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Tegan squinted. "Well, that went well."

Celina brushed off some loose dirt and ash from her clothes. “On the bright side at least no one died.”

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“We can start going that way.” Tegan smiled and kissed her gently, really just brushing her lips with his, before standing and stretching (lightly) and then turning towards his home.

Celina kissed him lightly and watched him with a bit of worry. She stood and followed Tegan along. “You sure you’re okay? The explosion didn’t cause any damage you aren’t telling me about, did it?”

"Trust me, I'd tell you. My chest is fine, my pants area wasn't touched. And I liked the big poof of smoke anyways." He smiled and offered his hand to her, then started walking home, squeezing her hand.

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“I didn’t have time. I had to start T in June, which was tricky because the therapist wasn’t for it, then I had to have top surgery in July so I could heal up. But I’m a dumb fuck and I’ve popped my stitches a few times so they haven’t been taken out yet.” Tegan’s brain processed the rest of the meaning and he just went “oh”.

“Yeah. Listen, Jorg. It was hard enough to come out to my moms and even though they were cool, I was afraid you’d be all weird? And everyone else at school too. So it wasn’t anything against you, it was just because I didn’t even know there was a word for me and I didn’t know how anyone would take it and everything. I’m sorry, man.”

Jorg watched his friend speak about the process he went through. Was it just him or was he talking at too fast? Regardless he listened, arms slightly crossed and eyes narrowed a tad. Seems like it was a lot of work to change something as theoretical as gender, but he didn’t bother asking or pressing the issue.

He let Tegan continue on his ranting, explaining how he was scared of Jorg’s reaction – though it did hurt that he was scared to tell him, he understood. He gave a small nod, eyes glancing the boy up and down.

“I’m more worried about how bad you smell now.” He said, placing his hands in his pockets.

“You have a change of clothes?” Jorg’s house was closer to the school than Tegans, so if the answer was no, he’d just walk Tegan back to his place and give him the clothes Jorg didn’t fit in to anymore.

"I don't. I wasn't expecting that, and I don't have gym this semester. Can't get infected or move too weird yet." He shrugged and sniffed himself, trying to see where he smelled worst.

"Do you think I could rinse myself off in a bathroom or would that take too long? I've already missed some of first period, I don't want to miss much more."

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“Really? You’ve done nothing wrong?” The shapeshifter made a low, inhuman noise in her throat and glared at him, slowly changing into a dragon. The changes were hardly noticeable now, her eyes had changed and her teeth and mails were sharper. Maybe he’d notice that her hair was thinner and her skin was drying out and crackling, ready to turn into armored scales.

Jorg just blinked at the girl as she began to shift. If she thought he wouldn’t notice then she was wrong.

The changing of pupils was first noticeable – he was making eye contact with her so of course that was noticed.

He just blinked at her, a small grin on his face as she clearly tried to intimidate him.

“I’ve seen hell, and it was prettier than you, so you won’t frighten me into submission.” He held back the urge to call her a bitch – but he figured he would’t push her too much – yet.

Becca just snarled, her skin not changing beyond the subtle shifts. She wasn't going to get violent, at least not until he was violent first. "Really now? If you've seen hell, maybe you'd remember to not mess with the dragons who command the hellfire."

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“I’ll tell you when you apologize.” She crossed her arms and popped her hip, clearly not backing down. And God help him if he mentioned blood, Becca would make sure he saw his own.

He narrowed his gaze at her then. Pushing her luck was clearly the motive she wanted to take. Did she want blood spilt?

“Apologize? I don’t apologize – Besides, I’ve done nothing wrong.”

"Really? You've done nothing wrong?" The shapeshifter made a low, inhuman noise in her throat and glared at him, slowly changing into a dragon. The changes were hardly noticeable now, her eyes had changed and her teeth and mails were sharper. Maybe he'd notice that her hair was thinner and her skin was drying out and crackling, ready to turn into armored scales.

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Tegan watched Jorg cut the other guy and whistled. “Nice job, man. He’s gonna need a few stitches.”

He smiled and shook Jorg’s hand, wincing as his arm moved and shifted his stitches. “Over the summer. I told my mom’s and they got into action. Made everything happen as soon as they could, which was fast cause of my Mama. She gets shit done. How have you been?”

Tegan always had a habit of adding comments Jorg felt we’re useless – and often times ruined the moment. He gave a heavy sigh at Tegan’s comment about cutting the tip of Rike’s ear.

“Yes Yes It was very nice. Now explain.” he said in his typical way. Turning to face his old friend with an expression that spelled confusion. Jorg hesitantly gave his friend his hand – Sh-He had always been a quirky one.

“And you didn’t tell me?” Jorg asked, ignoring his question – Jorg was always the same, harsh and in a bad mood.

"I didn't have time. I had to start T in June, which was tricky because the therapist wasn't for it, then I had to have top surgery in July so I could heal up. But I'm a dumb fuck and I've popped my stitches a few times so they haven't been taken out yet." Tegan's brain processed the rest of the meaning and he just went "oh".

"Yeah. Listen, Jorg. It was hard enough to come out to my moms and even though they were cool, I was afraid you'd be all weird? And everyone else at school too. So it wasn't anything against you, it was just because I didn't even know there was a word for me and I didn't know how anyone would take it and everything. I'm sorry, man."

Tegan squinted. "Well, that went well."

Celina brushed off some loose dirt and ash from her clothes. “On the bright side at least no one died.”

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Celina shook her head at the idea and laughed. “Your moms would kill me if they found me in your bed. They would think we did…‘things.’ Um- How about I make the breakfast this time? I could make my famous fluffy pancakes.”

“I love it when you make pancakes. And my moms know I can’t do those things, I still have to figure out how my bits work.” Tegan kissed her cheek again and took her hand.

“Very true.” Celina smiled softly gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Would you like to head over to your house now or wait a little longer?”

"We can start going that way." Tegan smiled and kissed her gently, really just brushing her lips with his, before standing and stretching (lightly) and then turning towards his home.

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“Some dumbasses trashcanned me. I don’t know why and it’s awful in there.” He stood up and dusted himself off, then looked at Jorg. “How’s it been? I know my chest hurts, I might have popped the stitches, and it’s been hell trying to get everything back in order after surgery.”

He grinned and offered his hand to Jorg. “First day back. Hi, I’m still Tegan, but without the “a” after the “e” and with all my manliness finally here. Well, I’m still trying to get my manliness. Only a month on T and two months post surgery.” He nodded and smiled again, happy to introduce himself properly.

Jorg kicked the trash can, the bell ringing then for them to head back to class. Most of the other’s left, but Rike refused.

“Hur Hur. Tegan? Dude with a pussy seriously?” Jorg didn’t even wait, taking the knife that was in his fist and throwing it at Rike’s head. The blade hit the man’s cheek, giving him a nice clean cut.

“Fuck off Rike before I make sure the only thing between you legs bleeds every month.” It didn’t take much more for the guy to turn and walk away. Jorg turned back to Tegan then, giving her – him his hand to shake it.

“When the fuck did this happen?” He sounded angry, he looked angry but really he was just confused. He’d never seen her – him so happy. The worst part was, the only thing he could focus on was the smell Tegan had coming from him from the garbage can.

Tegan watched Jorg cut the other guy and whistled. "Nice job, man. He's gonna need a few stitches."

He smiled and shook Jorg's hand, wincing as his arm moved and shifted his stitches. "Over the summer. I told my mom's and they got into action. Made everything happen as soon as they could, which was fast cause of my Mama. She gets shit done. How have you been?"

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"Sam, I wanted to ask if I could borrow your- I like the red tips, you should keep them."

“Heheh well babes, you’re the first one t’said so all day!” the face of Samhain grinned, though it wasn’t Samhain at all.

“Do you want to go fuck shit up or not?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips. “Because I know that we can make a lot of trouble in the town.”

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“I’m all up for fuckin’ shit up~” Axel replied wryly, walking past Becca. “Don’t mean I gotta hold hands with ya alla time! C’mon, we’re gonna have us a paaaaarty~”

Becca sighed and followed. “Let’s fuck all the shit up. Where’s the party and why hasn’t it started?”

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“Ooooh jus’ you wait, babes~ We’ll make it happen~”

Sooner or later, the two found themselves in some lonely junkyard, way past midnight. There was howling and yelling and loud music in the distance. Some skinheads had started some bonfires using oil barrels and scrapped cars.

Becca looked around and nodded. “Respectable. Time to get this party started.”

She smiled and whistled, a skinhead coming over. He grinned and looked them over. “How’s it been, Reb? What can I do for ya? Who’s this tall drink'a water?” He pointed at Axel, grinning widely in the low light from the fires.

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“Who’re these fucknuggets?” Axel asked, looking somewhat unimpressed. In Samhain’s body, he was only at 5′7″, but his confidence made him feel 10 feet tall.

“Raf, we need a party. Fuck shit up. Can you do that?” She grinned.

The skinhead nodded. “Anything for Rebel.” He nodded again and scampered off, ready to make a mess. Becca smiled again. “He’s an old friend. Ready to fuck things up and get this party started?”

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“Pfft old? Ya don’t know the meanin’ a’the word..” Axel grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. They were a weird bunch if they weren’t going to say anything about his skeletal arms. Or maybe they thought they were just prosthetics. “Less talkin’ an’ more DOING! Fuckin’ hell, how many times ya gotta ask everyone that??”

“Then go make chaos. Like, just fuck shit up, you don't need my fucking permission.” Becca grinned and ran off to go make trouble.

#yeah we can close it soon #ain't no big shakes

These are all really cute

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So remember, if anyone ever tries to tell you what’s “natural”, laugh the fuck in their face.

source (humoncomics)

Here are a few more:

You know, if you’re someone who’s trying to design a culture for a story or such, be it fantasy or alient sci-fi stuff, these are actually pretty good resources to base the culture off of in aspects of reproduction.

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reblogging for future reference

Aaaaahhhh these are adorable and I just love the huge diversity of reproductive behavior in the world, it’s so much more interesting and awesome than “male penetrates female, the end.”

What colors are my urls? Minty-muses kissmesxftly silentreeducator

Minty muses is really light green and sorta speckled? Kissmesxftly is really vibrant turquoise, with the texture of really smooth granite or marble. Silentreeducator is deep green and purple and feels a little like a plush blanket.

That's precious. When I actually get kissmesxftly back in a fix it so my theme looks like that

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“Maybe you should find out.” Becca sneered.

So That’s the game she wanted to play.

“Maybe you should just tell me. Sounds a bit idiotic to be so upset about something that insignificant.”

"I'll tell you when you apologize." She crossed her arms and popped her hip, clearly not backing down. And God help him if he mentioned blood, Becca would make sure he saw his own.

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I wear glasses. Can I manage without glasses? Well, yes, probably. I could squint a lot, constantly move up close to anything I want to see, take the bus or a taxi if I want to go anywhere. I could just accept that I’ll never be able to see eagles flying in the sky or whales jumping out of the ocean. But why? Why try so hard to manage life when I could just put on a pair of glasses? No one would ever suggest a near-sighted person should just work harder. No one would say ‘Maybe that’s just your normal’ to someone that needs glasses. They would say ‘Let’s go to the eye doctor and get you a prescription so you’re able to see again.’ You shouldn’t have to try so hard.

My doctor (paraphrased), when I expressed doubts about going back on an anti-depressant. (via

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This is such a good analogy because nobody thinks about it like this. If you wear glasses, you literally need constant use of a medical aid to experience the world like most people do. If it were anything besides glasses, that would be considered a disability. But needing glasses is an extremely common, visible, and accepted form of disability to the point that we don’t even consider it one, we just accept that some people need glasses and that’s perfectly normal and there’s nothing wrong with needing to rely on them.

That is how all disabilities and illnesses should be seen, and how we should look at treatment for them. You have a problem, and you need help dealing with it, and there’s nothing wrong with either of those things. That’s perfectly normal and that’s okay.

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Reblogging myself bc ^^that^^ was such a beautiful addition. ~JJ

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There should never be any shame in seeking help.

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#Because I want a tattoo

I finally got my brother to take a selfie with me.

#Look at this cutie and her brother #OMG soup you are fucking cute as hell #adorable

long term effects of emotional abuse:

a distrust in your perceptions

a tendency to be fearful or on guard

self-consciousness or fear of how you are coming across

an inability to be spontaneous

a distrust of people and in future relationships

anger that bursts out unexpectedly

sensitivity to anyone trying to control you

#Um #oh #I think #I think I show a good few of these signs

Adventures in Gardening

So I’m apparently growing squash in my backyard. And I’m growing a tiny spider plant named Kcalb. And I just uprooted and replanted mint so I can have some by the kitchen.

Keep in mind, I literally just tugged up mint stalks/runners from my front garden (cause my mom planted it ages ago not knowing that mint spreads) and I buried the roots of the pulled up mint in a nice little pot in my backyard. I may have killed it, but I got a lot of mint and a lot of roots and they’ll probably take.

So there’s that. I’m growing things. Hopefully they don’t die.

Lol now my hands smell like mint~ guess that's why I'm Minty ^^

Adventures in Gardening

So I'm apparently growing squash in my backyard. And I'm growing a tiny spider plant named Kcalb. And I just uprooted and replanted mint so I can have some by the kitchen.

Keep in mind, I literally just tugged up mint stalks/runners from my front garden (cause my mom planted it ages ago not knowing that mint spreads) and I buried the roots of the pulled up mint in a nice little pot in my backyard. I may have killed it, but I got a lot of mint and a lot of roots and they'll probably take.

So there's that. I'm growing things. Hopefully they don't die.

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