#lgbtq discovery

[andylynnpaynes]

What's your fantasy?

#lgbtq community #feminization kink #czechoslovakia #czech republic #lgbtq books #transgender #trannie #trans woman #transfem #transformers #mtf trans #transgirl #transisbeautiful #sissi femboi #lgbtq pride #lgbtq rights #lgbtq artist #the addams family #tranny #trans nsft #transmasc #trannny #fantasy #traditional art #stranger things #star trek discovery #artists on tumblr #big tiddy goth gf #big bootie #goth

[wheatnoodle]

Robin notices everything when it comes to Steve. Even the things he doesn’t notice about himself.

It’s at Family Video during a slow shift when she walks to where he’s bent over the counter. Her fingers card through his hair and grip, tugging the locks in her fist.

“Your hair’s getting long,” she comments, extending the o in long, “so pretty.”

When he’d usually bat her hand away with a remark of needing a cut, he stays quiet. Instead, she watches as his cheeks tint pink and the corners of his mouth twitch in a smile.

“You should keep growing it.” She says and smiles, tucking strands behind his ears. He nods with a muffled ‘yeah’, chewing on his lower lip.

So he keeps growing it. It touches his shoulders and he keeps playing with it, tucking it behind his ears, tying it back. Max uses his head to teach El how to braid.

He’s sleeping over Robin’s house one night and he’s sitting in the floor next to her desk chair, watching close in fascination as she paints her nails under her light. She glances at him every now and then with a little smile, finishing up her nails as quick as she can. Her smile grows when she turns in her seat to face him.

“Okay, gimme your hands. You’re turn,” she says and his face burns red, stuttering over excuses but Robin’s already grabbed his shaking hand and rested it in her lap. “Do you want this color or a different one?”

“Uh…I thought this one was kinda nice…” Steve says and he reaches on to the desk to pluck a bottle of baby blue polish from her small collection.

“That’s gonna be so pretty with your skin, babe.” Robin gasps and grabs it from his hand, shaking the bottle and cracking it open. When she finishes painting, she blows on his nails, admiring her work. “Well? What do you think?”

Steve takes one of his hands back. He holds it out in front of him, staring at the blue paint on his finger tips. It’s takes a few moments but soon he’s smiling brighter than Robin’s ever seen. He looks at her, his pupils blown with a giddiness she’s grown accustomed to and finds rubbing off on herself. She giggles with him and holds his hands, admiring his nails.

“They’re so pretty,” Steve says, looking between his nails and Robin’s face with such awe she can’t help but reach out and tuck his hair back.

“That’s because you’re so pretty!” She smiles at him, her brain working in overtime. She’s never seen him so happy. Dustin tries to get their attention over the walkie but Robin’s quick to shoot him down with an excuse of “girls night” and she doesn’t miss the way his eyes light up at her words. She keeps painting his nails for him and it takes forever for him to stop hiding his hands at work.

Months pass and Robin takes him out to the mall with her because she needs new clothes for when her aunts and uncles come to visit and she needs to look like a “normal” girl. They’re looking at skirts and Robin hates it more than anything, she’s grimacing at every bit of flowy fabric. But Steve? He’s holding them so delicately in his hands, feeling the material and appreciating the colors.

Robin stands next to him, props her chin on his shoulder and asks “do you wanna try it on?”

Steve’s like a deer caught in headlights. He drops the skirt on the ground with a gasp, crouches down to pick up the hanger, hits his head on the rack as he stands back up. “No, no, Robin. No. I cant.” And he’s shaking his head and hanging the skirt back up but he can’t get the hook on the rack. His hands shake and she can tell he’s getting frustrated so she takes the hanger from his grip and links their arms at the elbow.

“C’mon. Let’s go try it on,” she says and drags him to the dressing room. It takes a bit of work but finally Robin convinces him and she’s tugging his jeans off his ankles and pulling the black skirt up his legs. She looks at him through the mirror while she smooths the material over his legs. It hugs his hips and his butt, makes his waist look oh so skinny and feminine. The fabric flows gently over the tops of his thighs, making his long legs longer, showing off the muscle definition in his calves and thick thighs. “Oh yeah. We’re buying this.”

She gives Steve no room to argue, not like he could with how he’s staring at himself. And if they take an extra ten minutes in the dressing room because he can’t help but start crying, that’s between them and the mirror. Robin carries the skirt to the register, looking at the jewelry hanging by the cashier.

“Ooo, do you think the ruby one or the diamond necklace would look nicer on their skin? We’ve never bought them jewelry before, just haven’t had time to think about it,” Robin says to the cashier and steps out of the way, motioning to Steve behind her. His…their…cheeks are stained pink and they’re staring at Robin with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. She just told this cashier the skirt isn’t for her and then asked about jewelry to go with it.

The cashier looks at them, squints her eyes and nods. “The ruby. Definitely.”

Robin switches to purely androgynous pronouns for the next few years and nobody really questions the gradual changes in Steve. How their hair is always braided and done all nice, why their nails are always changing colors. Dustin even compliments the flick of eyeliner that Nancy has drawn on their lash line. Points to his own eye and says “that stuff on your face? That’s good shit”

Robin and Steve move away together because of course they do. They end up on the west coast, finding solace in the acceptance that is the SoCal gay community. They haven’t seen the kids or anyone from Hawkins in a couple of years, what with them all going off to college and the threat of the end of the world at bay.

Finally, they can invite everyone out for the holidays. Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, Eleven, Nancy, Jonathan, Eddie, even Argyle who had gone to Indiana that one time with Jonathan and wouldn’t even consider leaving him behind there and just stayed. They all fly out and it’s this big reunion at their house where they’re all told to dress nice so they can take cute pictures.

Robin is in a new deep maroon pantsuit, her lipstick the same shade as her outfit. She’s greeting the guests and calls on her lovely housemate to leave the kitchen and come say hello.

Out walks Stevie in a dress that matches Robin’s suit, her nails red and her hair curled with the top half of her long locks tied in a ponytail. Everyone’s quick to jump on her, complimenting her look and asking how she’s been. It’s an easy switch for them from Steve to Stevie and referring to her with she/her pronouns just feels right. It takes Mike a second before Nancy smacks him on the arm and he greets his old babysitter with a hug and tells her he likes her perfume. Though in his head, all he’s thinking is “holy shit hot guy from hometown is now hot girl with boobies don’t look at boobies don’t look at boobies don’t look at boobies don’t look-“

Eddie’s just standing there in SHOCK. His whole world has just been flipped upside down (no pun intended). He was positive he was gay, hell, he was crushing on Steve back when he lived in Hawkins. But now he’s staring at this girl, at Stevie, and he’s just blown away. King Steve the Hair Harrington is the prettiest girl he’s ever laid eyes on and oh no, is that his crush coming back to him? With a vengeance??

He walks over to say hello, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles in a way he can brush off as joking if it steps too far, but she’s looking at him with her big brown eyes and a little smile on her face and tucks her hair behind her ear. And her nose scrunches when she giggles and fuck, Eddie’s whipped.

Robin’s been watching them all night, how Eddie sits with a hand on her knee and pulls her seat out at the table.

So there really isn’t any surprise when she wakes up the next morning and Eddie still hasn’t left.

But then again, neither has Nancy😏

#steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #lgbt #lgbtq #trans steve harrington #trans femme steve harrington is so personal to me #she’s such a pretty girl #robin being THE lgbt community #Robin helping steve with her self discovery? yes please and thank you #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #mentions of ronance #mentions of steddie

[astralbondpro]

Star Trek: Discovery // S03E08: The Sanctuary

#I had tears rolling down my face #Non-Binary #Non Binary #LGBT #LGBTQ #Star Trek #Discovery #ST: DIS #ST: DISCO #ST DIS #ST DISCO #Star Trek Discovery #Star Trek DIS #Star Trek DISCO #Adira Tal #Blu del Barrio #Anthony Rapp #Paul Stamets #Gifs #Television #Television Gifs #Star Trek Discovery Gifs #AVGifs #AVTV #AVTVGifs #AVDIS

[quickly-organization]

#a discovery of witches #wet ass pussy #dragon ball #fat belly #urban exploration #logan #lgbtq #zosan #ashley sky #femme #vento aureo #cartoons #neurodivergent

[littlestoneinspace]

first episode of new season in out and i'm starting my own "draw it again" challenge based on illustrations i created years ago and also new ideas based on previous seasons. Also I can't wait to create content about season 5. It's not a secret that Paul and Hugh are my favorite dearest characters here so most of my disco art is dedicated to them.

let's fly ✨

#culmets #star trek discovery #watercolor #hugh culber #paul stamets #anthony rapp #wilson cruz #ukrainian art #ukrainian artist #lgbtq representation #love wins #Star trek discovery art #star trek fan art

[exhuastedpigeon]

Lately I've been thinking about how when I was in my early and mid 20s I was a stereotypical hot girl™ but I hated myself. I knew I was hot and couldn't for the life of me figure out why I didn't like how I looked. I had really long, beautiful hair. I had big boobs. I had a great ass. I had a perfectly flat stomach. I was hairless. I knew how to turn on the charm and flirt. None of that mattered, I hated myself. For a long time I thought it was just societal standards making me feel like I could be skinnier, etc.

Now I'm in my early 30s and I love myself. I think I'm still hot, but I'm not a stereotypical hot girl anymore. I'm chubby, my eyebrows are not maintained, I don't shave or wax. I'm not societies idea of a hot girl and I love that about myself because after years (a lifetime really) of not knowing why I hated the way I look and hated dressing like a hot chick, I finally understand why. Because I'm not a girl.

Realizing that I'm non-binary has been the most freeing experience of my life. I really hope everyone gets to feel this way.

#nonbinary #non binary #han rambles #personal #but also in general #lgbtq #lgbtq+ #self discovery

[fanfictionroxs]

Vegas crying while kissing Pete, tears rolling down his nose and feeling so much love for Pete... Pete who is sighing, shuddering, almost slumping with relief and happiness into Vegas' kisses.

#will i ever get over the tenderness of vegaspete kisses? #never #made a new discovery today that vegas was crying during their kiss and now im feeling feral #vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete phongsakorn #kinnporsche the series #thai bl #thai drama #asianlgbtqdramas #lgbtq+ #love

[michaelnotholden]

how did u realise ur aroace?

It was a PROCESS.

so basically I knew I didn’t care about a persons gender, like I found girls and guys attractive and I didn’t really see myself having a preference. Now that’s where it got a little complicated bc I couldn’t tell if my crushes were actual crushes or not. Turns out they were hyperfixations!

So I started dating my long distance/online best friend who’s (at the time) identified as a non binary lesbian. …I was questioning if I was pan or not bc up until now I had realized the "crushes" I had on previous boys weren’t necessarily real.. so thinking I had comphet, I identified as lesbian for the whole time we dated (a year) and a month or two weeks later after breaking up I found out I wasn’t interested in dating anyone..

hence why I identify as aroace now! Again I am attracted to all folks but anytime a girl or a guy has had a crush on me I always felt uncomfortable and almost kinda sick at the thought of dating somebody so that’s where I fall on the spectrum..

Good luck to anyone who’s trying to figure themselves out, i hope this helps!

#my logic was like #oh well I’m def a lesbian bc I’m dating an enby person AND THATS WHY I’m not attracted to anyone else !! #like buddy no you had a hyperfixation on ur best friend #aroace #aro #ace #aromantic #asexual #aroace discovery #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbtq community

[thepeacefulgarden]

#find yourself #self discovery #self acceptance #be yourself #lgbtq+ #you matter #haters gonna hate #don't let the haters get you down #boundaries

[bookofhappyescapes]

Why does everything at uni have to be about relationships? I just want my friend to come over to my flat for a drink and a chat. I don’t expect him to kiss me as soon as we get into my room, I just wanted to show him my room was cool!

#I feel like the aroace energy #is really thriving here #lgbtq+ #aroace #aromantic #asexual #uni discoveries

[stevxiee]

𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 - 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗽

✿༺ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘅 ༻✿

➵ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗌. 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌 𝗑 𝗌. 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾

➵ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒.

➵ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗈𝖻𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋

➵ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟣.𝟢𝗄

𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋

✿ ༺ ✿ ༺ ✿ ༺ ✿ ༺ ✿ ༻ ✿ ༻ ✿ ༻ ✿ ༻ ✿

𝗦𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃

𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉. 𝖤𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆, 𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾 - 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.

𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌, 𝖺 𝗍-𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍, 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗇𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 - 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌'. 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗉𝗌𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗒. 𝖮𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺’𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍. 𝖨𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝟣𝟢 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖥𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝖯𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗒, 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗉, 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋. 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺’𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾.

“𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾.

“𝖫𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝖺𝗁𝖺!” 𝖨 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿, 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄.

𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝗀, 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺. 𝖶𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽. 𝖨 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌. 𝖧o𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍, 𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗉. 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈, 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖨 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖼 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇.

“𝖲𝗈,” 𝖧𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇, “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?” 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.

“𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝖺.” 𝖨 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗒, 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁���� 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋. 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌. 𝖨’𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖨 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾.

“𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋,” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽. “𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗈,” 𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄, “𝖢𝗈𝗅𝖽.” 𝖤𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗍.

“𝖧𝖾𝗋𝖾,” 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌, “𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉!” 𝖶𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌. 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗉 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒, 𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗀, 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇.

𝖶𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗒, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖫𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽.

“𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍,” 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾, 𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉𝗅𝗒, “𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗄𝖺-𝖽𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋-” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁.

“𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝗒,” 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒, “𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝖺𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍!”

“𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾.” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖬𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽.

“𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗄.” 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝖨 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒.

“𝖥𝖠𝖦𝖦𝖮𝖳𝖲!” 𝖠 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌. 𝖢𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅.

“𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄!” 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾.

“𝖦𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌!” 𝖨 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗉𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇?” 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗌.

“𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇.”

𝖶𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋. 𝖨 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝖨’𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗄. 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺. 𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝖽𝗄𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍. 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖨’𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋.

“𝖧𝖾𝗒 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾,” 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌- “𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾?” 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽. 𝖨 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽.

𝖢𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇. 𝖠𝖽𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝖨’𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾, 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.

“𝖸’𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾,” 𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, “𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾.” 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, “𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌.”

“𝖲𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 ‘𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉’ 𝗁𝗎𝗁.” 𝖨 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝖾.

“𝖲𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺.” 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌.

“𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖾𝗆’.” 𝖨 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝖲𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖨’𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾.

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𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 | 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

#the outsiders #sodapop curtis #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #darry curtis #se hinton #coming out #two bit mathews #stevepop #johnny cade #greasers #socs #1980 #1980s movies #1980s aesthetic #queer #lgbtq #sodapop x steve #self discovery #teen angst #slow burn #fandom #fanfiction #fanfic #not my characters

[good-question-love]

I am having an internal debate that goes as follows:

1. would Theo or Liam be more likely to wear a skirt?

part of me really wants to say Theo cuz he wasn't raised with the same heteronormative bullshit that everyone else was and would see one he likes and wear it without really having that 'but it's a girl thing' debate in his head. another part of me thinks Liam would do it out of spite for heteronormativity and homophobes and because he thinks they are great. ahhh.

2. which would would have the worst mental short-circuit after seeing the other in a skirt?

i'm really leaning towards Liam on this one but Theo would absolutely have a ✨moment✨(I also think Theo would be the one to catch on to what is happening and continue wearing the skirts as often as possible)

someone help me please.

#also have a headcanon that theo has like this whole self-discovery period before him and liam get together #thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #boys in skirts #lgbtq #queer #fuck gender (unless you really need it then we will keep it safe)

[transtalesofdoom]

The Ghost in the Mirror: Coming out to Myself

continued from here; long post about realizing I was trans all along. It's a good read, 4 out of 5 stars, recommend.

During the second half of 2023, I tried a different name. Just with my close friends and online, to see how it felt. Not even really for gender reasons, just because a strained relationship with my mother made me dislike my given name. At least that's what I told myself, and to this day I don't know if that was true or not.

Christmas that year was stressful. I spent it at my grandmas and interacted way too much with my family. On the 28th, in between Christmas and New Years, I was up in the guest bathroom, brushing my teeth way too late at night. I looked up at the mirror - and the person I saw was a man.

This had never happened before. There was nothing different about my appearance. I'd had short hair plenty of times before, and the current haircut wasn't recent, either. I had always seen myself in the mirror, and every flaw that came with it. The weird, mostly cis woman shaped blob of mismatched features. But not that night. Not in that very moment.

The person in the mirror was, undeniably, me. But a guy. A dude. A man. I was scared to blink or look away, just in case the moment would pass. I tilted my head. Turned it left and right. After a while, I dare to pull faces and ruffle my hair to change the perception of myself. It stays a dude. At the most extreme, I manage 'genderless bog witch caught at unflattering angle'. But it's still a guy.

And as I look at this version of myself, that looks no different than I usually do, and yet is completely different, it all falls into place. The new name I've been trying, it's the wrong one. The guy in the mirror has a different name, the other name I had been considering. The more masculine of the two.

But what's really, truly astounding, was my face. The same face I had scrutinized in the mirror so many times. The nose too big, the eyes too slim, the mouth too droopy. Until now. Now, out of nowhere, my face made sense. Everything had suddenly come together. This was my face. A guys face. And it looked exactly the way it was meant to be. It just made sense.

And that was the first time I felt gender euphoria.

Of course, finally realizing you're a dude brings a whole new set of questions. Especially if you're not of the binary variety. I'm going to fast-forward you to the conclusion of the next few months of questioning: Gender is unknowable, I trans-cend all mortal labels, but if I have to explain it, I typically go for "trans masculine" and/or "genderqueer", and yes I can still call myself "gay" when looking at women. Everything's gay with the right attitude.

#crimes against the gender convention #trans #transgender #genderqueer #trans masc #queer #nonbinary #enby #nb #lgbtq #trans rights #long post #origin story #gender #gender euphoria #self discovery

[kajaono]

It will be released in June for pride month.

#stat Trek #star trek discovery #star trek picard #star trek lower decks #strange new worlds #gays in space #lgbtq #lgbt representation #queer comics

[pluralprompts]

Prompt #1,621

A system discovers that all of their headmates are some flavor of aspec. The kicker? None of them are the exact same flavor.

#plural system #pluralgang #plurality #pluralprompt #prompt blog #prompt #lgbtq+ #any tone #self discovery #aspec

[littlequeen7]

Writing this here bc I have no one else to talk to about this except for my gay trans little brother (lmao).

I'm 28 and in the past I've been in some pretty fucked up relationships. And my relationship with sex has been incredibly toxic, to the point where I cringe when thinking about ever having sex again. But I also find people like sexually attractive, and can.. get off, so to speak. And I thought I was pansexual before this but now I'm thinking that can't possibly be true if I don't actually want to have sex with people I'm attracted to. So I did a tiny amount of digging and I think I found the labels that feel the most accurate to me? Panromantic and aegosexual. Which, I didn't even know being aegosexual is a thing, but it pretty much sums up my thoughts about sex. So I guess that's what we'll stick with for now? Idk, it is all very confusing, I didn't even realize I was nonbinary til I was like 25 (I didn't know I was even *allowed* to feel like neither gender) and I didn't realize I was "bisexual" (obviously that has changed) til after I graduated high school. Idk, I'm sure the whole autism thing and compulsive heterosexuality has a ton to do with my complete lack of introspection about any of this until recently lol to be quite honest, I didn't even know I was AuDHD til a few years ago either. So the past 5 years have been a huge "getting to know myself" party lol thanks trauma! I know no one will read this but I just wanted to throw it out into the world with people who don't actually know me lol I dread having to explain that to my family members who still can't/refuse to use they/them pronouns for me. So we'll just keep it between me and my brother for now lol queer sibling solidarity 🤘

#and this whole thought process came about bc i was reading a fic and a smut scene started #and i was like again???? can we please just skip this unnecessary BS and go back to the story please lol #so yay for self discoveries? #lgbtq #lgbtqia #acespec #pansexual #panromantic #asexual #aegosexual #autism #audhd