you’re taking an “am i gay” quiz but the questions start to become super specific to your personal life and you click to the last one and it just has a timer on the screen and says “in one hour your crush’s stove will flick on and ignite the gas that is slowly filling their house. good luck.” so you haul ass over to their house and find them cuffed to the wall so you can’t get them out of the house and there’s no key but there is a hammer and scalpel on the table with a note that says “your heart’s in the right place” and you call the cops and they don’t believe you because nothing has happened yet and your crush is begging you to tell them what is going on but there’s no time because you’ve already wasted thirty minutes and so you ask them to take off their shirt apologizing the whole time because god, not like this, and sure enough there’s an incision down their sternum and you take a deep breath and reopen it as your crush screams and cries and says that they don’t understand and you’re crying too as you open up their chest knocking already-broken ribs out of the way and breaking the intact ones, desperately feeling your way around for anything, and you’re so sorry and you’re telling them please don’t hate me for this and the smell of gas is getting stronger and stronger and their eyes are flittering shut as they lose blood and you tell them i love you, i’ve loved you for a long time and you can hate me as much as you want for this just please stay awake and they kind of smile dreamily but you don’t know whether they even know what’s going on right now and you can hear the stove flicking to light itself when your hand brushes up against a trigger and you flip it and you hear the stove click off while you have your hands still buried inside of them and then hours later you trudge through your front door and there’s still blood crusted under your nails even though you’ve scrubbed your hands five times and your crush is in surgery and the hospital promised to call you and tell you how they’re doing and it’s been an hour but you’re too tired to feel worried and you feel like shit about that and you find your computer and see that the timer on the am i gay quiz has run out, redirecting you to a screen that has a picture of billy the puppet with a pride flag background and the text “congrats on coming out!”

matt watson is a closeted transgender woman and the real reason she’s hasn’t come out isn’t because she’s in denial it’s because she knows her best friend ryan is a chaser and wouldn’t be normal about it and it would ruin their friendship

someone said "ryan wanting to do cute shit with naim like take photobooth pics" and i'm now realising that the interaction ryan had with the entity that naim witnessed was ryan just thinking his crush wanted to take him out to a cute date. someone will see us. are you sure? even though everybody knows about me? you want to go anyway? ok :) FUCKING KILL ME