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ColdSaturn

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THEY DEHUMANIZE THEIR VICTIMS, WE HUMANIZE THE KILLERS. CREDITS: Icon: Ally Hills
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Anonymous asked:

Why do you like birds so much ?

fdsfjdsfjkf93723679267-deactiva answered:

b o i

HAVE YOU SEEN BIRDS.

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michaelshadow7779

Elegence, Grace, Pecking Out Your Face

#birbs#WE'LL HAVE FIFTY-SEVEN#MY HEART
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i. I absolutely cannot stand the snares of your hands, or how I catch myself on your barbed wire mouth, when I choke on your gasoline voice, or cut myself on your switchblade fingers. I loathe these weapons of yours more than I loathe the actual tangible knifes you keep hidden under your sleeves. I hate that somebody did something so awful to you that you were forced to wear hatred as a second skin. I hate myself more that I wasn’t there to shield you from it. ii. I wonder how different our lives would be if we had been switched. Me: Andrew. You: Aaron. Me: Given up on. You: Kept. Would everything turn out the same? Would we have led completely different lives? Would we be broken again? Made whole? (Would she have hit you, too?) (Would he have used me, too?) iii. I hear the way people talk about you when you’re not there. Like you’re this awful thing. Like they’ve taken a bite out of you and realized you’ve gone bad in the middle. When they speak, they’re trying to get the taste of you out of their mouths, Spitting and spitting until there’s nothing left to expel. Sometimes I want to say something. Sometimes I want to argue. But we come from the same batch, after all. How can I argue when I taste just as bad as you do? iv. I went to the Circle K around the corner one night and bought myself a pack of cigarettes: the same brand you use. I stood outside and popped one in my mouth, lit it with unpracticed hands. I had seen you do this so often, I thought maybe it would come almost naturally, like I had been the one catching fire to things all these years instead of you. But the weight of it felt so wrong between my fingers, the motions unfitting for me, the taste acidic and raw and awful. It reminded me too much of him—of that stray dog that follows you around all day—and less like you, less like home. I’m trying to understand this. I’m trying to be okay with you-and-him. But there are some things that people shouldn’t get in the way of. This was one of them. The box cost $7.89 and screamed your name. I didn’t even hesitate when I threw it away. v. Every once and a while I’ll dream about that night. Sometimes it’s me instead of you, or I can’t move at all and I’m forced to watch, or I beat him over and over but he keeps getting back up. Either way, the entire time you’re just laughing. Like I told a joke and you think it’s the funniest thing in the world. I’m beating him to death and sloshing his blood around and you’re laughing like you’re at a comedy show. Whenever I wake up from those dreams, I never want to sleep ever again. vi. I never understand our fights. Normal people throw around words they don’t mean and slam doors they would usually leave ajar. But us? We fight like our lives are on the line. We fight like it’s a race and there’s only one winner. You leave me aching and I leave you waterlogged. We become such ferocious animals, all sharp teeth and heavy claws, ripping and tearing without a care to give. The entire world comes to a stop when we have even the slightest disagreement, a spotlight shining down to showcase our own personal brand of hate. I sometimes wonder if that’s us making up for lost time. All those years we never got to spend fighting like brothers. Maybe we’re finally making up for that. Maybe we’re trying to meet our quota before our time is up. Before we can’t fight anymore. vii. One time when you weren’t looking, I stole one of your pills. I saved it for when you wouldn’t be around and swallowed it dry, felt it run down my throat. I thought that if they made you smile all the time, maybe they’d make me smile, too. But all I felt was this hallow ache in my chest, like something bad had grabbed hold of me from the inside. I was used to flying high, higher than most people would dream to go, But this was just wrong on so many levels. It lasted only four hours before I started to wind down, but that was one of the longest four hours of my life. I wasn’t happy. But I smiled anyway. I couldn’t stop. My cheeks hurt after. I think I understood you a little better after that day. viii. I voted to name your cat Sir Fat Cat McCatterson. And I’m not even sorry. ix. (I’m sorry.) x. I love you.

Ten Things Aaron Wants To Tell Andrew (But Never Will)

#the foxhole court#tfc fanfiction#twinyards#my feeeeels#my heart#aaron defense squad
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Aaron Minyard can name every muscle in the human body, every attachment, insertion and action.

He knows every element and atomic number on the periodic table.

Aaron Minyard doesn’t need a GPA to know that he’s smart.

“Minyards never get higher than rock bottom.”

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Aaron wonders which is worse - a dead mother who is your abuser, or a living mother who chooses your abuser over you.   like, I don’t even know what to say to this. just. @everythingthatmatters

#the foxhole court#tfc fanfiction#tfc headcanon#how do I fucking tag this#my heart#abuse tw
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So someone sent @wesawbears a prompt for trans!Jeremy but she didn’t feel comfortable writing it as a cisgender woman so she passed the prompt on to me and honestly I was really hesitant to write it. I said yes immediately but like I’m terrified of contributing to fandom. But like, if I can contribute anything it’s a trans headcanon. So hopefully it doesn’t suck. Here you go:

He doesn’t know right away. He doesn’t know it from the moment he can think, or from the moment he understood the differences between boys and girls.

Jeremy doesn’t really realize he’s trans until he realizes that transgender even exists.

It’s not that he was ignorant, or in denial. But the word “transgender” just wasn’t something that got brought up in casual conversation. He never had the chance to ask his mom or dad “what does transgender mean?” and so he never realized that he could be anything but what he’d been raised to be.

Then he got to college and suddenly a whole new world opened up to him. The world was suddenly much bigger than his family, much bigger than his home, and it was almost overwhelming. But at the same time, it felt like freedom.

He first hears the word at USC’s LGBTQ+ group, which of course he started attending right away because even if he had no idea what he was, he knew that this was where he belonged. He used the term queer for a while because he didn’t really know what else to call himself.

Then one of the other students starts talking about transitioning and Jeremy gets really confused.

“Transitioning from what?” he asks, earning confusing and gentle reprimands from everyone in the group. That’s when he learns what the word transgender means and suddenly, something clicks.

It wasn’t necessarily that he felt like a boy. But once Jeremy figured out that it was an option, he understood why he’d always felt just a little off for his whole life. He never tried to be a boy, but he knew he wasn’t a girl. When that student talked about their transition, Jeremy knew what he had to do.

He changed his name the next day, but the only people he told were Laila, Alvarez, and the kids in the group. He knew he could trust them, but what about the rest of his team? Sure they were okay with people who weren’t straight, but this whole trans thing, that was a whole other thing.

Alvarez was the best friend Jeremy could have asked for. She supported him, she never let anyone screw up his pronouns (that he was out to) without them catching hell for it, and she even bought him his first chest binder.

“If I ever catch you wearing it during practice or during a game though, I’m going to kick your ass.”

Alvarez is the ultimate friend, honestly.

Jeremy starts cutting his hair shorter and shorter, and he slowly trades almost all of his “girl” clothes for “guy” clothes. There are a few nicer outfits he keeps for banquets because no way in hell is he going to try to explain to any of the other exy teams, or even the board, about his situation.

And then suddenly he’s in his junior year and he feels so trapped. He isn’t out to everyone, he can’t fully present himself as a male, and even when he tries outside of campus, so much of him is so light and feminine and gentle that people can’t see the real him underneath it. He tries to “man up” but god it’s so hard and it’s not him. He isn’t masculine, he isn’t a Bro. He’s happy and he’s fun and he’s sweet and gentle and kind and he’s everything a boy isn’t supposed to be but he knows that he’s still a boy damn it. He knows, and he doesn’t understand why no one else can see that.

And then…then it gets to the point where he can’t fight it anymore. He can’t stay stuck in this weird halfway point. He’s just been elected captain, and he’s standing there in front of his team, and he just…blurts it out. And before he can take it back and tell everyone he was totally kidding hahaha, everyone is gathering around him and crushing him in a giant group hug because boy or girl or nonbinary Jeremy Knox is a TROJAN and that means something.

so Jeremy Knox reveals himself to his team, and then to campus, and then to the board. he starts hormones and it’s such a relief when his voice deepens and his jaw becomes more well defined and he gets facial hair and now people can see what he feels. it’s the best feeling in the world.

the only thing that surpasses that feeling is when Jean calls him his boyfriend for the first time and Jeremy legitimately cries because he loves this boy so much and this boy loves him back and he doesn’t care that Jeremy is different, because they’re all different, and it’s just a part of what makes Jeremy beautiful.

#the foxhole court#tfc headcanon#my heart
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