❛ ᵇᶫᵒᵒᵈ ᵒᶰ ᵐʸ ᶰᵃᵐᵉ

would anyone hate me if i remade tho ???

psa.   this blog does  not  promote/encourage  callout culture.

                DING !   the light just came on upstairs.     ❝  ohhhh. okay, okay...i think it get it now. not a boy. not a girl. just you.  ❞     he nods in understanding moments before his face falls in what one could describe as concern.      ❝  not within the binary, huh ?  must be hard.  ❞     his lips purse in thought,     ❝  not everyone is understanding. or even willing to try and understand. or so i’ve heard. y’haven’t dealt with any’a that, have you ?  ❞

                ❝  well considering i’m tryin’ real hard to not rip my own arm off...  ❞

               a slow nod as he thinks over their answer. so...not a guy. not a girl. all he can picture  ( in his ignorance )  is a question mark with legs.      ❝  non...binary. okay...so, you’re just...  ❞     his words never have an official ending because once again he isn’t sure what to say other than admitting that he’s confused. a twinge of guilt hits him in his gut ----- he doesn’t want to offend them in any way by saying such a thing.      ❝  wait ------ what’s somewhere in the middle ?  ❞

happy Easter !!

                ❝  if you worry so much then maybe it’s best you’re not there.. who knows what kinda crazy shit you’d pull. probably try t’take ‘im out yourself.  ❞

                ❝  ...oh. i-i’m sorry. i thought-------  ❞     looks certainly were deceiving. and now roman was at a loss for words as his face heats up from embarrassment. he hadn’t come into contact with someone that he could only assume is trans. not that he’s aware of, anyways. aside from fans. he’d had a few mention that he helped them find who they were, but...     a moment of silence passes before he can even begin to utter a single word.      ❝  so then...if y’don’t mind me askin’, what are you ?  ❞     he almost feels bad for asking.