Same :3

Someone to @the-adhd-sorcerer : “Do you have to put her on your…”. The adhd sorcerer: “no, she just kinda hops on”

if you think they have to keep the song gay but not the straight song straight you're a hypocrite and not cool

okay so we’ve established that if you cover a straight love song as the “opposite” gender as the original singer (girl->boy or boy->girl) you have to keep the original pronouns and sing it gay, but what do we say to covering a gay song? do you keep the original pronouns and make it straight, or change the pronouns and keep it gay?

if you made a cover of a gay song as the gender opposite the original singer, should you change the pronouns to keep it gay?

This sounds so nice arfff … I hope I get to be me, to be a puppy, and be loved for who I am and not who I was .

You get home and as soon as you open the door you hear your pup yipping and barking and running to meet you. As she runs up to you and starts giving you puppykissies and snuggles, you feel some of the stress of the day fall away.

What a great idea it was to adopt this poor pup. You had seen her sitting in a car barely holding back tears in the parking garage one day after work. Seeing how distressed she was, you walked over to make sure she was doing okay and ask if she needed help. She couldn't seem to string a sentence together so you asked if you could help her with anything. She finally managed to stammer out that she had been kicked out from her parents house and didn’t know what to do next. The first time you heard her bark was when you asked if she needed a place to stay. It took all you had to calm her down after that, to convince her that it was okay, that if a puppy barked that was fine, that you didn’t hate her, that you weren’t gonna leave, that you wouldn’t abandon her. Once she settled down, you gave her your address and told her to follow you there.

Getting her settled into your guestroom was a whole other process, mostly involving her constantly apologizing and saying she should probably just leave and you comforting her and providing reassurance that it was actually all fine, that it was okay for her to be here, and that you didn’t hate her. You eventually found the secret to stopping the apology spiral was telling her what a good puppy she was, such a good girl for letting herself be helped when she needed it.

The first few weeks were a blur of helping her switch to remote learning with her college courses, getting her a new wardrobe, helping her find a new doctor for her prescriptions, and getting her started on HRT. The hardest challenge was helping her be herself. The walls and facades, the personas and lies she had wrapped around who she was to protect herself were hard to peel back, but the results were so rewarding. Helping her choose a new name, something she hadn’t even let herself dream of was such a joy. Getting her used to using and hearing her name and pronouns and seeing the small smiles every time she heard her name made all of it worth it.

You were watching TV the first time she approached you. She asked if she could sit on the couch with you. You told her of course she could, and she didn’t need to ask permission. She nodded mutely and nestled herself into the far end of the couch, resolutely staring at the TV and aggressively squeezing the bear stuffy you had got her. Over the 20 minutes she slowly edged herself closer to you, you assume she’s trying to be casual about it but its very obvious what she’s trying to do.

When she is only a foot away, she mutters something into her plushy and tries to hide herself as much as possible, a rather adorable sight given shes half a foot taller than you. You ask if she could repeat herself, telling her she can take as much time as she wants. You eventually manage to make out something about snuggling and decide to take matters into your own hands. You pull her into you, resting her head on your lap, slowly stroking her hair and rubbing her tummy, feeling her melt into you, letting herself completely relax. As she relaxes into you, you finally whisper to her, “You don’t have to pretend anymore honey. I know it’s so hard to try and be a human but you don’t need to anymore. I can take care of you, lil pup.”

This was the second time she barked in front of you. And the second, and the third, and the fourth and on and on, all the while you continued to pet her and hold her. While this wasn’t the last time she pretended to be human or got too nervous to ask for attention or reassurance or apologized for being such a bother, it was the first time she felt loved.

*hugs* ^w^

WHAT KINDA CAT ARE YOUR MUTUALS

I REALLY WANNA SIT HERE AMD GO THROUGH TAGGING EVERYONE BUT I HAVE TO GO TO BED NOW SO I’LL DO SO TOMORROW!!!

About me

DNI: minors, terfs and zionists.

hi, i'm Rosie, trans puppygirl from ontario canada but with hopes of moving to finland before the decade is over.

quirks: adhd, autism, ptsd, borderline personality disorder, separation & social anxiety, symptoms of bipolar 2 (namely hypomania and depressive episodes).

likes: collars, physical affection, cats, punk fashion, walks, crates (like the kind you'd put a 4 legged dog in) puppy treats (hrt related meds), cold days, thigh highs, fruit juice (apple, orange, etc), ice cappuccinos, metal music and the pop artist Mothica.

dislikes: storms, thinking, candy (of any kind), politics (keep it to yourself), religion (same as politics), classic rock (i find a lot of it creepy), sad media, not being able to talk to my gf for more than 12 hours, loud noises, bright/flashing lights, daylight, darkness and large groups of ppl.

special interests: cars, animals (dinosaurs included) and computer hardware.

gf/futurewife/owner: @the-adhd-sorcerer .

triggers: hospitals, fireworks, paying attention to my breathing and others yelling.

birth year: 2003.

birthday: sept 23rd.

hrt since: 9th of sept 2023

types of drugs i've tried: weed, alcohol.

drugs i want to try: mushrooms, peyote, ecstasy.

drugs i won't try: pretty much anything i haven't tried or want to try, especially opioids (including ones used in hospitals like morphine).

sexuality: abrosexual between t4t lesbian and grey asexual.

romantic attraction: trans women.

extras: furry, therian, twitch streamer (when obs wants to work), below average skill gamer, cat lover and makeup inept (mostly due to shaky af hands).

asks welcome.

Edit#2: dumb puppy edited this saying she won’t reply to dms from people she doesn’t follow before enabling the option to prevent people she doesn’t follow from dming her…

Edite#3: list of things i won't do here

https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vT11wfqrQ1C38Mj-5i6_pk5OSYmO3pHk6rbkAA8lh-LjeSiwkdcbyVkNr5CI8NyjvxReQmoIYfYTzvc/pub .

i'm dumb

that feeling when you reblog a post 3 times... not once, not twice but THREE TIMES... that's when you can tell the tiredness is sinking in

they can be in a gay relationship all they want... i think they're both equally stupid pokemon...

in honor of the recent news and fan reaction

edit: added alt text

^w^ the only sweet I’d put over love is the sweetheart who I replied to!

#aromantic #chocolate

When people tell me to act rationally and think before doing anything… there’s a voice in the back of my head that’s like “if only they knew, how much it hurts to think, how much effort I put in to… think”, like let’s be honest, if you knew me in high school you’d be impressed by my intelligence… now if you ask a question I sit there and tilt my head to the side and eventually tell you to go ask a rock or a tree or something.

The puppybrain has taken over, there’s one brain cell on a treadmill keeping the lights on and then doing nothing else, head empty… I pretty much only think with my body, does it feel nice or get you things that feel nice? Do it, does it feel bad or get you things that feel bad? Don’t do it.

I have simple brain with simple needs, the needs are pretty much just praise and affection, if I fail to get enough of these I shut down, from stress or depression or otherwise.

It’s almost like I’m puppy… except unlike the things that are born with fur and a tail and 4 legs, I’m expected to think and not let my emotions control me… even if it’s a detriment to my mental and therefore physical health.

Idk… maybe I’m too complacent with my own existence.

@the-adhd-sorcerer is dis u? uwu

I wonder what Mae got up to this Harfest 🎃🍂