WARNING do NOT start reading books and comics or watching movies or looking at art!!! you will start wanting to create art yourself. or god forbid. writing.
October 31st, 1981.
that trend but with Jily
theres no such thing as tmi to me. i want to live in your ribcage.
INTRO POST :
My names Ronald-Jack, but I’ve got an excessive amount of nicknames. RJ, Ronnie, Ron, The Ronnsters, Jack. It’s honestly endless, so call me whatever sounds best to you.
I’m a queer trans man (he/him) based in the United Kingdom, and I’ll actually be turning 19 next month; who would’ve thunk it, me and my monstrous ego age along side everyone else. Apologies and sorrows to myself.
I’ve always enjoyed any creative hobby. Reading, writing, acting, singing, dancing, drawing and cosplay; I’ve done it all more than once- although due to issues with my hips and uneven legs I am a shit dancer. I’ll probably end up with a cane sooner rather than later, combine this with my social anxiety and I’m the perfect specimen.
Fandom wise I’m into the marauders, the hunger games and musical theatre. Please do not tell me to look up or I’ll bawl.
If anyone wants to chat just hit me up, I’ll probably respond within a few minutes or hours depending on how I’m using my phone. I also don’t know how to make an introduction post, so I hope this wasn’t traumatic.
regulus once walked into james lying on the kitchen floor at 3am eating popcorn and listening to taylor swift. he just laid down next to him and joined in.
sirius walked in on this half an hour later. they don’t talk about it.
most important part of the writing process actually is when you loop a single song on max volume and stare at the word document and imagine the characters doing things for 14 hours. this is known as getting in the zone
Negative bonus points caused by the rare and wondrous father
- Since I held onto his arm with both my hands it gave him the opportunity to fling me around like a whip. He took this opportunity three times before concluding that my hips must’ve been acting up.
- There is nowhere to sit in this god forsaken coastal town. The only bench I did have a chance to sit on quite literally had a guard dog. I am now sat on the concrete, my ass is cold.
- And after I stand up again I’ll have to walk back to the car with the mistake I made, aka buying four bottles of flavoured water at Iceland. I am. Not excited to try balance that weight so my shoulders don’t get messed up as well.
I DAMNED MYSELF IM ON THE MOVE AGAIN
A day on the town!!!
My dad is being used as my walking aid. I am. In so much pain. Everything from the neck below feels numb. I feel like a pot of boiling water.
Someone save me I need a bed.
trans women, i love you.
you were a woman yesterday. you're a woman today. you're a woman tomorrow. you're a woman forever.
trans women have existed long before those stuffy bigots sitting in a court room have. trans women will continue to exist long after they're dead and rotting in the earth.
This has dropped off the "popular petitions" front page of the government petitions website, and we're still a ways off the 100k goal for it to be debated in parliament -
It's still ticking away upwards, and it does cheer me up to see there's not a single constituency without a signature - but please share, and UK people please sign!
can my open and heavily bleeding wound hang out with us