So There's A Really Specific Type Of Fic I LOVE But Struggle To Find, As I Don't Know The Tag (or If

god forbid 5000 year old girls do anything

Voices

It lingers there in the back of my mind, dormant, dark, so far from alone, poisoning me from the inside out, her voice, his, in the back of my head. Then mine. It slithers, hidden, through the back of my mind, blood, cuts, burns, fill me up inside, spilling through the cracks of my skin, death's voice, mine, in the back of my head. Then theirs. It crowds, insistent, in the back of my mind, hatred, abuse, all bundled as one, tearing me from the place I call safe, their voices, all, in the back of my head.

This poem is about my experience being trans in a household where being out could be potentially unsafe, and hearing people around me that are meant to protect, nurture and support me insult and make fun of people like me. It talks about bad coping mechanism, and how when I try to escape online to people who accept and understand me, despite having no idea who I am, there are always bigots there to insult and degrade me for something I have no choice over. That and given the current situation in the UK, I think all us trans and LGBTQIAP+ people could do with a break, soooo yeah! Feel free to vent in the comment, but please be kind. Now more than ever, we must stick together. Stay safe out there! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈♥️

Am I the good boy? Really??

So I have a folder on my notepad that I keep fanfic ideas in, and just...

WTF DOES THAT MEAN????? That could have been a perfectly serviceable fic idea and I will NEVER KNOW!!! Just, why? Why wind turbines?

I am so bloody confused istg-

I have never once wished for Tolkien to still be alive as much as I do in this moment

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