All Of These Books Are Queer, But They All Have Back Blurbs That Don’t Say They’re Queer. While This

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My roommates were just talking about what they want to do after college, and I had a panic attack because I’m worried about disappointing them and my whole family. I’m also not out to my family and know they wouldn’t support me. Hope you’re having a better night than me.

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seattle police fired tens of canisters of tear gas indiscriminately into a crowd, they flanked us, they fired fucking flash bangs directly into the crowd, if you are downtown right now please get out they are not fucking around and they are going for everyone, they maced a fucking ten year old little girl

We really have harmed a whole generation of trans and gnc children by failing to communicate how serious a decision binding actually is, how there’s no ACTUALLY safe way to bind, how it permeneantly damages the body, how it can make top surgery more difficult in the future. I don’t think we should be keeping trans kids from binding (we let kids do all sorts of things they’re really not old enough to understand the potential consequences of) but we owe them the ability to make informed decisions at LEAST

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Shadowed Hearts/Winter Souls (Chapter Twenty)

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Natalia cried the day James came to fetch Samuel and Ronin. Wanda didn’t cry, she didn’t tear up at all. The girl simply put together food for the packs– freshly baked bread and a mix of nuts, dried fruit, carefully wrapped pieces of dark chocolate, salted meat cut into strips– and helped Pietro roll up extra blankets to tie to the horse’s back for added protection against the winter winds. Wanda spent a few days patching up Ronin’s warmest shirt and she added to the lining of Samuel’s coat as well. Pietro sat at her feet and cut squares of thick cloth to add to the heels and toes of socks, and even though he stabbed his finger at least six different times, the boy still tried to help mending cuffs and reinforcing hems. Samuel walked Pietro through the house to point out for the hundredth time where all the weapons were hidden, all the secret doors. They walked the tunnel that led out beneath the falconers lodge until Pietro had the steps memorized, and then Samuel pulled his favorite pistol from his holster and gave it to Pietro, admonishing, “It’s up to you, son. Tony’s here too, but I’m counting on you to protect Talia and your sister, do you understand? You want to be a soldier, it starts with protecting your family.” “I understand.” Pietro said solemnly, and on the other side of the kitchen, Wanda hid her face in Ronin’s shoulder, mumbling things the archer couldn’t hear but understood all the same–words weren’t needed when the girl was shaking in his arms, shivering even though they stood close to the fire. But despite having to say goodbye to the men that had acted as Da to both twins for so many years, despite knowing that this very well might be the very last time they ever saw each other, neither Wanda nor Pietro cried. Natalia cried though, wrapped in her robe and her shawl and standing in the kitchen window, staring out across the yard, her eyes wide and face pale and lips startlingly red behind the tears that dripped down to her chin and onto her dress.

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Shadowed Hearts/Winter Souls (Chapter Eighteen)

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Mikhail Dyuzhenkov had been raised a spoiled, bratty child and had grown into a surly, entitled man, dissatisfied with his lot in life though his family was high ranking nobility, churlish and stubborn for no reason other than to inconvenience others, concerned only about himself and his interests and the weight of his riches. But when it was announced that the Lady Natalia Romanova had entered his ballroom, Mikhail swallowed uncomfortably and retreated a few steps from the balcony railing so he wasn’t immediately visible from below, absentmindedly scratching at the scar that dissected his right palm from base of thumb to bottom of pinky. The scar was courtesy of the same Lady Natalia Romanova, who was the one and only thing Mikhail had never managed to acquire in his life. The volatile redhead hadn’t been impressed with Mikhail’s carefully practiced charm, and neither had she been swayed when Mikhail promised to use his station and influence to delay Ivan Romanov’s execution if only Natalia would join him for a more private encounter. For the effort of his charm, Mikhail had received a pointed but polite no thank you, and for the promise of his influence to secure a stay of execution, Mikhail had found himself bleeding, sliced just deep enough to leave a scar, not so deep as to tear the nerves and impede the use of his hand. Natalia had flipped the top of her ornate ring open to reveal a sharp spike and had cut it across Mikhail’s palm without even blinking, her full lips pulled into a smile that was nearly a sneer as she replied, “The way beneath my skirts is not found by promising to delay my Da’s execution, my Lord. Quite the opposite, in fact. You’d have better luck if you promised to kill the bastard faster.”

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Not A Good Sign: This Kid Hasn’t Been Diagnosed With Anything Yet, But Chris Pratt Has Been Standing Outside Of His Room For 3 Days Straight

Until recently, 10-year-old Danny Franklin lived a normal life. He liked playing soccer, hanging out with his friends, and reading comic books. But then something happened that changed everything. He hasn’t been diagnosed with any sort of terminal disease yet, but Chris Pratt has been standing outside of his room for three days straight.

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