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I live in Texas. Every day is a challenge. Going to California soon. Wish me luck. 🖤

This map is the most up to date version as of 3-4-2023 and takes into account all recent movement on anti-trans legislation

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“Why are you crying”

It’s cold and I’m tired and it’s seven am and I’m tired

“So nothing happened?”

It’s cold and I’m tired and it’s seven am and I’m tired!

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A professor gave us an extra credit option: take a picture of yourself outside, doing something that you would not usually do. We were told not to take it too seriously. Here is my entry:

I maintain that sticking my head in the mailbox is not something I do on a regular basis.

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Bought an engagement ring today

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I have a love like Nick and Charlie and I’ll never give him up.

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My babies

Sweet creature…

Always honor the awtwb nap 🛐

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𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙊𝙏𝙋𝙨 (𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣)

just some random ideas; feel free to use :)

rainy/cold days together: cuddling together under a thick blanket, holding each other tightly for warmth as they slowly doze off to sleep in each other’s arms

reading together: A resting their head in B's chest as B gently cards their fingers through A's hair as they read to them in a hushed voice, the soft sound echoing through the room as A finds comfort in the warmth of B's chest and the rhythm of their voice

watching tv together: holding each other tightly as they lie on the couch, the sound of the tv nothing more than atmospheric noise as they absentmindedly drag their fingers over each others' arms and thighs, just to feel their presence

showering together: A running their fingers through B's scalp, lathering in shampoo, using their body to cover B's body with soap, rinsing them clean as they plant gentle kisses along B's chest and back.

walking together: interwoven fingers as they walk among the trees and flowers, tightly holding hands while their shoulders brush against each other, not saying anything because every movement is a conversation in and of itself.

sleeping together: B rolling over, nuzzling their nose into the back of A's neck, their touch light and delicate as they pull A in closer by the waist, hypnotized by the rise and fall of A's back, focusing on their deep breathing and the beat of their heart as B enjoys the warmth of A's body.

cooking together: A leaning over the kitchen counter, carefully cutting peppers when B comes up behind them, wrapping their hands around A's arms, guiding the movements of A's hands as they presses gentle kisses along A's jaw, watching them cook.

mornings together: waking each other up with soft whispers and kisses, the hoarse sound of B's voice reverberating through the room as they hold A closer, trying to keep them from getting out of bed, soft light streaming through the window as B lies enamored by the way the sun graces A's face.

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Stargazing

Slimecicle

You loved stargazing. There was nothing better, in your opinion. Often times you could be found at the park, leaned against a tree and wrapped in a blanket. Off in your own little world.

If someone were to walk around your college and ask your classmates about you, they would each say the same thing: “they’re off in their own world.” That is, if any of them noticed you. Silent in a corner, doodling in a journal until it was time to go. Of course, you noticed all of them. The students here were loud. One in particular stood out to you. Charlie Dalgleish. No matter who the person was, he seemed to get along with everyone. You found it admirable, the way he could befriend anyone with such ease. Even you, it seemed.

Halfway through the semester, the boy had started talking to you. Small at first, just ‘hellos’ in passing, then more, until somehow he’d convinced you to each lunch with him twice a week. The first time you joined him, you were shocked to see he ate alone. Plenty of his friends were around, at their own groups. Charlie seemed to not belong to any one.

Truth be told, you enjoyed eating with Charlie. He was funny, and quite kind. You’d found he was more intelligent then you’d expected. Those lunch ‘dates’ soon became your favorite part of the college, though you’d never admit it. On one such date, Charlie had asked you why you didn’t talk much. “I just prefer to think, I suppose,” you replied. “I don’t like many people, I prefer being by myself at a park.”

The response had prompted him to ask if you had a favorite place, and so you brought him to your stargazing tree at the park. You told him you came most nights just to look at the sky and breathe. “You can join sometime if you want,” you offered. “Are you sure?” He’d asked. “It’s not like I own this tree, Charlie. It’s a public park.”

Charlie did join you, sometimes. Not nightly, but two to three times a week. Sitting under the stars seemed to be magical for him. He went from his chatty self to a quieter, calmer version. Softer, somehow. As the school year came to a close, he was able to come less and less, and eventually had to stop. A week after summer began, he joined you. It was his first time back in weeks.

You greeted him with a smile and small wave. He sat down next to you and looked up. “Summer starting. Any plans?” You shook your head. “Nope. I’m staying here, just working. Y’know, my usual,” you said softly. Charlie nodded. “I’m gonna go out of state the whole time. Hanging out with old friends.” Oh. This shouldn’t have made you so sad, but he was your only friend. You were hoping you could hang out some. “Oh. Okay.”

“I’ll be back. I leave tomorrow night. I just wanted to come tell you, I guess.” The boy stood, so you did, too. “I’ve gotta get some good sleep, huh? See ya next semester, Y/N,” he said, then hugged you. The two of you held each other tightly, as if he weren’t going to return. “See ya, Charlie,” you said when he finally let go.

It was now mid-August, and classes were starting back up. You didn’t have Charlie in any classes this semester, unfortunately. You still had your tree and the stars, though. Nightly still you’d go, leaned against the tree and looking up. Tonight was no different, until you heard heavy footsteps and panting approaching.

Hurriedly you stood and turned to find the source, and you immediately found it. In the time it took you to stand, Charlie had run to you, panting but otherwise okay. “I just go back from the airport,” he huffed. “I came here as fast as I could.” You tilted your head. “You should be resting.”

“I really like you. Y/N.” Charlie looked at you. “I thought I just liked being your friend but then I was gone and I couldn’t sit with you and it was horrible and I missed you and I really like you,” he told you, speaking fast. You took a step back, thought better of it, then stepped closer to him. “I missed you too. It was awful by myself.”

Charlie pulled you into a tight hug and slumped onto you. Now that he had ahold of you, he could relax. “Every second of every day I was thinking of how much I missed you,” he whispered. Shyly, you nodded and pulled him closer. “I missed you too.”

Once the two of you had pulled away, you sat down, leaning against each other. Neither of you spoke for what felt like hours but was probably only thirty minutes. You only broke the silence after hearing a yawn for the fourth time. “You should head back to your place, you’re exhausted,” you said. Your companion nodded and stood, pulling you with him. “You should walk me there, to make sure I arrive,” he said.

So you did. You walked with him to his apartment, only a few blocks off campus. A ten minute walk away from your own apartment, you noticed. “Here we are,” Charlie said when you arrived. “Here we are,” you repeated quietly, outside his door. Charlie unlocked his door and took a step inside, then turned to you. “I-”

You stopped him with a quick kiss on the cheek. “Need to go to sleep. You can catch up with me tomorrow. Okay?” He touched his cheek and nodded. “Okay. Goodnight, Y/N. I- I’ll see you tomorrow.” Smiling, you turned to leave. “Goodnight, Charlie.”

The first thing he did the next day was kiss you.

(I’m in my Slimecicle appreciation phase.)

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Ways to hit your readers in the gut

When it comes to writing, there's a profound and mesmerizing way to touch your readers deep within their souls. It's about crafting moments that hit them in the gut, stirring up intense emotions and forging an everlasting connection. Here are some techniques to help you achieve this:

1. Unexpected Loss: Introduce a character who captures hearts, only to snatch them away suddenly. Think of J.K. Rowling's "Harry Potter" series, where the abrupt departure of beloved characters like Sirius Black and Fred Weasley leaves readers shattered, their grief a testament to the power of storytelling.

2. Sacrifice for a Cause: Show a character willingly sacrificing their own happiness or even their life for a greater purpose. Suzanne Collins' "The Hunger Games" portrays Katniss Everdeen's selflessness, volunteering as a tribute to save her sister, evoking empathy and admiration.

3. Unrequited Love: Explore the agony of unrequited love, where hearts ache and souls yearn. Charlotte Brontë's "Jane Eyre" delves into the bittersweet and heart-wrenching tale of Jane's unfulfilled affection for Mr. Rochester, resonating with readers who have experienced the profound depths of unrequited longing.

4. Betrayal by a Loved One: Peel back the layers of trust to reveal the sting of betrayal. George R.R. Martin's "A Song of Ice and Fire" series delivers shocking betrayals that shatter readers' expectations, leaving them stunned and heartbroken alongside the characters.

5. Overcoming Personal Demons: Illuminate the struggle against internal conflicts, be it addiction, guilt, or haunting trauma. Anthony Doerr's "All the Light We Cannot See" explores Werner's moral compass during wartime, captivating readers as they witness his battle for redemption and personal growth.

6. Injustice and Oppression: Shed light on the injustices characters endure, igniting empathy and inspiring change. Harper Lee's "To Kill a Mockingbird" reveals the racial prejudice faced by Tom Robinson, awakening readers to the urgent need for justice and equality.

7. Parent-Child Relationships: Navigate the intricate tapestry of emotions between parents and children. Khaled Hosseini's "The Kite Runner" unearths the complexities of the father-son bond, evoking a myriad of feelings, from longing and regret to hope for reconciliation.

8. Final Farewells: Craft poignant scenes where characters bid farewell, whether due to death or separation. Markus Zusak's "The Book Thief" gifts readers with heartbreaking partings amidst the backdrop of World War II, leaving an indelible mark of loss and the fragile beauty of human connections.

9. Personal Transformation: Illuminate characters' growth through adversity, offering a beacon of hope and inspiration. Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol" narrates Ebenezer Scrooge's extraordinary journey from a bitter miser to a beacon of compassion, reminding readers that redemption and personal change are within reach.

10. Existential Questions: Delve into existential themes that provoke deep introspection. Albert Camus' "The Stranger" challenges readers to ponder the meaning of life through Meursault's detached and nihilistic worldview, prompting them to question their own existence.

With these techniques, you have the power to touch your readers' souls, leaving an indelible impression. Remember to weave these moments seamlessly into your narrative, allowing them to enrich your characters and themes. Let your words resonate and ignite emotions, for that is the essence of impactful storytelling.

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I don’t think I exist but I know I’m alive.

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Someone fucked around with me and I’m finding out how angry I can get.

Here’s the face reveal.

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Matthew. Ari. Alex. Dad. Mom. Steven. Audrey. Carlie.

The worst thing in the world is missing someone who doesn't miss you.

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And when you realize, I hope it permanently damages you the way it did me.

I genuinely hope you're happy, but one day I hope you realize how much you hurt me

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MEETING QUACKITY

okay so back when you where younger you used to watch quackitys streams.(when he had like 100 veiws each stream or 50) Though what you didnt know was the he watched you too. (your a streamer)(DOMINICAN ONE) (though its not that important😭) BUT ANYWAYS you guys didnt know yall watched each other (u also get a few veiws) A few years later when you guys have gained popularity you where invited to BANTER ( a podcast of karl sap and george( if u didnt know) but you both are friends with the banter people so thats why yall got invited the same time. during the podcast or after, u decide, you guys bring up the fact that yall watched eachother

HOW WOULD THE CONVERSATION GO AND WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO YOH GUYS?!

ps sorry if my grammer was bad😭 im not fluet in inglish since its not my first language

(I fucking LOVE this idea, also HELL YEAH FIRST REQUEST!!!!! Breaking my hiatus for you, anon. I hope you like it!!!!!!!)

(I do apologize for any Dominican butchering I do, admittedly I’m a white trans boi so as someone who’s constantly misrepresented I’m just going to mention you’re Dominican but won’t use it for the story until I feel I can comfortably write it without accidentally being offensive! I hope that’s okay.)

You’d been streaming for years, and it had been quite a journey so far. Starting at the bottom and building your fame. You couldn’t help but feel immense pride when you looked at your average view count. Especially when you found out it was close to Quackity, a streamer you’d been watching since he was just starting. (Another thing that caused you pride.)

Of course, fans had its ups and downs. Constant hate was one such down. That being said, an upside you’d recently discovered was being invited to BANTER, a podcast held by GeorgeNotFound, Sapnap, and KarlJacobs. Obviously you’d accepted, the chance to spread your reach was clearly one you’d take.

Upon arrival, you found they also hosted Quackity. “Oh hey, you’re Y/NFlix, right? I’m Quackity,” he greeted. You smiled. “You know if me?” He smiled back proudly. “Been watching since day one.” Before you could continue the conversation, Karl popped in to let you know the episode was starting. “This conversation isn’t over,” you said to Quackity before following him onto the set.

After the episode was filmed, you and Quackity met back up and continued talking. He was telling you about QSMP, and you were trying to figure out how to ask how he knew you. You decided to just go for it. “Hey, how’s you know of me?” You asked, interrupting him. Quackity grinned. “What do you mean? I’ve been watching you since day one. Of course I know you.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Quackity. Watched you. What. “Actually?” You asked, to which he nodded. “I always gift subs and everything. Literally look up to you,” He said. This made you grin. “You’re actually my idol. I’ve been watching you since day one. This is crazy.”

The streamer laughed and slung an arm around your shoulder. “Hey, we gotta stick together! Take over those Brit and American streamers!” You laughed with him and nodded. “That we do.”

You smiled at your idol. You couldn’t believe you were his idol. This was surreal. But you didn’t want to lose a second talking and joking, so you nodded again. “That. We. Do.”

(This took ages. I am so sorry. And it’s really bad because I’m writing it right after a mini panic attack. Um. Enjoy though. I don’t know. I’m… running out of inspiration and energy. Good luck out there guys, send more prompts, see you next time.)

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I’m still on hiatus. Because I’m busy working.

At the time of me posting this, I can’t breathe :)

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I graduated