-Just Keep Breathing-

you are not a burden

you deserve happiness

you deserve to be listened to

you are so strong

you are kind

you are amazing

your situation right now is not your forever

it’s going to get better

your best is good enough

you are good enough

you are beautiful

you deserve to live your best life

you’re working so hard

you’ve gotten through everything that has been thrown at you so far; you can get through this too

you are worth so much

you are wonderful

you can choose positivity 

your past does not define you

your mistakes do not define you

your grades and achievements do not define you

your mental health does not define you

your struggles do not define you

it’s never too late to try again

it’s never too late to start

you are cared for

you are valued

you are so important

i am so proud of you

One Trans Kid: Link is trans and I’m proud of him

Every straight within a 50 mile radius:

Same goes for smaller first year classes. The ones that many fewer people take and are around more like 60ish students by the time people have finished re-working classes and schedules. Food and drink? Allowed. Bathroom breaks? Don’t ask, just go.

Labs? As in biology and chemistry labs at a university level with chemicals that are actually dangerous if accidentally ingested? Food and water must be left outside/somewhere contained and just not consumed in the room. Need food or water? Go get it, leave the room, consume it and come back. Need the bathroom? Also just go.

Like. Sure. Most of my experiences in university weren’t with classes full of mostly 18 year olds, but my first year classes sure were. If professors can keep control of classes at least twice the size of most high school classes and at most 1000+ of teens AND masters students who are TAs on the side can keep control of roughly 30 eighteen year olds without stripping them of agency over their basic needs and marking their needs *as* needs and not things they do to inconvenience you as the adult in charge, why are there teachers still not letting their students use a goddamn bathroom or take a fucking drink from a water bottle in class?

Sure, if you have like. Kindergarten students, then it’s reasonable to require they be supervised for those things because they’re little humans who are inexperienced, have very little control of their fine motor skills, and aren’t mature enough to take care of their needs on their own or understand complex consequences that aren’t predominantly or exclusively directed at them.

But if you teach high school, what’s your excuse for treating your students as sub-humans who exist to only inconvenience you and should only be allowed to take care of their basic needs when you give them that privilege, which if they use even slightly incorrectly you frame as them as taking advantage of your kindness to let them care for their needs. These are human fucking people for god’s sake.

When I was in high school I sometimes would ask to go to the bathroom and stay there all class. Want to know why? And here’s a hint, it wasn’t because I was taking advantage of my teachers in order to talk to friends or drink alcohol or do drugs or skip school.

It was because I had undiagnosed chronic conditions, illnesses, and disabilities that I was struggling to manage because I didn’t even know I was managing anything abnormal.

Are there kids who do take advantage of being let out of class? Sure. But there are also students who legitimately need time out of class, for reasons like my own, or maybe because they just really need to pee and don’t want to do it in their pants in your classroom in front of their peers.

I’m considering coming out to my family as non-binary, and so today I brought up the subject of non-binary gendering/transgendering with my Dad as a casual conversational topic. He’s told me that if somebody is born a boy then they “should stay a fucking boy” and not trans to a girl or be a boy some days/girl other days/genderless other days.

I told him that I think gender identity should be something one can choose for themselves, and he says that nobody thinks like that and anybody who is trans/non-binary will just be shunned by every member of society they meet. He doesn’t think that people support n-b/t communities, because he doesn’t. He says to me that not staying one’s natural gender is wrong and against the point of being born a boy/girl.

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MOTHER

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Fang au part 12 (dedicated specifically to @dailyvirgildoodle)

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“Who is dead?”

“Virgil. It’s Virgil.”

I didn’t know how to finish it so here you go

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Logan kept to himself during the funeral, leaving after the service. He didn’t talk to anyone, didn’t shed a tear when he was lowered. He didn’t comfort Virgil’s husband, he didn’t talk to his nieces and nephews, didn’t go towards his crying mother. He couldn’t.

Now he found himself in a bar, a glass of scotch in front of him. He tapped the glass, which was still full and not having drank anything. Logan knows he shouldn’t drink from it, he wasn’t allowed to. He was a recovering alcoholic, five years clean. Virgil had been so proud of him, throwing a small celebration once he got his five year chip.

Virgil always tried to protect him. After the death of their father, after having witnessed his father’s bleeding body thanks to a robber, Virgil did his best to protect him. Even when he got addicted to drugs, addicted to alcohol, lost his fiancé, lost the trust of those around him, Virgil was there.

Now this one time Virgil needed protection, Logan couldn’t be there. He wasn’t there. All he could do was attend his funeral, and not cry.

“Promise me that if I die, you won’t cry.”

Logan looks at him and scoffs, rolling his eyes, “You’re talking crazy.”

“Promise me,” Virgil says desperately, looking at his brother.

Logan frowns, now worried but nods, “I promise.”

“Thank you. And also, don’t drink or do drugs anymore. Stay clean. Please Logan.”

“Virgil, are you feeling well?” Logan asks worriedly.

“Dammit Logan, just promise me!”

“I promise!” Logan holds his hands up in defense, “I promise dude.”

“Thank you.”

“Fuck you, Virgil,” Logan grits out, tears stinging his eyes, “To put fucking conditions on me such as crying. Fuck. You.”

Logan: A cauliflower?

Virgil, to Roman: Now tell him what you think this is.

Annabell, a solid white and completely deaf pit bull that used to let mom draw on her belly

The World’s Ugliest Tom Cat, who turned out to be the cuddiest teddy bear of an animal

Cocker spaniel named “Captain”

Stupid, the Cat

Litter of baby raccoons

Three more cats

A completely bald and extremely anxious canary that sang beautifully, but only at 4 AM

Baby Squirrel that grew up in the house and then refused to move out

A Genuine Thoroughbred Racehorse who was a spectacular athelete but had a habit of running races in the wrong direction.  Benny turned out to be a terrific trail horse instead.

Turtle

Snapping Turtle

A bucket full of 43 goldfish left over from the fair.  Mom counted once they were all in the bathtub in the backyard with the snapping turtle.

Another cocker spaniel named “Major”, who had the tremendous talent of eating green beans silently

Red-tailed hawk he found on the highway, and sucessfully nursed back to health and released.

Dummy, Son of Stupid

Strange, the dog that lived under the porch and only came into the house at night.

An “abandoned” baby deer.

Spooky, an alleged dog.  

Joey the parakeet whose tricks were  1. drinking tea out of a tiny cup 2. threatening to peck out people’s eyes 3. wearing hats

A Really Big Toad he found behind the factory, because the other auto workers were discussing using it for target practice.  Mr. Grumpity was guardian of the rosebed for several years and granny’s (his mother) favorite animal he ever brought home.

Gretchen, a St. Bernard that had to be shaved from her prior owner’s neglect, and spent a week hiding from sight with such success in the house that they thought she’d run away.

Arson, Burglary and Murder, three frankly adorable little kittens.  They did not change the names, much to the regret of the cop who lived three doors down.

Yet another Cocker Spaniel, named “Colonel”

Cardinal (bird)

Canada Goose (Demon)

Once in the nursing home, he had a “pet” 12-point whitetail buck that would come to his window to be fed corn and get headskritches, inexplicably named “Florence”

NOBODY KNOWS WHAT THE CHILD IS GOING TO DO, LEAST OF ALL THE CHILD!

WE’VE ALL SEEN A BABY IN A RESTAURANT!!!