It's Been A Rough Week Huh

DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE NEANDERTHAL CHILD WITH DOWN'S SYNDROME? Because they're all I've been thinking about when I'm sad for the past few days. Their existence makes me less sad.

It's still sinking in that The Owl House was about a girl running away to a fantasy world, all because of the ripple effects of losing her father at an unfairly young age — only to eventually learn that the fantasy world itself was made of the bones, and the flesh, of a loving father who'd protected his child with one of his final actions, before dying and giving life to that fantasy world. And eventually, in his truly final action, even giving life to Luz herself. Luz ran away to the Boiling Isles, all because of a single book that her dad gave her — and unknowingly, she spent every day walking over ground that embodied parental loss. A world that was born from a parent's death, a parent who had to leave their child far too soon — and not just any child, but Luz's own new best friend, in all of this new magical world. And King and Luz were only ever brought together because of their fathers' deaths — before they even realized they had anything in common to grieve. Before they realized a reminder of that grief had been beneath their feet this whole time.

But, at the end of the day... their fathers both gave them parting gifts. Their fathers both gave them the key to come of age in a world full of people who'd care about them — maybe not the only world where they could've been happy, but a world they wouldn't want to imagine missing. Their fathers gave them the chance to meet each other. To understand each other. And, ultimately, to heal and grow up together. Until the ground beneath their feet stops feeling so heavy, like grief — and starts feeling lighter again, like a gift, and a happy memory.

what an odd pairing. bee cat and pumpkin ghost

(BEECAT PLUSH REVEAL SOON)

good night

Happy Mother's Day!

Here's a Noceda family photo featuring all the moms with their partners and kids

Fit check

I join tumblr like a couple days ago and I check out #lesbian, expecting to see some wholesome sapphic stuff but it's like, 90% horny and 10% AWWWWW material and 50% of the horny posts are just, STRAIGHT UP PORN LIKE, I THOUGHT PORN WAS BANNED ON TUMBLR WHAT??????

Saturdays concert was a lot of firsts for me:

It was my first ever concert

It was the first time I wore full fem in public

It was the first time I explicitly wore a pride flag

It was the first time someone I knew called me Jocie in public

It was the first time I got genuine compliments from strangers

It was the first time I went into the women’s bathroom (so much more comfortable btw)

It was the first time I didn’t feel a shred of anxiety

It was truly a magical experience, not only to see my lifelong favorite band good kid, but to be my full true self without restrictions. I felt like I could finally breathe for the first time in forever. The whole thing was so just congenial and I loved it.

This marks a new era in my transition, I’ve been through discovery, I’ve been through yearning and dreaming, this year I think I’m going to be craving. This will be toughest fight yet, but if things go well I’ll make it out hotter then I did before.

Things just made so much more sense on Saturday, my actions felt way more natural. I knew that I wasn’t doing things wrong for the first time in my life.

I want that back. I want to have that, and to be that, I want to smile like I smiled, I want to move like I moved, I want to talk like I talked, I want to go where I went.

I’m tired of the claustrophobic feeling I get everyday. I’m tired of my heart and windpipes being crushed 24/7. I’m tired of dreading every interaction I have. I tired of having anxiety attacks whenever I see a girl wearing something cute, and being filled with intense envy that I’m not allowed to quench. I’m tired of entering the boys bathroom and immediately feeling like I’m being observed and that I’m in danger. I’m tired of making up lies to protect my siblings from the hate that my coming out will definitely put on them; I can take the heat, but they never could. I’m tired of being uninspired when choose my clothes from such a dull pallet. I’m tired.

I’m craving something I just got a sample of.

You can’t keep it from me forever.

dino saurs were not scary monsters they were mamas with eggs and when they drank water they were like fuckk yessss waterrrr