#any. way.

[frankenshane]

due to [unspecified mechanical error] [pa system static] the bart across the bay will begin again in [pa system static] minutes. thank you for your patience at this time.

[prises-de-fer]

It is wild some of the things a transition will do to you. For example, apropos of absolutely nothing, a man drops his voice and calls you ‘baby?’

Pre-transition, 120 lbs. soaking wet, late teens, completely dolled up to go to the bar: for legal reasons it wasn’t me that boiled with rage and smacked his stupid face on the bar top.

5+ years on HRT, 180 lbs., early thirties, still wearing suit pants and undershirt from a long day: for dignity reasons it wasn’t me whose stomach flipped and asked him to say it again.

[rocket-angel]

it’s happening

[maschotch]

[scarfbond]

Anonymous asked: "I've a wonder, dear Hero, if you would be so kind as to indulge me." Speaks a voice, its sound like the chime of a small silver bell. "You were brought into this world and left alone, under the supervision of strangers and other children peers. Yet, after you awaken as the legendary Hero reborn, you are expected to take up his mantle and perform his duty. Has anyone ever asked you what you wanted, dear Hero? Does your soul tire of the cycle you're doomed to repeat?"

a devote man would believe the goddess to have come from the heavens ; down to their mortal realm, where the dirt stains your clothes & the smell of blood never seems to leave your nose. a fearful man would believe himself going insane ; driven to the brink of his sanity by the cruelty of fate, so intertwined in all life, from kings to farmers to the forgotten ones.

what, then, would that make him?

it's like a song, he thinks, the way the silver bell chimes. it reminds him, he thinks, of nothing. not nothing, not in the sense that nothing, at all, comes to mind. no, that would be a blessing, something soft. it reminds him, in particular, of a time he stared across the battlefield. his eyes glassy, a dead-man within a husk of body, across the remains of casualties, allies & enemies alike, scorched earth & blood already drying in the light of a setting sun opposing him.

it had been deathly silent, then. no one dared to speak, no one dared to reach out to him, as he stood there counting the ways he hated this. how he hates war, fighting, anger, fear, courage. how he hates the way he refuses to back down, even as the pit in his gut grows & grows & grows.

something in him tells him he was never meant for this. but that, it just a wish.

there's a truth in the back of his throat. scratching, whining, clawing, desperate. it wants out, free, to breathe.

what does one expect to get from this? asking him such stupid, silly questions. no one's ever asked him, they don't need to. in the end, it never matters, does it? he remembers the orphanage, the children that teased him, a stuttering voice that couldn't defend itself. the adults who looked at him, him, as if he was the bad omen. he remembers being given his name in hopes of garnering some good fortune.

he wonders, in the dead of night, if he was named something different, would he still be the hero. ( of course, he thinks, everything would still play out the same. it doesn't work that way. )

his answer is quiet, soft & there's something underneath it that can't quite be identified, " no. "

why he answers, he's not sure. normally, he'd react with the same silent voice & stare before walking away, ignoring the confused murmurs of those that expect something, anything, from him, only to get nothing. there's that word again -- nothing. that's truly, all this is.

this time, something compelled him to, he still doesn't know. but, he doesn't elaborate ; there's a twist in his chest eerily similar to fear at the thought of going further.

if he goes further, he'd reveal too much. something that speaks too true, & he's not quite ready for that, he thinks.

[nikolaj-costerwaldau]

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[glitchkitsch]

fun fact, the only reason i ever watched spn back in the day is because i had just read good omens for the first time (this was in 2010) and became immediately obsessed and my then-best friend used this to convince me to watch spn because 'there's a gay angel and a demon called crowley in it!'

I stuck with it longer than I actually enjoyed it but she absolutely baited me with that and I was sitting there the whole time like 'so when does the angel get gayer'

their crowley was fun though