Stop eating so much and start going to the gym. Your not hot enough to be posting nudes. We don’t want to see it.

I can’t help it your Dad wants to feed me after he fucks me 🤷🏻‍♀️

sir john what

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I feel like gender nonconformity is often taken to mean like. presenting as the opposite of whatever your assigned gender is. like as an afab lesbian if I want to be gnc that means I have to dress super masc. but I think for me at least gender nonconformity is more about completely divorcing yourself from any expectations of gender presentation one way or the other. I can dress masc or femme or androgynous, I can wear makeup or not and shave my pits but not my legs, I can be whatever I want to be on any given day without regard for what I’m “supposed” to wear. when I first started really thinking about my relationship with gender there was a period of time where I felt to be valid I had to dress really butch or it didn’t count, and if I wore a skirt that meant I’d been faking it. but I didn’t WANT to dress super butch all the time. I didn’t want to be butch or femme or androgynous or or or or, I wanted to wear what I wanted when I wanted. ultimately I gave up trying to pin down and put a name on my gender identity. I said to hell with it all. my pronouns are what they are and I dress however I dress and I don’t owe it to anyone to define any of that. my gender nonconformity isn’t a nonconformity with femininity specifically; it’s a nonconformity with any sort of gendered rules of presentation. and that was a really freeing thing to figure out. and I think that in online queer communities there’s really this pressure to put a label on everything and to identify as a specific thing and to prove your validity within your identity. non-binary doesn’t have to mean androgynous. gnc doesn’t have to mean butch. and I guess this pride month I’m just really thinking about that, that really all that being queer is about is saying a big fuck it to it all and just…existing, however you want to exist. wear what makes you feel good. be whatever makes you feel good to be. to hell with it all.

heheh pls ignore me bein giddy but am less than 10lbs away from being under 200lbs n am very excited n proud of myself n have no one to share this with

Hades: Takes in a young vulnerable drunk girl and is supposed to be the big strong sweet gentlemen.

Hades the next morning: DAMN SHE’S HOT I- I CAN’T CONTAIN MYSELF

this isn’t leverage related but I want y’all to hold me accountable for the book I want to publish one day

modern fantasy where there is a supernatural world operating under the normal society.

it’s a throuple between a witch art teacher who is on the run after being attacked by a group of anti-witch sentiment werewolves (that murdered her ex girlfriend in front of her), sofia- a werewolf child psychiatrist, and her boyfriend will who is a selkie marine biologist

maura moves into a cottage next to where sofia and will live and she ends up working at the same school sofia works at

quite a bit of angst but also mutual pining and falling in love with the two people that make you feel safest in the world

here’s what they look like:

maura is a mix between these two

sofia

will

they are the throuple of my dreams I want to write them so bad

edit: here is my pinterest board that is organized by plot points

edit 2: if anyone wants to hear more about it PLEASE ask me more about it I would love to rave about them and it might give me more motivation to write

huh i think i was supposed to wear these hearts on my sleeve and not the cheeks 🖤⛓

can I rant about my body issues in the tags? thanks this is your warning

PENELOPE

I love the way you draw kids, they have so much personality

thank you! for some reason I just find kids so much easier to draw than adults lol, smaller proportions but bigger features. bone structure?? never heard of it

today was a very very bad day at the bakery

I’m going to try and make devilsknife a two piece weapon using threaded pvc piping and a coupling wish me luck

My poetry voice: irony, sardonic humor, rage, grief, and hope.

Oh yeah. And some sort of narrative. Always a narrative. (I’m too ace and aro for anything else, what’d you take me for. Even my one (1) attempt as a cutesy romantic poem read as “too platonic” apparently ‘cause the Unspecified Narrator didn’t kiss/get kissed at the end. But like…and?? Who has time for forced normative kissing when you can STARGAZE and DRINK COCOA with someone you feel safe with and adore instead??)

So apparently I not only have levoscoliosis but also hypolordosis aka flat back syndrome, I didn’t know that was a thing… my spine is basically too flat and too curvy at the same time and I’m just now finding out about that 😳

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