Tova or T or whatever

Preteen Me:

Trying so hard to be a straight cis girl

Me Now:

Accepting that I’m an agender lesbian

(Joined this thread on Twitter and decided to bring it to Tumblr)

Now some background:

Looking back on my preteen years to now, I’m really happy that I accepted myself and feel comfortable to dress how I want to/be who I am. I no longer feel the need to guilt myself because I don’t fit into the bubble that my family expects me to be in. I don’t want to be that person anymore who just was what people expected them to be and wasn’t sure why they were so sad. I’m so happy and grateful that I can be myself now.

Here is the Picrew if you want to do this too:

https://picrew.me/image_maker/431179

Tagging:

Cis female, suicidal, unhappy with everything without understanding why

Purberty 2: The electric buggalou (Now):

Trans man, realizes I’m a hot bitch and gained confidence, can manage my depression on my own now, really now only uncomfortable with my tibbies

Tagging: @eryn-n-g @the5thcoy @teacupfulofstarshine @pawton-meowity @bubbelpop2 @waywardsisters17 @pricklyfish777 @tinysidestrashcaptain

“Yaknow,,,, like nya—?”

Alright, more picrew. I love these things so much, and I really am the epitome of a tired academic.

i just want to fall in love so badly amd be accepted

Nowadays me:

I JUST WANT LOVE, BUT NOT THE ROMANTIC KIND OK, i still am the same insecure babe, but like… really old and tired… and very trans (yes, i got a tan)

Yes I am cishet i love boys and the color red-violet

Present me:

Me now:

Fools. I am the gayest of gay men. Well. Bi. But like. God man I’m really fucking gay.

Preteen me: I am STRAIGJT I like BOYS and all my friends HATE ME

Now me: haha nah man I’m ace, bi, and ready to die but in a fun way

Preteen/teen me: Accepted myself and said “f**k the norm, imma be me”, moved to a new school and has 5 close friends, has a big mouth and is still too smart for my own good, waiting and prepared for the world to end, and is completely here for it

Me now: trying to figure out my sexuality, doesn’t wear glasses because I’m stubborn, hates having long hair becaue short is so much easier, awkward, will try to make friends if you look lonely, refuses to wear tank tops and shorts becaue I feel weird despite living in south Florida, bullied alot less now than I was then.

Me now: Free of those toxic friendships, insomnia ridden, high schooler with little friends, love life is nonexistent, dyed my hair bout twice now, nose piercing and tattoo, finally figured out I was ace, planning to enlist in the military, a huge band geek, has a huge f**king mouth and don’t care what people think anymore imma be me, smart, majorly insecure, deals with the everyday life of having ADHD, I hate majority of everyone in my school, and I give off the ‘f**k off leave me alone’ vibes to people.

I was a quiet preteen girl who basically hid their right eye because this dumbass literally shaved off half their eyebrow. I even wore a headband really. I was a quiet girl who did was still friends with the girls I went to elementary school although I was still shy. Always wore a sweater no matter the weater and pants.

I smile more and grew my hair out, even not trying to cut my bangs back to normal. Now comfortable knowing I’m bisexual. I’m now comfortable with smiling and such. A bit of a loner now tbh.

From shy little girl who only wears what her mother wants to and tries to fit in (alright I kinda miss my Happy-go-Lucky self) (and totally think she’s straight)

To bisexual (or omnisexual i’m not sure yet) girl who’s ready to kick some asses and hide some claws and fangs behind her sweet attitude ! Like you know even if I kinda miss who I used to be at times (from extrovert to introvert !) I’m happy of the person I became.

Me now: Has a lot of interests, trust instead of people issues(I’m working on it) has to wear glasses, a group of friends, flaunt my knowledge, tall and chubby, has a friend group, bullied still but will talk back at them.

Me now:

Basically all that happened was I went half blind, grew out my bangs, and fluff up my hair more

Although I do read a lot more now and now have the ability to swear soooo….. >:3

Somehow I’m even weirder then I was as a kid 😂

Younger me:

Oooof I was so optimistic, believe it or not, but I wasn’t full of angst and salt…

Older me:

Shit it the fan and I changed, still haven’t figured out if it’s for better or worse yet lol, but I’m still trying to figure myself out and stuff… it’s been a journey but theirs more to go…

Ooooof at first I forgot to tag people:

Younger me

Young, naive girl. Don't know what else to say.

Older me

It’s a mistake—a wrong number, per se. No witch it’s ever known has lived in such an, ah, dated, home. Furthermore, no practitioner that ever summoned it has been absent, as if they’d up and ding-dong ditched it. No, it didn’t work that way. Not at all. Not if they want to survive the encounter.

It hears the clinking of movement in the room adjacent—the kitchen, going by the pungent, bitter scent of cooled coffee and soggy, sweet sponge cakes, but more jarring is the smell of blood. It moves—feels something slip beneath its clawed foot as it does, and sees a crocheted blanket of whites and greys and deep black yarn, wound intricately, perfectly, into a summoning circle. Its summoning circle. There is a small splash of bright scarlet and sharp, jagged bits of a broken curio scattered on top, as if someone had dropped it, attempted to pick it up the pieces and pricked their finger. It would explain the blood. And it would explain the demon being brought into this strange place.

As it connects these pieces in its mind, the inhabitant of the house rounds the corner and exits the kitchen, holding a damp, white dish towel close to her hand and fumbling with the beaded bifocals hanging from her neck by a crocheted lanyard before stopping dead in her tracks.

Now, to be fair, the demon wouldn’t ordinarily second guess being face-to-face with a hunchbacked crone with a beaked nose, beady eyes and a peculiar lack of teeth, or a spidery shawl and ankle-length black dress, but there is definitely something amiss here. Especially when the old biddy lets her spectacles fall slack on her bosom and erupts into a wide, toothy (toothless) grin, eyes squinting and crinkling from the sheer effort of it.

“Todd! Todd, dear, I didn’t know you were visiting this year! You didn’t call, you didn’t write—but, oh, I’m so happy you’re here, dear! Would it have been too much to ask you to ring the doorbell? I almost had a heart attack. And don’t worry about the blood, here—I had an accident. My favorite figure toppled off of the table and cleanup didn’t go as expected. But I seem to recall you are quite into the bloodshed and ‘edgy’ stuff these days, so I don’t suppose you mind.” She releases a hearty, kind laugh, but it isn’t mocking, it’s sweet. Grandmotherly. The demon is by no means sentimental or maudlin, but the kindness, the familiarity, the genuine fondness, does pull a few dusty old nostalgic heartstrings. “Imagine if it leaves a scar! It’d be a bit ‘badass,’ as you teenagers say, wouldn’t it?”

She is as blind as a bat without her glasses, it would appear, because the demon is by no means a ‘Todd’ or a human at all, though humanoid, shrouded in sleek, black skin and hard spikes and sharp claws. But the demon humors her, if only because it had been caught off guard.

The old woman smiles still, before turning on her heel and shuffling into the hallway with a stiff gait revealing a poor hip. “Be a dear and make some more coffee, would you please? I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

Yes, this is most definitely a mistake. One for the record books, for certain. For late-night trips to bars and conversations with colleagues, while others discuss how many souls they’d swindled in exchange for peanuts, or how many first-borns they’d been pledged for things idiot humans could have gained without divine intervention. Ugh. Sometimes it all just became so pedantic that little detours like this were a blessing—happy accidents, as the humans would say.

That’s why the demon does as asked, and plods slowly into the kitchen, careful to duck low and avoid the top of the doorframe. That’s why it gingerly takes the small glass pot and empties it of old, stale coffee and carefully, so carefully, takes a measuring scoop between its claws and fills the machine with fresh grounds. It’s as the hot water is percolating that the old woman returns, her index finger wrapped tight in a series of beige bandages.

“I’m surprised you’re so tall, Todd! I haven’t seen you since you were at my hip! But your mother mails photos all the time—you do love wearing all black, don’t you?” She takes a seat at the small round table in the corner and taps the glass lid of the cake plate with quaking, unsteady, aged hands. “I was starting to think you’d never visit. Your father and I have had our disagreements, but…I am glad you’re here, dear. Would you like some cake?” Before the demon has a chance to decline, she lifts the lid and cuts a generous slice from the near-complete circle that has scarcely been touched. It smells of citrus and cream and is, as assumed earlier, soggy, oversaturated with icing.

It was made for a special occasion, for guests, but it doesn’t seem this old woman receives much company in this musty, stagnant house that smells like an antique garage that hadn’t had its dust stirred in years.

Especially not from her absentee grandson, Todd.

The demon waits until the coffee pot is full, and takes two small mugs from the counter, filling them until steam is frothing over the rims. Then, and only then, does it accept the cake and sit, with some difficulty, in a small chair at the small table. It warbles out a polite ‘thank you,’ but it doesn’t suppose the woman understands. Manners are manners regardless.

“Oh, dear, I can hardly understand. Your voice has gotten so deep, just like your grandfather’s was. That, and I do recall you have an affinity for that gravelly, screaming music. Did your voice get strained? It’s alright, dear, I’ll do the talking. You just rest up. The coffee will help soothe.”

The demon merely nods—some communication can be understood without fail—and drinks the coffee and eats the cake with a too-small fork. It’s ordinary, mushy, but delicious because of the intent behind it and the love that must have gone into its creation.

“I hope you enjoyed all of the presents I sent you. You never write back—but I am aware most people use that fancy E-mail these days. I just can’t wrap my head around it. I do wish your mom and dad would visit sometime. I know of a wonderful little café down the street we can go to. I haven’t been; I wanted to visit it with Charles, before he…well.” She falls silent in her rambling, staring into her coffee with a small, melancholy smile. “I can’t believe it’s been ten years. You never had the chance to meet him. But never mind that.” Suddenly, and with surprising speed that has the demon concerned for her well being, she moves to her feet, bracing her hands on the edge of the table. “I may as well give you your birthday present, since you’re here. What timing! I only finished it this morning. I’ll be right back.”

When she returns, the white, grey and black crocheted work with the summoning circle is bundled in her arms.  

“I found these designs in an occult book I borrowed from the library. I thought you’d like them on a nice, warm blanket to fight off the winter chill—I hope you do like it.” With gentle hands, she spreads the blanket over the demon’s broad, spiky back like a shawl, smoothing it over craggy shoulders and patting its arms affectionately. “Happy birthday, Todd, dear.”

demon: you’re not blind here – but you’re not surprised. when…?

anette: oh, toddy, don’t be silly, my biological grandson’s not twelve feet tall and doesn’t scorch the furniture when he sneezes. i’ve known for ages.

demon: then why?

anette: you wouldn’t have stayed if you weren’t lonely too.

demon: you… you don’t have to keep calling me your grandson.

anette: nonsense! adopted children are just as real. now quit sniffling, you silly boy, and let’s go bake a cake. honey, heel!

I start with

PASTA

@nolu ;) wifey ur hotter than ghost pepper 

im not 100% sure i did that right but here

Hi lovesies, I kinda had an idea, after taking this test I found on @matstegen blog, about Creative Types.

So, I found out that, out of the eight possible creative personalities, I’m a thinker (the description totally suits me, btw lol). And I thought “How cool would it be if among my lovely mutuals I could find the other seven personalities that match and complete mine?”

So here I am, starting this ‘tag game’…

Rules:

Take the test

Reblog this post with what type you got

Tag 7 mutuals to do the same!

Let’s find our matches people!

I’m tagging: @sweetgcreature @its-a-metephor-brian @bohemiandelilah @gottabecool-relax @instantezra @radio-ha-ha @littledarlingwellaway cause they are my squad, but if you want to try and do this, you’re more than welcome!

Xx 💖

I am the Visionary and I’m most compatible with the Thinker.

I’m tagging @meowlayn-art @paopufruittt @pickle-scribbles @op-peccatori @its-mew @oceanlipgloss and @thatfanfictionchick

I am a Dreamer. The description suits me really well, I didn’t expect it!

My best match to collaborate with is an Innovator.

@its-shawrely-pikachu @kzombi3 @haikyuulovercompany @haiky-u-lously @asteroidtaker @sunshinejihyun @lizlinkpotato @pickle-scribbles

I am a Thinker and my ideal collaborator would be an Adventurer. IIIIIINTERSTING. 🤔

I am a DREAMER 💜 just like you @its-mew ! And my ideal collaborator would be an Innovator.

tagging @yukas-clover @mybeatingkokoro @bigoldrin @she-who-hangs-out-in-konoha @ikemen-artist

Tagging @luzda @spanish-aguacate @kisara-16 @iris-goddess @venulus

I’m the dreamer… Big surprise there 😂 INFP here!

And oh, I did expect that I’m a dreamer xD and I’m compatible with thr innovator 😅

I’m a Dreamer and my best compatibly is with an Innovator

Funny cause my greatest strength in the design process is concepting!!

I’m the Visionary!

I am the Dreamer! My ideal comparability (if I want to get things done) is an Innovator.

I felt called out by this type in many ways that other Dreamer types have already mentioned.

I am the Adventurer, and my best compatibility is with the Artist

So I match with @deakyswhitequeen

And @pickle-scribbles and @izra-8 match with me!

Tagging:

I am The Dreamer and my best compatibility is with The Innovator.

So I suppose I do need to practice mindfulness (I feel so called out, damn 😂)

I’m a dreamer, compatible with Innovators

I’m a thinker and I’m compatible with the adventurer

I'm the artist compatible with the producer

Occasional “im human and im frustrated” yelling happens. Those are usually followed by apologies and genuine effort not to do that again.

But if your parent/guardian is always SCREAMING at you, especially as a way to control or make you feel inferior (insults, threats, things they know make you subdue and guilty) THIS IS EMOTIONAL ABUSE. if they are purposely contorting your emotions as a method to control that is abuse.

If someone hits, kicks, slaps, or beats you (not just a gentle nonsexual spank on the butt) THIS IS PHYSICAL ABUSE, ESPECIALLY IF IT LEAVES A BRUISE, CUT ABRAISION, ETC.

If adults are making you dance in a manner to be sexual, do sexual things, or watch sexual things inappropriate for your age THIS IS SEXUAL ABUSE. it is not always touching your/someone else’s private areas (which is ALSO abuse.)

If your parent or guardian is depriving you of things that are essential for life (food, water, shelter, weather appropriate clothes, hygiene, medical) and it is not just a “we are literally too broke to get these things but im really trying ” THIS IS NEGLECT AND IS ABUSE.

Talk to a teacher or trusted adult. Anyone in a human service setting (educators, administration, health, etc) especially those in a child/ adolescent arena are MANDATED REPORTERS: they MUST tell CPS there is a problem. If you are in immediate danger be explicit: they will call 911 to keep you safe.

If you disagree with me, unfollow my blog, block me and never look at my blog again.

Out of 19000+ followers I have, only one of you actually reblogged about this issue, yet a lot of you have reblogged and liked a picture by playboy about catcalling and that how men should never do it.

Additionally, I have received abuse in my ask box (which I will be answering when I can) and threats. In particular death threats and rape threats.

To prove something to a friend, please

REBLOG IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

reblog if you believe bi people deserve to have a space and voice.

reblog if you recognize the specific struggles that bi people go through.

reblog if you know bi people are more than “half gay, half straight”.

reblog if you believe bi rights and representation aren’t just “catering to straight people.”

reblog if you see us.

[Transcription:

Cupioromantic (also known as kalosromantic) is a micro-label on the aromantic spectrum. Cupioromantic is defined as someone who does not experience romantic attraction but still desires a romantic relationship. Another name for cupioromantic is romance-favorable aromantic.

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Oh also important question.

[Transcription:

Cupioromantic (also known as kalosromantic) is a micro-label on the aromantic spectrum. Cupioromantic is defined as someone who does not experience romantic attraction but still desires a romantic relationship. Another name for cupioromantic is romance-favorable aromantic.

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[Transcription:

Cupioromantic (also known as kalosromantic) is a micro-label on the aromantic spectrum. Cupioromantic is defined as someone who does not experience romantic attraction but still desires a romantic relationship. Another name for cupioromantic is romance-favorable aromantic.

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i’ve recently had to empty my bank account to pay for some bills and it led me to being overdrawn, which is something i can’t afford right now, as the bank is going to continue taking money and i can’t pay it right now.

i need financial assistance, specifically to pay for my anti-depressants, food, and arthritis medication as i don’t have insurance at the moment. if you can spare even 5 dollars or just a reblog i would be so thankful! if you want me to make you a special header or sidebar or gifset in exchange i’m willing to do that too!

here’s my paypal and cashapp and venmo