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she/her, 1995, avatar is "Space" by KuldarLeement on Deviantart.

it is critical for a trans girl's development that she post some absolutely incomprehensible horseshit on occasion.

this is how i would rank kamen rider primaries if they were on twitter

special thank you to my friends and eunuchs for their input ^_^

(missing some showa guys because i havent seen any show seasons and i don't know many people who have seen shows from that era)

imo i get why its called boymoding but i legit think the fact that it's called that has like done worse for girls

"Oh ur BOYmoding, ur dressed as a BOY bc ur wearing BOY clothes"

like it creates a bad feel loop. a tgirl telling me to reframe it as dressing masc/butchy has done wonders for me itr

Most dog skeletons are mounted incorrectly with the shoulder and hip sockets at equal level. in reality, when living dogs are in motion the hip joint should be aligned near the centre-top of the scapula:

angulation of the scapula and radius+ulna should stay parallel with each other in motion, so does the femur and hocks.

(from Martin Fischer and Karin Lilje's research using XROMM rotoscoping from Dogs in Motion)

cant even hornypost about falin touden bc im just gonna get dozens of people responding with marcille speech bubble image edits

honestly being around people who are not uncomfortable with you having feelings and desires makes the people who were uncomfortable so much worse in retrospect

like. oh! you were just evil

ogregirl princess glides across the battlefield like a bad trip. her tusks rend steel and the flesh beneath, her blows shatter knightgirl shields and lances. she shakes herself vigorously, garnet beads of blood flying from her shaggy coat. her pawngirls rally to her banner, nightmare and rotten moonlight woven like spidersilk across a vast antler ripped from some monstrously prodigious elk. horses rear and flee at the scent of her.

Ogregirl Princess rides west, out of the Dawn Gate beyond which lies her Far and Nowhere Land, proud and beautiful atop her rotting elk-steed and accompanied by a train of eldritch soldiers and courtiers: ensorcelled milkmaid ladies-in-waiting to comb her mane and bind her into her fever-colored armor, clean her tusks and fangs and weave ribbons and jewelled ornaments into her pelt; flautists piping lays through bloody thighbones, drummers beating a madman's march on manskin drums, and heralds sounding the World-Defying Blast through chimera-horns; cohorts of trudging corpses and skeletal arbalists, columns of conscripts from the Checquered Countries yoked together with shackles of russet steel, spore-shrouded Grey Knights and stag-headed bannermen; doom-weavers and astrologers and haruspices and osteomancers.

dragongirl has declared herself Supreme Princess, her principality consisting chiefly of the three catgirl tank crews and associated pawngirl regiments that she managed to cow into submission by catching their shells and their rockets in midair and then eating them

She transitioned!!!

Look at that smile! She's so happy now! 😊She got big naturals too! 😍👌

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