Okay, if you are uncomfortable with tagging #unreality due to the possible implications of the word, please consider tagging things as #DrDp.
It stands for derealization/depersonalization, and is a possible catch-all for anything related to ‘reality is an illusion’/solipsism/’we are in the matrix’/etc.
if you do this, please continue to tag #unreality for your unaware followers, and remind them that you are going to change over slowly. please do not do this suddenly and please try to keep your followers informed.
Can this be a thing? I’d love to have this be a thing. Pretty please?
its ok if you really felt like your designated gender. its ok if you really were a boy or girl at some point. its ok if you really would rather view your transness as changing from one thing to another (instead of a process of revealing what was already there). its ok if you didnt know that you were trans when you were a kid. its ok if youre only just starting to think about gender stuff now. its ok if you approached transness deliberately, experimentally, as a conscious choice. its ok to approach your gender as mutable
it doesnt mean your transness is less valid or like the gender you are now is less “real” just because its not something youve always been perfectly aware of. youre great and powerful and whatever you want for yourself in your future right now is important and worthy no matter how long youve wanted it
MY BIRD IS SITTING IN THE TOP CORNER OF HER CAGE CALLING MY DOG’S NAME AND ASKING IF HE WANTS A TREAT AND IF HE WANTS TO GO TO OUTSIDE AND HE’S TOO STUPID TO REALIZE IT’S HER SO EVERYTIME SHE SAYS SOMETHING HE LOOKS AT ME LIKE
SHE LAUGHS EVERYTIME TOO AND NOW HE’S JUMPING ON ME AND BARKING AND GETTING MAD AT ME LIKE OLIVER TURN AROUND AND LOOK IN THAT HUGE ASS CAGE AND BEG HER FOR A FUCKING TREAT OR SOMETHING.
"Perhaps," he finally said, dropping his arm. It hadn't hurt; he was fucking with his friend, plain and simple, and Richie's eye roll showed Virgil he knew that. "I still think it's overly flashy," he insisted. "They're fifteen feet long, Rich!" Richie waved off Virgil's concerns. "Never mind; it's a prototype. I'm still working on getting them smaller. Besides! If I have these, I'll have a backup if my boots malfunction. You know. Like last time." Virgil rolled his eyes. He didn't argue.
now i’m just imagining richie trying to handle 15’ wings oh my god
"Nope!" Richie said with a grin, rustling through his book bag until he found his notebook. Opening to the proper page, he laid it out and pushed it to Virgil. "Instead of." For just a moment, Virgil looked over the sketched before looking up at his friend. "I know what this is," he said, "and I think you're trying to be flashier than me." Richie rolled his eyes and punched Virgil's bicep before taking back his notebook. "This is more efficient and you know it." Virgil pouted, rubbing his arm.
Virgil rose an eyebrow, figuring this could only go one of two ways. Both of them meant Richie was doing something with fire. "Yes..." he said easily. "I was with you when we saw it, remember? With Frieda and Daisy?" Richie blushed at that. Right. He'd forgotten that bit. "Well..." Richie cleared his throat. "Well, anyway. I decided to make those wings." Virgil was taken aback for a moment. "Those wings? What, like, instead of your boots?" ((RICHIE IS CAUSING HAVOC AMELIA))
So apparently iCloud was hacked and pretty much every female celebrity’s nudes were leaked. I’d like to remind my followers not to post them, because they’re supposed to be private, and just because some asshole leaked them doesn’t mean you should make it worse by spreading them around.
remember when niggas had they voicemail set up to sound like they answered the phone. like you call and it go “wassup” u start talkin and it say “sike nah this my voicemail” now u lookin dumb as hell like
"Yeah, yeah," Virgil said rotating his finger forward in front of him, signalling for Richie to continue. "I had a feeling that's what you were doin'. What was the invention?" Richie looked around the room, then, as if to make sure they were alone. They never were, and that never really stopped him. He just liked making sure no one was listening. "You seen that new Captain America movie?" ((I AM DOING THE THING AND I AM NOT EVEN SORRY. crossing over mcu and dc ftw.))
"Workin'?" Virgil responded in surprise, raising an eyebrow. "You got a job? Man, don't ya think that's gonna cut into your video game schedule?" he teased, a smirk playing across his features. Richie rolled his eyes but laughed airily through his nose regardless. "Shut up, V," he said, which only achieved him a bright grin. "I was working on a new project." ((here you can have TWO parts. XD))
they’re so in love it’s not even funny i love these boys so much oh my god. D:
xaaqqi "Yeah, me, too," Richie said with a nod. As he moved toward their first bell class, Virgil followed after him. The blond spoke as they walked. "Sorry I didn’t come by last night. I was workin’." ((They totally wanted to bang. :p and I’m nothing if not rude. XD)
jfc why do only a couple sentences make me grin like a dork?
"What's new, bro?" Virgil asked Richie, holding up a fist for his best friend to bump with him. Their hands 'scattered' as if the fist bump had become an explosion. "Missed ya last night." ((I am purposefully sending these in small bits. xD))
All this talk about “last night,” i’m starting to think that they wanted to bang or something. XD Not that I’d have it any other way.
"Richie!" Virgil called back, waving to him as if some kind of beacon for Richie to narrow down his target. "Hey, man!" It may have only been overnight, but sometimes it felt like eons between school days, if they didn't see each other afterward, just as they hadn't he night before. Hell, sometimes it felt like eons even if they did.
i s2g these boys will always make me smile like the derpy little fanperson that i am oh my god.
((Here we go! I only have a few paragraphs pre-written, so I don't know where this is going yet. XF Also: can you tag this as like "aqqi writes" or something along those lines, so I can find the posts?)) "V!" Richie called out to his best friend in the crowded high school hallway, making his way over to him. Not a single person looked in the blond's direction. No one had to; they all knew who that voice belonged to, and they all knew it was Virgil Hawkins that voice was calling out to. "Virgil!"