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the plushie is a type of creature you can cuddle. its habitat is the bedroom and they have a large social circle of other plushie friends that you can also cuddle.
there are many beautiful things about the plushie
I'm super into pillows and blankets as a single, yearning lesbian. The blankets just feel like a warm hug from a pretty lady and the pillows feel like I'm laying on a girl's tummy or chest to rest while she does something else, absentmindedly rubbing my arm to comfort me to sleep.
If only it were actually a woman, and not just my pillows and blankets.
i cannot hate myself into a version of me i will love.
@kinda-pushy-fem
a beautiful beegirl who runs a candle shop and she is. shes um. shes beesed to meet you.
like if you’re reblogging shit like this you’re obviously a transmisogynist. this is such an obvious gamergate level strawman. even if the person holding this value actually exists (& i don’t doubt this is a misrepresentation) it would be pretty easy to ignore them instead of saying something on the level of, “look how far the trans community has fallen, trans women used to be ACTIVISTS and now all they are is annoying bitches”. It’s the exact same joke as when antifeminists argue that the feminists of old had REAL things to argue about — like employment! and voting! — but now they all just complain about people sitting funny on the bus. It’s a blatantly sexist & antifeminist strawman.
and to top this all off, it's tagged as "transandrophobia". like we're apparently supposed to laugh at the (probably fictional) trans girl being shit-talked in the original post, but simultaneously meant to consider "being told you can't have a blahaj because that's trans girl culture" as a serious example of bigotry against trans men? that's a pretty obvious double standard!
You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.
We really do live in a society lads
you can be a girl
average tgirl experience of saying "we need to kiss" every few days and then continuing to be stuck hours and miles away. but still we must express that we need to kiss, it's important that this gets said
Giving my knights trophies whenever they make me happy (lipstick marks on their faces, neck hickies, collar bone hickies, thigh hickies, light breathy whispers in their ears, etc)
Tumblr users love to act informed on queer history before saying the most insane shit
Date ideas for gay couples
- go shop lifting together
I'd argue for some people the yero chance of winning is the point
having zero chance at winning has NEVER stopped me from wrestling with a dom
"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.
"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"
"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."
"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."
"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.
"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."
"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."
"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.
"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.
"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."
"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."
"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."
I don't necessarily agree with this but it has such a mathematical quality to it somehow
Foxgirl yuri with tail cuddling. You agree. Reblog.
Hypnosis but calling it pet training and getting me to do cute little things like sitting for you and accepting treats and such
The Parable of the Wolf
On a fine spring day, an errant young Wolf wandered away from his pack and, in a sunny forest glade, encountered a Hunter.
"Please don't kill me!" said the Wolf, as the Hunter raised his gun. "I'm not here to hurt you!"
"I don't believe you," replied the Hunter. "Everyone knows that wolves are vile, dangerous creatures. You have claws that rip and tear - how can I possibly trust you?"
"If I pull out my claws," said the Wolf, "will you let me go?"
"Of course," said the Hunter. "Why would I lie to you?"
One by one, the Wolf pulled out his claws. The Hunter watched with a lazy smirk, and when the Wolf was done, he lowered his gun.
"I believe you now," said the Hunter. "You're free to go."
"Thank you!" said the Wolf, who tottered home on bloody paws and told his pack of the Hunter's benevolence. "It's only clawed wolves that the hunters don't like," he said. "So long as we remove them, we'll never be shot." And though some wolves disagreed with this, the most fearful of them listened, and soon a third of the pack was clawless.
A month went by, and in due course, the young Wolf found himself once more alone in the forest. A twig cracked behind him, and when he turned, there was the Hunter, his shiny gun at the ready.
"Wait!" said the Wolf. "I've got no claws, remember? I'm not dangerous!."
"I'd like to believe you," the Hunter said, "but last week, I heard that a little girl was mauled by something with big, sharp teeth, and your teeth look pretty sharp to me."
"If I pull out my teeth," said the Wolf, "will you let me go?"
"Of course," said the Hunter. "Why would I lie to you?"
One by one, the Wolf pulled out his teeth. The Hunter watched with silent intent, and when the Wolf was finished, he let his gun droop low.
"I can see you're a well-behaved pup," said the Hunter. "Go, be on your way."
"Thank you!" said the Wolf, and lolloped home, his jaws dripping blood, to tell the pack of the Hunter's caution. "Something with fangs has committed a terrible crime," he said. "So long as we don't look like them, we'll never be mistaken for monsters." And though the eldest wolves exchanged worried looks, the younger ones listened, and soon a third of the pack was toothless, too.
Another month went by, until one day, drinking at his favourite part of the river, the Wolf realised he wasn't alone, and raised his head to see the Hunter walking towards him, his gun once more at the ready.
"This stream is in my territory," the Wolf said, panicked and puzzled. "What are you doing here? I have neither claws nor teeth, and pose no possible threat to you."
"You don't, it's true," said the Hunter, "but many among your pack have both teeth and claws. How am I to trust your good intentions when you associate with such creatures?"
"If I chased away the toothed and clawed members of my pack," said the Wolf, "will you no longer be afraid of me?"
"Of course," said the Hunter. "Why would I lie to you?"
"I'll do it, then," said the Wolf, and when the Hunter gave the nod, he hurried back to his pack, assembled all the obedient wolves, and told them what had to be done. Though some were troubled by the Hunter's presence in their territory, they all agreed it made no sense to have sacrificed their claws and teeth while still associating with those who hadn't - after all, their stance was a principled one, and what good was principle if it wasn't firmly applied? With that, they banded together to chase the other wolves away, and when they were finished, more than a third of the pack was gone.
His task achieved, the Wolf returned to the river, where the Hunter was patiently waiting, and told him the good news.
"It's done!" he said. "The only wolves left are those without claws, or those without teeth, or those without both, like me."
"I'm glad to hear it," said the Hunter. "I hope the others didn't give you too much trouble?"
"Some of them snapped at us, it's true," said the Wolf, "and others swiped at us with their claws. It was frightening; I understand now why you were afraid."
"That's good," said the Hunter, and tipped his hat as he strolled back the way he'd come.
That night, as the remaining wolves lay sleeping, the Hunter and his fellows snuck up on the den and started shooting. The Wolf awoke in terror and confusion to the sound of gunshots and the howls of his dying friends. Desperately, he tried to fight back, but his toothless jaws found no grip on the limbs of the hunters, and his clawless paws left not a dent in their sturdy coats. All too soon, he was knocked to the ground, and as he lay there, panting in fear, the Hunter came and stood over him.
"Why are you doing this?" cried the Wolf. "I did everything you asked!"
The Hunter shrugged. "At the end of the day, a wolf's a wolf. We never could've trusted you."
Horrified, the Wolf asked, "Then why did you have us pull out our claws and remove our teeth and chase away our friends?"
"Because you were strong together," came the reply. "Like this, you're weak."
"But you said you weren't afraid of us!" begged the Wolf.
The Hunter smiled, and sighed, and raised his gun. "Oh, little pup," he said, "this was never about fear. Why would I lie to you?" And before the Wolf could answer, he pulled the trigger.
it's so fucked up that i had to crack my own egg. i should have been seduced by a girl of ill intent when i was a lonely 17 year old boy. hmph.
84% huh?
good news, Hatsune Miku is in our head
bad news, she's a fujoshi
our forcefem interest is in direct opposition to her... waughhhh
i like women we should make more of them (plurality)
i like women we should make more of them (forcefem)
does miku want to kill ai artists?
miku fun fact #410
there is no such thing as an "ai artist"
miku would prefer the terms "prompt writer" or "target practice"
average tgirl experience of saying "we need to kiss" every few days and then continuing to be stuck hours and miles away. but still we must express that we need to kiss, it's important that this gets said