whats cool about being trans is my parents are totally right. i did kill their beautiful son. im the thing that animates his corpse in an ever more convincing parody of a happy girl. i devoured him from the inside out and now there is nothing left of him and he is dead dead dead and there is only me, with my hollow eyes and dark eyeliner and long hair, and my big smile. my limp, effeminate gestures belie the marionetting of the boy they loved. my fagginess is his death. already his body becomes a fitter home for my parasitism in full; the tits, the hips, the thighs. sorry about your kid. thanks for the biomass <3
Never posted anything worthwhile in Tumblr, but today is the day post this map of the SCP Multiverse I did a couple of months ago.
It burned me out pretty heavily, but it turned out as confusing as I expected.
reposting my favorite control pieces of all time
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This cliché is death out of time, breaking the first the second the third the fourth wall, the fifth wall, floor; no floor: you fall!
I don't know who needs to hear this but please please please please please explore the settings. Of your phone, computer, of every app you use. Investigate the UI, toggle some things around and see what happens. You won't break anything irreperably without a confirmation box asking you if you really mean to do that thing. And you can just look up what a setting will do before touching it if you're really worried ok?
Worst case scenario you just have to change the settings back if you don't like what happened but it is so so so important to explore the tools available to you and gain a better understanding for how the stuff you use works.
Even if you already know. Even if you're comfortable with how you use it now. You don't just have to accept whtever experience has been handed to you by default and it's good for you to at least know what's available to you.
Relistening to stolen century hurts every time. Idk what kind of magic griffin weaved into it, but no matter how many times I relisten it still hits just as hard. Like, huh, it's all about love, isn't it? It's about trying your best, about trying to protect your family, about fucking up and trying to fix it. It's about "I love you" and "I'm sorry" and "it'll be harder if you remember me" and "you die, but it's okay because you know they made it". It's about starting again and again, about questioning your morals, about doing your best, about learning to lean on people, about having that taken away from you. Its about feeling love and trust and pain without knowing their target. That's life, isn't it? I need to lie down.