Just a weird lil horse watching the world go by. Questions and requests are always welcome (I answer anything that sparks joy)
Call me Pae or Paeonia .Trans. She/her.
🏳️⚧️Scottish
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An adult with too many plants and not enough rubber.Mostly identifies as a problem.
Usefuls links:
Mods artFunky FractalsPae's Shitty Comic
Places you probably shouldn't go.Reference Images for horse critters
Bookmark paeonia.horse if you want to keep up with me off tumblr. It will always point to wherever I am doing stuff.
Do not make the MISTAKE of thinking you need to put your side forward. The Guardian is transphobic as fuck, and will twist your words. DO NOT ENGAGE.
By the way, this is in the aftermath of the Cass Report, and the goal will be to make Trans DIY something that needs to be regulated or stamped out. DO NOT ENGAGE.
Are you cool about trans people who don’t physically transition? Are you cool with trans people who transition in unconventional ways? Are you cool with trans people who you perceive as having an appearance that doesn’t align with their gender? Are you cool about trans people who have complex relationships to gender? Are you?
Tumblr on desktop is utterly humped at times, and also I keep getting told I have something in my tumblr inbox and I look and there is nothing there. I assume bots are spamming shit and getting nuked for it.
I'm doing it gang, I've spent stupider gardening money before like when I dropped $300 on shade loving perennial bulbs only to learn they were also plants that rotted with wet feet and all immediately died in my swampy gumbo soil
I'm buying two firefly petunias. I've never grown petunias much because where I live they're a winter annual but fuck it I'll grow them as an indoor plant I certainly have the sun to do it.
They're supposed to ship to me in April, I'll report back on if they immidiately die or this is the coolest thing I own. My biochemical engineering design project was using a similar chemical pathway to modify bacteria to glow in the presence of specific toxins so I absolutely need glowing petunias in my window box
Anthro Au Survivor drafts feat. too much worldbuilding because I cant just put pants on a slugcat like a normal person & my godawful handwriting
The Survivor (Their full, scavenger-given name includes the 'The') was separated from their family while traveling between colonies and stranded in the dangerous unpopulated wilds.
Against all odds they managed to survive (and wander) far longer than they should have been able, but rather than reconnecting with their (or another) slugcat family, they instead made contact with one of the many wandering scavenger troops- But unfortunately not one that had ever met a slugcat nor had any idea what to make of a stranded one.
Regardless the group gave it their best, ended up committing to the role of slugparents, and The Survivor and their troop still consider themselves close family long after Survivor finally reconnected with their sibling. (They're a bit of a mess though, understandably)