ethel cainhurst †

knight in our service that uses a steady hand, a sharp blade and loving reassurances to mirror on our body all the scars they've earned in our service

houndwoman with an elegant business muzzle

the first person to whip this technique out at a tournament must have been the Amuro Ray of Armored Core

it often felt like it

important caveat that it was fundamentally evil work in service to a rotted out corpse-empire that was until recently merely clinging to the illusion of multipolar neoliberal democratic consensus and has now just dropped the pretense in favor of a more naked villainy

'the world you were raised in no longer exists'

the funniest and most heart-warming moments of the end of empire for us will always be the times we were in a local trans vet/active-duty support group and 9/10 of the women were NSA affiliates in various stages of being politically purged from the ranks

dayeater

deerspine

deerspine

@ spit fest last night, honey bunny

we're fucking so many girlfriends it isn't even netorare anymore, its netomythic

our 9/11 was finding out that our ssris stop us from using mdma

we said this out loud to Willow and she said 'god you really are fucking Catholic'

at the botanical gardens

new season unlocked

she got us an african wild dog pup plushie so we named it after her

*untucking our shirt from our skirt* going dirtbag mode today.

but the important thing is that despite it all, while the general cold and fever symptoms were very bad, the vertigo was bad in an intensely interest and novel way. like it definitely gave us a thing for being totally confused and unable to control our limbs that we have been chasing ever since.

and we woke up at like 3am, severely jet lagged, with vertigo that made it feel like we were spinning around in circle despite laying still in a bunk, so we got up and stumbled and crawled our way through the by then very cold sand and darkness towards the medical tent where they gave us a flupack

one time we got +so+ sick during a multi-day layover in qatar that when we got off the c-17 we caught into saudi we were feverish, coughing and mucus-leaking enough that instead of indoc'ing us they made us go lay down in our tent

😇

looking forward to our future where we will be the fourth or fifth most visibly transsexual woman at a brooklyn vfw post bar

And here's my Jam story: Intraspecific Competition

A bleak, nauseatingly hot NTR downer about post-war bitterness, jealousy, and relapse - featuring some characters that you Bluesky followers in particular may find familiar :)

archiveofourown.org/works/70886636

What a happy family <3

she's so well trained she won't

more length to tie around the post