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Hey so I specifically try to keep this blog solely Star Trek and not post a lot of personal stuff but it’s also my most popular blog and I really need to get this out there. Don’t worry, I’ll keep it brief.

For those of you that don’t know I’m a trans boy. I’ve been on testosterone for over a year. My parents are not ok with this so I’ve been paying for all my medical stuff from my own pocket. I also have to pay for a bunch of other things including school supplies on my own but we won’t get into that.

Long story short; I need top surgery but I don’t have the money to get it. If I don’t get it soon, I’ll age out (or be kicked off) of my parent’s insurance which will raise the cost of surgery by 5 grand or more. My mom recently threw out one of my binders and the only other ones I have are pre-owned, stretched out, and more than 6 years old. Binding already isn’t fun due to my asthma and warped ribs. Doing it much longer is going to have even worse medical affects on me.

So I’m asking my Trekkie family for some help. If all you can do is reblog? AWESOME. And if you can donate ANY amount, no matter how small, it’ll help. Thank you all for making this blog so amazingly fun to run. LLAP. 

Welcome to The Dragon Prince: Magic, a fan zine! this zine will have art, stories, and even recipes! We want to make this zine as cheap as possible, but to do that we’ll need your help.

If you want to participate in this project, feel free to send a message to our tumblr or email us at [email protected].

We look forward to seeing what this community has to offer!

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I’m typing this from a Burger King parking lot because it’s the only place I can really go right now to get online. Being cut off from internet AND data means I can’t call or receive calls and I can’t message or receive messages on any platform. I can’t check my email.

I tried using my schools internet with minimal success on my personal laptop and decent enough success on the library computers UNTIL my security questions, which are tied to my phone via verification links, got me locked out since I can’t receive any of them. I told my mom this and of course she doesn’t believe me

Here’s the point. My mom’s not going to give me access back regardless of how much trouble this causes, the both of us really, unless I can pay for the wifi and data bills.

These bills are about 200 dollars. Which I can’t get without a job, which I can’t really get without internet access.

If there’s ANYONE who can give me ANYTHING to get the minimal 200 to pay her so I can figure out a plan to get hired and hopefully OUT of this fucking house asap, it’d be so fucking greatly appreciated and I’d owe so much to you. I hate begging online. I HATE it. But I have no other way of making this money and I can’t even contact other relatives to stay there or even use my GPS to GET there. So I need all the help I can get.

Please boost this if at all possible. If you send me something and I don’t get back to you…wel you know why. But it’d mean SO much to me. I can’t live with her under this kind of emotional turmoil anymore and as soon as I can make any kind of break for it, I’m doing it.

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There’s a sudden vibrating next to him, and he spares a glance to see that it’s his phone with a new text message. He sets down his current tool and checks his phone to see if it’s Peter or Pepper, because if not then it can wait.

It’s not either of them.

But this person certainly can NOT wait.

He quickly opens the text.

Aunt Hottie: Hey, can you do me a favor?

Me: Of course, is everything okay?

Aunt Hottie: Yes, everything’s fine. 

Aunt Hottie: Do you remember how we agreed to have you down as Peter’s second emergency contact at the school?

Me: Yes

Aunt Hottie: Well, there’s a problem.

Me: Whose ass do I need to kick

Aunt Hottie: Tony.

Me: Sorry, what’s the problem

Aunt Hottie: The school doesn’t believe that Peter actually knows you, they even gave Peter detention because they thought he was trying to “take his internship lie too far”. I didn’t even know that nobody believed him.

Aunt Hottie: And when I went down there to try and straighten it out, they didn’t believe me either, and told me to stop encouraging Peter.

Tony felt white hot anger flash through his veins. Not only were these people punishing Peter for telling the truth, but they were straight up insulting the kid’s aunt.

Oh hell no.

Me: So what you’re saying is everything is not okay and that I do need to kick some ass

Aunt Hottie: I’m asking you to please go to the school tomorrow and correct the problem. It’s the beginning of the school year and Peter is already in trouble. I would go with you but I have to be at work at 6 am.

Me: No problem, I’ll see to it that everything gets sorted out.

Aunt Hottie: Thank you, Tony.

Me: No problemo

—-

The next day Tony walked into the office of Midtown Tech as 11:30 am sharp. He didn’t call ahead for a meeting. He wanted to catch everyone off guard. Off their game.

And that’s exactly what he did.

Walking in the office, he spots a woman behind a desk slash counter looking thing. She’s probably in her late 30′s to early 40′s and gives off a very soccer mom-ish vibe.

“Excuse me Ms-” Tony looks down to the name tag on her desk, “Rhodes? Hi.” He flashes his fake paparazzi smile at the woman, and when she looks up at him its like her brain short circuits, because she’s silent for a good 7 seconds.

Tony counted.

“Um, h-hi, sir, uh, M-Mr. Stark.” She stands, brushing out her skirt then trying  (and failing) to discreetly fix her hair, “H-How may I help you?”

“I would like to speak to the principle. I don’t have an appointment. I hope that’s not a problem.”

“Oh! I’m sure it won’t be a problem at all! Just a moment!” And the woman who Tony has already forgotten the name of scurries to the back of the office and disappears into a hallway.

While he waits, Tony stands there looking around at the bland looking office and shudders.

He would drop dead before having to repeat school.

Then a voice from behind him pulls him out of his thoughts, “Mr. Stark?”

Tony whips around to see Peter standing in the doorway, “Hey kiddo, shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Shouldn’t you be at the compound?”

He waves a hand dismissively, “I should be a lot of places. But you,” He points a finger at the teenager, “Should be in class.”

“Actually I was headed to lunch, but Ned saw you through the office windows while we were walking.” At the mention of his best friend, Peter jerked his head to the side, and Tony then notices the kid’s friend outside the office looking like he was going to explode with excitement.

“Right. Well. I’m just here to sort something out, don’t worry about it ki-”

“Mr. Stark?”

Tony then turns to see what must be the school’s principle, “Yes, hello. Principle Morita is it?”

Tony walks forwards and extends a hand to shake the other man’s when he notices Morita looking behind him. But before he can ask, Morita speaks up, “Was this student bothering you? I apologize. He should be at lunch right now and,” Morita pointedly looks at Peter, making him curl in on himself, “not looking for more trouble.”

Tony has to steel himself to hold back the remark he has for this man.

Instead he just says, “Actually, Peter is the reason I’m here.”

At this, Morita stumbles on his words, and finally utters a, “What?”

“Peter, come here please.” Tony reaches out an arm and Peter did as he was told, and when he got into Tony’s reach, Tony pulled him close with his arm around Peter’s shoulders, “Peter’s aunt notified me yesterday that there is a slight problem with you believing that a) he is my intern and b) I am his second emergency contact. She also told me that such problems led to disciplinary action, which I have to say, I’m not exactly happy about. Considering the shortcomings here are on your side.”

Morita sputtered a moment before, “Oh o-of course Mr. Stark. I apologize for the inconvenience, and for you having to make a trip down here just for this.”

“I don’t mind having to make trips for my kid.” Tony narrowed his eyes at the man in front of him.

He looks between Tony and Peter, “Of course. Well I will see to it that the detentions are resolved and will not go on his personal record, and I will make sure you are entered as his contact.”

Tony nodded, “Great, I’m glad that’s settled.” He turned to Peter, “Alright, drama’s over. Go back to lunch with Ted.”

Peter rolled his eyes, “It’s Ned, dad.”

Tony ruffled Peter’s hair and gave him a gentle push towards the door, “Whatever, I’ll see you this weekend. Nat found a new recipe she wants to try with you.”

“Okay, see ya!”

“Bye, squirt.”

The two parted ways and left through their own doors, leaving a confused and dumbfounded Principle Morita standing in the middle of the office.

What the shit just happened?

——

Aunt Hottie: Thank you

Me: It’s no problem, really. Happy to do it

Aunt Hottie: Could have made a little less of a scene

Me: You know that’s not my style

Aunt Hottie: Right, but how are you gonna get out of this one

Aunt Hottie: attachment: 

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