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Trans rights you fuckers. Y’all know who you are.

Just clogging your tags before you can clog the toilets with all your shit. No need to thank me, terfs <3

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if this post reaches 13k notes (including at least 700 reblogs) before june 6, i’ll come out to all of my closest friends as nonbinary

if this post reaches 30k notes (including at least 12k reblogs) before june 6, i’ll tell all of my closest friends that my my preferred name is jaimiee

setting the goal so high only because i’m scared

yes, it’s safe for me to come out to my friends, it won’t put me in a dangerous situation. yes, i kind of want to, so reaching my goal won’t pressure me into doing something i rlly don’t want to do. yes, i might delete this post if i chicken out or i might just not do it even tho ive reached the note goal, i dont think neither of those will happen tho

edit: spam reblogs are allowed, be aware of the post limit thooo

edit 2: maybe i shouldn’t have allowed spam reblogs because @ravensncrowsx is abusing that button sobbb

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”i asked chat gpt” okay well i just walked up to you and… i asked. i asked if you wanted to be my friend. and you said yes. you said yes. it was the best thing i've ever done.

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The concept of Mike never even attempting to get back into the dating scene post-canon because he feels like he has to remain loyal to El now that she's dead because deep down he knows that he was never truly loyal to her while she was still alive and Will breaking hearts left and right because no matter how hard he tries he just can't stop searching for Mike in every man that he dates.

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Mike Wheeler definitely went through the "Will can't possibly be gay, he's just too good to be something so rotten. There's no way he's as awful of a person as me → If Will, of all people, were to be gay, then that would mean that being gay can't possibly be bad... he's just too good to ever be something that is bad. Will being gay would mean that me being gay isn't actually something to be ashamed of → Will is gay, just like me. And as it turns out, we both think the same awful things about ourselves sometimes. If only Will knew that none of those things he thinks about himself are true. But does that mean that the awful things I think about myself aren't true either?" pipeline and I will die on this hill.

via @reluctantbylerblog

You. Keep talking.

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"Mike fell in love with Will's feelings for him" is a rather shallow interpretation of the van scene, if you ask me. Mike isn't in love with Will's feelings for him, he's in love with Will as a person. But there's even more to it than that, so let's talk about it.

Mike is in love with the way Will makes him feel.

See that look on his face? That isn't the face of someone who just fell in love with his best friend, it's the face of someone who just fell in love with the version of himself that his best friend sees whenever he looks at him — not in the sense that Mike is romantically attracted to himself (lol), but in the sense that he loves the person Will believes him to be, aka the person that he *is* when he's with Will... if that's not the most romantic shit ever, I don't know what is.

And if there's anything I'm certain of, it's that Will's painting and his speech in the back of that pizza van was exactly what Mike needed to finally start believing in himself and his ability to embrace and embody that version of himself. Something about that speech and the implications of it totally rewired Mike's brain chemistry and immediately made him go from believing that he's just some random nerd who got lucky that Superman landed on his doorstep to believing that he's The Heart.

And isn't that just the most beautiful thing ever?

TL;DR: Mike isn't "in love with Will's feelings", he's in love with the way Will makes him feel and also loves the person he is when he's with Will.

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a message never sent.

will. i mean— sorry, that's, uh... a weird opening line. hey, is what i meant to say. how... are you? i miss— did you miss my call, or... well, it doesn't really matter. i mean, it matters, i just... forget it.

uhm... i was just wondering if, uh, if you're okay. you probably are, i don't see why you wouldn't be. how's new york? bet it's way different from hawkins, huh? i bet that's why you left to begin with. i don't— i mean, i see why you'd like that. i bet you're thriving over there, aren't you? i can't believe i ever thought that i was the one who... i mean, you would've left even if i hadn't said that you... uhm, well, it doesn't matter. i guess what i'm trying to say is that i'm... i'm happy for you, will. i'm happy if you're happy, which... i bet you are. i hope you are, at least, and i hope that you would tell me if you weren't. but i know that's... well, naive. you just don't need me like that, do you? you never have. i never used to mind that, but i... i hate it now. i hate that the only reason why you stuck with me for so long is that you thought you needed me, and now that you know better you're pulling away from me. what kind of bullshit life lesson is that? it's not even valuable, it's not— it didn't have to be this way. there was no reason for any of it, i was just stupid, way too fucking optimistic, and now— now you're all the way over in new york, and it's been months, will, and i'm— i'm still not over you. that's pathetic, i know that it is, you don't need to tell me. but i... i wish that you were here to tell me. i know that if you were here you'd agree with me, maybe even laugh at me, and you'd do that thing where your smile is all crooked a-and your nose is all... all scrunched up, and— and your front teeth, they...

fuck. fuck, i— i fucking hate that you're gone, will. you shouldn't have fucking left me, you know that, right? but you did, and it sucks. the first week or two i could cope with it by telling myself that i was the one who sent you away and that it was for the best, but i can't fucking do that anymore. i'm not a fucking storyteller. if i'd written the ending myself you'd still be here, and so would she. if i'd written the ending myself i'd be someone else entirely, i— i'd be someone worth staying with, someone you couldn't move on from even if you wanted to. i guess i'd be you, will. i'd like to think that i wouldn't want you this badly if i were half the man that you are, but i know that's not true. i loved you when you were seven years old and scared of the dark, not because you were scared or— or despite it, but because you were you. i was never scared of the dark, will, because you've been in it alongside me for as long as i can remember... but i was never that for you, was i? perhaps you had it in you all along, that bravery, but i was holding you back and wouldn't allow you to find it within yourself. i swear i didn't mean to, i just... fuck.

what am i without you, will? we used to be scared together, and now... now you're not scared at all, of anything. do you have any idea how scared i am? how scared i've always been, far more than i ever let on? you've always been able to read me like an open book, but i don't think you ever did when it came to that. it's not your fault, of course not, it's my fault for being... well, a fucking idiot, i guess. i didn't want to be a burden, but i know now that you would have been able to handle me if you'd wanted to... if i'd let you. you could've, but i guess that it was never about bravery, was it? you'd have to be stupid to stick with me, either that or desperate, and you're neither of those things. you've grown, will. you've changed. i don't know how you do it, i— i don't know how to move on, from anything. i guess comparing it to how easy it was for you to move on from me would be stupid, because you and i are not the same at all. you're everything, will, and i... i'm nothing. i'm not an open book, i'm an empty fucking page. you're everywhere, and so is el. people always say that grief is a feeling of emptiness, but that's a fucking lie.

i feel her stare wherever i go, and it's fucking terrifying. she won't fucking leave me alone, will, she— i just— i don't know what to do with myself, i just know that i can't fucking carry on like this. every breath i take feels stolen, like she deserves it more than i do. i feel like she's watching my every move... judging me.

and you... don't even get me started on you, will. you're everywhere, too, except i see you rather than feel you. not, like, physically, but... i'll walk past an old rusty swing set, or something, and there you are. or, say, a window with homemade halloween decorations on the inside, made of paper and paint... made with love. i'll be on my way home and stop in the middle of a road when two little boys bike past me, and i swear it's your voice i hear, but it never is. god, will, i swear you've left a permanent fucking mark on this stupid fucking town, which is why it makes no sense to me that you're not here anymore. did none of the memories we made here mean shit to you? i just— i don't understand how leaving it all behind came so easily to you. we were kids in this town, for god's sake. we grew up here, will, together. we had so much fun, didn't we? i know i did, but i guess... i guess this town just wasn't meant for you, and neither was i.

you chose to leave. it was never about me, or that last stupid fucking campaign in which i pretty much demanded you to leave because the mere thought of you ending up like me scared me so fucking much. i didn't want you to be stuck here forever, like i am, but i... i realise now that there was never a reason for me to worry. you didn't need me to tell you to leave, because you were already planning to. i should have known, shouldn't i? but i guess some things never change. i'm still the biggest idiot on the fucking planet, and i will never be anything but that. you gave me so many chances, but i fucked up every single time and now i'm paying the price and i'm not fucking used to it, will, because you used to always let me get away with everything until... until you finally lost your patience, and— and left without a single warning. and now here i am, realising far too late that i took you for granted all these—

hello? mom, is that you? yeah, yeah, i'm... yeah, i'm leaving a message for, uhm, for will. yeah, i'll be quick, just... leave the bags there by the door, okay? i'll be there in a second.

uhm. sorry, will, my mom just came home... she needs my help with something, i think. it's fine, i've already said everything i wanted to have said, anyway. too much, maybe. so, uh, goodbye for now. take care, alright? and... call me back, yeah? i miss you. hawkins isn't the same without you, you kn—

wh— just a sec, mom, okay, just... give me a second, please.

uh... yeah, hawkins just hasn't been the same since... since everything. still looks like a whole family of giants passed through here and wrecked havoc. you're very lucky to be all the way over in new york, away from this mess.

uhm. bye, will. i lo— i'm looking forward to hearing from you, stupidly enough. uhm... take care.

goodbye.

this post was inspired by this post made by @miwiheroes