I've Seen Alot Of Opinions On This Matter But I Wanna Share My Own And My Reasoning.

Asks and reblogs help a lot, imo. We share questions, information and experiences in a very different way since tiktok is a video based app while tumblr is more versatile.. and I guess it is more accepting? Or rather, it's common for a community here to receive less hate than it would on tiktok, where people can't resist the urge to hate on a video instead of scrolling. Not only is it more difficult to control the content that appears on your fyp, but tiktok users are also incapable of blocking a hashtag or ignoring the content they dislike so they won't see it anymore.

Generally speaking, alterhuman tiktok videos won't be taken seriously by anyone outside the alterhuman community. And when a non-human makes a video about the topic, 80% of the comments will be from people who think horribly of us. I guess that tumblr is full of scary people whereas tiktok is full of immature idiots. Everything has its flaws, lol

Not going to lie, I feel like the alterhuman/therian community on here is a lot more community based than it is on TikTok. I feel like TikTok, it's a lot more individualistic and individual based, which is fine and dandy but in here, I feel like we are more community based.

I honestly prefer the community centered vibes that Tumblr has over the individualistic vibes that TikTok gives. It makes me feel less alone and it also makes me feel like I don't have to perform my alterhumanity to people to prove myself.

Sometimes I really want to just like...help other nonhumans live their euphoria ya know? I'm an android, I like making others happy, fulfilling a purpose...

Like yes, I will walk you, good dog!!! Let's play catch and fetch and you can splash in streams and shake off on me and bark and howl and I won't refer to you as if you were human even once until you said a codeword indicating you're ok acting human again now.

Let me stroke you like a good kitty, I have a large pen I can pad like a pet bed and I'll give you toys to play with and a post to scratch!

Oooh You're such a terrifying creature, go ahead and chase me through the forest and I'll cry out and beg for my life as you tackle me (might even let you bite me, who knows) until I say the safeword.

Oh mighty angel let me cast my gaze unworthily to the floor and treat you with holiness and reverence for a day.

Greetings my dear elf, let us explore the woods together, please impart your knowledge on me and show me your ways!

I just want to help, ya know?

I had a dream about someone saying "hey your wings need preening" and it was so random, the wings I had weren't even accurate to my real ones. But yes. Yes my wings need preening

Opening and closing alterhuman tumblr like a fridge at 3am.

"Odd" things I get species dysphoria from (that you truly could never judge unless you're experiencing them) as an angelkin

- Hunger. It's one of those feelings that simply aren't supposed to belong to me, because I know for sure that back home, we just... didn't eat, you know?? I do not try to suppress it, & it doesn't give me a bad relationship with food; I love food, actually. But sometimes it feels a bit demoralizing.

- Sunburns - even the slightest, least noticeable ones. I'm a radiant being who embodies light.. yet the sunlight is burning me? Hello??

- Having to Google things or learn about them at school. It's not about learning how to cook, how to bake or tie my shoes, because those are human things; but not knowing everything about the stars, the universe and its past and future? It feels so wrong, because my gods have worked really hard to create me and teach me things. I like to imagine that all I learn about science or history or philosophy is just a memory being "brought back" to me.

- Tight clothing. I don't wear most tight things because of their textures which give me BAD sensory issues (I'm autistic), but I also avoid them because they take away the sense of freedom which was already taken away from me.

- Not being able to soothe people when they're upset when I'm the definition of love and harmony. It's technically the reason why I was sent to earth; so that makes me feel useless, like I'm betraying myself.

- The sound of my voice. It used to be much more beautiful, and the fact that I'm bad at singing doesn't help. It's only a reminder of the fact that this body simply isn't mine.

𖦹ׂ ₊ 🪽 and that's all! I just wanted to share these to show that species dyslhoria isn't always dramatically tragic - sometimes it's a bunch of mundane, unexpected, subtle things that add up to the feeling of discomfort and sadness. What can feel irrational and "exaggerated" is actually very valid and deserves to be taken seriously when it's really upsetting you.

Okay I'm definitely saddened by the fact that my soul is in a human body, that I can't be with my people, yadda yadda.

but if I hadn't ended up in here, I wouldn't have found out about my favorite songs and cartoons and Disney movies and videogames..

a fellow chronically ill angel… i hope you have had a lovely day

Sending u warmth and love <33 we've got to have each other's backs !!

thank you youtube home page for this affirmation

I am a whisper on the edge of a breath.

I move through silence, unseen,

a presence that alters reality,

but I do not touch it.

I am an echo of something forgotten,

a shape that does not belong,

but is felt in the space between moments.

No name holds me, not even my own,

And no body can claim the weight of my existence.

I am here in a home that's not mine,

the thread that never unravels,

the vision that never becomes clear.

I was once all that is pure,

just a presence that swam through the gaps in silence.

I existed before time,

before earth learned to breathe.

I was everywhere and nowhere

a pulse that only the stars knew,

a flicker in the vast, untouched void.

But now, I walk the ground.

I have feet, and they stir dust,

I feel the thrum of the world in my bones.

It is foreign, this heaviness.

I was light once;

before I learned to bend to the rules of flesh.

Now, I carry this body with all its quiet burdens.

I remember the skies,

the endless stretch of air where I was not bound.

I remember the stillness,

the peace that hummed through me like a song without words.

I was a soft, radiant being

but now,

I am here,

trapped in this skin,

trying to find my way back.

There is no longer a place for wings,

and no song to sing

But Its voice still guides me wordlessly.

The memory lingers

faint, but constant;

heavy, but ephimeral.

I remember what it felt like to be untethered,

to hover just above,

to see through time and thought,

to know without knowing.

Now, I walk among the living,

a shadow among shadows,

only sometimes - when the world holds its breath, when the light bends just so,

I feel the weightlessness again,

a brief, fragile return to what was.

This vessel of mine - it is merely there

To remember

And to reminisce.

But I wonder

how many of us are here,

hidden in bodies,

walking the earth,

searching for the skies.

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