TYSM!!

*writing my stupid little fanfiction*

*looks down at ipad*

[ID: a picture of a cat screaming superimposed on a simple background; the cat is screaming "WHY IS IT SO ASS???". There's an ipad which says "stupid fanfiction that isn't good but is bouncing around in my brain and won't leave". /END ID]

Make sure that you’ll be safe! It’s really important; maybe talk to them about trans stuff and see how they react, stuff like that. Write a letter or text, or just come up and say it. It’s really hard to say, but you can do it eventually.

Planning on coming out as trans to my parents soon. Any advice from the little gay people in my phone?

Remade that one tumblr post (you know the one) as a pvz comic. This took. So fucking long.

Dr Zomboss brainrot is killing me

People of Tumblr, I present to you:

Transgenderman

(Ok to repost with credit)

A huge art page of me messing with my ManPepper design's expressions. What a charming, award winning smile. VuV

Vent post ahead! Family stuff, transphobia, homophobia and stuff.

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My family doesn’t believe I can do anything; they don’t think I can take care of them when they get old, they don’t think I can fill my own medicine, live on my own, take care of myself, or get a job. I know they think this, because they’ve said it before. They only say it when they’re mad at me, but I know they think it all the time.

Because they don’t believe in me, I don’t really believe in myself either. But I know this is what they want; they want me to believe that I can’t do anything. They don’t want to see me transition, move out, and thrive. Whenever they ask me what’s wrong, I can’t tell them what’s actually bothering me because they’re too uncomfortable with the answer (dysphoria, not that they believe in it anyways.)

I don’t like these people anymore; they made it clear they don’t like my authentic self. They couldn’t even handle when I thought I was a lesbian, so what the hell was I expecting, I guess. I’m not giving up, I’m too spiteful to give up now. I’m going to live my life as a man; if they don’t like it, that’s fine, I don’t really give a shit. The only one I remotely care about is my little sister. She’s not too far gone yet. But I feel like my family will turn her to their side, and I’ll truly have no one.

Even if I have no one, I’m not giving up. I know that’s what they want, so I refuse to give up. One day, I’ll be masculine looking enough to where my family will have no choice but to call me by my actual name and pronouns, assuming that they don’t cease communication with me at that point. That’ll be a good day, assuming it happens. It’ll be incredibly painful to lose everyone, but it’ll be worth it. I’ll get new family and friends, and hopefully it will work out.

No matter what my family says, I am strong enough to do this. I have no choice but to be strong. I just have to struggle through another year or two, and I’ll be free. I’m nearly 18, will be in August, so technically I am an adult soon. Let’s hope that I can learn some more life skills and move out of this place.

(Also I may sound confident in this post, but irl I am scared. I don’t know what I’m gonna do, but I guess all I can do is try my best.)

Original Work, based off of Dance of the Corpses/Shikabane No Odori by Kikuo!! Listen to it it's great :)

Making this made me feel like I was dying (I was doing a fun activity idk what's wrong with me lol)

Please like this or I'll be stung by a thousand bees 💔💔💔/jjj

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