the transfem tumblr experience is watching the avatars on every reblog in your post history gradually wither from color to grey, connections to your roots erased like an autumn leaf waiting its turn

struggling to figure out how tumblr is losing money

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every time I think about Dilbert I think about this comic and how the question being asked is Not Stupid and its answer is genuinely interesting and arguably very important information anyone using a computer should know

Proxies for my Rainbow Dash deck

i always think in any given moment i'm posting at the top of my game doing the best possible posting i could be doing but i went back and found a bunch of posts from 2023 and i was posting actual dog shit. like pure garbage posting. nothing salvageable. but these ones were kinda funny

also crazy that my [square brackets instead of *asterisks* to dilineate actions] typing quirk seemingly dates back to all the way back then. i guess you could call it a posting signature. who knows

Colorful JayEazy: I was never green smart I'm yellow smart makes me more CMYK call me mr hue festival i got hella shades

Slime JayEazy: I was never goop smart I'm jelly smart lower my viscoscity call me Mr Blob festival I got hella slime

I'm a big fan of BIRDBRAIN Teto

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speaking of peeing the bed it's been long enough that i can tell this story publicly. in high school i went to a party at some house with no adults, as you sometimes would, and at the end of the night like 10 people all clonked out together in the same bed. fully clothed, one of those teenage moments where you're like wow heehee how rule-breaking, because sure a lot of our parents wouldn't like us sleeping in a bed with a bunch of other teenagers and no adult supervision blah blah. fond memories. anyway.

i'm an extremely light sleeper, so i barely slept, and sometime around 6 am, i woke up to a girl totally panicking, very quietly, because she peed the bed in her sleep. and listen. this wasn't a group of mean kids by any measure. but there's no level of kindness or understanding in the world that will make peeing the bed when you're 17, surrounded by people you only sort of know, a gentle blow.

so i sat up and she was like "oh my god" and I signaled at her to be absolutely silent and I said I'd be right back. And I crawled over everyone and out of the bed like a stupid cat.

and the thing is, by senior year i wasn't getting bullied much anymore. i was generally pretty well liked by my peers, but, if this makes sense, people still didn't always expect very much from me. i was still figuring out how to mask (autistic) and i still often said or did something that made everyone remember i'm weird and they'd just be like "well. that's story for you. i guess." and for the most part i'd become pretty secure in that.

so what i'm saying is i had nothing to lose and this girl had everything to lose.

so i went downstairs and i made tomato soup. and by "made" i mean i put a whole can of tomato soup in a too-small mug and microwaved it until it was lukewarm so as to be convincingly "made" but not so hot to burn someone.

and then i walked back upstairs, and no longer like a cat, i clumsily "attempted" to crawl back into bed, loudly lost my balance, and spilled tomato soup all over the girl and her lap and several other people's laps and heads and the mattress.

everyone woke up confused and anguished and i was like, "oh my god, I'm so sorry. I just got really hungry and it's all i could find."

and everyone immediately accepted with absolutely no further questions that I would go downstairs, make tomato soup at 6 am,and bring it back to bed. everyone just begrudgingly climbed onto the floor and went back to sleep while I put the bedding right into the laundry.

i don't even know this girl's name. i only remembered this story recently because i'm in my hometown for a few months and recently a high school acquaintance said, "hey. do you remember spilling soup on everyone after prom? why did you do that?" and for a moment i genuinely did not and i stared at them completely dumbfounded while the memory loaded and then i started laughing too hard to answer for 2 minutes.

the best part is i can tell this story, and even if it reaches the people who were there, none of them will know which one of them peed the bed. thanks to tomato soup.

people keep pointing out how bewildering this must have been from her point of view and it's making me laugh to tears. i never considered it. i had such a solid plan in my head. i went downstairs to find something to dump on the bed and when i saw the tomato soup i knew it was perfect because it has a distinct smell that would cover anything else and a color which would do the same.

i was so focused on my mission that in the 14 years since i've never once considered what it must have been like for her to decide to trust me because she had no other options, sit there in anguish for three minutes, and then watch me walk back into the room and dump soup on everyone.

if your bunnygirl mutual makes a flop post it means they're comfortable around you

See i personally just think if you post about food or drug recalls you should have to specify what country its in. And no, "nationwide" does not count.

thats so scary!!!!!! if i want to know if my cheese will kill me i have to click this link to find out Which nation this is in. or you know. i dont have to do that. on account of, i already know.

I'll freely grant that fantasy-setting-where-everybody-is-a-girl milieux raise a lot of worldbuilding questions, but Where Do Babies Come From isn't one of them. "How do they have kids if they're all giiiiirls" my guy, some girls can get other girls pregnant in real life. A thousand things in need of explanation and you're hung up on the one that requires none.