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sigh

offline I go

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GUYS GUYS SPAM MY ASK BOX BEFORE I HAVE TO GO BACK OFFLINE

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rare teacher w????

"Stop saying 15 year olds with weird interests are cringe, they're 15" this is true however you should also stop saying adults with weird interests are cringe because who gives a shit

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My (42M) former and current sidekicks (32M,23M,21M,15M) have unionized

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GAH I DIDN’T KNOW YOU CHANGED YOUR @ I THOUGHT THERE WAS A RANDO LIKING MY POSSTTTSSS 😭

TRDFGCHUYGTFGHJUIYTFG MY BAD MY BAD

IM SORRY I HAVE A MAJOR PROBLEM ABT CHANGING MY @ T_T

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how I feel after deleting all the videos off my gacha channel(I regret it immediately)

DJWDUIYUBJDKIOYUFJBKSXIUOREXJKIOUEJXBKIOXUEBHJQWNKIOUYETDBJXSKLIOUTRDFXBVNJKUYT^R%DFXBVJKIOU*Y&^TR%FCBJKLIOUY&T%RESDFXCVMBJ

FUCK MY LIFFFEEEEEE

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yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes

yeah, actually I will have 7 different “fake” pronouns and use 15 different labels and simultaneously no labels and I will dress how I want and chop off all of my hair and be an angry feminist and I will fight for everyone to have equal rights and to have what they deserve and I will do it and I will be angry. Thanks.

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YEAHHHH!!!!!

Reblog if it's ok for ppl to spam ur inbox with asks. A weird question? Go ahead! Ask game? Yep! A very personal question? OFC!

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FUCK YOU TRUMP!!!

CW: Bombs, war, cursing. I’m not filtering my cursing like I usually do, sorry.

Look, I am trying so fucking hard to be positive right now, but I’ve just been informed that Donald Trump FUCKING B0MBED FOUR LOCATIONS IN IRAN.WE DONT WANT TO BE IN THIS STUPID FUCKING WAR. My grandmother is joking about my father potentially being drafted, the U.S was just fucked with the WRONG country–*screams into pillow* What the fuck? First “only male and female”, then there’s ICE treating U.S citizens like pests, the journalist being added into a military GROUP CHAT, tariffs threatening to rise, and Trump bombed Iran. Seriously. I try so hard to be positive and optimistic while still being realistic, but DONALD TRUMP YOU ARE MAKING IT SO. FUCKING. HARD. Especially with the LGBTQ section of the suicide hotline being shut down on my BIRTHDAY?? I don’t care if this is emotional treason or whatever the pest wants to call it: fuck you, Trump.

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hi hello this is a perfect way of describing Bad Feelings surrounding my gender actually

DC trans week day 1

prompt: "This isn't what it looks like", genderfluid

tw: panic attack, starts under the cut

Tim has spent his life sheltered, with strict rules. He does his best to adhere to all of them. He wants to, and tries to, but some days that lands him right where he is now. Breaking down.

Dick knocked on his door, but Tim doesn’t have time to respond before he comes in. He doesn’t get far, stops dead in the doorway when he sees Tim.

"This isn't what it looks like.” Tim tries to stay calm, but it’s not working. This was such a stupid idea, he shouldn’t have done this in the first place, he knew better.

There are footsteps coming up the hall and Tim panics at the thought of more people coming to see him. He doesn’t have time to change though, just a moment to flail around before there are more people in the doorway, all still and silent. 

He can feel their stares. The physical weight of their judgment. He is hyperventilating now.

“Tim, It’s fine, you’re not doing anything wrong.” Tim hears vaguely.

“What is he doing?” He hears someone else ask. Everything is coming from underwater now, voices drowned out by the waves crashing in his ears. 

They break through their shock at his panic and start to try and comfort him. “Tim, breathe.” “Can you tell us what you’re thinking? Maybe we can help.” 

“What do you do when there is no choice for you?” He asks everyone and no one. No one answers “I try so hard to be what I’m supposed to be. But there’s no one answer, never a right answer, because even though one option seems better some days the other option feels better the next?” 

He knows he isn’t being rational, he isn’t explaining himself well. He isn’t normally like this and he should calm down before he ruins everything. But panic isn’t rational, and he’s never truly calm because this anxiety-wrongness is always lurking in his brain. Always waiting to tell him That this, that, or the other thing is wrong wrong wrong. Wrong with him, because he isn’t a he, not truly. Not at the heart of him, the part that would be shared with anyone he let close enough, but never does. Never does because this mess at the center of him wasn’t meant to be seen. Wasn’t meant to be shared, because how could he expect others to understand and accept the things about him that he doesn’t understand either? 

He accepts them now, and that took work. Years of research and experimenting with clothes, pronouns, identities. Years to accept the fact that there is simply no answer inside of him. That for all he can fake it with the best of them, there is no option other than faking it. No way to live the way the heart beating inside of him is at constant war with his mind. The way his Body is somehow winning that fight in ways that make him sick some days and happy the next. But winning nonetheless through the sheer fact of its permanence. His body doesn’t change -can’t change- the way his heart and mind do. Like the beat of a metronome that’s impossibly unsteady, the swing of a pendulum that won’t ever still. Back and forth, one then the other. Brief moments in the middle where he thinks he should stay, but inevitably changing from that as well. Never one answer. Never this, that, never even both. 

“Everyone says that you have to choose, but my choice would be all and none at the same time. I don't know how to choose.”

He breaks down, fully crying. He can feel his family surround him, someone-probably Dick- is hugging him. They haven't left, and their not yelling at him. They allow him to process, and when he's done crying, they all sit down to have a discussion.

It goes better than Tim ever thought it could.

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haiku bot for the love of the gods you cant keep doing this 😭

remember to like, comment, subscribe and SMASH my little mouse pussy

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giggles and kicks my feet

Forcing you all to see my therian/otherkin Kris propoganda

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this mac n cheese is ass

why can't I stop fucking eating it

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extremely proud to say I bought some of this persons art today

✨💫　can we pretend that - ✨💫

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I want him dead (said with endearment)

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Okay but guys imagine how Kris is feeling...

[ID: Deltarune fanart. Kris stares blankly at Spamton, thinking: "This guy has crazy doomed yaoi vibes. Wonder who the ex is." Then they see Tenna, grimacing and bemoaning: "Why did he leave me..." Kris's jaw drops, and they think: "My fucking TV??" End ID.]

ID by @anistarrose