#bornzombie

          ‘  YOURS IS A CRUEL GIFT,   ’   her voice spins around, reverberates ------ and dies out like any echo would. the beginning and the end of all things, alpha and omega, THE VOID they call it ------ in this place, she is no longer jessamine kaldwin, no longer the empress, no longer important, no longer alive. and yet the black-eyed one, the master of all and nothing, the outsider they call him ------ he listens. even though he does not demand her to speak.

“ NO, LOVE, S’NOT YOUR FAULT. “ in all honesty, murdoc is just happy that noodle’s okay. the girl is the same height as him and has been for the longest time, but he still leans down to hug her tightly with the extra inch or two given to him by heeled shoes he wears to hide his insecurities. “ it’s on me for not looking after you properly, innit ? “ he laughs, his voice betraying him and showing his nerves.

“ are you alright ? you’re not hurt, are you ? god, i’ll never forgive myself if you are. “ he’s well equipped to help her if she is, though — it’s moments at these he’s glad he knows first aid. “ should’ve kept my eye on you … fuck, i’m so glad you’re okay. “

That was not an experience she’d want to repeat. She couldn’t understand how any driver could be so careless! She wiggled her toes, confirming that the worst damage done was only a bit of skin lost at the ends. That and a now ruined pair of blue pastel shoes she’d never be able to replace. 

She knew just how worried Murdoc was this time around though, so she didn’t bother to over-empathize the minor injury for a bit of ice cream or a new pair of sneakers. She gives him a great big squeeze in return to his hug, chuckling lightly at his implication.

“Murdoc, it is not your fault either! You couldn’t have seen them coming with how fast they were going- whoooosh!” she made a dramatic reenactment of her first hitting her other palm once she let go to illustrate her point.  

She held onto the sleeve of his shirt, wanting to keep her foot off the hot pavement regardless. “I’m okay, I’m okay! It isn’t broken or anything, just a little scrape! I’ve gone through much, much worse.”

if you aren’t an mlm then you don’t get to dictate how mlm do or don't experience legitimate attraction vs. compulsory heterosexuality.  if you not only disagree with a gay man HCing a character who is strongly implied to be a closeted gay man as a gay man, but go so far as to say that  ‘gay men never shut the fuck up,’  you are a straight up fucking homophobe.  if you are not a trans man then you don't get to determine what is or isn’t transphobic behavior and rhetoric towards trans male characters  +  if you are perpetuating said behavior and rhetoric.  if you are turning to your trans friends to validate your transphobic behavior without the slightest lick of self awareness enough to realize that they're probably SCARED to disagree with a cis person as to what is and is not transphobic, then you are using your trans friends to validate your transphobia, and you aren’t just a transphobe trying to delegitimatize the arguments of trans people intimately unconnected to you  --  you’re also an incredibly shitty friend. 

stop playing the victim card, painting me to be some irrational bully, and acting like you’ve done nothing wrong when you know damn well that all you’ve done for the past several months is try to cover your own fucking ass, USE your other LGBT friends to make you feel better about yourself instead of accepting that you fucked up  +  apologizing for it, pretending like gay men identifying with a character with an unconfirmed sexuality is bad or biphobic somehow,  &  attempting to convince people of how innocent and totally non-intentional your malice was.

[TXT: deleted] You can’t say anything to make it better this time.

[TXT: deleted] You’ll see. You’ll fucking know what it was like for me in that plastic prison.

[TXT: deleted] It didn’t feel better once you were gone.

[TXT: deleted] What did I agree to? Who an I? Who was He.

[TXT: deleted] Whose blood is that.