James & Toby Dynamic (PLATONIC!!)

James & Toby dynamic (PLATONIC!!)

You know those friends that only know each other for little while, but still get along as if they've known each other for decades? Yeah, that's them. They occasionally see eachother when Toby is on 'patrol' and when they do, they talk and talk and talk as if they haven't seen each other for years. However, their personalites are not similar, not in the slightest, you could say that they even oppose eachother.

James is someone that is really calm, collected and always has valid reasonings for his actions, he'd never do something reckless. Toby on the other hand is loud, all over the place, doesn't think before he does or says something and reckless as someone could be. James who would do anything to experience life like a normal human being again, and Toby who would greet death with open arms. Despite their differences in behavior, they relate to eachother. That being through their past experiences, morals, interests and trauma. You can probably imagine that Toby always gets into trouble in some way, that man has never stayed out of it in his entire life, not even for a week. And so, in a way, James put him on a leash. Yet never a tight one, never a short one, not one that hurts or is forced onto the brunet. Toby often even asks him to keep him in check. Obviously, he isn't sober when he requests that, it'll shatter his pride otherwise.

They're close friends, companions, brothers in war, maybe even platonic soulmates. Depends on how you want to see them. Despite Toby being physically older than James, the brunet sees him as some sort of role model. The way a little boy would admire the friends of his older brother. The way a child who has an unstable relationship with their parents favors that one sweet teacher. James sees himself in Toby, he too was once so angry, so vile and hate driven, so he does his best to make these worst times of Toby's life a little less cruel.

Toby's usual harsh, vulgar and loud curses fade into soft, caring words when he talks to James. That dead guy somehow manages to bring the small pup out of the filthy stray. Not many can do that, most will get bit as soon as they even try to get close to Toby, but of course, there will always be exceptions, those being James, Kate, Jack and Natalie, all in their own way.

Did these two have a little "Holy shit, someone actually understands me." crush on each other at some point? Most likely. I'm just gonna let this stand here without further explanation to be honest.

Pro-Palestinian protesters march in Malmö, Sweden, calling for Israel's exclusion from Eurovision.

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Thank you, and my birthday's the 27th June btw!

huge shoutout to boys who have been referred to with she/her for so long that it doesn’t bother them anymore

huge shoutout to boys who have fully embraced femininity for whatever reason, be it they have to in order to survive the misgendering or because they think masc presentation doesn’t look right on them

huge shoutout to boys who stop and stare and think for a moment when the document/application asks for their name and gender. huge shoutout to the ones who fill it out with their deadname and assigned gender.

huge shoutout to the boys who grow up to be men who die and are remembered as women.

huge shoutout to boys who never made it in life, who never had the friend group they wanted, the job they wanted, the wardrobe they wanted. who would have succeeded if they just had that injection sitting in a box under their bed.

huge shoutout to the boys who physically can’t transition, whose bodies can’t handle recovering from a surgery or who can’t wear regular clothes.

huge shoutout to boys who associate masculinity with abuse, hate, anger, who would rather die than be what that masculine figure was to them

huge shoutout to boys who don’t have the money to transition, who can’t afford a trip to a clinic or the shots that come afterward, who have to work every day for twelve hours at multiple gas stations to get by, with help.

huge shoutout to boys who don’t live in a safe place, who can’t afford to be known around town as Clarissa and morph into Henry. who had long hair all his life and then didn’t. who painted his nails until he didn’t. who wore lace and skinny jeans until he didn’t. who would be assaulted for it, and even be killed for it.

if youre any of these people it should be made clear that you are and always will be men. it doesn’t matter what your outside shows, or what youre told, or how youre forced to behave or look. your manhood is stored in the heart, it always has been, that’s how youre aware of it, and its always there, and it will always show, be it in the way you talk or the things you like or the job you have. and if it doesn’t, that’s okay too. your manhood is something you just are, and you always will be as much of a man that Max who started transitioning at 13 is. none of the rest matters. if you need a guy to spraypaint your name onto your gravestone, i have a guy. you will make it.

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