This sounds so nice arfff … I hope I get to be me, to be a puppy, and be loved for who I am and not who I was .
You get home and as soon as you open the door you hear your pup yipping and barking and running to meet you. As she runs up to you and starts giving you puppykissies and snuggles, you feel some of the stress of the day fall away.
What a great idea it was to adopt this poor pup. You had seen her sitting in a car barely holding back tears in the parking garage one day after work. Seeing how distressed she was, you walked over to make sure she was doing okay and ask if she needed help. She couldn't seem to string a sentence together so you asked if you could help her with anything. She finally managed to stammer out that she had been kicked out from her parents house and didn’t know what to do next. The first time you heard her bark was when you asked if she needed a place to stay. It took all you had to calm her down after that, to convince her that it was okay, that if a puppy barked that was fine, that you didn’t hate her, that you weren’t gonna leave, that you wouldn’t abandon her. Once she settled down, you gave her your address and told her to follow you there.
Getting her settled into your guestroom was a whole other process, mostly involving her constantly apologizing and saying she should probably just leave and you comforting her and providing reassurance that it was actually all fine, that it was okay for her to be here, and that you didn’t hate her. You eventually found the secret to stopping the apology spiral was telling her what a good puppy she was, such a good girl for letting herself be helped when she needed it.
The first few weeks were a blur of helping her switch to remote learning with her college courses, getting her a new wardrobe, helping her find a new doctor for her prescriptions, and getting her started on HRT. The hardest challenge was helping her be herself. The walls and facades, the personas and lies she had wrapped around who she was to protect herself were hard to peel back, but the results were so rewarding. Helping her choose a new name, something she hadn’t even let herself dream of was such a joy. Getting her used to using and hearing her name and pronouns and seeing the small smiles every time she heard her name made all of it worth it.
You were watching TV the first time she approached you. She asked if she could sit on the couch with you. You told her of course she could, and she didn’t need to ask permission. She nodded mutely and nestled herself into the far end of the couch, resolutely staring at the TV and aggressively squeezing the bear stuffy you had got her. Over the 20 minutes she slowly edged herself closer to you, you assume she’s trying to be casual about it but its very obvious what she’s trying to do.
When she is only a foot away, she mutters something into her plushy and tries to hide herself as much as possible, a rather adorable sight given shes half a foot taller than you. You ask if she could repeat herself, telling her she can take as much time as she wants. You eventually manage to make out something about snuggling and decide to take matters into your own hands. You pull her into you, resting her head on your lap, slowly stroking her hair and rubbing her tummy, feeling her melt into you, letting herself completely relax. As she relaxes into you, you finally whisper to her, “You don’t have to pretend anymore honey. I know it’s so hard to try and be a human but you don’t need to anymore. I can take care of you, lil pup.”
This was the second time she barked in front of you. And the second, and the third, and the fourth and on and on, all the while you continued to pet her and hold her. While this wasn’t the last time she pretended to be human or got too nervous to ask for attention or reassurance or apologized for being such a bother, it was the first time she felt loved.
reality sucks
Do you reject being “realistic”?
I don’t stutter, but I do have a speech impediment…
do you stutter?
All snuggly cuddly like? Me too ^w^
Ahh, it's been three years so fast >><<
we'll make it through forever together~
@the-adhd-sorcerer both… I feel both.
Meeee!!!
that feeling when you reblog a post 3 times... not once, not twice but THREE TIMES... that's when you can tell the tiredness is sinking in
no... and if you i suggest getting a medical professional's opinion
do you get pins and needles at least once a day?
DNI: minors, terfs and zionists.
hi, i'm Rosie, trans puppygirl from ontario canada but with hopes of moving to finland before the decade is over.
quirks: adhd, autism, ptsd, borderline personality disorder, separation & social anxiety, symptoms of bipolar 2 (namely hypomania and depressive episodes).
likes: collars, physical affection, cats, punk fashion, walks, crates (like the kind you'd put a 4 legged dog in) puppy treats (hrt related meds), cold days, thigh highs, fruit juice (apple, orange, etc), ice cappuccinos, metal music and the pop artist Mothica.
dislikes: storms, thinking, candy (of any kind), politics (keep it to yourself), religion (same as politics), classic rock (i find a lot of it creepy), sad media, not being able to talk to my gf for more than 12 hours, loud noises, bright/flashing lights, daylight, darkness and large groups of ppl.
special interests: cars, animals (dinosaurs included) and computer hardware.
gf/futurewife/owner: @the-adhd-sorcerer .
triggers: hospitals, fireworks, paying attention to my breathing and others yelling.
birth year: 2003.
birthday: sept 23rd.
hrt since: 9th of sept 2023
types of drugs i've tried: weed, alcohol.
drugs i want to try: mushrooms, peyote, ecstasy.
drugs i won't try: pretty much anything i haven't tried or want to try, especially opioids (including ones used in hospitals like morphine).
sexuality: abrosexual between t4t lesbian and grey asexual.
romantic attraction: trans women.
extras: furry, therian, twitch streamer (when obs wants to work), below average skill gamer, cat lover and makeup inept (mostly due to shaky af hands).
asks welcome.
Edit#2: dumb puppy edited this saying she won’t reply to dms from people she doesn’t follow before enabling the option to prevent people she doesn’t follow from dming her…
Edite#3: list of things i won't do here
https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vT11wfqrQ1C38Mj-5i6_pk5OSYmO3pHk6rbkAA8lh-LjeSiwkdcbyVkNr5CI8NyjvxReQmoIYfYTzvc/pub .
In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.
P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3
EDIT: Well this got a lot of attention! I got a few users asking to print or repost my art and I am unimaginably grateful to everyone's interest, especially since it's a really simple drawing I made on a whim haha! Anyone who is looking to print these out to hang or hand out or repost on another platform is free to do so, although I ask you to credit me and let people know it's from my Tumblr profile! If anyone wishes to do anything else with my art or post and wants to clarify what I consent to then they can message me privately and I'll explain! <333 all my love to my queer siblings
EDIT: I made an LGBTQIA+ version with a focus on trans and intersex folks, it's on my pinned if you prefer this version of the acronym.
so, now we have the internet, and we can see the shit that's happening no matter where we are, we know who's doing it, and we KNOW WHERE IT'S GOING, and yet all the people in power who COOOOUUUUUUULLLLLD STOP THIS...
not only that the people doing this
this has to be fake right? this is just a dream right?... oh... it's not...
I hate when anyone says me wanting to just be a housewife promotes gender roles and I should stop… I’m sorry I want to live my life the way I want to, and I’m sorry that it’s such a big deal to you, like yeah I’m following A gender role… doesn’t mean I’m intentionally doing it to spite you (although at this point I might as well). Also it’s not just an “I want this” anymore, when I was younger and more oblivious to my transness it was just a want, but now I’m a 20+ year old highschool dropout with no coping skills for my mental issues or any meaningful skills that would help me find a job, like yeah I could try, but it would cost more to work than I would earn, not just because of the therapy I would probably have to go to weekly just to be somewhat stable during the time I have a job, but also due to the mental health issues it would cause after I eventually have a breakdown and quit. And you could say “just get coping skills”, but for me it’s not that easy, I need to be in a good mental state to practice coping skills otherwise it’s just going to lead me into a breakdown… or if it’s breathing techniques a trauma induced panic attack, it’s never going to be worth it for me to work… especially if I can’t find a job that caters to my special interests, because if it doesn’t cater to them I will end up hating every moment of it and it will stress me out.
To those who have the privilege of not being a complete and utter failure mentally and in many cases physically, you can live your life however you want, but sadly even if this wasn’t something I wanted I couldn’t help it.
And remember live life for Yourself and Nobody else.