I Really Wish I Was A Girl. Thats It, Thats The Post. I Yearn To Be Lesbiab. I Crave To Be Cute.

I took steampunk with a few subclass levels in random fetish. if I am left alone for more than 20 minutes i *will* invent something heinous and it *will* be all of my friends' problems.

I know stereotypes are bad, but let’s be honest—every trans girl has a vibe. So tell me, which one are you?

A cute hacker girl fueled exclusively by energy drinks – You type at lightning speed, have a questionable sleep schedule, and may or may not be a digital cryptid. Bonus points if you can do eyeliner so sharp it doubles as a weapon.

A literal cat/dog (kitten/puppy also valid options) – You either radiate smug feline energy or are the human embodiment of "wagging tail, big eyes, head pats please." No in-between.

Target mom – You have opinions on scented candles, will absolutely offer to buy your friends snacks, and could run a household with military efficiency if you weren’t so busy being cute.

Three communist manifestos in a trench coat trying to add others to their cause – You own at least one tattered copy of The Communist Manifesto, believe transition should be free, and could (and would) unionize a girl’s night out.

Teenage witch – You collect shiny rocks, you’ve considered hexing a TERF, and your idea of self-care involves moon water and aggressively manifesting a hotter body.

OH NO A LITERAL GOBLIN! – You hoard shinies, giggle mischievously, and the concept of “pretty girl” and “chaotic gremlin” are one and the same to you.

A vampire with an addiction to fluffy things – Yes, you are the night. But also, you need a soft blanket, thigh-high socks, and a collection of plushies to survive.

A faerie who steals genders and scrambles eggs – You don’t just crack eggs; you turn them into omelets. Gender is yours to redistribute. Watch out, because if you so much as look at someone, they might start questioning things.

A 1950s housewife but horny and super progressive – You bake, you’re adorable, and you’re absolutely calling someone “darling” while making them question their sexuality.

Goth was never just a phase, it’s a lifestyle – Your wardrobe is mostly black, your eyeliner could kill a man, and you’ve perfected the balance between spooky and sapphic.

Goth but discovering the color brown (steampunk) – You have very strong opinions on corsets, pocket watches, and the intersection of sapphic romance and gears.

Cottagecore is my goal in life – You dream of a cozy cottage in the woods where you and your cute wife bake bread, tend to your garden, and forget what capitalism is.

I choose you, random fetish! – You didn’t mean to be this way, but here you are. Your interests are niche, intense, and probably make people blush when you explain them.

So, which one (or ones) are you? Or are you something even gayer?

should i uh

should i have a sideblog for actual project updates, and leave this one for personal rambles? should it be the other way around? i dont know, how do the Professional(tm) tumblr writers do this?

like, should it be

Main: just stories Side: memes and crying or the opposite. I dont know

smh my head cuties like you deserve all the nice things and that's an indisputable fact.

Once again on my “I don’t deserve nice things” grind

nothing more flattering than someone saying "oh don't get her going" in reference to you when a topic you're passionate about is brought up

girl detector gimmick blog has fallen

billions must gender

sometimes I think to myself, "I should go make some queer friends that are as freaky as I am. go express myself, stop masking, live as my true self, and probably pound someone into the floor".

And then I remember I live in Bumfuck Nowhere Ohio where its social ostracization at best to be anything other than cisgender, straight, and conservative. dang, that sucks.

yeah ill rebog this

GMing on short notice be like you guys ever read dune? Ok hear me out so we're dropping on this planet...

me when i, when i say something stupid and the uh.. the tumblerers push the dopamine button