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bisexualbaker: bisexualbaker: thwippersnapple: Tingle just cranked out 50k words for a spite story for JKR and I am LIVING for it! [Image one: Tweet from Chuck Tingle ( @ChuckTingle ): please enjoy new full length adult romance novel (52000 words) in paperback or ebook about the best wizard: TRANS WIZARD HARRIET PORBER AND THE BAD BOY PARASAUROLOPHUS available now also trans rights amazon.com/dp/B08B386R6J ] [Image two: Cover of the aforementioned Harriet Porber novel; Harriet is front and center, a young trans woman with light skin, long dark hair, and glasses; she has a wand raised in her right hand. Behind her are a mammoth in a wizard’s hat, an anthropomorphic duck-billed dinosaur, and a motorcycle with the head of a woman.] Chuck Tingle is a gift. OMG the summary: Trans wizard Harriet Porber is a master spellsmith who’s found herself in a bit of a pickle. After finishing wizard college, Harriet made a name for herself by creating a hit viral spell, but has since failed to craft a follow up. Now Harriet’s agent, Minerma, is breathing down her neck, suggesting that Harriet take a trip to an island off the coast of England for inspiration.Hoping for some peace and quiet to clear her head, Harriet Porber arrives to find that her new neighbor, an angsty bard named Snabe from the band Seven Inch Nails, is already there making a racket. This parasaurolophus spellcaster is a bad boy through and through, and with his incredible powers of metamagic, Snabe reveals that this layer of reality is much more than it seems. Could Harriet and Snabe really be characters in a parody romance novel?Soon enough, these two are discovering they have more similarities than differences: both trans, both strong, and both hoping to create a new spell that will change the world. But with the addition of two devious sentient motorcycles to the mix, Dellatrix and Braco, things start to get complicated.Now trans wizard Harriet Porber is caught up in a tale of magic and mystery where nothing is as it seems, except for one universal truth: love is real.This is a 52,000 word bad boy romance novel for adults. It contains some explicit scenes. : bisexualbaker: bisexualbaker: thwippersnapple: Tingle just cranked out 50k words for a spite story for JKR and I am LIVING for it! [Image one: Tweet from Chuck Tingle ( @ChuckTingle ): please enjoy new full length adult romance novel (52000 words) in paperback or ebook about the best wizard: TRANS WIZARD HARRIET PORBER AND THE BAD BOY PARASAUROLOPHUS available now also trans rights amazon.com/dp/B08B386R6J ] [Image two: Cover of the aforementioned Harriet Porber novel; Harriet is front and center, a young trans woman with light skin, long dark hair, and glasses; she has a wand raised in her right hand. Behind her are a mammoth in a wizard’s hat, an anthropomorphic duck-billed dinosaur, and a motorcycle with the head of a woman.] Chuck Tingle is a gift. OMG the summary: Trans wizard Harriet Porber is a master spellsmith who’s found herself in a bit of a pickle. After finishing wizard college, Harriet made a name for herself by creating a hit viral spell, but has since failed to craft a follow up. Now Harriet’s agent, Minerma, is breathing down her neck, suggesting that Harriet take a trip to an island off the coast of England for inspiration.Hoping for some peace and quiet to clear her head, Harriet Porber arrives to find that her new neighbor, an angsty bard named Snabe from the band Seven Inch Nails, is already there making a racket. This parasaurolophus spellcaster is a bad boy through and through, and with his incredible powers of metamagic, Snabe reveals that this layer of reality is much more than it seems. Could Harriet and Snabe really be characters in a parody romance novel?Soon enough, these two are discovering they have more similarities than differences: both trans, both strong, and both hoping to create a new spell that will change the world. But with the addition of two devious sentient motorcycles to the mix, Dellatrix and Braco, things start to get complicated.Now trans wizard Harriet Porber is caught up in a tale of magic and mystery where nothing is as it seems, except for one universal truth: love is real.This is a 52,000 word bad boy romance novel for adults. It contains some explicit scenes.

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what-even-is-thiss: bobcatdump: jaskiegg: mellomaia: aphony-cree: beyoncescock: gahdamnpunk: Honestly!!! This is just psychological trauma in the making THANK YOU I’ve asked parents about this and they always say they are teaching the child responsibility and “respect for other people’s things.” If I point out that the child accidentally broke their own toy they always say “I bought them that toy” or “my sister gave that to them.” The problem is that parents view all possessions as not really belonging to the child. A part of them always seems to think that the adult who provided the money is the real owner If a parent breaks a dish they see it as breaking something that already belonged to them, but if a child breaks it they see it as the child breaking something that belonged to the parents People raising children need to realize that household possessions belong to the entire household. If everyone has to use that plate then it belongs to everyone and anyone can have a forgivable accident with it. It’s okay to deem certain possessions as just yours and ask everyone in the house to respect that, but extend the same respect to your child’s belongings Big mood. I know most of these are talking about little little kids, but here’s a tale from middle school. I had forgotten to charge my phone one night, and this was back when cell phones used to beep loudly when they were low on battery. I kept hearing the noise throughout the afternoon and not recognizing what it was because I’d never heard it before. When I finally did realize what it was, I was in science class and my fellow classmates were making presentations. I reached into my bag to try to turn off the phone, and then the low-battery sound went off, loud enough for the teacher to hear it. She confiscated my phone in front of everyone, and I didn’t get it back until after the weekend because it was a Friday. I was really embarrassed, especially to tell my parents. When I got my phone back that Monday, my teacher said it was important for me to learn this lesson now since in college they wouldn’t tolerate phones going off. Fast forward to when I was in college, any time someone’s phone went off, either the professor would tell them to turn it off, or they would say, “Oh, my bad,” and turn it off themselves, and everyone would move on. I even had a professor who danced around while someone’s phone went off, and it was a welcome moment of levity during the lecture. I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious. God I’ve been reading these posts for a while and each time I am struck with the realization that certainly not all parents were supposed to be a parent “I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.”YES this The problem is, even if families are forgiving the culture around children still effects the child. I use myself as proof of that. A few times between the ages of 4 and 18 I broke things. I broke my grandma’s favorite Christmas ornament. Her first question was: “Are you hurt?” and when I apologized profusely she said “I’m just glad you weren’t hurt.” I broke a few plates. I broke a couple glasses. Every time my dad’s first response was “Did you get cut?” the second step was cleaning up the broken bits, and the third was a discussion of what led to me breaking it and how I could avoid doing that in the future. Same with spills. Same with stains. My biggest “punishment” from my immediate family was being taught how to clean up the mess I made and being shown in detail how to avoid the same mistake in the future if it was avoidable. There were consequences for my actions, but they were the direct result of those actions and nothing much beyond that. My family tried so hard to teach me how to deal with accidents in a healthy way. They were patient. They treated every slip-up as a learning opportunity. They showed me a lot of love. The other adults still got to me. Teachers still punished and publicly shamed me and other students for our mess-ups. Extended family members outside of my small supportive circle still yelled at me. My friends’ parents still got mad. To the point where whenever I messed up my first instinct was that my dad or grandparents were going to punish me, or yell at me, or hit me, even though they never did. They just didn’t. They always responded with patience and an attitude of “I’m glad you’re safe and I want to help you learn from this.” And I was still afraid of messing up. Mortified. Expecting the worst every time. It’s like… we need to change the culture around this, man. Completely. : what-even-is-thiss: bobcatdump: jaskiegg: mellomaia: aphony-cree: beyoncescock: gahdamnpunk: Honestly!!! This is just psychological trauma in the making THANK YOU I’ve asked parents about this and they always say they are teaching the child responsibility and “respect for other people’s things.” If I point out that the child accidentally broke their own toy they always say “I bought them that toy” or “my sister gave that to them.” The problem is that parents view all possessions as not really belonging to the child. A part of them always seems to think that the adult who provided the money is the real owner If a parent breaks a dish they see it as breaking something that already belonged to them, but if a child breaks it they see it as the child breaking something that belonged to the parents People raising children need to realize that household possessions belong to the entire household. If everyone has to use that plate then it belongs to everyone and anyone can have a forgivable accident with it. It’s okay to deem certain possessions as just yours and ask everyone in the house to respect that, but extend the same respect to your child’s belongings Big mood. I know most of these are talking about little little kids, but here’s a tale from middle school. I had forgotten to charge my phone one night, and this was back when cell phones used to beep loudly when they were low on battery. I kept hearing the noise throughout the afternoon and not recognizing what it was because I’d never heard it before. When I finally did realize what it was, I was in science class and my fellow classmates were making presentations. I reached into my bag to try to turn off the phone, and then the low-battery sound went off, loud enough for the teacher to hear it. She confiscated my phone in front of everyone, and I didn’t get it back until after the weekend because it was a Friday. I was really embarrassed, especially to tell my parents. When I got my phone back that Monday, my teacher said it was important for me to learn this lesson now since in college they wouldn’t tolerate phones going off. Fast forward to when I was in college, any time someone’s phone went off, either the professor would tell them to turn it off, or they would say, “Oh, my bad,” and turn it off themselves, and everyone would move on. I even had a professor who danced around while someone’s phone went off, and it was a welcome moment of levity during the lecture. I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious. God I’ve been reading these posts for a while and each time I am struck with the realization that certainly not all parents were supposed to be a parent “I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.”YES this The problem is, even if families are forgiving the culture around children still effects the child. I use myself as proof of that. A few times between the ages of 4 and 18 I broke things. I broke my grandma’s favorite Christmas ornament. Her first question was: “Are you hurt?” and when I apologized profusely she said “I’m just glad you weren’t hurt.” I broke a few plates. I broke a couple glasses. Every time my dad’s first response was “Did you get cut?” the second step was cleaning up the broken bits, and the third was a discussion of what led to me breaking it and how I could avoid doing that in the future. Same with spills. Same with stains. My biggest “punishment” from my immediate family was being taught how to clean up the mess I made and being shown in detail how to avoid the same mistake in the future if it was avoidable. There were consequences for my actions, but they were the direct result of those actions and nothing much beyond that. My family tried so hard to teach me how to deal with accidents in a healthy way. They were patient. They treated every slip-up as a learning opportunity. They showed me a lot of love. The other adults still got to me. Teachers still punished and publicly shamed me and other students for our mess-ups. Extended family members outside of my small supportive circle still yelled at me. My friends’ parents still got mad. To the point where whenever I messed up my first instinct was that my dad or grandparents were going to punish me, or yell at me, or hit me, even though they never did. They just didn’t. They always responded with patience and an attitude of “I’m glad you’re safe and I want to help you learn from this.” And I was still afraid of messing up. Mortified. Expecting the worst every time. It’s like… we need to change the culture around this, man. Completely.

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what-even-is-thiss: bobcatdump: jaskiegg: mellomaia: aphony-cree: beyoncescock: gahdamnpunk: Honestly!!! This is just psychological trauma in the making THANK YOU I’ve asked parents about this and they always say they are teaching the child responsibility and “respect for other people’s things.” If I point out that the child accidentally broke their own toy they always say “I bought them that toy” or “my sister gave that to them.” The problem is that parents view all possessions as not really belonging to the child. A part of them always seems to think that the adult who provided the money is the real owner If a parent breaks a dish they see it as breaking something that already belonged to them, but if a child breaks it they see it as the child breaking something that belonged to the parents People raising children need to realize that household possessions belong to the entire household. If everyone has to use that plate then it belongs to everyone and anyone can have a forgivable accident with it. It’s okay to deem certain possessions as just yours and ask everyone in the house to respect that, but extend the same respect to your child’s belongings Big mood. I know most of these are talking about little little kids, but here’s a tale from middle school. I had forgotten to charge my phone one night, and this was back when cell phones used to beep loudly when they were low on battery. I kept hearing the noise throughout the afternoon and not recognizing what it was because I’d never heard it before. When I finally did realize what it was, I was in science class and my fellow classmates were making presentations. I reached into my bag to try to turn off the phone, and then the low-battery sound went off, loud enough for the teacher to hear it. She confiscated my phone in front of everyone, and I didn’t get it back until after the weekend because it was a Friday. I was really embarrassed, especially to tell my parents. When I got my phone back that Monday, my teacher said it was important for me to learn this lesson now since in college they wouldn’t tolerate phones going off. Fast forward to when I was in college, any time someone’s phone went off, either the professor would tell them to turn it off, or they would say, “Oh, my bad,” and turn it off themselves, and everyone would move on. I even had a professor who danced around while someone’s phone went off, and it was a welcome moment of levity during the lecture. I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious. God I’ve been reading these posts for a while and each time I am struck with the realization that certainly not all parents were supposed to be a parent “I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.”YES this The problem is, even if families are forgiving the culture around children still effects the child. I use myself as proof of that. A few times between the ages of 4 and 18 I broke things. I broke my grandma’s favorite Christmas ornament. Her first question was: “Are you hurt?” and when I apologized profusely she said “I’m just glad you weren’t hurt.” I broke a few plates. I broke a couple glasses. Every time my dad’s first response was “Did you get cut?” the second step was cleaning up the broken bits, and the third was a discussion of what led to me breaking it and how I could avoid doing that in the future. Same with spills. Same with stains. My biggest “punishment” from my immediate family was being taught how to clean up the mess I made and being shown in detail how to avoid the same mistake in the future if it was avoidable. There were consequences for my actions, but they were the direct result of those actions and nothing much beyond that. My family tried so hard to teach me how to deal with accidents in a healthy way. They were patient. They treated every slip-up as a learning opportunity. They showed me a lot of love. The other adults still got to me. Teachers still punished and publicly shamed me and other students for our mess-ups. Extended family members outside of my small supportive circle still yelled at me. My friends’ parents still got mad. To the point where whenever I messed up my first instinct was that my dad or grandparents were going to punish me, or yell at me, or hit me, even though they never did. They just didn’t. They always responded with patience and an attitude of “I’m glad you’re safe and I want to help you learn from this.” And I was still afraid of messing up. Mortified. Expecting the worst every time. It’s like… we need to change the culture around this, man. Completely. : what-even-is-thiss: bobcatdump: jaskiegg: mellomaia: aphony-cree: beyoncescock: gahdamnpunk: Honestly!!! This is just psychological trauma in the making THANK YOU I’ve asked parents about this and they always say they are teaching the child responsibility and “respect for other people’s things.” If I point out that the child accidentally broke their own toy they always say “I bought them that toy” or “my sister gave that to them.” The problem is that parents view all possessions as not really belonging to the child. A part of them always seems to think that the adult who provided the money is the real owner If a parent breaks a dish they see it as breaking something that already belonged to them, but if a child breaks it they see it as the child breaking something that belonged to the parents People raising children need to realize that household possessions belong to the entire household. If everyone has to use that plate then it belongs to everyone and anyone can have a forgivable accident with it. It’s okay to deem certain possessions as just yours and ask everyone in the house to respect that, but extend the same respect to your child’s belongings Big mood. I know most of these are talking about little little kids, but here’s a tale from middle school. I had forgotten to charge my phone one night, and this was back when cell phones used to beep loudly when they were low on battery. I kept hearing the noise throughout the afternoon and not recognizing what it was because I’d never heard it before. When I finally did realize what it was, I was in science class and my fellow classmates were making presentations. I reached into my bag to try to turn off the phone, and then the low-battery sound went off, loud enough for the teacher to hear it. She confiscated my phone in front of everyone, and I didn’t get it back until after the weekend because it was a Friday. I was really embarrassed, especially to tell my parents. When I got my phone back that Monday, my teacher said it was important for me to learn this lesson now since in college they wouldn’t tolerate phones going off. Fast forward to when I was in college, any time someone’s phone went off, either the professor would tell them to turn it off, or they would say, “Oh, my bad,” and turn it off themselves, and everyone would move on. I even had a professor who danced around while someone’s phone went off, and it was a welcome moment of levity during the lecture. I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious. God I’ve been reading these posts for a while and each time I am struck with the realization that certainly not all parents were supposed to be a parent “I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.”YES this The problem is, even if families are forgiving the culture around children still effects the child. I use myself as proof of that. A few times between the ages of 4 and 18 I broke things. I broke my grandma’s favorite Christmas ornament. Her first question was: “Are you hurt?” and when I apologized profusely she said “I’m just glad you weren’t hurt.” I broke a few plates. I broke a couple glasses. Every time my dad’s first response was “Did you get cut?” the second step was cleaning up the broken bits, and the third was a discussion of what led to me breaking it and how I could avoid doing that in the future. Same with spills. Same with stains. My biggest “punishment” from my immediate family was being taught how to clean up the mess I made and being shown in detail how to avoid the same mistake in the future if it was avoidable. There were consequences for my actions, but they were the direct result of those actions and nothing much beyond that. My family tried so hard to teach me how to deal with accidents in a healthy way. They were patient. They treated every slip-up as a learning opportunity. They showed me a lot of love. The other adults still got to me. Teachers still punished and publicly shamed me and other students for our mess-ups. Extended family members outside of my small supportive circle still yelled at me. My friends’ parents still got mad. To the point where whenever I messed up my first instinct was that my dad or grandparents were going to punish me, or yell at me, or hit me, even though they never did. They just didn’t. They always responded with patience and an attitude of “I’m glad you’re safe and I want to help you learn from this.” And I was still afraid of messing up. Mortified. Expecting the worst every time. It’s like… we need to change the culture around this, man. Completely.

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dreamsofamadman: somethingaboutdelia: cryingalonewithfrankenstein: This photo always cheers me up a bit. It’s a front-page article from 1955 about Christine Jorgensen, one of the first women to have sex-reassignment surgery. Since the text is a bit small and I couldn’t find a larger copy, here’s what the small blurb says: A World of a Difference George W. Jorgensen, Jr., son of a Bronx carpenter, served in the Army for two years and was given honorable discharge in 1946. Now George is no more. After six operations, Jorgensen’s sex has been changed and today she is a striking woman, working as a photographer in Denmark. Parents were informed of the big change in a letter Christine (that’s her new name) sent to them recently. This article is 58 years old, and it’s more respectful of Christine’s pronoun choices and name than some publications are today. It makes me happy to see a newspaper be respectful of a trans person’s choice of name and pronouns like that :3 Say it again for the haters in the back who want to keep pretending that trans people, or even treating trans people with respect is even remotely anything new. 😎 It’s worth mentioning, that this was kinda celebrated as a wonder of the atomic age at the time. “Look at the power of our scientists! Look at what we can do!”You know, back when America was trying to be the leader in scientific advancement. : dreamsofamadman: somethingaboutdelia: cryingalonewithfrankenstein: This photo always cheers me up a bit. It’s a front-page article from 1955 about Christine Jorgensen, one of the first women to have sex-reassignment surgery. Since the text is a bit small and I couldn’t find a larger copy, here’s what the small blurb says: A World of a Difference George W. Jorgensen, Jr., son of a Bronx carpenter, served in the Army for two years and was given honorable discharge in 1946. Now George is no more. After six operations, Jorgensen’s sex has been changed and today she is a striking woman, working as a photographer in Denmark. Parents were informed of the big change in a letter Christine (that’s her new name) sent to them recently. This article is 58 years old, and it’s more respectful of Christine’s pronoun choices and name than some publications are today. It makes me happy to see a newspaper be respectful of a trans person’s choice of name and pronouns like that :3 Say it again for the haters in the back who want to keep pretending that trans people, or even treating trans people with respect is even remotely anything new. 😎 It’s worth mentioning, that this was kinda celebrated as a wonder of the atomic age at the time. “Look at the power of our scientists! Look at what we can do!”You know, back when America was trying to be the leader in scientific advancement.

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phantomemes: starters  /  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,  between you and these bones .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary . ‘  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyes  ’ ‘  how i soften when you pull me against you  ’ ‘  you are teaching me to love  ’ ‘  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyes  ’ ‘  you perhaps will become my swan song  ’ ‘  it is a very human thing to love  ’ ‘  you are my good days  ’ ‘  i have been loved dearly  ’ ‘  i promise you will not always be this war  ’ ‘  thank god for the stubbornness of organs  ’ ‘  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you  ’ ‘  there will always be another day  ’ ‘  there will always be another mercy  ’ ‘  perhaps i will take up dancing again  ’ ‘  what a pretty little disaster you will be  ’ ‘  i am terrified for you  ’ ‘  i will fold inside of myself  ’ ‘  today i am thankful  ’ ‘  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wake  ’ ‘  come and get me  ’ ‘  i tell myself i do not need you  ’ ‘  i think i broke again last night  ’ ‘  i’m just trying to connect with you  ’ ‘  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashing  ’ ‘  burn the house down in search of yourself  ’ ‘  don’t you dare ever stop looking  ’ ‘  i struggle not to feel guilty  ’ ‘  you are a wild  ,  unkempt thing  ’ ‘  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longing  ’ ‘  find that you are made of russian nesting dolls  ’ ‘  the trees are always kindest with spring comes  ’ ‘  teach yourself the hymns again  ’ ‘  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lips  ’ ‘  this life is an altar  ’ ‘  i am sorry i do not have more time  ’ ‘  there is a mountain in me  ’ ‘  by the morning i am a triumph  ’ ‘  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat  ’ ‘  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come across  ’ ‘  there are many things that will fit beneath your skin  ’ ‘  forgiveness does not take up much room  ’ ‘  some days you will breathe and it will be enough  ’ ‘  you do not have to hold it quite so tightly  ’ ‘  there is a prayer in me  ,  still  ’ ‘  you scare me a little  ’ ‘  you can be a good thing and not a whole thing  ’ ‘  there are flowers in my chest again  ’ ‘  the rain comes and sounds like you  ’ ‘  i cannot tell you why i still trust god  ’ ‘  find peace and build a home out of it  ’ ‘  there is never an end  ’ : phantomemes: starters  /  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,  between you and these bones .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary . ‘  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyes  ’ ‘  how i soften when you pull me against you  ’ ‘  you are teaching me to love  ’ ‘  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyes  ’ ‘  you perhaps will become my swan song  ’ ‘  it is a very human thing to love  ’ ‘  you are my good days  ’ ‘  i have been loved dearly  ’ ‘  i promise you will not always be this war  ’ ‘  thank god for the stubbornness of organs  ’ ‘  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you  ’ ‘  there will always be another day  ’ ‘  there will always be another mercy  ’ ‘  perhaps i will take up dancing again  ’ ‘  what a pretty little disaster you will be  ’ ‘  i am terrified for you  ’ ‘  i will fold inside of myself  ’ ‘  today i am thankful  ’ ‘  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wake  ’ ‘  come and get me  ’ ‘  i tell myself i do not need you  ’ ‘  i think i broke again last night  ’ ‘  i’m just trying to connect with you  ’ ‘  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashing  ’ ‘  burn the house down in search of yourself  ’ ‘  don’t you dare ever stop looking  ’ ‘  i struggle not to feel guilty  ’ ‘  you are a wild  ,  unkempt thing  ’ ‘  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longing  ’ ‘  find that you are made of russian nesting dolls  ’ ‘  the trees are always kindest with spring comes  ’ ‘  teach yourself the hymns again  ’ ‘  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lips  ’ ‘  this life is an altar  ’ ‘  i am sorry i do not have more time  ’ ‘  there is a mountain in me  ’ ‘  by the morning i am a triumph  ’ ‘  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat  ’ ‘  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come across  ’ ‘  there are many things that will fit beneath your skin  ’ ‘  forgiveness does not take up much room  ’ ‘  some days you will breathe and it will be enough  ’ ‘  you do not have to hold it quite so tightly  ’ ‘  there is a prayer in me  ,  still  ’ ‘  you scare me a little  ’ ‘  you can be a good thing and not a whole thing  ’ ‘  there are flowers in my chest again  ’ ‘  the rain comes and sounds like you  ’ ‘  i cannot tell you why i still trust god  ’ ‘  find peace and build a home out of it  ’ ‘  there is never an end  ’

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bad-puns-n-finger-guns: official-lucifers-child: gerardwayslips: thejoanglebook: theelderscrotes: drowsypuppy: 3rdeyechakra: Reblog to make a white gay big mad Reblog to make QPOC feel more welcome in their own community reblog to normalize explicit support and solidarity for qpoc in the lgbt community I really like the idea of including lgbtqia+ poc in the flag, but I do have a small gripe with the flag. Now, I’m no authority on this matter so feel free to put me in check if you feel like I’m speaking out of turn, but the black and brown bars always felt tacked on to me. It doesn’t feel inclusive to me so much as it feels like an afterthought, like: “lgbtq+… oh and also poc.” I felt like something more along these lines (see below) could celebrate the poc throughout the community– but again, that’s not really my decision to make. Either way, I support the change, and I think the inclusion is awesome. Joan you wonderful genius OoO Woah that ones so much prettier : bad-puns-n-finger-guns: official-lucifers-child: gerardwayslips: thejoanglebook: theelderscrotes: drowsypuppy: 3rdeyechakra: Reblog to make a white gay big mad Reblog to make QPOC feel more welcome in their own community reblog to normalize explicit support and solidarity for qpoc in the lgbt community I really like the idea of including lgbtqia+ poc in the flag, but I do have a small gripe with the flag. Now, I’m no authority on this matter so feel free to put me in check if you feel like I’m speaking out of turn, but the black and brown bars always felt tacked on to me. It doesn’t feel inclusive to me so much as it feels like an afterthought, like: “lgbtq+… oh and also poc.” I felt like something more along these lines (see below) could celebrate the poc throughout the community– but again, that’s not really my decision to make. Either way, I support the change, and I think the inclusion is awesome. Joan you wonderful genius OoO Woah that ones so much prettier

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phantomemes: lines taken from various characters and events in  tri - crescendo’s  game  ,  eternal sonata  ( 2007 ) .  feel free to change pronouns   ( he , she , they , i , etc )   &  tenses as you feel necessary . “ the morning light has now come ” “ it takes but a moment  ,  don’t worry ” “ you do not understand ” “ live in ignorance  ,  die in ignorance ” “ forget the pain you felt in the dream ” “ this is but a brief parting ” “ bow down before me ” “ cry me a river  ,  you wimp ” “ sorry  ,  but i’m in a hurry ” “ stay away from me ” “ will somebody please take care of that ? ” “ just shut your mouth and watch ” “ you better beg for mercy from this one ” “ you don’t look so good ” “ picking on weaklings really isn’t my style ” “ i’ll be perfectly polite when i send you flying ” “ are you looking down on me ? ” “ soon you’ll be dust on the ground ” “ would you just open your eyes ? ” “ pride goeth before the fall ” “ anything that gets in my way is going down ” “ transforming weakness into strength  ;  strength will surely become weakness ” “ break free from the cage that holds you ” “ when plants die  ,  the earth does not tremble ” “ if you strike a person their soul is scattered ” “ virtue does exist in this world ” “ i will be the shield that protects my people ” “ you gutless coward ” “ to me thou art a bone  ,  to me thou art as limbs ” “ the night shall become my clause ” “ my resolve will never waver ” “ so long you stupid bastard ” “ this is the end of your pathetic lives ” “ to enjoy the morning roses you must kill the insects ” “ you will die trembling ” “ oh  ,  i’ll hang you very slowly ” “ there is no tomorrow for the weak ” “ if something can not be recognized  ,  does it even exist ? ” “ war is simply a battle of egos ” “ at some point it’s no longer about who wins or loses ” “ i believe that the future holds infinite hope for all of us ” “ when a man’s consciousness is fading away he will find without fail that he comes face to face with his own soul and must challenge it ” “ i only want a chance to do something to help everyone ” “ ignoring the things that seem too hard to do eventually becomes a habit  ,  the natural thing to do ” “ the time has come for everything to be settled ” “ was this always my life’s purpose ? ” “ no one wants to touch someone like me ” “ do you plan to spend your whole life pretending to be someone you’re not ? ” “ people tend to act in ways that suit their own best interests ” “ you can’t just sit back and accept a destiny of death ” “ you can’t hesitate ” “ when one thing comes to an end  ,  something else begins ” “ you can give up when it’s really  ,  truly  ,  absolutely the very end ” “ are we only destined for destruction ? ” “ my life is nothing compared to his ” “ everything I’ve ever done has always just been an act ” “ making excuses just makes you look pathetic ” “ we learn from our mistakes and grow from them ” “ when you eliminate all the other possibilities  ,  you cannot escape the truth that remains ” “ there’s no use in comparing the dead with the living ” “ he needs to remember this pain ” “ i’ve no interest in hearing about your failure ” “ what I want is to be adored and admired for eternity ” “ you have a heart that sees the world with open eyes ” : phantomemes: lines taken from various characters and events in  tri - crescendo’s  game  ,  eternal sonata  ( 2007 ) .  feel free to change pronouns   ( he , she , they , i , etc )   &  tenses as you feel necessary . “ the morning light has now come ” “ it takes but a moment  ,  don’t worry ” “ you do not understand ” “ live in ignorance  ,  die in ignorance ” “ forget the pain you felt in the dream ” “ this is but a brief parting ” “ bow down before me ” “ cry me a river  ,  you wimp ” “ sorry  ,  but i’m in a hurry ” “ stay away from me ” “ will somebody please take care of that ? ” “ just shut your mouth and watch ” “ you better beg for mercy from this one ” “ you don’t look so good ” “ picking on weaklings really isn’t my style ” “ i’ll be perfectly polite when i send you flying ” “ are you looking down on me ? ” “ soon you’ll be dust on the ground ” “ would you just open your eyes ? ” “ pride goeth before the fall ” “ anything that gets in my way is going down ” “ transforming weakness into strength  ;  strength will surely become weakness ” “ break free from the cage that holds you ” “ when plants die  ,  the earth does not tremble ” “ if you strike a person their soul is scattered ” “ virtue does exist in this world ” “ i will be the shield that protects my people ” “ you gutless coward ” “ to me thou art a bone  ,  to me thou art as limbs ” “ the night shall become my clause ” “ my resolve will never waver ” “ so long you stupid bastard ” “ this is the end of your pathetic lives ” “ to enjoy the morning roses you must kill the insects ” “ you will die trembling ” “ oh  ,  i’ll hang you very slowly ” “ there is no tomorrow for the weak ” “ if something can not be recognized  ,  does it even exist ? ” “ war is simply a battle of egos ” “ at some point it’s no longer about who wins or loses ” “ i believe that the future holds infinite hope for all of us ” “ when a man’s consciousness is fading away he will find without fail that he comes face to face with his own soul and must challenge it ” “ i only want a chance to do something to help everyone ” “ ignoring the things that seem too hard to do eventually becomes a habit  ,  the natural thing to do ” “ the time has come for everything to be settled ” “ was this always my life’s purpose ? ” “ no one wants to touch someone like me ” “ do you plan to spend your whole life pretending to be someone you’re not ? ” “ people tend to act in ways that suit their own best interests ” “ you can’t just sit back and accept a destiny of death ” “ you can’t hesitate ” “ when one thing comes to an end  ,  something else begins ” “ you can give up when it’s really  ,  truly  ,  absolutely the very end ” “ are we only destined for destruction ? ” “ my life is nothing compared to his ” “ everything I’ve ever done has always just been an act ” “ making excuses just makes you look pathetic ” “ we learn from our mistakes and grow from them ” “ when you eliminate all the other possibilities  ,  you cannot escape the truth that remains ” “ there’s no use in comparing the dead with the living ” “ he needs to remember this pain ” “ i’ve no interest in hearing about your failure ” “ what I want is to be adored and admired for eternity ” “ you have a heart that sees the world with open eyes ”
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phantomemes: credit  /  feel free to change pronouns ! ‘ tell me about the dream where we the pull bodies out of the lake ’‘ it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio ’‘ tell me how all this , and love too , will ruin us ’‘ we’ll never get used to it ’‘ there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you ’‘ we know where the sound is coming from ’‘ the world is no longer mysterious ’‘ it’s thinking of stabbing us to death and leaving our bodies in a dumpster ’‘ i like him and i want to be like him ’‘ someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure ’‘ history repeats itself ’‘ i wanted to be wanted ’‘ frequently i was finding myself sleepless ’‘ i’d like my money’s worth ’‘ we can’t punch ourselves awake ’‘ sorry about the blood in your mouth ’‘ you wanted happiness , i can’t blame you for that ’‘ a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy ’‘ tell me you’re not miserable ’‘ imagine being useless ’‘ there is no way to make this story interesting ’‘ i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything ’‘ he told me it wasn’t going to be okay ’‘ the minutes don’t stop ’‘ every morning another chapter ’‘ i wanted to give you something more ’‘ i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you ’‘ you want a better story ’‘ i can already tell you think i’m the dragon ’‘ you still get to be the hero ’‘ i take the parts that i remember and stitch them back together ’‘ here is the part where everyone was happy all the time and we were all forgiven ’‘ the entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell ’‘ unfortunately we don’t have that kind of time ’‘ it isn’t over yet , it’s just begun ’‘ things happen every minute that have nothing to do with us ’‘ i wanted to fall down right there but i knew you wouldn’t catch me ’‘ you are a fever i am learning to live with ’‘ everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel ’‘ i just don’t want to die anymore ’‘ you want to die for love , you always have ’‘ let’s not talk about it , let’s just not talk ’‘ you say  ‘ i’ll give you anything ’  but you never come through ’‘ i’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own ’‘ anything past the horizon is invisible , it can only be imagined ’‘ you keep singing along to that song i hate ’‘ this is the place where everything starts to begin ’‘ monsters are always hungry ’‘ none of us are going back ’  : phantomemes: credit  /  feel free to change pronouns ! ‘ tell me about the dream where we the pull bodies out of the lake ’‘ it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio ’‘ tell me how all this , and love too , will ruin us ’‘ we’ll never get used to it ’‘ there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you ’‘ we know where the sound is coming from ’‘ the world is no longer mysterious ’‘ it’s thinking of stabbing us to death and leaving our bodies in a dumpster ’‘ i like him and i want to be like him ’‘ someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure ’‘ history repeats itself ’‘ i wanted to be wanted ’‘ frequently i was finding myself sleepless ’‘ i’d like my money’s worth ’‘ we can’t punch ourselves awake ’‘ sorry about the blood in your mouth ’‘ you wanted happiness , i can’t blame you for that ’‘ a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy ’‘ tell me you’re not miserable ’‘ imagine being useless ’‘ there is no way to make this story interesting ’‘ i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything ’‘ he told me it wasn’t going to be okay ’‘ the minutes don’t stop ’‘ every morning another chapter ’‘ i wanted to give you something more ’‘ i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you ’‘ you want a better story ’‘ i can already tell you think i’m the dragon ’‘ you still get to be the hero ’‘ i take the parts that i remember and stitch them back together ’‘ here is the part where everyone was happy all the time and we were all forgiven ’‘ the entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell ’‘ unfortunately we don’t have that kind of time ’‘ it isn’t over yet , it’s just begun ’‘ things happen every minute that have nothing to do with us ’‘ i wanted to fall down right there but i knew you wouldn’t catch me ’‘ you are a fever i am learning to live with ’‘ everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel ’‘ i just don’t want to die anymore ’‘ you want to die for love , you always have ’‘ let’s not talk about it , let’s just not talk ’‘ you say  ‘ i’ll give you anything ’  but you never come through ’‘ i’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own ’‘ anything past the horizon is invisible , it can only be imagined ’‘ you keep singing along to that song i hate ’‘ this is the place where everything starts to begin ’‘ monsters are always hungry ’‘ none of us are going back ’ 

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