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Any pronouns. Here for the filth and the fandoms. Small time fic writer. Full time queerdo.
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Hello, my name is Left, and the first fanfic I published in this millennium features Nakajima Atsushi's severed leg. archiveofourown.org/works/56734777 #bsd #bungoustraydogs
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The youth may deride skinny jeans, but I just de-slushed my garage and the skinny little hems carried not a trace of dampness upon them.
February 5, 2026 at 11:32 PM
This goddamn menace of a muppet just figured out he can reach my pipboy. If y'all find him in a basket on the church steps, you'll know why.
#cat
February 5, 2026 at 3:03 AM
Not for the first time, 50 cent samosas have saved the day
February 5, 2026 at 1:42 AM
I normally structure my days around 3 things. Things of any size or complexity that I'd like to do today, or before lunch, or whatever. This week, one is about all I can handle. Anxiety can screw right off.
February 4, 2026 at 5:13 PM
Before sitting down, do just one thing. Putting even one dirty sock in a hamper, or scraping a plate is *so much more than nothing.* Maybe that thing provides the momentum to do more things. If not, at least there's something to be proud of: you Did A Thing.
If you’re over 30, quote this with some life advice 🤌🏼
January 29, 2026 at 4:48 AM
It was fun to shut off the brain and enjoy hooting. Until "embracing your queerness is a superpower" happened. Too disingenuous and heavy-handed to ignore, it slammed the brakes on the nostalgia train that had carried the whole series. At least to this queer from the 80s.
Other writing you shouldn't miss today: @emilyhughes.bsky.social begins what promises to be a bravura dissection of the unremarkable rise and creatively incoherent fall of STRANGER THINGS, a show which consists primarily of narratively pointing at things and hooting.

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Stranger Things Fall Apart | Read Jump Scares
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January 22, 2026 at 12:58 AM
What does it mean that in a room full of autistic folks I'm the one hanging out with the dog. Is that like double plus extra autism or
January 15, 2026 at 3:59 AM
He finally downed the yellow submarine last week. I had a migraine and was watching Singing in the Rain with earbuds so I didn't even know he was in the room until the crash. Luckily the kid with Lego autism was available to clean up & rebuild. Now I have an ugly, safe shelf.
New cat routine: mommy in bed but no bedtime churu yet? try push lego i can barely reach. mommy gets up, swears at me, i get churu!

He's gonna destroy Yellow Submarine & it's all Neil Gaiman's fault. I need an awesome series that's 3-5 inches of TPBs to protect my chonky plastic Beatles.
January 12, 2026 at 6:43 AM
My smarter cat ate something stupid and the emergency vet's advice was to pack her full of food. She's a dainty girl who often pukes up her dry food immediately after eating it. She's also a fussy lil grazer about her wet food. This evening was an epic battle of wits.
January 12, 2026 at 6:38 AM
I dreamt that I was Alucard, and later dreamt that I wanted to cosplay Alucard, and on awaking I scolded my dream self because he wears so damn many heavy clothes and has so much beautiful hair. I would die of heat exhaustion and not enjoy it at all.
January 11, 2026 at 2:29 AM
Welp, my subcutaneous tissues are all flush with drugs. So effing *healthy* istg
January 8, 2026 at 5:50 PM
For the first time ever, all my routine jabs and stabs are taking place during the same week. Grumble grumble meatsack grumble
January 8, 2026 at 2:57 AM
The ol meatsuit is really putting the "peri" in menopause today with thick brain fog and ovulation pain.
January 6, 2026 at 2:23 AM
Gnashing my teeth at a local fb group where someone asked how much t everyone injects and all the replies are in straight millilitres. Literally just how full the syringe is. No frequency, concentration or formulation. That website contains NOTHING of value.
January 5, 2026 at 7:22 AM
My mind and body have been sabotaging everything for a week. Today seemed to hold promise, but panic attack and gut pain have felled me.
January 2, 2026 at 11:55 PM
Introduce yourself as what almost killed you:

Hi there, my name is Sepsis. Have you met my friend Kidney Stone Harbouring Multi-Resistant E. Coli?
Introduce yourself as what almost killed you:

Hello, I am a brick fireplace.
Introduce yourself as what almost killed you:

Hello, I am the Indian Ocean 🌊
January 2, 2026 at 11:02 PM
No.
January 2, 2026 at 10:48 PM
Palm Springs, 1998: Traipsing around a celebrity golf tournament to get a pic & autograph with Alice Cooper.
Right folks. Feeling rather down at the moment so bringing back an oldie

Please Quote this with your most minor celebrity interaction
December 30, 2025 at 2:37 AM
I'm at that point, having explored all the fandom & writing communities I could yet coming up empty. A creative piece I was passionate about is mouldering away as a forever draft. Maybe a LLM could spur me on. But like hell I'm compromising my ethics. Not for accomplishment. Not even for loneliness.
The only way I could imagine turning to the plausible bullshit generator for ideas would be if every single one of my human relationships had atrophied to the point of them all loathing the idea of hearing from me
December 29, 2025 at 1:17 AM
New hormones! Danced! Installed a dishwasher! Got invited to parties! Casual sex! First Pride! New car! Cosplayed twice! Fixed a garage door! Enjoyed the beach! Finished a fanfic! Sewed ESSAs beautiful dresses!

That's one great thing/month, and it's not even everything.
Trans folks, I would be absolutely *thrilled* if you would tell me something great that happened to you this year.
December 28, 2025 at 11:24 PM
Devil Belly of clawing that will make the foolish timeline bleed
The Angel Belly of Cleansing is here to heal your timeline. Photo from my collection, ca. 1970s.
December 24, 2025 at 7:31 AM
I'm trying this "rest" thing even though I currently have more to do than hours in the day. Sitting on my phone for 22 minutes feels harder than going to Walmart and Costco and putting up a Christmas tree combined.
December 23, 2025 at 7:45 PM
This evening's nap was, as usual, interrupted by asshole cat noises. But they were surreptitious rather than the expected blatant. He discovered that the q tip stash had been left open. And so he *took.*
December 14, 2025 at 4:27 AM
Rocky Horror. Packed theatre. I'm still riding that high a bit; it's being refreshed by late night cosplay touch-ups before a morning viewing of FNAF2 with all my kids.
Raising the always fun question: What are your most memorable theater-going experiences?

Mine also include The Matrix, Blair Witch, and being way too stoned in Belgium when Fellowship of the Ring was sold out so we sat in the back row for Mulholland Drive instead.
It was hands-down one of the most memorable theater-going experiences I can remember, a collective 30-minute butt-clench/armrest-grab for the final climb. And we knew he lived! Wild.
December 13, 2025 at 5:45 AM
Me: the thing I love about winter is shoveling snow; forced cardio and better health ftw!
Me, dx'ed with shoveling-related rotator cuff injury: not like that
December 13, 2025 at 12:33 AM