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remember that king of the hill-yugio thing? we need one of those for these folks

fortnite might be the greatest game ever conceived

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hey so uhh quick question why did the trans community settle on the "egg" metaphor and not the "cocoon" metaphor because if we could call all trans girls who just came out butterflies than i think the world would be a much better place actually

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reblog for something t4t to happen to you this summer.

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okay so i genuinely just had, no joke, legitemately, on god, no cap, how many different ways can i express that this is not hyperbole, THE CRAZIEST experience of my entire lifetime

This is a long one, so strap in.

Here's all of what I think may be relevant context:

I've been vaguely interested in plural for a while now. It started with this post and my interest has been growing - i even tried to introduce some new voices in my head, with no real success

I'm autistic, but have no other mental disorders and have never dissociated in my life

I live in a city, but go to school quite far away from my house. Most days I bike, but today I took the bus instead. Our bus service, while not always on time, is very reliable imo and I have had very few negative experiences despite hyperfixating on public transit

I've been pretty stressed out for a while, and was not working off a reasonable amount of sleep today

Related to that last post, I've been unhealthily busy with school, but today was my last day, and I've planned out a week-long "chill period" before jumping into my summer plans. For the first time in months (if not years tbh), I genuinely felt like I had nothing important to do. Also it was perfect weather (which for me is hot and humid. agree to disagree), and I'm wearing my favourite dress!

Anyways, I'm finally free from the torments of school, and ready to get home. But halfway home, the bus driver just like stops. He calls "last stop" at a random station on the route, and refuses to start driving again. I'm a little upset about this, so I confront him a little rudely about it. He tells me off, and insists I get off. So now I'm not feeling great.

Out of pure spite (and that hazy "whatever" feeling that comes with the heat), I decide I'm going to walk the rest of the way instead of finding a new bus. I'm a solid 5 km from home, btw. And I am typically not one for long walks.

I text my family to let them know I'm gonna be later than expected, figure out my route (which is gonna take me along a bike path I'm familliar with and past a beach) and start walking.

This is where it starts to get weird

This process happens over the course of an hour, btw, but very slowly, my primary motivator shifts from stubborn spite to apathetic "whatever idc" to mischevous "wouldn't it be funny if..." I run into a random empty lot to rescue a plastic bag drifting in the wind (which I dispose of properly). I sit for too long on a tiny play structure hidden just off the bike path. When I get to the beach, I decide I'm going to go sit. In the water. In my clothes. (I rationalize that I'll be dry by the time I get home, which was pretty much true) This is a pretty normal progression for me, but it feels like it's going even further. To the illogical extreme, I guess. The summer haze even has me envision some fantasy of romance, where some cute girl spots me in the water and sparks up a conversation. This does not happen, obviously. (Touch-starved transbian btw hmu)

But despite all that, today still feels important somehow. I reflect back at the ridiculous number of things that coalesced into this exact series of experiences, and decide that "fate" must be leading me somewhere. (Note that I'm not in any way a religious or spiritual person, and there was a part of me screaming this entire time that this was illogical, but I was too enveloped in the narrative to pay it much mind)

So I kept following fate. And the instruction kept getting more direct.

Soon, I found myself in a neighbourhood by the beach that's not quite in the right direction. But who cares? I have nowhere to be. I am a little worried, however, as to how I'm getting out, because the most logical route would be through a forest that I don't go into very often. It's not that big, and I've walked all the trails before, so I have no interest in going back. But sure enough, I'm in the forest now.

By this point I'm starting to suspect that I'm being led by something more tangible than the nebulous concept of "fate".

Now, I come upon a fork in the road. Either left or right would have been fine, probably. But instead, I kept moving straight.

I spontaneously discover a smaller trail and follow it straight to the edge of the lake. The view is beautiful. This is where I finally stop and go, "you're a person, aren't you?"

As if in response, I am willed to turn around and keep walking before I'm ready to leave.

Now, I have no idea what an out-of-body experience is like, but this felt pretty dang close. I definitely wasn't entirely out of control, but I also wasn't thinking about where I was going. It just happened. They were making it happen. In fact, they were even kind enough to give me a name: Alex. The moment I stumbled upon it, my body shivered with energy. That was their name.

We found another secret pathway, and another lookout onto the lake. Peering over the ducks, there's a bridge I've never seen before. I recall the forest went through some rennovation quite recently (it messed up the bike path); this bridge is brand new.

Alex and I have the same thought. We're going to the bridge.

The movement is the same as before (out of my control), except now with a purpose. I do want to make it clear that I absolutely could have regained control at any time, I just didn't. I didn't want to.

Finally, we reach the bridge. A smile appears on my face - I didn't put it there.

We find a lookout spot built into the bridge and we rest. We can see the spot we were at earlier. We've done it.

Suddenly, the muscles contract. The smile fades. We almost fall over, and have to catch ourselves. Now we're standing motionless in the middle of the trail.

I call out from in my head: "Alex?" No response.

Eventually, I fully take back control. I heave a sigh. They're gone.

I walk the rest of the way home. It's about 30 minutes. At some points I lose focus on my movements, but it doesn't feel like it did.

I doubt I've ever walked that much in my life. My feet are sore now. I don't care.

God I hope Alex comes back

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⭐Today's Miku figure is:⭐

Good Smile Company Shooting Star a la Mode 1/7 scale ver. (2026)

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31 votes and zero notes prior to this reblog. apparently i just accidentally proved my own hypothesis

anyone else notice that polls seem to always get lots of votes, even if they're posted by a user whose typical note count is in the double digits?

oh and while you're here i infrequently make text posts about random things i'm thinking about if you're into that stuff

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I enjoy dumping a bunch of rb of "im sorry but im not yuri" onto people and just watching as half my following start melting and deperately going to read the entire manga

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omg i just found this one recently myself

Song of the Day: Love Song

Artists: Lamaze-P ft. Hatsune Miku

Lyrics: Japanese

Album: N/A

Genre: Jpop/Vocaloid

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My beloved muse of creation 💖🪽

I wanted to practice my digital watercolor techniques so I drew Yoneyama Mai's Muse of creation Miku!!!!

Bonus under the cut 😭😭

🥰🥰🥰🥰

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The girl with the plushies

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I really like when fan translators include a silly mistranslated panel in their little translator notes page

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expanding the size of america

saw this on bp none of it is mine*

But this is the most team magma thing I have ever seen

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confused about this, i wouldn't call it privilege per se but i am positive more people would be dismayed by my gender identity and more likely to misgender me if i didn't present within the "binary" like from my perspective most people are so engrained in the gender binary that being in the middle is even more confusing than being trans already is for them

also what does this have to do with transmysogyny exactly?

The idea of "Binary Trans Women" being a category of person that meaningfully exists and possesses relative privilege makes sense if you view gender as a purely internal individualist concept and transphobia as motivated by "People hate it when you deviate from the norm, and the more you deviate the worse they hate you". But by analysing gender in terms of social relations and recognising transphobia as a product of broader patriarchal ideology, you realise that "Binary Trans Women" is a nonsense term that's only useful for justifying transmisogyny without sounding generally transphobic

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isn'T HatsunE miku super freaking Cool ?? :D

You know, she's so Badass and just so pErfect at what she does !

Really, I can't get over the fact She is freaking amazing ♡⁠(⁠Ӧ⁠ｖ⁠Ӧ⁠｡⁠)

Well, I'd reAlly like To be as popular as her ! but on tumblr it's not that easy ! like, i really try to be Creative and tHINk about ways to Get as popular as her, but I can't seem to find anything... :<

what a shame ! >(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

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so uhh guess who's about to stay up for 3 to 4 hours

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to you it may seem like some perverted mixture of an imaginary friend, an identity crisis, and perhaps even a mental health disorder.

but to me, it's called plural ^^