Reblog If Youd Be Okay If Your Friend Came Out As Transgender

Reblog if you’d be okay if your friend came out as transgender

let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out

Jesus, I feel like I lied to get this results, lol. I do treat other better than myself. Thank you :3

Thank you for the tag <3

Alr slay

Link here if you wanna take it

Tags ig: @nuncscioquidsitamor-14 @fizzywashere87 @did-i-mention-the-shirt @turtles-hurtles-with-gurtles

Jesus, I being so tagged lately I almost thinking I famous :3

Last song: "Oh shit I feeling it" by DjCorny

Favorite Color: Green (m o n e y)

Currently watching: nothing but I plan to watch baby raindeer

Sweet/savory/spicy: Sweet

Relationship status: single but I desperate lol

Current obsession: Manhunt, hazbin/Helluva, a little bit of cod.

Last thing I googled: Precise Execution Mw3 Skin (new clothes to dream to wear UwU)

I don't know who to tag, I never know what to do at this point.

Edit: @strawb3rrystar fuck off I love being tagged and I going to explode from joy that someone actually likes my blog. (I know there's my followers but openly saying it? Only few.)

9 people you’d like to know better

Thank you for the tag @clockwork-ashes and @lovely-vanserra-sunshine

Last song: Riot by Hollywood Undead- trust me I regret a full shuffle too. Lol

Favorite color: pastels but pink

Currently watching: Does GTLive count?

Sweet/Savory/spicy: sweet

Relationship status: Chronically single

Current obsession: -gestures around- acotar

Last thing you googled: atmospheric gravity wave experiment

No pressure tags: @acourtofladydeath @mybestfriendmademe @tilseptemberends @tsunami-of-tears @hieragalbatorixdottir @shadowdaddies @mika-no-sekai-blog @wickedfelinaxo @achaotichuman

𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗

𝐒𝐨... 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧/𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜? 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨? 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐈 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞.

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 (𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬?) 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐒𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐱 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫...

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨, 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨-

KILL BREAK DIE KILL BREAK DIE KILL BREAK DIE KILL BREAK DIE BREAK DIE CRY BREAK DIE CRY BREAK DIE CRY BREAK DIE CRY BREAK DIE CRY CRY CRY CRY.

I gripped my hair, trying to force the scalp out of my head. A nervous laughter came out of my mouth, a laughter with no happiness, an empty laugh.

I didn't even know why I was that way, my pillow and bed sheet thrown on the floor, with bite marks and spit on it. Bite marks also were on my arms like bear traps on the ground, marking where the danger was.

I couldn't follow them, I couldn't know the reason for my distress. It was a joke, a damned joke. To be left alone in my life. I couldn't talk to anyone, because they would say sweet things. Pray to God, but I already did that. I prayed for so many nights and days, and nothing happened. Nothing ever happened.

Tears now fall from my face, and I still sit in a fetal state. Pathetic, laughable really.

Who I was? To be suffering? Suffering from nothing, suffering from being empty.

God, I was so pathetic. To be so edgy, was truly something from a teenager with hormones, but I was that, barely 18, barely an adult.

I just... Want to die...

Die and be left on a wooden box, to be truly useless, like I always was.

A sound came from the corridor, a sound that seemed to be from a dog. I could imagine its paws on the floor. I didn't have a dog of course, because then I would be actually worried. I worried my little pet would see me in such a state.

Probably was a ghost, or a hallucination. If it was one, I would go to the kitchen and finish all. If it was a ghost, then maybe I would convince him to do it for me.

I got up, looking around my room. Such an empty room, because I didn't want to embarrass everyone about the things I loved. A clown usually loves clown things, but I wasn't a funny one.

At least it was green. Green was my favorite color. Probably. I maybe was wrong as I always am.

I opened the door, looking up. Something stared at me. It had a head similar to a canine. Their eyes and mouth were bright white, but only a dot in the darkness around it, like a black hole. Its whole face was a black hole.

Drool came from the corner of its mouth. It was hungry. Hungry for flesh, hungry for meat, whatever that was. Was I up to its tastes?

Maybe if it bites my head, the pain won't be so great. It would be a second to nothing. I would be back to nothing.

So I stared at it.

I stared until it decided that my breathing was annoying. It didn't come.

In fact, it seemed to make it calmer. Its breathing was heavy but it was calculated. It tilted its head, trying to figure me out.

It wasn't hard, do I need to spill it out?

My mouth opened, and a whisper came.

"Kill me."

I made sure to say each syllable, and that all the sounds came correctly. That it would finally understand.

It didn't.

I didn't even notice, but the room became less dark. I could see its body, she was a female- no a woman, why was I saying like that? Maybe because it was so surreal, because she dressed like a slut, no better way to say it. A tight and small tank top, a black panties with a reversed crucifix. fishnet on her legs and arms, her fur and thick body hugging her body impossibly tight her body was incredibly thick, something out of a porn magazine. Piercing on her belly and her nipples, it was clearly visible.

The beast seemed nothing like an actual beast, besides the animalistic body and the unseen face, besides an enigmatic grin and eyes full of Mischief.

I could see from the corner of my eyes I saw all of her 'glory', but I tried to just look at her eyes. Why would lust bring me out of my haze of truth?

"Kill me."

I tried again, my lips trembled slightly. She kept staring at me. Why?

Her expression (if even someone would call it that) rested in a face of pity.

She reached out to me, and my breathing became faster. I didn't know if it would actually touch me. Probably no.

But it happened. She touched my bare shoulder, and I could feel her claw pressing on my skin, without making it bleed. Her other hand touched my other shoulder and brought me to a hug.

My face rested on her collarbone, my face feeling fur on my face, softness all around. It was more like a cat, but I could actually put my weight against it without it running away. My arms went on her back. I cried again.

I cried in the arms of something I didn't know. It was relaxing in a way. She didn't know me, I didn't know her. She couldn't judge me, I couldn't judge her.

I didn't even notice but she brought me to my own bed. She lay down with me on top. She became a huge pillow that my body lay on. She purred.

She purred and it seemed like a melody. Such a sweet melody.

A melody that brought me to sleep. A peaceful sleep that I didn't think I could have in my life.

How I feel when I request something to a Tumblr creator, they make it and say "this was one of my best works recently!"

My ego knows no bounds... Until I remember I still have to write- god dammit.

Just... Go to the reblog below or @strawb3rrystar account because she did a great job (kinda pointless this post but whatever I wanted to do a meme)

Also, at this point I going to ask: does anyone know a way to regulary get your ass out and write (metaphorically of course)?

Ed balls

Wait… Isn’t Ed Balls day coming up? ED BALLS DAY, I HAVE TO GET READY TO CELEBRATE