✨✨Playing Around With Some Cult Of The Lamb Stuff ✨✨

I know I’ll probably sound dumb, but like how do ya’ll get people to look at your posts? I just cant think of anything funny or true to say. How doth one create jester like posts? 

the more i try to explain gender to cis people the more i understand plato's allegory of a cave

From this post forward I will be describing my gender exploration journey like a fucking game of dnd.

Here let’s start:

- after months of traveling through a fog dense forest, I find myself at the foot of a small hill. Walking up the hill I find myself at a vantage point. 2 cities in eye shot. I look to the sky and notice the sun has started to fall. I make camp for the night, to start my journey in the morning.

So I finally have a lil break from everything, so I bring the bunny costume thing I’ve been seeing around for a few days TwT

I may draw more this was fun hehe ;3

Isn’t that the noise crazy Dave makes?

I’m so cold and freezing someone needs to set me on fire or hold me gently and close

i was dead for weeks and the first thing y’all get is bunny suit lamije

Sorry, I'm late 👯‍♀️

I love being a popular Tumblr user so I can give my failmutuals 10-20 more notes on their posts

Part 2

- as the sun comes over the horizon, I come out from my small tent. The fire has died down, and I find myself with a sense of unease, something was wrong. I continue to pack up my camp, and set off towards the city closer to where I am.

Each step was filled with the same feeling of unease that was felt at the camp. Some kind of spell or hex must have been put on me. I walk the path for many hours until a small cart, and bard stop next to me. He ask if I would like a ride, and I except. I sit on the hay bales as the cart shakes and rattles.

A song fills my head as the world around me starts to fade away. I sat there, trying to understand where I have bee cast to. I feel nothing, the world around me feels like I’ve been put into a box, filled with honey. Unable to move, and unable to see the light of the outside. Moments ago I felt fine, and now I’m anything but.

what a good day to remember that butch lesbians (ESPECIALLY trans, poc, and/or fat butch lesbians) aren’t fucking predatory