#teen experiences

[wronggalaxy]

I thought the youth were supposed to be innocent and a bit oblivious. Looking to the future with hope and expectation. Full of hubris and want.

I just spend my free time crying in bed. My school days stumbling from room to room to sleep on a new desk. Speech and Debate trips trying to emulate my rivals from richer schools with their perfect words and exact movements, and hurting myself when I fail.

I do not know what is true anymore. My pain or others ease.

I really don't think I was made for this world.

[simplyjustagirlsblog]

[inkskinned]

the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.

sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.

you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.

it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.

but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.

they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.

they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.

barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.

and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.

but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.

they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!

this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.

[hexjulia]

"I am going to put a stop to your fornication with the sea. She belongs to me."

-- Spartan general Callicratidas to general Conon of Athens for various reasons but none that justify this phrasing.

[jubshead]

William Kaplan’s parents went from religious, responsible cute son to my chemical romance

[scramratz]

How did y’all choose your names? Was it just trial and error?

[a11eya]

You’ve been dating Bakugou for almost a year now, and it’s been nice keeping the relationship to yourselves. 

So it comes as a big surprise to you when Bakugou brings up telling your friends about the two of you. And eventually going public about the two of you.

“You can take care of yourself,” Bakugou says, more to himself than you at this point, as you’re barely listening. You’re both relaxed on his couch, decompressing from work, and he has your legs in his lap. 

He runs a hand up and down the length of your thigh, slowly, measured. He's not thinking about what he’s doing to you, you can tell. His touch makes you warm, interested. In the glide of his hands, the sharp angle of his jaw. In the curve of his bicep. Not in this conversation.

You try to focus. The both of you have been pro heroes for years, now, and both your quirks are offensive ones. Strong. It’s something you’re grateful for. (Though some days are still spent worrying about him, keeping you on edge, jagged. The nights when you wake up to him sleepless and sitting up in bed beside you, hand cupping the pulse in the side of your neck, are somehow worse.)

That's probably what he’s thinking about—that if your relationship got out beyond your friends that villains or enemies would think to use you against each other. And he’s saying they would think twice, knowing your reputations. That if either of you were civilians, or not at the top of your game, being open about your relationship wouldn’t be an option. 

He's always respected your strength. It’s one of the things that made you fall for him. 

Bakugou scowls. “And s’annoying dealing with Shitty Hair’s questions. He’s been irritating since Halloween.”

“You think he saw us?” you ask. The two of you had gotten a little careless towards the end of the night, sneaking off to a corner of Midoriya’s apartment to let your hands wander. 

Bakugou rolls his eyes, shrugs. “If we tell him, he’ll stop being such a goddamn pain.”

He glances at you, waiting. His hand stops its movement, instead gently squeezing the meat of your thigh. You watch him watch the indents his fingers make in your skin, the satisfaction that settles on his face as he touches you. 

Your stomach flutters. He has to be doing this on purpose. 

What were you talking about again? 

“We can tell our friends,” you finally manage. “I don't mind, though you know Kaminari’s gonna tease and Midoriya and Kirishima might be upset you didn’t tell them sooner. But maybe we keep it private from the public for a little longer? If that’s okay?”

“…Okay,” he says after a long moment. 

It is okay—at least for a couple more months. Your friends are as sweet (and obnoxious) as you expected them to be, upon hearing the news. 

Recently, though, Bakugou's been acting differently when the two of you are out and about. He's less careful about wearing a mask to hide his face, and he’s stopped wearing hats to hide that distinctive blond hair of his. 

He used to lean out of frame of photos and videos you’d post to social media of things you’d do together, food you’d eat at meals together. But these days, you’ve had to make a real effort to only get footage of him that’s below the neck. 

You’re not sure what he’s thinking. Maybe he’s just tired of having to be lowkey, now that both your friends know. If that’s the case, you get it. Sometimes, you can’t be bothered about concealing your identity too. 

Bakugou sits across from you, watching as you pull out your phone to take some pictures of the food in front of you. 

You first came to this cafe together a year ago, and despite the owner recognizing the both of you, she was discreet. Respectful. She even makes sure her staff seats you so that you have the most privacy. It’s one of your favorite places to grab a drink, a little dessert. 

Smiling to yourself, you begin recording a short video, panning over your food. 

Suddenly, Bakugou ducks his head so that his face is in frame of your video. His mouth is turned down in a ferocious scowl. 

“Katsuki!” you exclaim. You stop recording, shaking your head in bewilderment. “What’re you doing?”

“Tired of this soft launch bullshit,” he grumbles, and your eyes widen. “You ashamed of me or what.”

“What? I'm not!” you say, suppressing the laughter bubbling up in you, trying to escape. You’re failing miserably, a smile stretching your lips, and it only makes him scowl harder.

“How do you even know what a soft launch is?” you manage after a moment, regaining your composure. Bakugou's rarely on social media—his PR team controls all of that, as he has zero interest. 

“Soy Sauce Face and Shitty Hair were talking about it,” Bakugou says. A very subtle expression you identify as embarrassment flashes across his face. “Some singer they follow started dating someone or whatever.” 

“Soft launches are only a thing if people don’t know who I’m dating,” you tell him, tapping your foot against his under the table. “Everyone who matters knows that I’m yours.”

You watch his face, looking for any sign that he’s still bothered. Bakugou can be unpredictable about things when it comes to dating, you’ve found. With most everything he’s loud and unfiltered. Direct. So you know it’s when he’s trying to hide things, hide how he’s feeling, that it’s important to pay attention.

“We can go public if you want,” you say a little more quietly, looking into his eyes. 

“If you want,” he says gruffly, reaching over to pinch your cheek. 

You wince exaggeratedly to make him let go, and then you turn your face into his hand. You smile. “Okay. Let’s tell Japan.”

[secretsimpleness]

Sometimes I want to bring Morrigan but then I remember I play as a face-tanking rogue and I bring Wynne. Warden Cousland, Morrigan, Wynne / Dragon Age Origins (c) Bioware

[squidpedia]

world’s silliest ambassador

mentioned this a long time ago but im bringing it back, i still just like imagining they just open their wardrobe everyday and wears the first three things they see, which on most days is perfectly alright but on other days should be considered a crime against fashionkind, they won’t knock a funky clothing combo until they’ve worn it for a day

[rocketboots564]

So like, I just finished the black light party episode of s3 and…

Stiles 100% needs to kiss a dude.

Like buddy… are you kidding me?

Not to mentions these scenes

Stiles, I know you have a crush on Lydia, but really man?

Your closet is made of glass and has neon signs that say “Bi Boy Inside: do not tap the glass”

GET OUT

If anyone has some fics dedicated to Stiles finding out he’s bisexual I NEED them. No joke.

[wronggalaxy]

Me, on Google cause my doctors suck: Why haven't I had a period in two years?

Google: "Going through menopause is a totally normal thing—"

"Got your first period and now you've been waiting a couple months for your second? Well this is nothing to worry about. In fact—"

Me, a fifteen year old:

[ithinkdogshouldvote]

Scary Terry lifecycle

[miloway]

Spent a solid 10 minutes making this, only to describe a hyper specific thing I experienced as a pre-teen, I hope this finds you well, any other ninjago/glitter force combo fans

[macksartblock]

your dndads s2 art makes me so sad I love it so much I need those weird teens to be happy for once they deserve a break </3

i need them to go on a weekend-long field trip it's the only thing that will bring me peace

[many-gay-magpies]

teen wolf is essentially a show where all the bad guys look at little golden boy scott mccall and say "you will stoop to our level eventually, naïve child". then scott looks at all of them, goes "no. fuck you," and does it better than them.

[helps-the-writing-brain-go]

I'm supposed to be working on smth, (and I totally am, I swear!!!) BUT a little cheat break? As a treat?

Imagine:

Billy gets used to playing adult. This kid balances a job, pays his bills and taxes on time and runs a (possibly fraudulent) company with his not-really-his-uncle Uncle Dudley and runs a superhero outfit with his family, the kid learns to juggle keeping his identity secret along with the rest of the madness in his life. Entirely his circus populated by all his monkeys.

Except-

He might have gotten too used to it? Billy has been balancing and hiding since he was 7. He'd worked with the League, made friends, passed down the hard won lessons to his own Shazamily and kept saving the day and the world.

He'd MEANT to tell them when he was 18. But he kind of...forgot? There was an alien invasion that year! Sue him!

So he keeps getting interrupted and keeps putting it off and what do you know, the man is in 30s before you know it. The rest of the (human) members of the League are pushing 60, 70 even.

Some of them have retired and Billy visits them at home (in civilian dress because he now has a whole host of spells he'd learned and is working on becoming the Wizard)

He'd helped inaugurate some Teen Titans and Young Justice members into the actual League itself!

After a certain year, he'd even begun detransforming since his adult self looks very much like Marvel, though he retains a kind of identity interference spell just to mess with Batman bc he wants to see how long he can keep the gag of him not knowing his identity going.

No one thinks anything of it, thinking he's like Wonder Woman, mostly unaging but can power up and down.

Well, at least until the newest Robin (Damian is batman at this point maybe?) Is climbing on the ceiling and realises...Powered down Cap has grey in his hair.