be kind to yourself

His response: "No, it's my name now."

I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.

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The Bagelpocalypse can be best described as a stress-induced response that was triggered with the conclusion of seeing Dean wake up as a demon in the season nine finale. Shortly after, during the Hellatus of 2014, the fandom collectively underwent some sort of bizarre breakdown, likely to soothe their pain, which mostly manifested in bagels being thrown into every fan work that you could think of. Think the Mishapolcalypse but with slightly more bread.

Anyway, there were poems! There was art! (just a few of the many examples here and here). There was fic.! This one called Destibagel in particular was infamous—be careful; it’s an explicit story featuring bagel x bagel action).

Bagel Castiel walked into the room (well, really he more hopped into the room, because he is a bagel and therefore did not have legs or know what legs were) where Dean Bagel sat, watching Dr. Sexy Bagel. Dean Bagel was entirely convinced that there had never been and never would be a sexier bagel. Until, of course, Bagel Cas walked (hopped) in front of the television screen. Okay, so maybe he was wrong.  

And there were gifs and text posts with way too many puns! 

> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default

> opens my email

> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default

> launches a software

Have you guys seen that clip