Big Lex "Never Running" Prod by Dj Chose
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there are days that it is hard, and unfair, and some horrible part of me wishes i could have been born in a different world. i love being queer, i hate how others react to it. when i first came out at 15, my mom whispered: please don't say that. your life would be so much harder.
it is harder.
it is also a tuesday, walking my dog. we are both skiving off of work, and yes both of us have dyed hair and pronouns. mine is patchy - it was my first time trying bleach; i didn't have enough. theirs is a resilient toadstool green. a little girl comes up to us and asks um, excuse me? is your hair real? 'cause jason says you're a fairy.
it is sunday brunch, all of us talking over each other, overfull on love. she is trying out a new name today, and we made her a cake with today's name scrawled in shaky purple letters. she laughs so much she cries and then gets frosting in her hair. someone young at a different table keeps giving us these large, wide eyes: the same look we have all been on the other side of. the kind that says, breathless: wait, is that possible?
it is a half-fight in a supermarket because he loves "dance moms" and says abby's tiktok is funny and meanwhile i think the children in that show should be allowed to sue abby lee miller for child abuse. i tell him that it led to the casual acceptance of child harassment for mainly adult views; and then i am standing, suddenly, in someone else's thrown soda. there's a white lady standing there, furious, saying something about hell-on-earth. i had forgotten i was wearing stuff with pride colors. and then it is this: he had just been casually arguing with me - and within an instant, he squares his shoulders and goes after her like i am his sister
on saturday i sat in a circle while beca played with my hair and we were all over 30 and we laughed about how much happier we are being this old, how much more we appreciate our community. 25 minutes from now, we will be on stage to dance in baggy beige clothing, but for now we look on with envy to the dancers in loud-and-bright buttondowns. where are they getting these shirts! i cry, distraught. everyone laughs. one of our friends has a mushroom witch hat. this would have been cringey in high school, probably. instead we are all delighted with each other; happy just to be here and alive and moving
it's that last week my new friends cried with joy for me when they heard i'm getting top surgery. every so often i have the honor of being the first person someone feels comfortable enough to tell. i'm trying to make long fluttery butterfly wings to wear to pride; but i don't know anything about fabric or dye, so my friends have been sending me their personal advice.
i think in a different poem i would talk about how sometimes you walk into a room and put the mask back on. but i'm sleepy and my whole brain is fuzzy so i think in this one, it's a monday, and my dog and i took a nap on a couch, and i had missed texts from friends. i used to wake up lonely. i think this poem is about walking into a room and seeing someone and just knowing, the way you just-know-sometimes, and then giving them that little smile, and seeing them light up with joy and relief. it is how we always seem to be able to find each other in a crowded room. how we always seem to make friends with each other before even we know-it-to-be-true. it is saying: we're very different people; but i belong to you.
it is harder, yes. but it comes with a built-in family.
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Not sure if you really do asks but I wanted to know; how you do your little comics?
They’re so high quality, with the painterly style and all, and you seem to make so many of them!
my ask policy is i'd like to do em better but generally if i dont reply instantly or have an easy answer i'll let them gather dust in the box and fail to ever get to it
luckily for this one i have an easy way out since i can just point you to the post i made on that a while ago which is pretty much entirely still valid
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"Oh. Another me? Hi."
(super sorry if you're not okay with answering doubles of the same muse, feel free to ignore if so!)
@ask-painter
"Huh hi? Another you..? Wait, another me? As in, another pAInter? Where-- how did you even get here...?" There's copies of him out there???
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DT, Alastor, hear me out...
Your babies in one of these bad boys
"O-oh."
Alastor is completely gone. He's laughing his ass off over something so small---yet admittedly clever and funny. To be fair, he hasn't slept in...two days. However, DT seems to genuinely enjoy this.
"It's...a lovely thought, thank you for sharing."
They were struggling not to laugh, but they were damn close to failing.
"..."
"..."
"What-"
"-the-"
"-fuck-"
"-language."
"Sorry."
"...though your swearing is somewhat understandable. Are they both unwell?"
"Hell if I know. But I do know that dad hasn't slept in two days."
"Isn't he normally able to go on for weeks without sleeping?"
"He can, but there is something off about him. Like he's internally freaking out."
"Perhaps it's the weight of being a father settling in?"
"Maybe."
"...guess we got an audience now."
"What are you-oh."
Immediately, Mordecai's pupils dilated much more upon noticing that Bella was watching him. It was a sweet sentiment, and Sam just smiled down when Castiel looked up at her.
"Mhm. These lil guys...buncha cuties."
"Hm...Alastor and Double Trouble should get some rest, though. Specifically Alastor. I haven't seen Double Trouble fatigued as of late, which is good I suppose. Alastor..."
"He really should get rest: but first I wanna know what's going on with him."
"Be my guest: you are his eldest daughter after all."
"...yeah..."
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Yo!
Name’s Maxi (she/they) and am over 18 ✌️
Trans, pansexual, multiracial (native/african american plus white)
I do baking, silly little doodles, manga, running, lego builds (all my lego stuff is over @bababricksheep though) and I’ll show off my pets when I can!
I also have a gimmick account @i-identify-lego-sets-in-posts which does just that, that one’s pretty cool if I do say so myself!
When I do post here are my blog specific tags:
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*sniff* M-MIKEY PLEASE COME BACK 😖
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-@raph-reign17
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Reminder: somewhere out there, we have run over ballas with a car. we have trapped his conscience in a jar and donated him to an old nursing home where he has to hear old people talk about normal things that he cant control because hes literally just a jar (hes just some decoration in some place and he is unable to do anything but listen). we threw him to the helminth. we locked him in a room with nothing but mint chocolate flavored abominations that shouldn’t exist.
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Sometimes I think about this fanfic that had a Headcanon about Natsu's hair is pink bc of uh something (it was like the power that made him end) so in this fic he was coming to terms with his hair now being black, like Zeref's, and I wish I could give you a link but it was so long ago
LITERALLY NO NEED BECAUSE I KNOW THAT THEORY AND FUCKIN LOVE IT.
The theory went that Natsu's hair, originally before he was revived, was black and it was the etherion Zeref used in his revival that turned his hair pink.
It was a theory that popped up around tartarus' end using Wendy's own ethernano powered dragon force transformation as evidence (and also to provide a reason as to why Natsu and Zeref hardly look the same before that one flashback of the parents dropped).
It's quite literally my most favourite ft theory ever of Natsu's hair being black in the past. Even if canon basically held a gun to the back of its head and shot it in the dark I still adore it. I packed that theory lunch, I gave it my blessing and I picked it up from football practice.
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