Clark, Lamenting The Fact That He Couldn’t Go Near The Priest Without Getting Sick To Lois And Wondering

Having a stroke sounds like a euphemism for jerking off

reblog for something t4t to happen to you this summer.

Trans man Bella Swan

trans boy swan who still wears a lot of his old clothes because he doesn’t really know what other style he’d like

tboy swan wearing his skinny jeans with one of Charlie’s shirts because his dad noticed how the form-fitting Pinterest girl clothes make him uncomfortable. Then later him wearing Edward’s hoodies on a regular basis.

tboy swan who gets along with Jacob because Jacob had a gender crisis a while back before understanding that he’s most comfortable as a man. The two are inseparable, literally “brother from another mother” behavior. Edward is forced to get along with Jacob despite the fact that Jacob behaves like a feral little brother when Edward comes around.

Tboy Swan who gets along the best with his female friends simply because they don’t see him as “the trans classmate” and only see him as their boy swan. Sure, he likes his male friends, but they’re more interested in getting him to join the basketball team and he doesn’t vibe with sports.

Tboy swan who takes a good while to figure out what he wants to be called. Sure he knows the basics: he/him, boy, but he couldn’t for the life of him pick a name so he just goes by “swan” in school. It takes him being in a relationship with Edward for him to finally decide on a name.

Bowen Swan who decides on a name and then nonchalantly brings it up to Charlie that night as if it’s no big deal (like father like son) and then Charlie buys Bo a cake to celebrate (maybe he even invites Edward over with the condition that they keep the door open, the same rule Charlie applies to all of Bo’s friends)

Bo Swan who buys his first binder with Alice’s help (she needs this boy to stop wearing the most middle-aged man clothes ever) and then they go shopping afterwards for new clothes, which, to Alice’s utter dismay, match Charlie’s style still.

If you are complaining about male reader x (male character) fics as a fem aligned person, you need to suck it up, 75 if not 85% of the fics posted on tumblr are for fem reader x male characters, and you’re complaining over the one male reader fic?!?!? Get over yourself.

So stop crying and go do something useful like re-blogging or commenting nice things on mlm fic blogs.

Also stop tagging male reader if your fic is clearly not for male reader, you look like a moron.

Yall suck

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Even my little pony did “monstrous wolf” better how did vivzie screw this up so bad?

Loona’s feral form is so fucking horrible. It would’ve been so easy to make her look like an actual demonic hound instead of this furry abomination.

Vivziepop is so afraid of letting her female characters look monstrous or animalistic. They always have to be conventionally attractive regardless of what form they’re in.

No further questions.

So I’m not at all qualified to make any sweeping claims about DID or any disorders since I’m not professionally trained nor do I know the full intricacies of what causes dissociative disorders but like

Disclaimer aside, it’s the weirdest fucking feeling to find out that someone who had an inappropriate relationship with you and who hurt you in very personal ways is now claiming to have DID.

like I knew you for four years and now that you’re away from me you’re setting up a persona online of this cool edgy emo man with DID? I saw you in your darkest moments and it was still YOU. What the hell

does anyone have any tips to help cope or understand why people do this?

Dean is...

A deep saturated red with black stripes crisscrossing across it.

A crisp autumn day in a run-down motel in a small town.

The sound of a nail dropping onto a stone floor.

The smell of the forest just after a storm.

The feeling of leather against your skin.

The warmth of a fire while cold wind blows.

The sunlight which passes through the gaps of treetops.