reminder that if you ever meet a sweet, morally good, chivalrous knight: it's your most sincere obligation to corrupt them. "but my vows," this, "this is against the rules," that. if you haven't completely fucked up their entire code of conduct and destroyed all ability to discern right from wrong without you being the one to tell them by the time you're done with them, then you need to up your game. inside that pretty, rule-following chained dog of a knight is someone yearning to be set free of their self-imposed shackles, and it's your duty to help them get there.
Gender affirming surgery of give me elf ears
(gender, age, height, eye colour, hair colour, interests, ideal date, etc.)
"it's a foxgirl promise" means it's the most trustworthy thing in the whole wide world and you have to believe it 100%
Hey, uh, I've been thinking about my own gender identity. I realized that cis people still care about their gender, so, I wanted to know what the difference is between being comfortable with myself, being non-binary, and gender euphoria. I just don't really feel any sort of care towards it. I know you're talking to me, I don't really care what pronouns are used. I also looked in the mirror the other day and got really excited about how long my hair was. I also take great pride in the fact that I know how to walk in high heels. I am AMAB, so I just really don't know. The more I think about it, the more complex gender seems to be. So does anyone have advise on how to figure out what direction to go?
On a particularly cold and quiet day, an unassuming piece of paper is carried on the wind, and dances itself to a new home inside your mailbox. After a few seconds of deliberation, the mailbox's flag jolts upright in response; its speed spiteful of its joint. This new resident smells of three things in equal parts: lavender, wine, and smoke. There is no discerning the source of the last, it seems equal parts wood and tobacco. It's a refined smell, but juvenile. A keen drinker (certainly not just an alcoholic..?) would be able to pinpoint the reason: Box wine. Cheap wine. On its surface lies a spattering of dirt. It has traveled quite far to get here, but it is happy to have done so. The envelope seems overly eager to be opened. It's nearing break time after all. The payload inside has been dutifully protected. A holographic card serving as a flyer advertising a job opportunity... oddly without any address.., and a dime bag with a brass thumbtack in it Embossed in the tacky sanguine-lilac cardstock are the words "Occult Housekeeping" and in a smaller font below it, "If interested, apply here!". Next to this text, is a section cut out from the holographic film. An iridescent marking is slightly visible on the white backing, hinting at its use
Lovely, thank you
temporarily back on my vampire bullshit
what's your lady's deal
She's an incredible and talented person who has been unfairly tormented over the years by far too many things. Also its incredibly funny and a very skilled writer
I think that you've been using your brain far to much. Why don't you give it to me and I'll take care of it? Make sure you have the best thoughts running through your head.
You should just give it to me.
these new tumblr features are getting out of hand…..
I am an affront to God, and am setting up a replacement. She/Her | 22
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