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Gobbess GobbleLynn

@gobblelynn

Proudly Queer, Proudly Fat [18+] Trans Butch Domme Feedee Vtuber! Rated #1 Stinkiest and Fattest Goblin on Twitch at the Internet Goblin Awards. The Genderfluid Gobbess of Sins, Fetish, Desire, and Indulgence. Worship me if you dare ๐Ÿ’š Pronouns: xe/xem/xer/xers/xemself or Fat/Fatty/Fats/Fatself or it/its

Hey Tumblr! I'm Lynn, half Technoslime, half Whalepig Goblin, and an 18+ Feedee Vtuber who's just in it for the love of the gain. Y'all should also know that I'm the Gobbess(goblin goddess) of Sins, Fetish, Desire, and Indulgence. Where else did you think all those horny prayers went?

You can expect anything here from fetish fueled text and art reblogged without shame, leftists yelling at the world, leftists yelling at other leftists, discovered artworks that impact you, and just some absolutely nonsensical bullshit of the silliest degree.

Catch my Fat Goblin Ass streaming on twitch.tv/gobblelynn every Wednesday and Saturday!

me, as a youth, watching a tv character get fat from eating too much or expand suddenly from rapid weight gain: huh, this sure does seem like it's unlocking something deep and lifelong within me

people saying that being trans is a white only thing is very strange to me because i remember when i was a kid people acted like it was pretty much only black people and thai people who were trans. obvsiouly both of those things are based in racism and transmisogyny but the rapid shift is strange

I had to bring these out of the tags because the last 2 tags especially!!!! โ˜๐Ÿผโ˜๐Ÿผโ˜๐Ÿผ

I can clearly remember the moment I first realised my mother and I were living on completely different planes of existence. I was 7 years old and I came home from my school's first track and field day having placed second or third in every event. the teachers had been making jokes all afternoon about how many times they had to call my name. my friends thought I was cool as shit. my enemies thought I was cool as shit too, come to think of it. I was proud as hell. so I get home with the entire front of my shirt covered in ribbons like I was a military dictator who'd awarded himself every medal, I walk into the kitchen and tell my mum all about my day, and she goes "oh, that must be disappointing not getting any firsts." and I'm like no?? first of all the first place ribbons are red and I don't like red. second of all look at me. there's literally nowhere left on my body for accolades. I am fucking Jacked of All Trades. how could this possibly be a disappointment.

i would have raised you better

i would have kept you safe when you were scared

i would have been there when you needed me

i would have tucked you in at night

i would have kept you warm and fed

i would have held you when you were sad

i would have tended you when you were hurt

i would have protected you when you were in danger

i would have helped you when you were struggling

i would have listened when you talked to me

i would have paid attention to your needs

i would have told you i was proud of you after doing something hard

i would have told you i was proud of you

i would have been proud of you

i would have never been disappointed in you

i would have let you be who you wanted to be

i would have accepted you as you are

i would have never tried to change you

i would have loved you no matter what

i would have loved you if you hurt me

i would have loved you every day

i would have told you i loved you

i would have shown you i loved you

i would have loved you more than anything

i would have loved you

to all the trans women who may see this, know this; all the world is lucky to be your home.

there are so many of you that i'm not satisfied to know just once. i wish i could live so many more lives just to know you again and again.

i love you, trans women.

you know when I was a kid I used to think it was so sad that the adults and authority figures in my life didn't see play as something available to them unless it was to appease a child, like it was some kind of inherently and exclusively juvenile thing, and I chalked it up to inevitability of age, assuming that I too would join the ranks of those afflicted with productivity-obsessed "maturity," and when that didn't start to happen to me, I sure as hell did start to wonder what else I had taken for granted about what it means to be human.

forgive the version of you that didnโ€™t know any better

forgive the version of yourself that knew better but did it anyway. forgive every version of yourself. we are constantly learning from our mistakes.

forgive the version of you that didnโ€™t know what to do and could not have foreseen what the right choice was, if there even was one. forgive the version of you that made a choice and regretted it.

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