there's a curse here now, and it's all your fault

🍒Juicy🍒: what's your favorite fruit?

🐄MOOO!🐄: what animal would you be?

👭Tia Tamera👭: do you look better in lingerie or swimwear?

💗Cyber Sex💗: what's the best outfit you own?

💣Bottom Bitch💣: talk about your best friend?

😻Won't Bite😻: what's the biggest downside to dating you?

🤞Freak🤞: what's the biggest upside to dating you?

💞Say So💞: make a random confession?

💵Rules💵: what would you do with unlimited money?

🐰U W U🐰: what's your aesthetic?

I've said it before, I'll say it again. Eric Dravens murders were justified. Eric went after the men that killed and raped his wife. Eric went after the men who stabbed him, shot him, and pushed him out of a damn building. Eric even told Top Dollar that nobody else had to die, only Skank and his gang. None of this would be happened if him and Shelly weren't attacked and killed.

Eric's character is built around him loving his wife so much that a supernatural force brings him back to life just to avenge her. On his journey to avenge her he made sure that Sarah, the girl that they took care of when living. Knew that she was loved in her torn up household. He even checked up on his cat to make sure he was still okay. Eric is nothing like the Joker and never will be.

Eric is a family man who went through drastic measures to make sure that the people he loved KNEW that they were loved. And the constant comparison of him to a known abuser and cold blooded killer pisses me off to no end.

So I’ve seen a lot of cores, everything from goblincore to angelcore, but is there anything centered around Rangers? Something with like

Bows and Arrows

Swords and Daggers

Cloaks and leather armor

The desire to protect people

Traveling, Horses, Taverns, etc.

Survival in all landscapes

Companion animals (like hawks)

Being absolutely wild and good hunters

Greens and Browns

No, alters cannot be killed.

And louder for the people in the back: ALTERS CANNOT BE KILLED.

CANNOT. BE. KILLED.

alive girl

marshmallow matey (like the cereal)

tumblr high contrast mode

horny asexual

first three letters of your dad’s name, last three letters of your mom’s name, first letter of your first name, first vowel of your middle name, and then the thing closest to you right now

this gif:

- Mismatched socks

- The weird back pimples you can't reach but hurt very bad

at seven years old i experience a fugue state. no one believes me. i come to covered in nutella in a bathtub. my mother is yelling. between me and the world is a thick cotton sheet, forcing me out like a rubber band, always throwing me out of its clarity. i look into myself and there is nothing. people are singular. i am alone in my mind. 

at eight years old a girl receives two letters from me; one kind, one mean. i do not remember writing the mean one. when i learn that she’s received it, i cry. no one else could have done this. i am alone in my mind.

i do not remember being nine.

at ten years old i nearly die. the pain in my head is greater than any pain i’ve felt before, and then, in a moment, it is numb. the anime boy i have a crush on comes to meet me and explains that i am dying. we live together, in my head. he tells me to bid my final farewells to the world. i come to on the couch, surrounded by paramedics, and the boy is gone. i am alone in my mind.

at eleven years old, there is something there. a feminine presence, something terrifying and divine. i know that it is me, but at once, i don’t control it. i am told that this is normal. one horrible night she takes my body from me, leaving me limp inside of it, and yells at me. to straighten me out, she says. she strikes me hard across the face with my own hand. the next night, i am crying, and the same hand is taken from me, to stroke my hair and shush me. i hear her talking in my head. she tries to tell me her name, but i interrupt her; i’m not crazy. i am alone in my mind. 

at twelve years old i am made of fear. the divine thing is gone. i am unconscious for much of my life; many times i think i’ve slept all day, but am told by others that we spoke. i am told that this is because i am an alcoholic. i’m nervous for a conversation, and it goes perfectly, though i’m painfully aware that i have no control over what i’m saying. words fall from my mouth, so charismatic, without so much as a thought from me. i do not name the thing that talked for me. i do not ask him any questions when i hear him talking in my head to another. i am alone in my mind. 

at thirteen years old i’m gender fluid. the girl-genders are not me. every one is different. i get older. and older. i am alone in my mind.

one day i see her again. we look at each other in the mirror; i stare into her eyes, and she stares into mine. i know what she is. i know who she is. 

what do you say to something you fear so deeply? something that will change the course of your life in such a deep, terrible way? something that proves, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that something unspeakable has eroded your brain?

you ask her name. and she doesn’t remember, but she tells you the first letter. it was D.

Okay. Y’all want explainations? I’ll tell you all the things.

Testosterone makes you warm. With young men especially it can actually get really uncomfortable while their testosterone levels are at their peak. Often times coats and winter pants will keep in all their heat and it gets uncomfortable. So it makes sense to pick a part of the body to be exposed to help them stay cool. The legs tend to be the least uncomfortable part of the body to feel cold on. The arms are uncomfortable, the face hurts when it gets cold, and the torso is where all the important stuff is. It doesn’t actually hurt that much to have your lower legs exposed and there’s no important organs there so that’s what they go with to keep themselves from overheating in their winter jackets. Along this same vein, they might take their shirts off to jog or just have a naked torso in general during the summer because they’re in more danger of overheating than estrogen dominant people. Older men, children, and estrogen dominant people tend to do this stuff less because they have less testosterone and are therefore colder.

The axe thing is because of testosterone as well. Early on in puberty especially and into adulthood as well boys and men will stink no matter how hard they try. People often complain about how men don’t shower enough and while there is some truth to that testosterone makes you sweaty and it makes your smell last longer. It doesn’t smell worse than women’s BO, but it is harder to get rid of and easier to get. Before I started taking T I could get away with taking a shower every other day or even every three days. Now I have to take a shower every day. And some days when I shower, put on deodorant, put body spray on my clothes, avoid heavy physical activity, I still end up smelling awful. I just smell bad and there’s only so much I can do about it and that bottle of axe starts looking really tempting.

With crying? Testosterone just makes you cry less. You still feel all the same emotions. You just don’t cry as much. Men are often socialized to not cry, yes, but even those who haven’t been taught that still cry less. That’s just how testosterone works. They hit puberty and then it’s just harder to cry. It doesn’t necessarily mean they feel less than estrogen dominant people or that they’re repressed. They just have a different physical reaction to emotion.

They accidentally break things because testosterone makes it easier to gain muscle. Sometimes you even do it without meaning to. I already accidentally grabbed or slammed things too hard. Now I have to consciously be gentle. Some people forget about being gentle for a split second. Then things break. Sometimes I look at my hands now like what the hell did I just do. Relearning how to know my own strength. It’s a learning process.

Trans people on hormone therapy, finally in a culture that sometimes lets them talk a little bit: “OH HEY SO IT’S STILL ALL SUBJECTIVE AND COMPLICATED, BUT WE HAVE SOME VERY PRECISE POINTS OF INFORMATION FOR YOU.”