destiel || out of the woods bridge

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destiel || out of the woods bridge
You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.
You decide it’s best to find out what you can about this person. Cautiously, you approach his desk. He’s a handsome man, tall, but with a disarming smile. How could such a friendly guy with such cute, dorky glasses be dangerous?
You extend your hand. “I noticed you’re new here. What’s your name?”
He shakes your hand warmly. His gaze is piercing, as if he’s looking right through you. “The name’s Clark,” he says. “So, how long have you worked for the Daily Planet?”
This one wins.
It’s been a few weeks, and one of Clark’s friends shows up. She’s pretty and all, enough muscle that she must work out. First thought would be that she should be maybe a 6.
Clark’s introducing her around. “This is my good friend, Diana, she’s in from out of town.”
You blink, and take a step back in fear. You’ve never seen an 11 before.
The day Bruce Wayne shows up for his long promised interview with Lois Lane, you can’t help it, the mug your holding drops from your fingers and sends a shock of hot coffee and ceramic shards across the floor.
Clark stops a few feet away and squints at you worriedly from behind those ridiculous glasses you’re 99% sure he doesn’t actually need, and asks tentatively, “Everything all right?”
You ignore him in favor of staring at the inky dark numerals hovering over the beaming fool gesticulating some fantastic yacht story for a gaggle of secretaries and minor columnists.
That’s it. Your gift has officially gone haywire. There is no other explanation. Because there is absolutely no way that Brucie Wayne is a 10.
At this point, you’ve seen it all. Miled manner reporters and billionaires at a 10 and a model-like woman at 11. You were really starting to doubt your power. The day you really stopped believeing in it was when Bruce Wayne came for another visit, and this time with a kid. The kid couldn’t be more than 10 years old, a bit on the short side.
He was an 8.
The day you started believing in it again was when you saw on tv the formation of something called the justice league.
There were those same numbers over superman, batman, wonder woman and robin. That’s when you put two and two together. You wonder how nobody at the daily planet noticed that Clarke was Superman with glasses. You wonder why you didn’t notice. You wonder why nobody put two and two together that Diana Prince and Wonder Woman looked exactly the same. You look in the mirror as the realization hit you and you see your own number change from a 3 to a 9.
I don’t think I’ve ever actually reblogged this magnificent post and that’s shame.
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let it be known that i touch grass frequently and I’m still like this.
Part of what is so incredibly frustrating to me about transphobia is that trans studies COULD be the next twin studies, if only people would stop being such fucking assholes about it
For context
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Being supportive of trans people and involving us in research about our medical care legitimately has the ability to revolutionize our ability to study human biology, specifically in terms of hormones, cell biology, genetics, neuroscience, and nature vs. nurture - all of which are fields we are just only barely beginning to understand!!!
But nooooooo, that would be too easy and useful and potentially medically revolutionary
Not to mention, you know. Letting us revolutionize medical care for trans and nonbinary people in the process
So ready for whenever researchers, scientists, medical institutions, governments, and society to finally decide to extract their heads from their massive transphobic assholes about this
Whenever I see a study conclude that “women are more likely to have this illness. We are unsure if this is because of the uterus, estrogen, xx chromosomes, or other sex-linked traits” I’m like
“HEY. I have an idea for what populations you could check this with! If we could set down the pitchforks for a moment!!!!!”
Yeah really!!!!!!!!!
"We have an incredibly shallow understanding of how hormones interact with the brain and body, in large part because it's so impossible to isolate them from every other possible factor"
GEE, SUCH A SHAME there aren't literally thousands of people would leap at the chance to help you start researching that-- oh, wait--
I feel a bit like that "Climate scientists remind world clean energy tech ready to go whenever" comic
"Trans people remind scientists about a ton of cool, revolutionary medical research ready to start literally whenever"
Welp. Someday, it'll be really cool. Hopefully sooner rather than later
Emos & scene kids got this close to abolishing gender for real. I try not to think about it too much.
The idea of a popular teenage subculture where girl & boys pretty much all dress the same feels impossible now but for a while it was reality and it was beautiful.
BAD NEWS: it will not be the same forever
GOOD NEWS: it will not be the same forever
Remember to eat. Gotta feed and fuel your you!
partially-managed mental illness is so fucking funny i'll be sitting around doing my job and suddenly think "wow i hate myself" and immediately get confused because, like, that's not TRUE! i love myself so much. who are you to talk to me like that
just pinned a girl to the fourth wall
*uses an em dash and a colon in the same sentence* we're done when i say we're done.
“What if poor people abuse the system?”
The system intrinsically abuses poor people.
Hope this helps.
"What if poor people abuse the system?"
Rich people abuse the system far more and out of pure greed, not necessity or desperation so idrc about that
learning that addiction is a progressive narrowing of the range of things that make one happy was kinda life changing for me. i apply it to everything not even just addiction i am always checking to ask if i am narrowing my range of happiness or widening it
always good to check whether your coping strategy has become something that needs its own coping strategies