#i need more blogs to follow :(

[daddyhoothoot]

Like or reblog if you’re a helluva/stolitz blog and I’ll follow you!

[bandaged-cat]

The worst thing qolos have done is make every dtqk blog stop posting about quackity

[bluelir]

I’ve followed like 30 new blogs this week and not a soul has postedzzz 🥲

[bunnyboy-juice]

NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???

[spocks-kaathyra]

has this been done already

[puppetmaster13u]

Meme Prompt 10

[sickosdotjpg]

i admit i've never really been much of one for the, like, giantess type of scenarios. but that said? the big fairies from b//ot/w? yeah.

[dazzelmethat]

Caterpillars are babies to me. My favorite toys when I was 5 were plastic caterpillars. I see one and I want to take care of them. Remember to plant milkweed for a baby near you!

[cottonslimes]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Clown to Equine communication failed; They are separate species.

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[comfort-character-central]

I want to hold my f/o, I want to hug my f/o, I want to scream into the void about how much I adore my f/o, and I want to show my f/o how much they mean to me, I want to protect my f/o at all costs, I want to giggle because of my f/o, and I want to show my f/o the love they deserve.

[anistarrose]

feel like my headcanons for gender-nonconformity amongst Tres Horny Boys often fall just a little to the left of usual fanon — by which I mean, I see Taako as androgynous more so than feminine, and see Magnus as the one who's feminine, but in ways that he mix-and-matches with masculine elements too. and of course, the distinction between any of these things is a social construct, and is probably best thought of as revolving around individual intent — but that's how I like to conceptualize them conceptualizing it, you know?

this is probably better explained by example. to me, the typical Taako outfit is going to be something like those long flowy pants that are indistinguishable from a skirt at a distance, but with occasional real skirts in the rotation too (just to keep them guessing). while the average Magnus outfit involves multiple earrings (the dangliest ones that wouldn't be a hazard in a fight), pink nail polish, and a pair of cargo shorts. pure chaos that only he could make work. then in the meantime, Merle has never in his life even seriously contemplated gender presentation at all — if he puts flowers in his beard, that's 'cause it brings him closer to Pan and he happens to think these colors look nice! no reflection given and no reflection needed on any cultural concepts of masculinity, and whether or not he aligns with them.

[bass-alien]

my tumblr is dead as fuuuuuck today lmao

[ask-lu-wild]

[stealingpotatoes]

WIP TITLE GAME (except i havent got an open askbox so you're using comments to get snippets)

@dramaqueen243 commented: ahsoka cal chat rewrite!

As she grew older, it became a sharp survival instinct. Inquisitors bled loudly into the Force, a scratching, scraping presence that warned her to stop reaching and start running. A warning she too-often ignored, but a warning nonetheless. It had been rare to find anything else.  Reaching out now, she expected the quiet peace of the sleeping academy. The padawans’ signatures hummed gently at the back of her mind, all varying levels of untrained brightness. Stronger, she could sense Ezra (a presence so intertwined with his planet that if she were any more tired, she would’ve thought she was back on Lothal) and Luke (so strong even in sleep and far, far too familiar). Merrin’s Nightsister-foreign signature was always a little harder to sense, but all Ahsoka had to do was sense for Cal, who… Ahsoka blinked her eyes back open, her markings forming a solid furrow on her brow.  Cal, whose half-shielded presence sung loud, panicked, and very much awake.