*bites You Bites You Bites You*

reblog to headbutt previous blog like a kittie cat 🐾 miauw mau meow

It’s not really about what you do to become trans.

It's about that quiet moment—somewhere between the silence and the sigh—when you stop fighting yourself. When you stop holding your breath and finally let her in. That girl who’s always been there, under the weight of pretending, performing, surviving. You don’t become her, not exactly.

You remember her.

She’s not new. She’s the echo in your laughter, the rhythm in the way you move when no one’s watching. She’s the softness in your voice before you ever dared to make it real. And when you finally look in the mirror and whisper, “I see you,” she smiles back like she’s been waiting your whole life to hear it.

It’s not about the clothes. Or the name. Or even the hormones.

It’s about permission.

It’s about finally saying, “I want to be me,” and not backing down from what that means. Even if your voice trembles. Even if the world doesn’t get it. Even if some days you’re just so damn tired.

And gods, when that moment comes—when you let her out and she stretches into the light—it’s everything.

You walk different. You laugh different. And suddenly the world feels possible.

And maybe, just maybe, there’s someone out there—some sweet girl with paint on her jeans and mischief in her smile—who’ll take your hand and say, “Hey. You’re kinda cute like this.” And your heart will stutter in your chest, and you’ll realize that being seen like this, loved like this… it’s not a fantasy. It’s your truth.

You were never becoming a different person.

You were just learning how to stop hiding the one you’ve always been.

lukewarm take but i personally do not give a shit if poor people cheat a system that was designed to fail them anyways. i also coincidentally do not enjoy the taste of boot rubber

What's a sleepy girl gotta do to get taken advantage of around here?

⚠️ CW: CNC, kidnapping, violence ⚠️

Proceed with caution.

I'm abstaining from everything for till 10 days. Becoming more and more deprived the longer it goes. My gf mentioned the desire to abduct me, and I just keep imagining more and more violent ways to do so. Getting my wrists zip tied and a bag thrown over my head and yanked into a trunk, screaming and fighting the whole time while actually it's hopeless and all the screaming does is make me seem more like prey. Losing my energy on the way to wherever they're taking me flailing in the trunk, till finally we get there, the car stops, I get one last burst of adrenaline only to get shoved back in and beaten till I give up. Sobbing. Oh, I know she likes it when I sob. I know she won't be able to resist taking advantage of me in this state. All limp and useless, crying like a little bitch. I'm literally asking for it, looking so weak and fragile. Of course, I'm prey. It's only natural for the small to get hunted. I hope she gets what she wants and keeps me alive... I hope she doesn't.

Sitting here getting my panties all tight and unable to do anything about it. Truly the most I've ever suffered.

hecate

invisible hands

no one is safe