They Should Invent HRT That Turns You Into A Robot Catgirl I'd Buy The Shit Outta That

people are already posting their april fools jokes, and it's still March 31st for me. fucking hate this holiday I swear to god.

oh yea, this site exists. Here's a vent meme that got pressure cooked in my prefrontal cortex at 5AM. Primo literature will be posted at some point(?) when my writers block unblocks. Going through some AO3 writer "sry for not updating i got hit by a falling piano and accused of high treason <3" levels of backstage misery so that may be soon or it may be months. who knows?

United Nations in real life: Noooo you can't do war, we'll be sad and have to wag our finger at you :( United Nations in fiction: We gunned down 26 eldritch horrors this week and we're on our way to kickflip a god.

GMing on short notice be like you guys ever read dune? Ok hear me out so we're dropping on this planet...

you should scroll through your mutuals blogs and mass reblog all their posts cause the reblog button on their page is actually an erogenous zone

im so bad at maintaining online friendships!! im sorry to everyone i’ve had a lovely chat with but havent followed up with!! im a very isolating person and i still consider you my friend i promise !!!

Reblog if you’re a transfem who is shy and you fear abandonment, even when you know that your friends are amazing and would never leave you.

Or if you like pizza.

sure bestie sure

SOLID, COLD BUTTER; IS WHITE

Melted, warm, soft butter; is yellow

gotta start putting these around my blog because I'm far too shy to catch them myself

Lesbian catcher~

I wish i could catch les beans~

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?