. Let her melt into your arms and if she cries let the tears soak into your shirt. Gently caress her hair and say 'its okay, baby girl. I love making you feel beautiful,'

Or something, idk.

reblog this to remind the person you reblogged it from that theyre loved

I wish I had the attention span and focus to cultivate a following on anything whether that'd be twitter or Tumblr or whatever

But like it's just not there, I should really ramble more though. And stretch that muscle of both writing and self expression. Cause damn does it not feel easy.

Actually also energy to interact with people. Cause there's so many cool transfems and people in general on this platform I'd love to talk to but I just don't ever have the energy to do so

every time a trans girl infodumps me abt something they're passionate about i cant help but i fall in love a little bit

Being horny specifically for petplay is so embarrassing like yeah I want you to yank me around on leash and puppy talk at me and give me attention and scritches and jesus just kill me rn

99% of ramblers quit right before they conceive of a coherent thought. KEEP TALKING

Literally yearning for transition so hard that I can't sleep. Fuck I want someone to hold my hand and pull me into the world of womanhood so bad. I think I'd even kill for it.

Being hugged by another tgirl and being told that everything is gonna be okay would fix me. Being acknowledged would fix me. Being seen would fix me. Please someone see me.

Hot sweaty frotting wouldn't hurt but I need the other stuff first.

feeling gender dysphoria is so jarring

Like the reason I don't like clothes shopping and never did is probably to do with the fact that I don't feel comfortable in this body. But then again when I'm presented with the option to buy feminine clothing it feels so... foreign. I want to get over that feeling but it's hard. I'm always worrying about what others think of me, and as much as I've learned to tune it out it's difficult sometimes.

Like grahhhh I wish I could magically become a girl, have a body I didn't loathe being in. I need to be able to detach my penis at will, genuinely just annoying as fuck sometimes. I want boobs cause boobs are cool. And dammit I want to be pretty.

HIGH ON STANDARDS LOW ON SKILL. CREATIVE PROCESS MAKE YOU ILL

Danez Smith, Don't Call Us Dead

survived checking my bank account. i deserve a little treat

you know that post that's like "if thinking naruto would be proud of you for brushing your teeth gets you to brush your teeth go for it" well today i texted my friends and asked them to pretend to be wizards sending me on a grand quest to eat lunch and buy hand soap and it worked so well i put a load of laundry in and did the dishes too so. i don't know what the lesson is here but maybe give that a try

If you were a boy who wore a swim shirt every time you were swimming and got teased for how you refused to take it off even though even you couldn't really explain why, how's being a girl?

i think love is stored in nighttime conversations and “did you eat yet” and books left outside your door and “i waited to watch this with you” and splitting something in half to share and “im proud of you” and folded towels and “you can pick” and heads on shoulders and “you’re right, that was shitty. im sorry” and knocks on doors and “DINNER!” and stupid jokes and “hey i got this for you” and coffee made just right and… there are so many ways people say i love you silently every day over and over again if you only listen

flat chested girlies are not nearly as represented as they should be in character design, but i think a very underrated body type to use in character design is girl whose chest is flatter than her tummy

the fucking thing where a lot of trans women can't. get our lives started for a long time. until we transition and then so often it's like. suddenly you know things about yourself like there's a being inhabiting this body. you start thinking about things you want to do, ways to go out and finally live. and then. the whole damn world is like, no go fucking back in the hole. and it's so hard to live now that you . actually want to

you! guy who likes fictional lesbians to the point of feeling a strange sense of pain! you can be a lesbian. but there are some steps you have to complete first