Mice on the dice
They look like giant Burritos.
Guys what if I made an MLP infection AU based off of bootleg toys /nsrs
Headcanon time (no spoilers): While some of the Flynn-related items in Prinz' collection are the genuine articles, there are also many that are more or less well-made forgeries that some scammer tricked Prinz into buying. I like to imagine that there's some dude on the server who has a big box of "genuine, one of a kind digitized arcade token from Flynn's arcade" that he makes a tidy profit from selling to rubes. The Tron version of this bit from Black Adder:
Holy Shit I love this website XD. It ruins my childhood in the best way possible!
Mr. Mint ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
As another Demigirl; I can relate.
here i am, wondering what my gender identity is when it's past midnight and setting myself into a spiral of pure anxiety.
Am i a butch woman? Am I nb? Am i genderfluid?
I hate existing.
In my fantasies my future self looks weird, sometimes i have boobs, sometimes I don't, though I never wear dresses so we can exclude the femme aspect.
But am I nb or genderfluid, or maybe queer? Am i actually on the trans spectrum? Or am i just going through a phase? Am i just a masculine woman?
I like having boobs most of the time, though sometimes i wish I didn't have them. Is that a thing all people born female do?
I referred to myself as she/her for my whole life and so did other people, and that doesn't bother me as long as I don't get called names like "lady", "girl" and stuff from strangers (e.g. at work "lady, can I ask you...") and though i'd never use he/him, she/they might do. So if I like she and they, am I a demigirl? A butch demigirl?
Can demigirls even be butch?
I am so fucking confused by my existence it hurts.
Can we join the sailors in fucking that thing?
One of these days I'm going to add a town in a game somewhere that's all foggy and isolated and people are way too into sea life and there's lots of aquatic themed decorations and someone coyly talks about how there's a shadow over the town, and you can just immediately ask the weird deformed bartender if people are fucking crabs there.
No poking around in basements or spending finding weird little cairns and fish themed altars, just ask them outright if it's a crab fucking situation and stop beating around the bush.
I find it so funny when people try to cancel Wendigoon for appropriating native American culture, like... my brother is christ he IS native american
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About me Gender: DemiGirl Pronouns: She/They Orientation: Pansexual
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