#Play along folks!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

#dungeon meshi #kabru #laios touden #falin touden #Happy Thistle Thursday once again. Have I been holding on to this comic for several weeks? Sure have! #I forgot how long it takes for Chimera Falin to come into play. #I still really love my 'better drawn' art of her - unfortunately it was several weeks too early for the anime only folks. #Slowly getting the hang of drawing Laios. I don't know why I struggle so much but I am getting...somewhere. #Meta time: God damn I love how the chimera shows off the expertise and gap between Kabru and Laios. #The truth is: they are both *right* and they are both *wrong*. #This creature is a combination of monster and human and they only have the skillset to deal with one of those. #Kabru goes for all the human vitals - but she isn't human. #Laios tries to approach her as a monster and is struck down by the humanity he sees in her. #She is something new that defies what they *both* understand about the world. And that makes her such a perfect antagonist. #The damsel was the dragon all along! #...She is really so cute though. Terrifying! But adorable. I am so excited to see the boom of fanart for her.

[thecandlewasters]

A cheeky lil celebration of 10 Years of NMTD

Nostalgic for early tumblr? Craving that Dracula Daily mineral? Perhaps obsessed with a certain enemies-to-lovers Shakespeare play?

Look no further, NMTD(Taylor's Version) is here!

#NMTDaily #NMTD #Nothing Much To Do #the candle wasters #much ado about nothing #maan #lolilo #lovely little losers #dracula daily #but make it 2014 vloggers #We Are The Watch #what if The Watch but they were nerdy little year 9's #and only had access to an old camcorder #anyway WILD that this video wasn't promo'd on tumblr back in the day??? #so we're adding ALL the tags for any folks who might've missed that NMTDaily is happening and would like to play along #MG

[cthulhusstepmom]

Hootsie isn’t lost.

A Grimgrin is never lost, that’s what her Dad says anyway(quoting Uncle Glorbo, who Hootsie hasn’t met but he’s probably the smartest person there is with how many sayings he has). She knows that moss grows on the north side of trees and that rivers flow downhill and she knows how to start a fire with a couple of sticks and she knows to go to the customer service counter and say “Hello my name is Hootsie Grimgrin and I’m looking for my Dad Gricko, and if any of you are particularly monstrous I am also looking for a step mom”(memorized word for word and she’s very proud of it cause that’s a lot of words for someone who doesn’t speak common).

#annnnd that's a rap folks #this might be one of the best things I've ever created tbh it brought me so much joy and childlike wonder 10/10 no notes #maybe when I'm happy enough to voluntarily be sad I'll write about poor Hootsie paying the price for the sins of her father #my god the Owlbear got Jason Todd'd #once upon a witchlight #legends of avantris #hootsie grimgrin #hootsie the owl bear #torbek #gricko grimgrin #Carnivalé Lecroux #Moving Right Along from the Muppet Movie plays in the background~

[daisyachain]

The nature of time is that (culturally) Christian Euro/Anglo colonial consumers (hereafter white ‘people’) fetishize the idea of being ‘close to nature’ or ‘primitive’ or ‘savage’ and latch on to the idea that there are groups of people in the world who are somehow bestial or who have some kind of special powers from holding animist beliefs/beliefs that acknowledge the body as opposed to the Christian belief that the body is a kind of useless appendage to a person. We see this across decades from the 19thC to today in the racist fetishization of indigenous people across the globe, particularly residents of the Americas, Australasia, and southern/eastern Africa.

White consumers use a warped conception of other cultures to live out the fantasies that the Christian soul/body stuff engenders. You keep getting told that your emotions and physical sensations are the devil’s work? You want to get in touch with those physical sensations, but you don’t want it to interfere with your worldview? Simply project them on to a convenient group of people with slightly different conventions from you. Imagine how cool it would be to be 100% physical sensation (especially those pesky violent and/or sexual urges) and no mental burden, then unleash that in a way that causes millions of deaths worldwide via the dehumanization of entire nations of people just trying to live their lives. White consumers love a Proud Warrior Race Guy.

Flash forward to the 2010s, it’s generally considered impolite to spread the same propaganda that justified the genocide and dispossession of many different groups of people. However white culture hasn’t changed that much and normal human activities still need to be explained away to maintain the veneer of white intellectualism that has been used to justify white violence for years and years. You can’t just stomp around and clap your hands and dance badly, you’ve got to project it somewhere else.

But wait! There’s a community of people considered ‘tribal’ and ‘savage’, considered violent and bestial, who were never colonized! It’s…the Norse. Fetishizing early medieval North Sea raiders can’t be cultural appropriation, see, they’re white! It’s not offensive to replace an entire culture with white (male) ideas of what’s cool if that culture is totally unassociated with colonizer stereotypes and is in fact a culture of colonizers!

And that’s my theory on why there are so many Norse-inspired folk bands/video games/tv shows/memes/literally anything in the 2010s. VSaga not counted because that manga has been running since 2003 and is actually well-researched and comes out of a culture with a similar but distinct tradition of racism. The Euro storytelling tendencies of needing some kind of violent avatar have taken on ye anciente Norseman now that people care a little bit about the gallons of blood used to sketch other ethnic stereotypes. Done and dusted. Except the other side is that the fetishization of early medieval Norse culture is literally just white supremacist 101 and a lot of artists don’t step around that nearly as carefully as they should

#it’s the old saw about rammstein being constantly talked up by American nazis because they can’t speak German and having to write a song #called ‘links 2 3 4’. asscreed/the northman/vikings tv/wardruna/god of war/whatever are fairly harmless cosplay activities #but taken together it’s like. where is the line between condescending cosplay fetishization (not great but whatever) and the sort of #idealization/valorization/historical erasure that plays into white supremacist rhetoric #after all—look at where we get a lot of pop culture viking imagery from: it’s Wagner #kelsey rambles #this is a long bad post about me having Spotify as blocked on my work computer and playing some faun and then letting the radio take away #praying and wikipedia-ing that it doesn’t take me to some dogshit nazi band along the way #which YouTube recs have done repeatedly. it’s a fucking cesspool out there in the metal/neofolk world #I also keep thinking back to Faun (neofolk forerunner) saying explicitly that they use central/south asian melodies and tonalities #the whole medieval folk aesthetic thing is a cobbled-together vibe that was created by 19thC romantics and 20thC fantasy writers #i just feel like there should be more of an…acknowledgement of artifice to ward off the nazis #I like neofolk music. I love vinland saga. I enjoy mountain scenery and stories of sea raiders. #would love to be able to enjoy it without looking over my shoulder all the time

[falderaletcetera]

Roll The Old Chariot Along / Drop Of Nelson's Blood

4566642 / 4566642 / 6655531 / 3455531 / 5566642 / 4566642 / 456 5 4 3 2 (well a drop of nelson's blood / wouldn't do us any harm / well a drop of nelson's blood / wouldn't do us any harm / well a drop of nelson's blood / wouldn't do us any harm / and we'll all hang on behind)

5642 66642 / 6531 55531 / 5642 66642 / 456 5 4 3 2 (we'll roll the old chariot along / we'll roll the old chariot along / we'll roll the old chariot along / and we'll all hang on behind)

—

other dash bell shanties collected here

#if anyone's confused there's a bell thing on desktop tumblr that folks are playing with (the button top right-ish) #I've been messing with it for too long now and this is the one I'm really proud of #because of course it is #a few other scraps going in a reblog tho #tumblr bells #shanties #sea shanties #falderal speaks #falderal... sings? look I sang along to this‚ not gonna lie

[threebooksoneplot]

Outtakes: Shannon's Season 1 Notes (4/4)

#outtakes #thanks for playing along at home folks

[lucifer-kane]

Many audio drama characters to put into a Borderlands AU but who would thrive there?

#audio drama #i just know while playing i was primarily thinking of eisen iyer. he'd be fine #along with many other kingmaker folk. collette? she'd handle hyperion. okay #kane and feels could easily i think. kane would be one of those rare male sirens imo #tma? only some of the ppl maybe. powerless jon? can deal with how hyperion is and that's abt it

[sabraeal]

The Vagrant's Season, Part 2

[Read on AO3]

Written for @onedivinemisfit for her birthday! This is part of Annie's Shapeshifter AU; a prequel to this piece, filling in the weeks from when Obi arrived in The Valley to the start of mating season. There are a half dozen version of the song I adapt for Shirayuki in this, but I referred to two specific ones to cobble together this one: Marianne Lihannah's and Pernille Anker's. There is also one line from this folk song in the last scene!

“You’re a shy little one, aren’t you?” The vixen doesn’t stoop or sing-song, not like how the menfolk would when they saw him like this, just a shadow and a snout hidden amongst their shrubbery. A good thing too; if she shrilled the way the goodwives would, calling him a sweet pup and lille vennen and gutten min, he’d have skittered away faster than mice in a pantry.

Instead her voice is soft, riding the same rise and lull as her song, and her hands never pause in their picking. A practiced motion— reach, pinch, twist; reach, pinch, twist— that never falters, even when she slants him her curious glance. “I mean you no harm. There’s more than enough for the both of us here, if we only take for the needing.”

Ah, now that stings him, just a little. He’d seen her sorting out her tubers and berries that first time, plucking the bounty he’d meant to have all to himself until spring, and well— he’d scampered off, sure, half-scared of even a wilder’s shadow, but he’d come back too. Gave himself two good hands to pillage with and glutted himself on what she’d left behind, sure he’d find some other hole to weather out the last of winter.

Even with no stars yet in the sky he knew the footfalls that would take him toward Yuris, toward Tanbar, toward any place but that little glade and the vixen whose scent lingered on every leaf. And yet honey and bitter greens never quite left his nose, turning his paws in circles, spiraling him back to this very clearing, over and over. Spirit-blind he may be, but let it never be said Obi couldn't take a hint from one, when it was given.

“It’s warmer here in the sun.” Her tone is conversational rather than cajoling, and Obi’s tempted to take the invitation. Spread out his shorter legs, cramped from where he’s been camped in the bushes, waiting for her to finish her picking and sorting. Maybe even see if she might feed him from her hands, the way the young girls did at the village outskirts, too young to know the difference between a fox and a pup. “I know fur so fine as yours must keep you warm even in the snows, but it’s quite nice to have the light on you.”

She breathes in, misting the air with her exhale. “You can almost believe it’s spring.”

It will come soon enough; he smells it on the air even now, the promise of plenty enough to make his belly tremble. A few more weeks and he could eat his fill, strengthen up for whatever journey still laid ahead. Nice as it might be to survive on the outskirts of the Valley, growing fat on their game and forage, that sour scent in the north will mosey its way down here sometime this summer. Unpleasant as that dog smells, he’ll be needing to deal with the Keeper, trade with the other wilder in his pack. Maybe even mate, if he could find a vixen to stand him.

This vixen sits back on her heels, sigh as sweet as her scent wafting up from her lips. “Well, that’s that then. Guess we won’t meet today, little one.”

Toes curl beneath her, and with the sort of limber grace village girls lacked but wilder women possessed in spades, she bounces up to her feet, basket teetering on her hip like a smile does on her lips. “Maybe next time, then. Be a pity for neighbors not to get along with each other.”

When he steps out of the brush, it’s on two legs, one hand scratching at the nape of his neck.

“Get along,” he mutters, shoving a berry into his mouth. It breaks sour over his tongue. “See how long that lasts.”

*

There’s no convenient cave to make his camp, no abandoned lean-to left by a less wary vagrant passing through to warmer climes, but Obi does find a hollow not far from the vixen’s glade. An old yew, wider than two of him together could wrap around, beginning to rot from the inside. The sort of thing the volva would have clucked their collective tongues over, proclaiming that its spirit was sick and frail, a terrible portents for the future of their community.

But for him it’s only a tight squeeze on two legs and a cozy hideaway on four. Keeps him dry at least, and warm when the winds blow, though even as he drifts asleep, he hears the wood creaking like their voices, stay too long as a little one and you’ll be wild in truth.

It becomes habit to watch the vixen about her business; mostly small, letting his dark fur hide him among the shadows even as she tries to call him out from cover, her sweet smile more tempting than even the berries she offers. As it warms he sheds that skin more often, letting his legs stretch until he smells herbs on the wind and hears the first strains of her honeyed songs.

It’s inevitable that at some point, he forgets.

*

The dawn breaks warm that morning; the first tease of true spring before the spirits unfurl their sleeping tendrils and wake in truth. At least, so the volva say; Obi’s never seen a lick of them as long as he’s lived. Blind, they called him, but if it’s the price he pays to walk comfortably among the townsfolk each winter, he’ll pay it gladly.

There’s a tree at the edge of the vixen’s glade, an old birch so piebald it’s half shadow itself, its spiny little leaves coming in strong with the first hint of winter’s breaking. They don’t grow like this near the menfolk— there it’s straight little stands of bone-white trunks, but here, it’s a gnarled, knotted mess of a grandmother, so thick and bent from reaching out toward the light the glade promises that a body could get lost trying to find their way through its branches.

He sprawls his across one so thick it could be its own tree, legs dangling as wild as tangled ivy. Dappled in the sun’s light, it’s a cozy enough spot to let his blood warm up to the promise of the day. His head tips back, eyes fluttering closed, and ah, if he lets his mind drift enough, he can fool himself into thinking the volva are shuffling after him still, looking for that lazy boy, more scent than sense—

“The kit is placed in her cradle, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing.” Breath tumbles out of him in a snort, rousing him in shorter order than the vixen’s song, so close each word comes as a caress instead of a whisper on the wind. “Her mother cares for her, trouble, trouble, trouble.”

Already he reaches for his smaller body, eager to put fur over flesh and scamper into cover, but—

“Sleep now, sleep now” —copper flickers over bush tops, like a bullfinch buzzing over the brush— “in the arms of the mother tree, keep watch, o spirits, and hold this kit safe.”

For as many times as he has seen her, it’s always been with a little one’s eyes, limited to the muted grays and dunny browns they can create. Enough to get the idea of most wilders on whom he’s let his gaze linger, but this vixen— her hair alone is red and gold together, an autumn forest ablaze and yet tame beneath her hands. And when she lets her eyes skim over the brushline, looking for him…

Green. The same as the leaves that flutter between them, hiding him from sight. He hunkers down, belly to branch, and bides his time.

*

The vixen lingers longer as the weather warms, shedding her heavy cloak before she settles in to work, spreading it beneath her knees. There’s more for her to do now; with the snow near half melted, more greens unfurl between her visits, and the thin stopgap of winter berries turning into a bounty of sweet spring fruit. She sorts them as she works, each kind going into their own cloth before she rolls them up and tucks them into her basket, humming with satisfaction.

Most days he keeps her company as a little one; it delights her to coax him out step by step, creeping closer and closer to sharing sunlight. But more and more often, he lingers, watching her with wilder eyes as she goes about her business. Wonders, sometimes, if her pelt is just as bright as her hair when she trots about in her smaller form, if the gold would shine the way it does in the morning sun.

When she settles herself today— I shall give to my sister my seven gold rings, all under the linden so green— it’s with two baskets, one set in front and the other just behind. No difference between them that Obi can see, no reason one berry goes in one and not the either, just one plump little fruit, one after the other. Each one leaves juice smeared across her fingertips, so ripe his mouth salivates just thinking of how they’ll taste on his tongue, of how they’ll burst beneath his teeth.

“You know,” she calls out, her mouth hooked in the wryest of her smiles. “It’s polite to announce yourself if you’re going to linger in a vixen's territory. Especially a dog like yourself.”

Obi blinks between his branches, glancing from left to right, but there’s no dog for her to be talking to, not unless—

He glances down, right to where she stands, staring square at him through the branches. “You might introduce yourself at least. Now that I know you haven’t gone wild.”

His arms fold and his chin tilts, the way that makes most dogs shy from his company, let alone the wiser vixens. “I’m not the sort a vixen like you would want to know.”

Her jaw sets, even as that smiles pulls sweeter. “I think that’s up to me, isn’t it?”

Obi has to admit, she has a point there.

“This is my territory you’ve been lingering in, after all.” Her shrug is a soft bounce of her shoulders, but her scent presses heavily around him. Her territory. Unmated female she may be, but he is an unmated male, living on her sufferance. “I should know who I have the pleasure of sharing my patch with.”

“No point,” he sniffs, tilting his chin higher. “I’m just passing through.”

“For three weeks?” Her mouth twitches, not from fear. “I think that’s a little more than passing through.”

Ah, he hadn’t realized she’d be counting. “Just until there’s forage elsewhere.”

By the cock of her hip, he knows his excuse is as thin as tissue, ready to be torn under her able paws. “A name might be nice. I can’t just call you vagrant this whole time.”

“I have lots of names.” One for each year he’s wintered over among the menfolk. But they’ve always slipped off him like his fur does his skin, never sticking the whole season. Eirik had been the one he gave Goody, a smile on his lips, but she shook her head the way the menfolk always do, as if they already knew it doesn’t fit. “Which one do you want?”

The smile he gives her is all teeth, but she doesn’t flinch like she’s supposed to. No, she just furrows that brow at him, concerned. “The one you want to give me.”

His shoulder burns even beneath his hand. “I already said I wouldn’t be around long.”

“Fine, Vagrant it is then,” the vixen sighs, tucking her plants against her waist, tying them to the space under her belt. “I hope you have a nice day, Vagrant.”

It’s not until she’s gone that he realizes she left one of her baskets behind, but when he goes to call out—

Well, it seems he never got a name either.

#obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #shapeshifter au #the vagrant's season #my fic #ans #the two songs referenced in this are Gjendine's Lullaby (Gjendines bådnlåt) and Ye Ride So Carefully (I Riden Så) #Gjendines is a famous Norwegian milkmaid who ended up teaching her songs to Edvard Grieg #who eventually collected them into Opus 66. the last movement of which is this lullaby #if you play civ 6 you might recognize it 🤣 #Ye Ride So Carefully is an older folk song- the one i link is not in modern Swedish but a much older version #i had to steer a lot of my folk song usage MUCH older since otherwise i ran into lots of like #singing about the village. and the sheep. and the barn! lots of fish too #which just wasn't gonna work for the little forest-bound foxes #if you decide to listen to the whole thing it's actually considered a song that may have predated Christianity in Scandinavia #and then was later changed to include Christian symbolism along with the old norse ones #there is a LOT that i could go into here about the meaning of the song BUT it doesn't actually have much to do with the story #SO JUST ENJOY INSTEAD 🤣

[nightlyponder]

tomorrow is my first for real for real guitar lesson with the person who will now be my one-on-one instructor going forward (the other guy will be my instructor for the group practices)

ive been working on the short scale the first dude gave me and im able to play it without looking at my pick hand! not perfectly every time but jus about. i practiced it at my friend's place (the artist) and he said i'd probably be better than him soon since i was able to play the notes cleanly

what im saying is this time next year, imma be a fucking menace to my neighbors

#i already know the guitar i want #i need to talk to the folk at the music shop to figure out a good practice amp #and ive already started learning about pedals #theres a youtube channel i follow that creates drum tracks for doom/sludge/stoner metal music so you can play the guitar along wit it #imma be all over that shit #jericho.txt

[jimmyclueless]

im so happy juanaflippa is back

-the denier

#slimecicle #a play on the '-the joker' '-the [word]er' . its me im the denier ill nod along to folks analyzing why its code flippa #but im with slimecicle on the if this is a dream i never wanna wake up</333

[dreamaze]

.⟡. 2022 Year in Review .⟡.

cc year in review - every month in 2022 : link your favorite and/or most popular post from each month this year

  ⟡ tagged by: @wonjinist​, @shorelinnes​, @hyungheons​, thank you ♡

a small reflection— this creative outlet is a lifesaver for me, & i have to remind myself sometimes that i should simply embrace it instead of worrying over spending too much time on it in my very limited space outside of work & school. i’m grateful to the cc’s and artists who inspire me every day, & it’s an honor to share this little corner of the internet with you! this year saw a lot of changes in my interests & focuses as a creator. i officially retired/archived my BU blog in january, devoted a little more time to the star seekers one instead, explored drama giffing for the first time during several months of semantic error fervor, & unexpectedly fell head-over-heels full-brainrot-mode-engaged in love with a new-to-me group. i’ve never considered myself a prolific cc & have certainly never been one that keeps up well with new content, but mx has inspired me to create more frequently throughout the past nine months than i have in all my time here & to work with a more diverse range of media. they’ve rooted deeply in my heart & i think they’re here to stay. ♡

on to the links! with an apology in advance that i can rarely choose one favorite… i tend to put a lot of thought (& love) even into ‘simple’ gifsets, & i hope it shows C: <3

January

⟡ Favorite: this bonkers-time-consuming LOVESONG stage edit with a heart overlay why did i do that + this magic island lyrics & star seekers films set ⟡ Popular: the soogyu to do battle to not wear the bunny head

February

⟡ Favorite: at first i thought i only made one thing this month & then i remembered my star seekers blog. this true names (an all-time fave tbh!!) + questioning films  ⟡ Popular: soogyu vs. staying in character

March

⟡ Favorite: semantic error (here began my spiral) ‘touch’ and ‘retenir’ ⟡ Popular: beomgyu in all LOVESONGs

April

⟡ Favorite: my beloved all in set ft. besties (and PAIN </3), semantic error ‘tell you,’ chankgyun fire parallels ⟡ Popular: soogyutonin!

May

⟡ Favorite: gambler!!!, semantic error ‘what is your heart telling you,’ + this good boy gone bad that was one of the most complex things i made all year never again ⟡ Popular: the txt weverse magazine (ft. hands) photoset, the popularity of which i will forever roll my eyes at <3

June

⟡ Favorite: all in/fighter (...besties again </3) + semantic error harbor ⟡ Popular: semantic error push & pull (i’m pleased with this one too)

July

⟡ Favorite: dramarama (top fave, a lot of work & love went into this), the star seekers references in act: love sick, + inssaoppa besties serotonin set ⟡ Popular: one day performance

August

⟡ Favorite: hyungwon’s powder blue LOVE suit, the recurring blue in good boy gone bad japanese ver., + the price of a promise (BU/star seekers parallel) ⟡ Popular: dgg gambler performance vid

September

⟡ Favorite: besties’ Beautiful jacket making behind aka duality aka hyungwon convinced minhyuk is going to poke his eyeball out ⟡ Popular: hyungwon’s unique martial arts making minhyuk drop character during filming

October

⟡ Favorite: youth/where is this love lyric parallel + snuggly besties serotonin ⟡ Popular: currently tied between team sentimental’s karaoke & besties’ Kisses hat

November

⟡ Favorite: oaths of minhyuk & hyungwon (one of my favorites of the whole year tbh!!), minhyuk & roses imagery, 93 line duets x lyrics, + the one linked below (yes i have many favorites this month <3) ⟡ Popular: besties talking about each other’s families on vogueshipshow

December

⟡ Favorite: the name chapter concept trailer/star seekers parallels + the besties’ inssaoppa vlive set which just brings me so much joy ⟡ Popular: jooheon’s facts about mx concert preparedness

#idk why i spent so much time on this but i thought a little calendar thing would be fun <3 #i'm not sure who hasn't done this yet so here are a few tags for folks to just see it or be tagged in the game itself #(no pressure to rb or play along too!! <3) #slowrabbitpd #wabisarah #tuseral #userkyutie #wings.original #for fun

[pathogenic]

laios :3

Hiiii Fray, glad you decided to ask about my boyfriend there

As you can see, I'm normal about him.

#Basically I think he's very cool #And while I do sometimes play along with affectionately calling him names I do think folks go too far #He's cool! He's really smart! #He can make some terrible decisions and his first instinct is to run from things #It's what gives him flavor! #GRAH

[gxlden-angels]

Therapy is just playing 6 degrees of Religious Trauma at this point

#Me: why does it make me feel so angry that I haven't had time to cut and style my hair?? #Can't cut hair -> Outside forces preventing me from doing my hair how I want -> couldn't do hair as I wanted until I was an adult and moved #-> my hair belongs to my father then husband as per the Bible -> religious trauma #Like damn bro I'm literally busy making pronoun pins and planning gay shit #and yet #and fuckin yet #religious trauma is wack #Play along at home folks! #ex christian #religious trauma

[bambipickle]

oh to be two junkies on the streets of pre nine eleven new york who found each other's love and understanding against all odds, to be intimate with each other in face of prejudice and cruel fate

#first song i learned to play on my axe and sing along lol #moldy peaches #music #alternative music #anti folk #anyone else but you #punk #junkie #thoughts #Spotify

[kaninchen-reblogs]

okay but honestly? big love to all the transfems out there who don't fit the "usual stereotypes" that get tossed around a lot in online spaces.

Straight transfems

Asexual/Aromantic transfems

Sex-repulsed/non-hypersexual transfems

Transfems who aren't good at math

Transfems who aren't good with computers

Transfems who aren't big on gaming

Fat and/or hairy transfems

Transfems who like sports and the outdoors

Transfems who are "mainstream" and don't really do subcultures

Transfems who aren't furries

Neurotypical transfems

And of course, the biggest love to older transfems and transfems of color -- without you, this community wouldn't be here at all.

As a furry transfem gamer nerd who listens to weird music and is neurodivergent as hell, I love seeing all these folks online who are like me -- but I just wanted to post this thingie to make it clear that all transfems (and all trans people in general! I love you too, transmascs!) are deserving of love and appreciation, not just the ones we typically see online, y'know?

#kanny says things #sorry if this is a weird thing to post at 2:40 in the morning #im just thinking about how sooooo many of the transfems i see on tumblr tend to fit many of the “stereotypes” #which is fine! and good! I also fit most of them too! #but part of me feels a little bad that there's like... a “universal trans experience” that's starting to grow #like “oh you have a blahaj you *must* be trans” #or “oh of course you wear striped socks and play MMORPGS” #I dont want it to turn into a monolith! I dont want there to be One(tm) trans experience! thats expected of everyone! #I WANT there to be varied trans experiences! I WANT there to be trans folks who I honestly CAN'T connect with #Hell I want there to be trans people that I don't get along with and that I disagree with and that I don't like being around #because that means the community is large enough to have a vast and varied experience #and thats healthy and i want that! I want more trans people!

[smokeys-house]

I think today would be a good day to send your local smokey (me) an ask or two! Anon or not, about whatever you like....

#smokey talks #also ill probably be drinking tonight so if youd rather wait and embarass me while i do that thats fine too #havent done any in character stuff in a while either but like. i also dont like role-playing so its usually pretty specific #im still working on that big piece i always talk about. but its coming along nicely #i have some. decisions to make #nothing major! i just have to make them #hate deciding things unless ive already made the decision iykwim #do folks still abbreviate that? iykwim? #im rambling