Samantha's Blog

When my mother forgets a word, she is the queen of coming up with new words. Words that would take a third National Treasure movie to fully decipher. I was talking to her yesterday, and she said this: “You know the time for los jibbities is coming up. You must be so excited!” Oh, is it time for los jibbities already? I must have missed it on my calendar. Are we celebrating something? “Of course! We should all be celebrating, shouldn’t we?” OK, so los jibbities is a happy thing. It’s not like something is giving you the heebie-jeebies, which would have been my one and only guess. “Los heebie-jeebies? Now you’re making things up...and this is my show.” You’re right. The time for los jibbities is coming up. Is this a season? “Yes, the season for love. The season for pride.” OK, los jibbities. “Yeah, sound it out.” Los…jibbities. LGBTs! “Sí, mira cuz you’re gay!” “You couldn’t just say pride season? You couldn’t just… *laughs*

@voidmenace thank you! I forget to mention it much. I have been a girl for 17 months now, it’s the best and most clearly correct decision I have ever made.

I really need a feminised edit of Wimdy Fox but… I don’t think foxes have any visible secondary sex characteristics. Hmm.

HAPPY PRIDE DOGGIESS!!!

all the other weird fucked up cats are safe and happy and healthy btw

Straight to Jail

I’m honestly not sure I captured all the twists and turns

i finally watched a playthrough of life is strange and ive been thinking about this ever since

Art by Snale

can i make it any more obvious?