This Is What I Imagine Epilogue Jerry Sounds Like

This is what I imagine epilogue Jerry sounds like

And this song is just Jerry to me

No reason behind this post just wanted to share tbh

(btw someone I've followed since I got into this fandom followed me back and I might die over it)

Say their name.

CW AND TW: CHILD DEATH

Say.

Their.

Name.

Nex Benedict was a indigenous trans nonbinary teenager. Their head was beaten against the floor in a bathroom stall. Less than 24 hours later, they died, most likely from undiagnosed head trauma. Conservatives say they want to, "protect the children", where was the protection for Nex? That's the thing. There wasn't any. Nex died. And many more trans, queer, and nonbinary minors will if we don't step up and do something. What happened to Nex has and will happen to queer folk around the globe. Say their name.

Edit: I didn't expect this to get much attention, but thank you everyone. What alot of people, "forget" to mention was that Nex was two spirited, which means they were indigenous. The fact that I wouldn't have heard about this if I didn't have Tumblr is absolutely revolting. News needs to be covering this. But what are Republicans doing? Sucking their thumbs and crying about how, "trans people shouldn't be able to piss". What are Democrats doing? Twiddling their thumbs and groveling to an old geezer that somehow falls up the stairs and supports I$r3@l. It's disgusting and America needs to do better.

Edit 2: Any and all hate/saying that Nex Benedict wasn't murdered (they were) will immediately get deleted, just because you don't like trans people doesn't mean you can be an whiny little bitch. A child was murdered. This has nothing to do with politics, a child was murdered.

I saw that0nefangi1rlinyourarea's template and wanted to use it so here is riots relationships with the club

controversial opinion but ive suffered enough and should get everything i want for forever from now on and also im pretty cute

Being excited is not cringe live and let live their not hurting you

sick of seeing hate thrown towards “baby gays.” let them wear rainbows. let them wear their pride flags like capes. let them make jokes about their identity and talk about it all the time. let them wear tails and puppy ears. let them do what is constantly deemed as “cringe.” let them be excited about finally being able to express their true selves. they deserve it. we all deserve it.

This is a little thing I wrote as a to cope yk it's really bad but I just wanted to post it if it does well I might post some. Of my other stories idk

TW talk of sh and EDS it's kinda round about but still there, if you aren't in the mind set to read that plz don't, take care of yourself please 🥺

This one's called "ranting to no one" or "it's like talk to the wall" which ever one's better

“It's not fair,” they say “You know what's not Fair..” I whisper in a shaky voice as I hold back tiers ‘that you get to be you and I don't, cuz if I were you my dad would love me, we could talk football and be politically incorrect together, but we can't because I'm not the son he wanted and not the daughter he remembered; and I never will be, that he still sees me as his daughter and always will, it's not fair that you get to go out with your asshole friend and I don't even know how to go about that, that I cry in the shower and wish I could just be who my dad wanted or someone he could love or that my mom was still her cuz she used to understand everything, or that I have to use everything in me to stop myself from hurting myself while shaving and that I have to put my meds far away from me so if I try and do something I think it through before I get to them. that I have to live with what my sister did to me and how my grandma and uncle treated me I have to live missing my mom andwith the fear that the only person that i feel has truly loved me is going to die before I see her next, that I have to force myself to eat cuz if I don't I risk my ED relapsing that most people will never see me for who I am, that I will never get to be a normal kid, and you do and all your friends do and none of mine do”, I wanted to my classmate not a real classmate one invisible, fictional, one I made up while In The shower because that's the only way I can express what I want to. The only way I can get these emotions out is by crying to a fake person in a fake situation while I wish I could escape a fake home