Latest Posts by eye-am-gender - Page 3

oh yes it's that time of year again

Holy shit

New death myth: the bus that carries you to the great beyond

Suns out. flowers are blooming. birds are chirping. yaoi shit is happening to me. maybe it'll all be ok

it doesn’t matter. you will still have fun baking a distastrous looking bread loaf. you will still have fun painting a technically bad painting. you will get happy brain chemicals dancing like a weirdo. be bad on purpose.

give an audience a canon gay ship and they will be entertained for one season. queerbait them and you entertain them for a lifetime.

Every spring I am reminded that my seasonal depression really does become a lot milder as soon as the weather gets a bit warmer and I start to see the sun on my commute to school

Borrowing more and more books I want to read from the library like it’ll fix all my problems

In Norwegian the word "fag" means subject. This lead to an interesting situation a few years ago where, English not being my first language, I was trying to name a game I had made for a school project. I tried calling it "realfags spill", directly translated meaning "science subject game" or "science game", and did not understanding why the platform didn’t let me name it that…

If I was a mage in the dungeon meshi universe, I'd figure out how to enchant living paintings and then commission some artists to paint me a bunch of pictures of magnificent feasts. Then I'd rent out a gallery space and charge entry to my Magical Food Hall, where you can eat as much of anything you want and not experience any of the consequences. Think of the possibilities. I'm not just talking about calories and weight loss here. I'd have a painting of a bakery where gluten-free people can gorge themselves on bread and cakes and then leap out of the painting before the vomiting sets in. I'd have an ice cream parlor for the lactose intolerant. One painting is just called "The Allergen Feast" and is a table laden with things like nuts, soy products, shellfish, etc. I'd have a painting of a county fair with the most insane types of fried food imaginable. I'm planning an expansion, but first I gotta consult some religious experts to see if eating imaginary painted food that isn't kosher/halal is technically against the rules or not.

Ok, forget all that fandom nonsense, I was sent the most ridiculous image I've seen in m entire life to the point I couldn't even breathe from how hard I was laughing and my brain has been reset.

using the bus tracker app is like. oh it's going to be here in three minutes. now it's five minutes. oh the bus has killed itself

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Happy Valentine's Day 💕

I hate how certain acts of affection are seen as inherently romantic, when it’d be lovely to do these things just for a friend. Why can’t I give my friends flowers platonically? Maybe I walked past a flower that I know they love the smell of and picked it off the bush so they could have it. Forcing these acts into being strictly romantic severely limits them, does it not?

I'm just down to start fights at this point.

I have fallen into a fandom/fanboy phase more extreme than I’ve experienced in years. I finally got around to watching Arcane, and now I can’t stop thinking about Viktor and Jayvik. Looking at Arcane and Jayvik fanart and memes, I feel like I’m 13 and discovering fandom and shipping for the first time again!

people will say "why cant the eldritch gods just be nice to humans :((" and then kill a bug for existing near them

I made an art blog!

I made a little drawing of Astarion after not having drawn for ages, and remembered i wanted to make an art blog. So here is my blog debut!

There are few things that gives me more gender envy than watching theatre. Theatrical men in stage makeup, confident and secure in their masculinity, are everything I aspire to be!

Be not afraid!

So a week ago, I sprained my ankle and couldn't walk for 3 days. I'm used to hiking at least an hour a day with my huskies so not being able to walk at all was driving me crazy. And in my jittery sedimentary state, I kept getting visions of this blursed being: a biblically accurate axolotl. There was nothing I could do but draw it. I'm all better now and able to walk again, now back to making less cursed art (maybe)

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

my truest and most honest goal in life is to become that guy with all the inventory slots. im talking 6 pockets on my pants 10 on my jacket and a backpack big enough to hold a small human child. im talkin all the essentials on my personage at all times. you want first aid? i got you. you want a snack? say no more. want me to hold that for you? heh.... well they dont call me the inventory guy for nothing.

i’m a bit high

i’ve always felt like being born on the first of the month was a lil fun and fancy but then i began to wonder if that’s just how everyone feels about their birthday. so i made a poll about it.

Hate how lighting a candle does wonders to my mood. Like wowwww. Grug like fire? Grug not sad anymore because Fire in Cave? Wow. Real predictable of Grug.

Calling my mom drunk at 2am on new years eve, handing the phone to my friend, and getting her to explain to my mom that I’m trans might not have been the best decision i have ever made…

start testosterone now. the world needs more hot tboys more than ever before now

New year new me I guess