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Me: "I kinda wanna get into this trading card game"

Tumblr: "one if the characters in the game is a lesbian robot-fucker"

Me: "I NEED TO PLAY THIS NEW TRADING CARD GAME"

The way I inject my estrogen wearing only a loose bra and pyjama pants before falling asleep with my cute little plushies is just full of the exaggerated swagger of a trans girl.

Casually fingering a trans guy who’s sprawled across my lap with one hand as I focus on the book I’m reading. Vaguely acknowledging his whines and the way he’s desperately trying to hump my thigh but never quite finding the right angle. His poor little dick needs some attention but that’ll have to wait for later. I need to at least get to the next chapter, and when this one finishes on a cliff hanger, well I’m sure he’ll be a good boy and wait a little longer.

the solution to a dry married sex life is to invite a younger tgirl into the bedroom to creampie you over and over till you both pass out. just remember to wake up and clean up in time before yr husband gets home

not to sound like a whore, but can we go to an aquarium date?

The urge to bother my mutuals

magical girl whose nemesis is a cute witch who has a huge crush on her and learns that magical girl costumes are actually stored in a magic vault and breaks in and replaces the magical girl's outfit with nothing but a collar and leash so that the next time the magical girl fights her she accidentally transforms to be completely nude except for the collar and turns out the magical girl was trans and she uses her witch magic to give her magical bottom surgery and then the witch helps the magical girl explore her new hole and then they start making out and they're girlfriends now

This website is so so so good

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?

Oh how I yearn for you my love