Spirit of Storms

not-your-lawyer:

“French is such a beautiful, romantic language.”

“Cat, I farted.”

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manywinged:

manywinged:

“do you seriously think you’re above the rules” the stupid ones yeah

if you want me to follow the rules you have to make sure they’re not stupid. this isn’t a difficult concept to grasp.

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thevampireaesthetic:

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vamprisms:

vamprisms:

maidens if you are going to flee dramatically from my castle in the middle of the night once i reveal my true nature to you please leave your candelabra on the little ledge by the portcullis we are running out of them

starting to think these maidens are stumbling in soaked through from the rain just to steal my beautiful gowns and homewear are any of you actually lost

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runephoenix6769:

sirfrogsworth:

I graduated high school in 99.

There was a student at our school named Wayne.

Wayne was gay. It was obvious. He was unable to stay in the closet even if he wanted to. To make matters worse, he was also Black. From a bullying standpoint, that was not a great combo. Both Black and white students made fun of him relentlessly. He was ostracized from the only community that may have given him protection. Only us theater kids stuck up for him, but not to significant effect.

Wayne was bullied so much that at one point he finally snapped and attacked his bullies with a lunch tray. I was actually seated in perfect line of sight and just sat there chewing my soggy fries in stunned silence. It didn’t even seem real as I was witnessing it. The image of him wailing on his main bully as the food on his tray flew off is permanently logged into my long term memory.

The bully he attacked had blood all over his face and went straight to the nurse. Other than superficial cuts, he was not injured.

Before the attack, Wayne went to teachers for help.
He went to guidance counselors for help.
He went to the principals for help.

He did all of the things you were supposed to do. No one helped him. They wagged a finger at the bullies and warned them to stop.

Wayne’s lunch tray melee was the only thing that worked. His bullies stayed far away from him. But a week later Wayne was expelled and the bullies were given no punishment.

So… no.

No one in my school talked about being trans.

Because the only way to survive being openly queer was to bash people with a lunch tray.

I also graduated in 99, at 16 years old and like Wayne was bullied mercilessly for being gay (even though I was so far in the closet I had no idea I was gay n wouldn’t realise it for another 3 or 4 years.)

Did you read that previous sentence?

Subconsciously, I knew it wasn’t safe to be queer so my brain tried to protect itself. I was terrified!

I was called faggot, lemon, pedo, dyke, queer. I was jumped. I was accused of “staring” and “peeking” at the other girls in the changing rooms, to such a point the gym teacher told me change separately in the toilet, not for my own safety because i made the other girls uncomfortable. I wasn’t staring at anyone fyi unless you call the wall a person.

They said they were afraid my lemony ass would sexually assault them if they were left alone with me cause I was a dyke.

I was sexually assaulted by boys, having my bra snapped, tits grabbed, bra undone n it was okay cause I was a dyke. When I reported the numerous times it happened I was told “boys will be boys” and “they fancy you, arent you glad?”

Nobody protected me or stepped in.

And just like Wayne, it became too much and I lost my shit beating the crap out of a girl who had been harassing me for years. I broke that bitch’s nose and tossed her round the corridor like a rag doll in front of a crowd of students, who were not cheering for me but the other girl. It took two teachers to pry me off her.

I was punished for it by being put in isolation. She got off scott free.

After that students only jeered at me from a distance n made damn sure they werent in arms reach. It suited me fine. Psycho and crazy got added to the list of names, at that point I didn’t care. The only other kid in my year getting bullied any where near what I was, was Graham for being gay.

Next time I saw I kid in the year below me getting stuffed in a locker for being “queer” I beat those kids asses and got put in isolation again. (and then my parents beat my ass.)

There were other kids rumoured to be gay in my year but Samantha got off easy cause she was the football star. James and Simon were mocked for being a couple - they were besties and in each others pockets – but James came from money.

Another girl in school, we’ll call her Pam. Pam was ultra feminine, and used to hang with the popular girls. She was small, used to paint n file her nails in class, hair done in what ever fad was running through high school teenage girls at the time – double pink scrunchies with two dumbass hair loopies like Katara from the water tribe , i think – roll up her skirt, make up, used to get into trouble for wearing heels etc. When Pam’s friends were mocking me, Pam joined in but not as enthusiastically as the others.

The most popular girl, Morgan would tell her group to stop n her bestie from infanthood, Sally would never join in.

You know what I heard recently? Pam is now Paul. Pam performed ultra femininity to hide the fact he was trans because it wasn’t safe.

Samantha is married now, as is James. Simon wasn’t even gay. Graham is now Greta. The most popular girl, Morgan’s bestie, Sally came out. I got talking to her recently, and she told me she knew she was gay in high school thats why she and Morgan never joined in and they used Morgan’s popularity to protect her, She knew about another girl Sarah being gay. Sarah said she bullied me cause it meant people wouldn’t look at herself too closely.

There were loads of kids in my year who were some form of queer n they were all trying to survive in a place where it wasn’t safe to be gay.

So that’s why before 99 you rarely heard of trans kids, it wasn’t fucking safe AND it wasn’t like there was literature or dropin centres or spaces where other trans/queer kids could find information/language to describe their experience safely, and each other.

The internet wasn’t what it is today, and it wasn’t as if the local library of small rural towns were over flowing with books you could read that talked about the queer experience in a positive light.

In movies and tv shows we were still the villains, the comic relief or being brutally murdered. The AIDS crisis was still fresh in people’s memories. Queer was deviant, degenerate, wrong, evil. Queer could get you killed. Living a queer lifestyle meant you would end up dead or miserable and lonely if you were lucky.

So with all that in mind, Heather needs to ask herself again why she never heard of trans/queer kids before 1999, or maybe look up her old classmates. She might be surprised by how many of them are some form of queer now.

deathandsensuality-archive-deac:

Alexander McQueen FW21 by Sarah Burton / Tracey Emin, “I was too young to be carrying your Ashes”, 2017-18.

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fanghusband-remade:

babe are you okay you’ve barely talked about vampires today :/

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biglawbear:

angel-derangement:

“we live in an uncaring universe” yeah dude and I live in an uncaring house. and I shit in an uncaring toilet. but do you touch an uncaring lover? do you comfort an uncaring child? do you guide to sleep each night a cold and uncaring self?

“In the same way your heart feels and your mind thinks, you, mortal beings, are the instrument by which the universe cares. If you choose to care, then the universe cares. If you don’t, then it doesn’t.” - Brennan Lee Mulligan, Fantasy High S1E17

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almondcroissantsandink:

“villains” with the sidekick they swear they didn’t want

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