Sorry But There Is No Romance In Bluetooth Earbuds. They're Very Handy And Nice But Nothing Will Ever

closeted transfems deserve the world. if you're a closeted transfem know it doesn't make you any less your gender & one day you WILL be able to be yourself for real

Any rancher duo for a kind follower? 👉👈

apparently i have a demographic and i must watch their povs Right Now

Grian swoops down from a tree, two squirrels in his talons (not much by way of food but they aren’t eating Scar’s stupid pandas so it will have to do for now), and hits the ground next to Scar with a thud. He looks up. Scar’s eyes are wide.

“You’ve seen me hunt before,” Grian says, shaking out his bloodied talons with a chime.

“You still have it,” Scar says.

“What?” Grian says.

“Around your ankle,” Scar says.

“…it’s not like I can take it off,” Grian says, as though he doesn’t have hands with which he could unlace the leather. But it feels—wrong. He’d never removed them. The bells being a warning for those he approached unexpectedly was a bonus, anyway, and it’s not like many people knew enough about falconry, Scar, or the strange hazy place they’d both gotten to in the desert where Grian’s head had blurred further into predator than usual to understand what it meant. In the Southlands, in fact, he’d been mostly teased for it, though Mumbo had given him considering looks the whole time.

“Huh,” Scar says.

“Honestly, did you not notice?”

“I followed the sound,” Scar says, “when I heard it. But even if it stopped me from losing track you, it’s not like it can make a falcon come back if you can’t give it a reason to or catch it,” Scar says, a little bitterly. “I just thought you’d get… I don’t know. You still have it.”

“I still have it,” Grian says. “I—”

“Don’t say sorry for things you aren’t.”

“You’re right,” Grian says.

“I’d forgotten how sharp your eyes are sometimes. Hunting.”

Grian looks at Scar for a long while and almost says he’d forgotten how it felt to have a home he was meant to be returning to after. He doesn’t. He huffs. “You’ll see it more. This isn’t enough food yet.”

“Hunt away,” Scar murmurs.

Grian he opens his wings again to soar into the trees. He hears the bells chiming, and it sounds like a red string, for whatever that means. He can feel Scar watch him as he goes.

“No going after any Jellies!” Scar shouts, and Grian rolls his eyes. He won’t. He wouldn’t. The bells are loud in his ears. He wouldn’t.

i love pitting classically trained magic users against self-taught magic users in sci-fi/fantasy but it shouldn’t be snobbish disdain for them it should be terror

idk im really tired of 15-17 year olds who have never interacted with the gay community irl and spend too much time on tiktok trying to act like the authority on all that is lgbt+ 

ren 🤝 joel

let me get this b*tches pronouns before i murder them ruthlessly

she/he c!iskall can we get this to 10k

Please take care of yourselves tonight. Please take time for yourself. It's devastating, and it's beyond my scale to deal with, but if this blog can bring you comfort in any way I hope it does. My archive can serve as a fast way to find old posts if you need them.

I care for all of you in this community. I hope you all are safe. I hope you find comfort, and I hope Techno's friends and family find comfort too.

I have an extremely important question. When you think of our beloved Tango Tek, what of his builds do you think of? Is it Toon Town? Decked Out? The Ranch? Bonus points if you include a picture (or send me a picture).

Along those lines, what other things do you think of when you think of Tango? (Among Us hamburger, a particular pink fluffy hat, etc)

I am contemplating a Project, and have officially entered the research stage.