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dw i’ll bring my weedy treat bag

me in a long, wavy black wig with black alt eyeliner patterns and black lipstick. the emphasis is on showing my top surgery scar

wearing my own hair in this photo, which is a split blue and black. i’m holding up the shirt I’m in to reveal my scar

me, pre surgery with large boobas from an underside angle

a little flash hits so different now

“da me beso” but as a command rather than a suggestion pls pls plsssss

it’s fucking snowing

i’m PISSED

my bus ride is already an hour to and from work andjalkxksxjkdkdkaksjss

a nice shot of my 🍑 in wide mesh fishnets

everyone deserves to see these rare cheeks

posing in my full length mirror with a shirt that reads “GOD’S FAVORITE”

prove me wrong

a shot of my backside in my mesh leggings

sneaky cheek

posing in a dressing room mirror to show off my mesh workout leggings

another pose in the mirror of me smiling

you have to be ohk with me going out like

A full art Sylveon ex against a shining blue background

a shiny Electrode, whose bottom half is blue instead of red

a shiny Moltres full art card. It has a pink body and fiery orange wings

none of which i asked for or wanted

i know i have a crush on someone bad when i start having thoughts like

-i wish i could hold their hand rn
-it’d be cool to go to this restaurant together
-how warm are they to sleep next to
-how many times have they molted their exoskeleton
-can they dislocate their jaw to devour their prey whole

a regular who was in a group game and when i walked over said “look at all these bottoms gathered over magic the gathering” and the others looked at him, then me, then him again.

“what about neon says ‘bottom’ to you…?”

i love that there’s no goddamn way to other people i could be submissive lol

my online gamertag was neonbath. i wanted something to conjure a beautiful mental image with no gender so i wouldn’t be harassed online. people eventually just started calling me neon and when i was searching for my name, it was right there and felt so correct

ready to go home and try to stop being distracted by massively intrusive horny thoughts such as

-large firm hands grabbing/ squishing my thighs
-my mouth pried open and played with
-someone making me sit very still & earn a little spit in my mouth as a treat
-having a nice sized handprint on my ass

aaron paul screaming dramatically

minding my own business

brain accesses tasty memory

“and yet you still get on your knees to ride your dragons thinking of me”

🫠

MINDING. MY OWN. BUSINESS.

distracted during cards thinking about slow kissing someone until our hands start wandering all over each other and suddenly we’re death gripping each other’s hardest and softest bits

a screen shot of the Dexter’s Lab episode where he whispers “omelette du fromage” into a popular girl’s ear

bouncing on it to one winged angel silly style

full length mirror shot of my outfit: white clip in wing barrettes, a long black to silver ombré wig, a black, long sleeved nylon body suit, a wide band leather waist cinching belt over a long black slit thigh skirt with mesh leggings and my stompy boots

a good look at the wing clips and my makeup

posing to show off my makeup, which makes me look like i’ve been up many late nights

a slight smile

here’s what i came up with: sad boy with mommy issues in leather

i want to go on a nice date so bad but i also am so wary of dating rn

i am begging my friends, my sweethearts

please come see me and let me your arm candy

i think i’ve decided on all the pieces for my sephiroth look

still deciding on the eyes

hey

wanna come over and let me cocoon you with blankets while i kiss your face for several hours?

i haven’t posted any looks lately but i have something in mind for monday 🫣 my inspiration is sephiroth hehehehe

chew glass and swallow

lemme sip

i wish this were the first time someone had crashed a bike rubbernecking at me but this guy is like, number 5

but he was apologetic and polite, not creepy. thanks, bike man, for making my day a bit weirder but not gross!

headed to the bus, this guy was riding by on a bike and rubbernecked at me

he crashed the bike into a curb and stumbled

i got pissed

he laughs & walks up at a safe distance and goes

“i’m so sorry, i was distracted by your legs. you have such nice legs and you’re very beautiful. have a nice day!”

just expressing that it feels strange to have to consider applying for refugee status as a trans citizen

i *know* it’s not dramatic at this point to think about but doesn’t make my racing thoughts go away

i’m craving the company of someone who would intertwine with me in bed while we both do our own thing. i’m on the switch, you’re reading me shitposts, we’re cozy in my nest of pillows and blankets and you’re overdue for many smooches to the face

i hard locked in sorting my magic cards away and dancing but nearly forgot to eat until my stomach made the loudest GRRRRAAAAAABBBLBLBLBLLLLLRRRR

it was grueling work but i eventually got there

a lot of it was just getting away from people who made me hate myself