Not At All! We Get To Know The Pan First, Maybe Take It Out To Lunch/dinner A Few Times

Am I the only one who always says what’d I miss whenever I come back into a room specifically because Hamilton

Card House - Chapter 1 pt. 4

Jay and Tally were alone now. “What is it?” Tally said, confused. “Follow me.” Jay simply took her into one of the rooms off the hallway, sat down, and said “Please don’t check the attic.” Tally was about to say something, when Jay said “You still owe me from the incident with Alex.” Tally closed her mouth, and asked quietly “Can I at least know why?” Jay leaned their head back and stared at the ceiling for a moment, before slowly saying “Someone loved someone else. That’s all I’ll say.” Tally almost asked who, but then realized who it was. Her eyes widened, then nodded. “I see.” Jay sighed. “Don’t let anyone know I told you.” They looked at her. “Especially not Alex.” Tally nodded again, and made her way down the stairs. “It’s clear. Anyone else find anything?” The other guards gave a ‘no ma’am.’ The three walked outside and waited. Tally turned to look Jay walking back behind the bar, winked out of sight from Alex, and walked out. Jay blinked in surprise, then smiled slightly. A voice came from the attic. “Are they gone yet?” Jay responded “They’re gone, James.” Another voice muttered something about staying up there and not putting a shirt back on, making James laugh. Alex smiled, and asked “Who e-exactly didn’t have their shirt on, Ace?” Another laugh came from the attic. “Why? Trying hook up with James?” Alex blushed and started stuttering. Jay laughed and went to open the hatch.

mysterio is the best marvel villain fight me

Please help me spread this

I’ve created a website with a collection of stories, art, etc from trans people and im trying to get the word out. When you google anything about trans, mostly all you get it terrible websites about psychologists saying there’s something wrong in our brains, parents hating their kids, parents being scared for their kids, or just plain misinformation. You may find a few good ones, but the sludge you have to go through is too much. My goal is to create a place for trans people to share their experiences with the world, and give hope to each other. The website is also to teach cis people, because education is the first step to understanding and accepting us, and here they can learn from the best source, the trans people themselves. The url is https://greysonthagard.wixsite.com/transkidstruggles , and the website is always open for submissions of stories, art, poems, memes, or anything else you’re willing to share about your story. i want to give us a real voice, please help me make a place for that. Thank you

cloak girl, aka drum major in A Light in Darkness, if you see this, you’re cool and i was too fucking socially awkward to say anything to you at the bake sale so i just sat on my phone

A dysphoria venting poem

Again, and again / I find myself in / these places / and spaces / where I can’t help but almost stare / and compare / and silently cry in despair / because all the girls around me / are so pretty / and then you’ve got me / in my hoodie / who just got a haircut / which is ok but / i feel like there’s no way / anyone would ever say / that i look as good as they / do. Inside my little closet / my prison / that traps me inside it / and I have to hide / and lie / and say that I / am completely fine / but inside / I’m dying / and I want to start crying. / It’s awful. / And it’s all / around. The way / that they / just talk / and walk / and do anything / just makes me want to say something / but would they think / I was worth their time? / Would I even be worth a dime? / I cry inside my closet of pain.

Fun fact: ‘forgive me father’ and ‘forgive me daddy’ mean the exact same thing? but sounds like a prayer and the other sounds weird. This post was inspired by my old Discord friends

I’M NOT ALONE

Question.

Is it just me or does every lgbt+ person do that eye contact thing?

Ya know

You catch their eye and the whole time your brain is thinking

“Shes defiently a lesbian. Is she? Maybe. I should just make eye- oh shes looking at me. Just nod and smile. Maybe she’ll know I’m also lesbian”

That eye contact thing

Because I do it alot

I decided to post the prologue and a bit of chapter 1 for a story I’m working on to get it out there

: : : : Prologue - 19 years ago : : : : “The Ace has been born!” The first male Ace of Spades in 100 years. He doesn’t know it yet, but he is effectively a prince. He is one of the four Aces, each one assigned a Jack. When each King and Queen pair dies, the Ace will marry the Jack and replace them. : : : : 11 years ago : : : : However, the Ace of Spades was different from the others. Ace talked to a boy named James a lot. Ace really liked him, and his parents said that the two were almost never apart. What they didn’t know was that the two were in love. : : : : 3 years ago : : : : Ace had tried so many times to talk his parents, the King and Queen, into changing his who Jack was. But they were adamant that they chose correctly. They told him he would have to do something drastic to even get them to start considering it. Ace ran from home in a spectacular fashion. He always hated that stained glass window. Ace and James never looked back as they ran from the castle. The two are rarely seen, except by those they know they can trust. Like Jay, the Jack of Clubs. ~~~~Chapter 1~~~~ Jay stretched, got out of bed, and started looking through their closet for something to wear. They debated between the gangster-movie suit and the murder-mystery dress for a moment, and went with the dress. They made sure it was one they could change out of quickly, though. Jay still remembered the time a guard threw up on them. The Hearts overindulge way too easy. At least he tipped them before ordering another drink. Jay looked back at the bed, smiling at the way Alex’s hair formed a sort of abstract flower. Jay kissed her, and went to turn on the ‘Open’ sign in the window.

imma keep reblogging the rough draft story thing and adding more

don’t mind me just experimenting with my pronouns