Ahaha, This is pretty personal I guess, but I don’t mind putting it up here…sorry if some of it is hard to read… i have terrible writing ugh v/w/v;;;
I probably stated this a few times on my personal blog, but our genitals really determine so much for us that it’s easy to see why it’s so difficult for non binary people to make it far.
What’s funny though, is my mom saw me drawing the second image, and she said the last one’s not me. What’s great about that is how ironic it was for her to say that. It’s basically what I’m talking about, how people assume you’re this or that because you have these sorts of chromosomes and all that shit. Great, I wasn’t blessed with a dick, but that’s not what makes me me. I just… hm…
I’m not sure what to say honestly, I had so many words and they’re kinda gone now. But this was something I did today,and it can be something for those out there that don’t fit in the binary, for the trans people who didn’t always know. Sometimes I wish I did, but there’s no amount of memory or evidence to say that I didn’t know. It was there, just covered up in dresses and dolls. You don’t need all kinds of proof to say you really are trans.
Nice to meet you guys.
Hope this helps those that really need the boost. No one can tell you who you are. And if people try to tell you, well.. they can kindly fuck off. They aren’t living your life. Be who you wanna be okay?
Hm Derp Derp
<3
If we were all worried we dont have to be now
why can’t i reblog this a million times
WE’RE ALL OK!
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SO THIS GUY IN MY ENGLISH IS DOING A PROJECT FOR BIO WHERE HE GETS A DUCKLING TO IMPRINT ON HIM SO HE JUST CARRIES IT AROUND WITH HIM TO ALL OF HIS CLASSES AND I SWEAR THIS DUCK IS THE MOST WELL BEHAVED FUCKING POULTRY IVE EVER SEEN IT JUST SITS ON HIS DESK QUIETLY AND SOMETIMES HE PUTS IT IN HIS POCKET AND IT JUST SLEEPS LIKE WOW YOU GO DUCKY
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Hymn of the Horrorterrors (Futma Kul Shemtor - Be Free Soon) - Download
Track art by istilldontexist.
A song completely in a small constructed language inspired by the Broodfester Tongues of the Eldritch Horrorterrors. Listed below are translated lyrics and anglicized versions of pronunciations. (note: these will not be exactly accurate as there are a lot of non-english sounds)
May I be free soon - futma kul shemtor
Free me from the horror- futma tuj tugluthinkleht
I call to the light with hope - thifta lish tuwirg fu bimike
I call to the dark - thifta lish tukleht
May I be free soon - futma kul shemtorI feel powerless - shita fo gluthinjo
I feel the horrorterrors’ cries- shita gluthinklet tutak tersh
The darkness deep within- tuklenget forin jo
The endless temptation - tutorklib fortu fersh
May I be free soon - futma kul shemtor
Show me through the dark - mirmi etin tuklet
I feel the green light - shita wirg fluket
Around me - jar ma
With me - fu ma
And soon may I be - ti nu, futma
May I be set free soon - futma kul shemtor
Usually I draw cute,fluffy things….and then I remember I am a masochist for feels and I draw things like this…
I’m….sorry?
* hide under poncho*
I literally just wrote this two seconds before seeing this post, so im putting it here
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What happened? Where am I? What’s going on?
He pushes through the bushes, eyes focused on the space in front of him. His heartbeat racing. Heartbeat? bumbum bumbum bumbum He has never heard that rhythm before. He has never felt it before. His lungs sting with its forced use, diaphragm in overdrive, greedily taking in the air around him.
What’s wrong? What is this?
He coughs, unfamiliar with the feeling. He still pushes forward. He glances up a the sky through the trees. They are still falling. He is still running forward until he makes it into the field. Infinite bright lights fall through the clouds.
Why are they falling? What did I do?
A single tear rolls down his face.
“Cas?”
It is faint but he hears it. He looks in the direction it is coming from, and on the other side of the field he sees two small orbs of light dancing close to the ground. One of them stops and it seems to look directly at him.
“Cas? Cas!”
He can see them now. Two figures running towards him holding flashlights. They look the same height, but soon he realizes, that this is because the taller one is falling behind, while the shorter speeds towards him. Cas doesn’t realize that the name slips from his lips.
“Dean.”
“Cas, Castiel!” Dean finally approaches him, and Cas is so grateful to see him, that when Dean grabs his shoulders Cas falls to the ground, bringing Dean with him.
“Oh God, Cas, are you okay?”
Finally Cas breaks down. He coughs out sobs and the tears fall. In his mind he does not know what is going on. This water is falling from his eyes. He is just so confused. He pulls Dean close to him.
“What have I done Dean?”
Dean hold him close and looks up at Sam, who stands over them, looking up at the sky.
Dean strokes the fallen angel’s head, “I don’t know Cas.”Castiel continues to cry into Dean’s chest, but soon he is able to calm down. Dean holds onto him as he pulls them back up, “But everything is going to be okay. I promise.” Dean grabs the sides of Cas’ face and looks into is blue eyes. Cas looks back, and Dean notices his breathing slowing.
“It will be okay. We can fix this,” Dean says again, and soon Cas nods. “Let’s get you back to the Batcave kay? We can clean you up, put some food in your belly okay? You can take my bed for the night. We can worry about this tomorrow.”
Cas looks down for a moment.
“Okay Dean. Just…” he pauses. Around them, angels continue to rain down. Dean sees that Cas is about to break down again. He looks at Dean, with tears threatening to fall, “…don’t leave me.”
