Gonna sound like a piece of shit for a minute but can upper middle class white people with money and supportive families and good childhoods not be fucking surprised when I'm obviously internally rolling my eyes at them for their biggest struggle being trans with a supportive family and depressed with money? Like stfu bro let's switch places
And don't even be like, oooh being trans is soooo scary when you grew up affluent in a liberal city with supportive parents ARE WHITE, THE SAFEST KIND OF TRANS
Like poc trans ppl are the main targets you fucking idiot, not your rich white ass
Shut the entire FUCK UP about how scary it is and how fucking HARD DEPRESSION IS
I FUCKING WISH I COULD BE DEPRESSED IN A MANSION WITHOUT WORRYING ABOUT MONEY
LETS SWITCH PLACES
Some of yall privileged fuckers would have broken YEARS AGO in my shoes and then you want my fucking SYMPATHY?????
SHUT UP
Give me your fucking money lmfao
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a little something about Dorcas and Regulus being bff besties
“Go with me to Slughorns Christmas party” Regulus looked up, an eyebrow raised, the light from the nearby window catching his face. She wondered if he had positioned himself there on purpose. Probably, its what she would do, anyway.
Slowly, his face widened into a smirk. “You want to make Marlene jealous”
“What?” she answered, caught of guard, how the fuck had he figured it out that quickly? “of course not, it’s for political clout.”
“Darling Dorcas”, he drawled. “You and I both know you can do things for more than one reason. So what? You and the lion had a fight?” He was openly grinning at her now, the bastard. Fine, he wanted details, he was going to get them.
“Fine. Yes, we had a fight, so, you and I are going to show up to Sluggys party looking gorgeous and untouchable together and spread rumours that we’re dating, although if anyone outright asks just smile prettily and avoid the question, and it is going to make Marlene so jealous that she is going to beg me for forgiveness and when I, graciously decide to give it to her after a period of watching her squirm she is going to tear my clothes off of me and we are going to have relentless make-up sex."
Regulus was no longer smiling. Good.
“Do I need to describe the unholy things I want her to do to me or is that enough detail for you?”
“No, no, that’s enough.” He was now wearing the face she usually associated with him being poisoned.
Ha. Point to Dorcas.
“So, these outfits that we are going to look gorgeous and untouchable in, I assume I’m paying for?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, you’re only paying for the fabric, I’m going to make them. Marlene will be able to tell I made yours and it will drive her crazy.”
Regulus looked at her, shadow of a smirk back on his face
“And you’re sure you’re just having sex, there’s nothing else going on there? Really?”
She narrowed her eyes
“I want her to push me against a wall and swirl her tongue around my-“
“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” The look of horror on his face was almost enough to make up for his stupid comment.
She still glared at him as she took out several magazines advertising fabrics. She was going to make him buy extra expensive ones, just for that. Well, it wasn’t like she wasn’t going to do that anyway, but still.
“Also, I thought you said you weren’t using me for political clout?”
She raised an eyebrow.
“I actually said I wouldn’t lower myself to fake laughing at your asinine jokes for political clout but given that I actually like you- despite my best intentions I assure you, I have no issue mining you for as much political clout as possible. It might even make my parents happy. Perish the thought.”
“Ah” Regulus said wryly, “the ever out of reach and unattainable parental approval.”
“Exactly. So glad you understand.” She glanced up at the fading sunlight coming through the window, angling her chair so it would make a halo of light around her hair, and went back to marking fabrics in the magazines.
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