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we have really allowed cis women to get FAR too comfortable being transphobic toward trans men.

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The Bats are here to say “Frick Trump”, or at least a harsher version from anyone that isn’t Tim.

THIS is exactly it. I should have dropped a class after like 3 days it wasn’t even to like a worse class (AP bio to IB bio to take AP bio again next year) but I didn’t because I didn’t want to feel dumb for dropping a class and I didn’t want people to think I’m dumb for dropping a class. There’s nothing even wrong with dropping a class it means you know your limits. But I was so obsessed with seeming or feeling smart that I got myself in trouble that could affect my college chances.

The worst part of being a “gifted kid” is being praised for getting your academic side before your emotional and interpersonal side and then being left to drown because you can’t emotionally understand that you still have value when someone is smarter than you.

I’m a smart kid, don’t get me wrong. I’m taking honors and AP classes, and I could’ve been taking classes at the community college if I hadn’t had a badly placed breakdown.

But I’m about to have a meltdown because there’s a kid in my AP Physics class who’s got a higher grade than I do. I learned how to craft a damn near impeccable lab write-up, and saddled myself with two incredibly smart and focused individuals. But this one guy has a better grade then me and I’ve been sitting here with my AP Physics Mock Test trying not to cry because it doesn’t make sense and I know that he gets it.

I didn’t even sign up for the AP test because I just know that he would get a better grade and then I’d have to scream and meltdown because I don’t know how to handle it. I don’t even know why I care so much! I didn’t even want to take this class! I would’ve dropped it at the beginning of the year but a friend of mine dropped it and my gifted kid brain decided I had to prove it was easy by passing the class.

Why can’t I be okay with not being the smartest? I don’t have anything to prove, I’m already taking advanced classes! I just want to be okay with people being slightly more understanding of a certain subject than I am.

So many anti friend groups are just straight up cults and it's genuinely terrifying to see and be part of.

If you're scared of your friends for whatever reason, it you're scared of liking being in a specific fandom or liking a specific ship because you think you'll lose all your friends over it, if your friend group is essentially built on the idea that you're all good and everyone else is bad, if your friends use social ostracization and online stalking and harassment campaigns as threats and weapons, if your friends use fear and moral panic to keep people in line. . . . .

Please get out of there. This isn't even about shipping or fandom or whatever, it's about staying safe and not getting sucked into a literal cult. Cut them off, block them on all your social media, remake accounts if you need to, and make new friends who don't leave you feeling like you're walking on eggshells around them. Just stay safe.

Hi. It hurts to do this but I cannot afford to keep my cat while she has special medical needs. She has gingivitis which the vet has recommended needs a consistent treatment. I love her to pieces but above all it's my responsibility that she have a good home who can afford to care for her.

I am loathe to surrender her to a shelter, knowing what kind of malpractice, stress, and negligence can come to an animal there.

She is around six years old, up to date on shots and spayed, a very tiny blue lynx point, incredibly friendly, socialble, and above all extremely docile for a cat. She loves people. She gets very vocal about her needs. In fact, this is the most chatterbox cat I've ever met. She hates sleeping alone and will likely attatch pretty strongly to you if you live with her. She loves being paid attention to and snuggled and can't get enough. And everytime you touch her she'll likely chirp at you.

I'll even provide you a bag of her food and a carrier. If you live around the bay area in CA and want to adopt her, dm for details. Otherwise I appreciate sharing.

“My body, my choice” only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.

Wille is good at many things. He can sit down and ace any test put in front of him, he can preform any play given to him by his coach with the ease and Grace of something being second nature, according to his boyfriend he’s the most attentive and caring person he’s ever met. According to the entire school he’s a star and too easily walked on for a dude his size.

Other than that, Wille can’t read any room he’s ever been in. He gets overwhelmed easily with spaces he’s not too familiar with, choosing to spend his time with Simon in the theater hallway. Most days, unless Simon’s there to really get him to focus, he lives off in his own head, completely content with the world around inside him.

It’s one of the very, very, rare times that Wille isn’t actively at his home, Simon’s home, school or the football pitch. The entire team was invited to a house party, and as captain, Wille had to at least show up. Simon came without question, holding his boyfriend’s hand and wearing his letterman, eyeing each drink Wilhelm consumed. While Simon didn’t drink, he didn’t discourage Wille from doing so, knowing that on the rare occasion he wanted to, he wouldn’t go overboard.

Wille didn’t loosen up per say, he was already a very sweet and friendly person — just a little more up in the clouds than the rest, so the alcohol just made the masking ease up a bit, the thoughts flow a little faster. It made him all doe eyed and incredibly loving with no brain to mouth filter.

Simon watched as Wille floated around, mingling and laughing with people, the weight of the world off of his shoulders for the night. Sometimes people got a little too close and Simon would inch closer in order to step in if Wille went from loving to lost and angry. It happened a few times, overstimulated and confused and he would lash out.

This wasn’t one of the times though, Simon watching as a cheerleader for another school was so clearly flirting with his boyfriend, none the wiser that the boy in front of her was gayer than the day was long. Wille was smiling charmingly, eyes slightly dazed and out of focused, buzzed and happy, not picking up that he was being flirted with like it was an Olympic apoey. She wrapped her hand on his arm and forced out a giggle at a fact about solar systems, like he was the most interesting and funny person in the universe.

Wille was in fact that, but Simon knew she was just faking for a chance to get in his pants. It just made him roll his eyes in annoyance. Wille only smiled more, taking the touches as conformation that he could continue talking about the stars, to dump all his knowledge on a seemingly innocent bystander. There was a second when his brain caught up with the real world, a visible shift in thought when he looked down and saw her hand on his arm. “Oh your nails are so cute!” Simon held back a laugh.

The girl blinked in confusion, looking inh down at her nails and smiling brightly. “Thank yo-“

“My boyfriend looks really pretty with nail polish on. But theater won’t let him wear it all the time.” Wille cut her off, grabbing her hand to closer inspect the polish adorning her fingers. Simon snorted loudly, the noise catching Wille’s attention. He could always find Simon in a crowd no matter how far they were from one another. His eyes lit up, beaming. “That’s him there!” Wille looked like an excited puppy. Simon raised his glass and smiled gently at the boy he was so in love with. The girl, for the most part, didn’t look too embarrassed by the whole thing.

Simon; taking pitty, made his way over to help connect the dots. He reached for Wille’s hand, squeezing it before passing over water. “Drink baby, you’re drunk.” Wille beamed and did what he was told. The girl blushed more, clearing her throat and looked away. “Sorry, didn’t know he was taken.” Simon only shrugged.

The girl quickly vacated, Wille waving and giggling into his cup, Simon turning to him. “Menace, you knew what you were doing.” Wille shrugged, his arm wrapping around Simon. “Not at first, thought she just really liked space too.” Simon smiled sodgly, leaning up and kissing his cheek.

“No one likes space like you, moon man.” Simon’s voice was loving, not patronizing his boyfriend at all, the term of endearment leaving his lips easily. Wille beamed at him, holding the other closer. “My weird little alien.” Simon let Wille kiss him the next time.

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