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whats cool about being trans is my parents are totally right. i did kill their beautiful son. im the thing that animates his corpse in an ever more convincing parody of a happy girl. i devoured him from the inside out and now there is nothing left of him and he is dead dead dead and there is only me, with my hollow eyes and dark eyeliner and long hair, and my big smile. my limp, effeminate gestures belie the marionetting of the boy they loved. my fagginess is his death. already his body becomes a fitter home for my parasitism in full; the tits, the hips, the thighs. sorry about your kid. thanks for the biomass <3

HAPPY FIRST EVER INTERNATIONAL AROMANTIC VISIBILITY DAY

death the kid is such a… weird character. i cant think of another character like him because he’s so weird. like, he’s the son of the grim reaper with horrible ocd and perfectionism issues and also he dresses like a preppy goth in full tuxedo but he also rides a skateboard named beelzebub and does cool tricks on it whenever presented the opportunity also he has guns. none of those character traits sound like they belong to the same person. hes somehow both the coolest and lamest character in the show. 

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Trope: Unconventional Caretakers

My favorite.  My raison d'être.  What I love in every media I get my hands on.  The vast majority of what I write.

I love unconventional caretakers.  I love people forced to help their enemies.  I love people dragging themselves to the first familiar doorstep they see, even if it isn’t friendly.  I love people becoming reluctant allies because of the situation.

Knocking on their enemy’s door and collapsing because even death is better than torture.  Staring at your enemy’s bruised and broken form and realizing that you feel…horrified.

You’re not helping them, not really.  It’s just a…ceasefire!  You’re totally taking advantage of their absence, not hovering in the doorway and wringing your hands.  

They don’t know why you’re helping them.  All they can do is lie miserably in bed and hope that this time you’ll slit their throat.  The waiting is killing them.  They refuse to beg but how long will that resolve last?

I love the ‘we aren’t friends in any way, shape, or form but I couldn’t leave you there’.  I love the ‘this threat is bigger than the both of us’.  I love people looking at those they normally despise in horror, because there are lines they don’t cross.  That no one crosses.  And they’re going to make sure everyone gets that lesson.

Some art I did for a comic I'm going to post

new type of guy just dropped

Leelah Alcorn’s blog was deleted and posts about her are being removed. Don’t stop spreading this. Reblog everything you can, post everything you can. 

These are her pictures

here are some of her drawings

this is her note

Don’t let this die.

Not this.

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