I also use Fae/Faer alongside She/Her. Transfemme Genderfae and proud!
They did fucking stellar work with the character growth. I normally hate the “you need to give it a couple seasons” kind of thing, but Venture Bros did so well to have a moment where you feel the tone start to change, and somehow, the goofier start ends up working in the shows favor.
I will never look at a Homies the same way again.
It’s amazing to see how many of us are starting our journeys later in life. I’m in a similar boat, lived 30-odd years as a man and with the pushes that have happened, both positive and negative, figured out I was Genderfae. If it wasn’t for trans spaces and issues becoming more prominent, I don’t think I ever would have stopped thinking “There’s just something wrong with me”.
May all our journeys end in happiness.
“Getting the Plant light was the hardest. Y’know this thing only picks up on dandelions?”
Don’t trust any website that asks for your bones.
It’s secretly run by the rambling gambling skeletons. No one wants to play euchre anymore, so they had to take a different angle.
“Postin’ 365, ayo, 24/7 cause real badposters don’t sle”
“My decorated buttocks gathers all the grain to the silos.”
Nah, that’s BB.
B2b is the one from Nier. With the thighs.
“My magical electric sex heart pants!”
VShojo doesn’t own any of their former content creators IP. Once you go, it’s all yours to keep. It’s a part of what made them attractive as a corporate entity, especially to indies looking for a boost.
Assuming no pain killers, the femur snapper.
Hell, even with painkillers.
This isn’t a cave, it’s an alcove.
I still want one, but have already accepted I’d never be allowed to use it because of cats.
Oh.
Then I’ll try to hit them twice as hard. Gotta correct those poor life decisions.
Oh, I thought it was produced by the creepy kids who hide out in the corn fields. Guess I should maybe stop hitting them with my car as they walk out.
They have human hands because flippers pose a difficult problem when trying to choke a motherfucker out.
Not even just natural disasters, either. I’ve seen people(across the 'net and, sadly, in person) lump Tennessee, Georgia, and Alabama together like we all voted the exact same way, like it’s our faults that laws and restrictions get made.
So many of us have fought, tried changing minds, voted in our own favor, fucking tried, and guess what we got? Told it’s our faults. Told by our “leaders” that we’re practically better off dead in their eyes. Watched them fight to make us as miserable as possible, every way they can, and have had to etch our own niches wherever we can.
It’s absolutely demoralizing. People on both sides want to keep screaming you’re doing it wrong when all we’re trying to do at this point is fucking survive long enough to maybe get to smile once as ourselves before we die.
Wait, Hollywood?
You mean I didn’t have to duel my girlfriend on a high mountaintop and then spend a month surviving together after our allies abandoned us? Like, we thought that’s how you start dating.
Fuck.
What if I want a T-X instead of a T1000?
The only way I want a man in me is temporary. Pleasure or consumption, he’s coming out sometime.
Damn, I was excited about the concept of a completely AI TSA instead.
I wanted my pant leg to be hallucinated as a China Lake.
Because I have seen people in real life with this anxiety:
99% of us in retail give no fucks. You’re one of the hundreds, if not thousands, of faces we might see in a day. Your purchasing habits, your kinks, your personality quirks, need to be super weird/memorable for you to even begin being recognizable.
You making a thing out of it makes it stand out more than just letting it pass. You might get a smile or a giggle in the moment, but within 5 minutes you’re just some stranger who came through the line.
Damn, ate too many banana.