The Way Most Autism Literature Describes "literal Interpretation" Is Often Not At All Similar To How

Cuz. Cozy.

would you enter my terrible haunted mangrove?

Or you just forget every relevant fact about the topic the moment it feels like a conflict

Why were ghosts ever scary?? Aren't they just people who died? Do only assholes become ghosts? Honestly if you’re dead and all you do is lurk in an attic making spooky noises, that’s kinda pathetic. You’re a ghost man. You could be solving cold cases. You could phase into space and explore exoplanets. But nooo you’re out here rattling chains in some old lady’s house because you died of cholera in 1843. Get a grip. You have cosmic power and you’re spending the afterlife knocking over lamps and making dolls blink. Embarrassing. Go haunt Wall Street. Go possess a CEO. Do literally anything other than throwing a Victorian tantrum over the new tenants.

Do better.

This post feels like it's calling me out- I'm trans, left handed, and have hEDS. I couldn't imagine myself living 50 years ago, ngl

This is it

the existence of the word "gock" suggests the possibility of a male equivalent, which would naturally be called a "mock".

Reblong to give someone an ice cream sanditch.

Reblog to give a trans woman a warm cup of soup

The Gods love you.

Even when you spend days without lighting up their candles.

Even if you don't have an Altar.

Even if you don't feel their presence yet.

Even if you're not good at tarot.

Or doesn't have prophetic dreams.

They still love you. And you know why?

Because you're you. And that's enough for them, your presence, your devotion, your well-being, is what truly matters for them.

So don't you feel pressured or sad, lovebug 💜💜

terfs love to call us impersonators or tell us we’re making a mockery of womanhood but frankly. i think we love womanhood in a way they never could. every single trans woman i know is a living, breathing love letter to being a woman. there is a pure, elevated joy in becoming a woman that they just can’t understand. we don’t define womanhood by our suffering, or our capacity to breed, or the role we’re forced into under patriarchal society. we’re girls purely for the love of the game. :3

When I was eleven I could lay in the shape of a low-poly ragdolled NPC who had been flung against the wall and I was fine, but now if I so much as shift position a little in the night I wake up with a painfully fucked up shoulder or back