Hypnotizing That Tgirl Until She Finally Admits That She’s Actually Really Cute.

reblog to give prev one (1) single lick

apollo, you can put down the dodgeball now. one of my (unrelated) campaigns has devolved into a galactic crusade for a dude named paul. We cant just wholesale do a dune, that was a funny haha, not a request

GMing on short notice be like you guys ever read dune? Ok hear me out so we're dropping on this planet...

if we're friends ive probably thought about marrying you at least once. probably a few times realistically

Hello chat

I decided to start writing again, and in the spirit of AuDHD threw out everything i wrote before and started a new project. Now, how do I write a character that isn't in some way shape or form me.

me when i spread the alien stage brainrot to yet another one of my unsuspecting friends

Your friends watching something for the first time and getting to that scene VS you, the knower.

tumblr shows u the hottest ppl alive with the same kinks as u, same politics as u, same interests as u, same taste in music as u, same sense of humour as u and they allllllll live on neptune or the mariana trench or somethin -.-

me when i, when i say something stupid and the uh.. the tumblerers push the dopamine button

I took steampunk with a few subclass levels in random fetish. if I am left alone for more than 20 minutes i *will* invent something heinous and it *will* be all of my friends' problems.

I know stereotypes are bad, but let’s be honest—every trans girl has a vibe. So tell me, which one are you?

A cute hacker girl fueled exclusively by energy drinks – You type at lightning speed, have a questionable sleep schedule, and may or may not be a digital cryptid. Bonus points if you can do eyeliner so sharp it doubles as a weapon.

A literal cat/dog (kitten/puppy also valid options) – You either radiate smug feline energy or are the human embodiment of "wagging tail, big eyes, head pats please." No in-between.

Target mom – You have opinions on scented candles, will absolutely offer to buy your friends snacks, and could run a household with military efficiency if you weren’t so busy being cute.

Three communist manifestos in a trench coat trying to add others to their cause – You own at least one tattered copy of The Communist Manifesto, believe transition should be free, and could (and would) unionize a girl’s night out.

Teenage witch – You collect shiny rocks, you’ve considered hexing a TERF, and your idea of self-care involves moon water and aggressively manifesting a hotter body.

OH NO A LITERAL GOBLIN! – You hoard shinies, giggle mischievously, and the concept of “pretty girl” and “chaotic gremlin” are one and the same to you.

A vampire with an addiction to fluffy things – Yes, you are the night. But also, you need a soft blanket, thigh-high socks, and a collection of plushies to survive.

A faerie who steals genders and scrambles eggs – You don’t just crack eggs; you turn them into omelets. Gender is yours to redistribute. Watch out, because if you so much as look at someone, they might start questioning things.

A 1950s housewife but horny and super progressive – You bake, you’re adorable, and you’re absolutely calling someone “darling” while making them question their sexuality.

Goth was never just a phase, it’s a lifestyle – Your wardrobe is mostly black, your eyeliner could kill a man, and you’ve perfected the balance between spooky and sapphic.

Goth but discovering the color brown (steampunk) – You have very strong opinions on corsets, pocket watches, and the intersection of sapphic romance and gears.

Cottagecore is my goal in life – You dream of a cozy cottage in the woods where you and your cute wife bake bread, tend to your garden, and forget what capitalism is.

I choose you, random fetish! – You didn’t mean to be this way, but here you are. Your interests are niche, intense, and probably make people blush when you explain them.

So, which one (or ones) are you? Or are you something even gayer?

the sad reality. I want to drag all my mutuals to my favorite aquariums but they live a distance of one william miles away

the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away