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So, my blog isn’t very well known, but I hope with these tags I can get some help!

Ive always been Interested in witchcraft, I’ve just never known where to start. Tumblr is a big help in some cases but I’m confused half the time by the amount of information shoved into my face.

Thanks for the ask!! It’s not specified who it’s for so I’ll go with Dani, Miles and Belladonna uwu

💰 who handles the money?

Dani: Decent at handling money, a bit more frugal that Nadia is so she doesn’t spend much.

Miles: Doesn’t know how to handle money at all, so that job goes to Julian (probably also a bad idea)

Belladonna: Ok at it for the most part. Her weakness is candy though, so she often ends up splurging some money on it.

🚔 Who gets you both/all in trouble

Dani: Dani doesn’t get into trouble because she’s a goody two shoes and neither does Nadia (for the most part)

Miles: Both Julian and Miles get into lots of trouble.

Belladonna: Portia ends up getting them into trouble for the most part, but Belladonna can be the culprit sometimes.

🥂 What do you do for date night?

Dani: Anywhere as long as she’s alone with Nadia and away from all other worries 💕

Miles: Not a big date fan, but will often take Julian on spontaneous adventures that usually turn into dates

Dani is 100% a morning person and will kill the spider if she absolutely has to (usually Nadia has someone to take care of the spider though)

I know, I know, I’m very late (5 days to be exact) to this whole thing but I kind of wanted to share my story. I know that my blog is pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of tumblr, but for the approximately 4 people that follow me, here’s my story.

I never knew how to have pride in myself, especially considering my circumstances. Unlike a lot of my trans brothers and sisters, I never knew from a young age that I was trans, hell, I loved pink and dolls and dresses and I wanted my hair so long it reached my ankles. Because I felt like this when I was younger I so often invalidate myself as being actually trans because it seemed like everyone just kind of knew.

So yeah, I loved your classic girly stuff and I was super duper girly for a long time. Until I met one of my best friends, I’ll call him D.

I was in a very homophobic and transphobic middle school, people were bigoted and rude to each other and hate seemed to permeate throughout the hellscape I called my middle school (more horror stories on that later). When I met D he told me it was ok to be questioning myself, so I flew through a bunch of labels to pin myself down to get some kind of relief. A big part of trying to label myself was to find denial in being trans, because I thought it would rude my life and my already strained relationship with my mom.

For years I struggled with my identity until I finally came to the realization that I was transgender and I couldn’t push it away or deny it any more. I had a breakdown that night, nearly screaming and crying because I knew from that point on, now that I had admitted it, that life was about to become a lot harder for me.

And it did. I won’t deny that it really did. That month I came out to my mom. I had previously came out to her twice (one about being bisexual and one about when I thought I was nb) so obviously I was scared and I knew she wouldn’t want to listen to me again. And she didn’t. My mother has a notorious penchant, as much as I love her, of thinking she knows everything. So, I didn’t get much closure that night.

For a while I had been asking for a binder to help alleviate some kind of discomfort, and time and time again she denied that I was trans, telling me to love my body how it is and to not change at all because she wasn’t ready to lose her daughter (once she went so far as to buy my bras instead when I asked her for a binder). I don’t have much, if any, support from my mom, but I’m hoping it gets better in the future. My story isn’t all sadness though.

Throughout all of it I had my friends. My wonderful friends who love and support me to the very end no matter how many times I say nobody cares. They’ve been so helpful in my journey so far, and they’ve given me the strength to move forward and keep going.

I was tagged by @fartkittyonline so here we go!

Finally finishing a writing piece and being proud of it

Seeing how much I’ve improved with drawing since I’ve started

Listening to music that makes me happy/makes me want to dance!

Having spare time to do things like cook or read

Starting new hobbies!

Cats rolling over to show their stomach as a sign of how much they trust you

Seeing how much my friends art/writing have improved and hyping them up!

Working on theater productions like acting or crew

That feeling after you’ve had an amazing day

Finding new things that make me happy every day.