Boylikeme

(The best of this post and its reblogs, but with links that work)

Here is a website where you can scroll down to all the different levels of the ocean 

Here is a website where you can see the future of the universe

Here is a website where you can press a ‘make everything okay’ button, over and over, until things really are okay

Here is a website that you can read if you feel like a burden

Here is a website where you can look at strobe illusions (TW strobe/flashing)

Here is a website where you can cut stuff up (TW blood/sh)

Here and here are websites where you can play with sand

Here is a website where you can draw with macaroni and other fun foods

Here is a website where you can paint someone’s nails

Here is a website where you can grow a garden with emojis

Here is a website with hundreds of videos of people hugging you (rightfully dubbed ‘the nicest place on the internet’ because it really is, y’all, it made me cry)

Here is a website that will take you to other useless websites

Here is a website where you can make a tiny cat play bongo drums (and other instruments!)

Here is a website to help give you gentle reminders <3

Here is a website where you can grow a tiny farm

Here is a website where you can take a bunch of scientific personality tests

Here is a website of calm rain noise

fiveforfive - collective fund for trans women and girls and transfem causes

gendered intelligence - trans led advocacy org

mermaids - supports trans youth

akt - lgbtq youth homelessness charity

loving me - domestic abuse service for trans people in england

For all my Californians out there, and especially those out in Bakersfield right now, and immigrants especially living in CA. Please know your rights, and have a lawyer contact.

the first thing a government that wants to hide something will do is keep its people uneducated. it has been shown time and time again in places like hawaii, timor-leste, germany, etc. they want you to never know how to fight back. they want you to never teach future generations how to fight back.

simply staying informed, understanding your rights, and doing whatever research you can on the things they plan to ban are a protest alone.

you will always have a voice no matter what they tell you.

(to add to this, below are a list of books that are said to possibly be challenged/banned in the following years)

For years I protected her; from Francis, from nightmares, from heartbreak and pain… but Monsters can only do so much for their children, and despite everything I did to stop it - Charlotte grew up. I remember the night that I realized my job was done; Charlotte had just turned 17, she was sitting on the edge of the bed talking excitedly to one of her friends about their plans for her birthday party, and how she wanted a certain boy to come. I had grabbed her ankle and she just looked down and smiled at me, pulling her foot away, “I know! I’ll go to bed soon…” she hissed, but she didn’t. She’d crawled under the covers and turned off the lamp, still talking until the early hours of the morning, when the sky was still dark, but the sun was closer to rising than setting.

I went back to the head office, turning in my file for the night and going to sit at my computer. I marked Charlotte Dower as “Matured” in the system and started scanning for a new assignment. Though in my heart I knew that Charlotte would be my favorite.

The next night I went back to her, to tell her goodbye. I hugged her and held her face in my claws for a long moment. “My Darling, you don’t need me anymore,” I spoke as softly as my voice would allow. “But if you do ever need me, just call for me.” I slipped back under her bed, and heard her sleepy mumble “Okay, Love you.”

She never needed me again, she never called for me.

Charlotte’s children never needed monsters to protect them, to keep them safe from horrors only a monster could know.

I’m retired now, and near my end. Monsters die too; when the last of their children have forgotten them. Charlotte was my favorite yes, but not my last. Monsters always keep going after their favorite child has outgrown them; just in case there is a day that the favorite needs their childhood monster. Charlotte never did.

And now, I’m ready for the end, I can feel it; a quiet peace radiating through my skin, rattling my bones and echoing through my blood. In the morning I’ll be gone, but tomorrow a new monster will be born.

I was informed today that my story “The Monster under the bed” was stolen and submitted in some kind of contest in 2020.

While I do not withhold, and have already granted blanket permission for fan-works such as comics, illustrations, readings, and translations, all with proper credit. I do have to draw the line at blatant plagiarism.

Charlotte, Francis, the Monster, and the rest are all my characters that I have created for this story, and I love them the way any artist loves their art. It hurts to know that someone could steal something that I care so deeply about and claim it as their own.