Yeah, yeah. I heard the song and dance. I get it. You're here to make my life better because you're wonderful, because you just care that fucking much.
Make me.
Yeah, that's right. I'm not able to stop you- I don't think I can, physically or otherwise. But I'm not going along with this bullshit just because a pretty face asked with a smile. I made it through a lot before you got here, and I don't need someone else running the last few yards of the race on 'my behalf' and taking the credit for the whole damn thing. If you want to help me that much, if you want to say you saved me? You're going to have to fucking earn it.
So Make me.
Make me want what you're offering. You talked a big game about doing what's right for me, even when I don't want it. You've got drugs on you right now that could fix my gender dysphoria, that could finally get the intrusive thoughts and constant anxieties to sit down and shut up. You could melt my brains out of my skull, throw me into a brilliant hurricane of pleasure and joy, surround me in a cocoon of your vines. You can ignore me when I get defensive, when I lie to your face and try to push you away, when I say one thing but desperately need another.
Things like, 'I don't want any of that.' Things like, 'I'm not tired. I'm not in pain. I haven't forgotten how to let another help me like that.'
So make me.
not to sound like a whore, but can we go to an aquarium date?
The secret to a long lasting relationship is finding someone who hates leaving their comfort zone and then wiggle your way in there. You wiggle your way right inside their comfort zone and then you're there. By the time they notice you're there, they'll just sigh like "oh great, now there's a creature in here", but they don't want to move out of their comfort zone, and tossing you out of there would now alter the air pressure and constitution of the comfort zone too abruptly and it would pop like a bubble.
That's how you keep a relationship. You weasel your way inside someone's comfort zone and make yourself an essential component of it, so now they, too, will have to make sure that your dumb ass stays in there. Their comfort zone now has a fucking creature in it, and it's not going to be the same comfort zone if the creature isn't there.
i saw this:
and thought it would be fun to actually work that out. so
^^^ every doctor who episode in chronological order
(pls let me know if theres any mistakes! i got most of the info from the tardis wiki so idk if its 100% accurate)
btw!!! the episodes are ordered by where they go FIRST in the episode :) (PLEASE STOP TELLING ME TO PUT UNEARTHLY CHILD FIRST THEYRE IN 1963 FIRS TPLEASEEEEEYEGEHFEHFYUFHGEUYS)
Cute, cute, cute. The cutest. Mine, mine mine. Forever.
Trans girls will do anything except go to bed at a reasonable hour.
We’ll lie in bed staring at the ceiling, scrolling through old messages, overanalyzing every compliment we’ve ever received like they’re sacred texts. We’ll sit in front of the mirror at 2 AM, whispering sweet affirmations to our reflection, testing out new names under our breath just to see how they feel.
We’ll get lost in the glow of our screens, reading sapphic love stories, fantasizing about a world where we don’t have to explain ourselves—where a girl calls us hers without hesitation, without doubt. We’ll try on that one perfect outfit in the dead of night, twirling in the dim light of our room, feeling beautiful in a way we never let ourselves during the day.
We’ll stay up because sleep means letting go, and we’re not ready for that. Not when there’s still so much of ourselves to discover, to claim. Not when the night feels like the only time we can be unapologetically us.
Or maybe, just maybe, we’re staying up because we know she’s awake too. Somewhere out there, another restless trans girl is doing the same thing—scrolling, dreaming, waiting. And if we reach out, if we’re bold enough to send that late-night message, maybe we’ll both have a reason to sleep a little easier.
But not yet. Not tonight. There’s still too much to want, too much to feel.
And besides, who needs sleep when we could be whispering our deepest desires into the quiet of the night, where no one but the stars can hear?
i love being a girl
I wanna pamper a girl, a trans girl specially. She deserves to be treated like a princess. I wanna take her out to get her hair, makeup, and nails done. Take her shopping, buying a few cute outfits, with matching accessories of course. Once she is all dolled up, I’d take her out to a nice restaurant, maybe have a fancy cocktail or two. I want her to have the best night possible. I want her to feel as beautiful as I see her.
…and if the night ends with her whimpering as I stretch her open on my strap, that would be a bonus!
they need to give me a sword, one so holy it's very presence burns those filled with evil. and then i need to corrupt it, turn it inert, into a simple heavy blade bereft of it's once holy power. i will bathe it in the blood of the innocent and kind, until the once glorious songs of battle sung by the blade are replaced with cries of sorrow. and thn ill hauve sex wth it
We've made a ton of comics explaining the deal with Project 2025, and why it's such a disaster. Here's one of them. Go read (and share) them all! https://stopproject2025comic.org/comic/anti-trans_discrimination/
How did my mutuals randomly stumble into finding out I have a thing for audios?? It’s kind of impressive
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