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frasermints · 3 months
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Happy Trans Day of Visibility!
Take action & 🎉celebrate🎉 by reading trans stories, volunteering as a counselor for the Trevor Project, giving hugs, or donating to Trans Lifeline
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asm5129 · 1 year
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macmanx · 3 months
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The holidays can be tough. Here are some ways to take care of yourself.
If you're in crisis, that's ok! The 988 Lifeline and Trevor Project are here to help.
If you're not in crisis but still need some help, that's ok too, look for Finch in your mobile device's app store.
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itsjusthockey · 3 months
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Flyers - Jamie Drysdale
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I love him so much and I wish him all the success in the world
I’m also trying not to hate cutter gauthier
I hope you enjoy, I like this one
Request and talk to me, pls and thx
It’s late in the evening when the shrill ring of your phone cuts through the silence of your bedroom. You glance at the screen and see your boyfriend calling. It’s not a FaceTime, and it’s always a FaceTime, so you’re confused, and your heart skips a beat as you answer him.
“Hello?”
It’s silent on the other end, but you can hear him lightly breathing and shuffling around.
“Jame?”
Before he even utters a word, you feel a subtle shift in the atmosphere. There is a reason he didn’t FaceTime, and there is a reason his usual warmth and cheer is replaced by a heavy silence. As the seconds tick by, you can sense his hesitation, and an unsettling sense unfolds in your stomach.
You hear him take a shaky inhale, hold it for a second, and then he breathes out.
“They traded me.”
His voice is raw, and it trembles with unusual vulnerability. In a single second, your heart shatters into a million pieces. Before you can even fully comprehend what he said, tears are pooling in your eyes, and your hand is clasping at your mouth.
“They what?” You ask.
“They just told me. I’m going to the flyers. They want me there tomorrow.”
Finally, the news settles in. Your boyfriend was traded. Jamie was fucking traded.
A million thoughts rush through your head. Jamie has to move. He has to leave Trevor. He has to pack up his entire life in a single night and fly across the country.
Silent tears are streaming down your face, and you realize you’ve stayed quiet for way too long. You also know you need to get a fucking grip. This isn’t about you, and you need to get your shit together because he needs you right now.
So, you take a deep breath and calm the fuck down.
“Are you okay?”
You hear him shuffling around again, probably packing up all his things. He doesn’t say anything for a minute, and you patiently wait until he’s ready.
“I don’t know. It hasn’t really set in yet. Doesn’t feel real.”
A sharp pain thumps through your chest at his words. He continues.
“I’m trying not to feel anything, honestly. I’m trying not to think about everything I have here.” His voice breaks. “But it’s been my home, and I don’t want to leave.”
You finally hear him break, and you would pay any sum of money to be able to teleport to him now. It wrecks you that you can’t be there to hold him during this time. You can’t begin to imagine what he’s feeling. You know he’s thinking about everything that Anaheim has given him. You know he’s
recounting the countless memories made on and off the ice, the shared victories and losses, and the deep bonds formed with teammates.
“Jamie.” You start, then stop.
“Yeah?” He asks softly.
“This absolutely sucks, and I’m so so sorry.” You pause. “The ducks are the biggest idiots in the world, and they don’t deserve you.“
Jamie's breath catches on the other end; it’s a mixture of a chuckle and a sob escaping him. You smile a bit because your words seem to reach through the distance, a small lifeline in the whirlwind of emotions he’s currently facing. He takes a moment before responding.
“Thanks, babe. It means a lot to hear that right now.” He sighs again. “I just never expected this, you know? Everything’s changing so fast. I love it here, and it kills me that I won't be part of it anymore.”
You nod, even though he can't see it. It’s as if the very fabric of his life is unraveling, and you wish you could weave it back together. But all you can do is sit here and listen to him and try your best to be his anchor in the storm of uncertainty.
“I wish I were there with you, help you pack, give you a hug,” you say miserably.
“Me too. he admits, another sad sigh escaping him.
You sit there again for a couple of minutes, listening to him pack and offering your presence. You finally hear him close to the phone again, and he breaks the silence.
“I'm scared (Y/N). It’s a whole new team. I don't want to let anyone down, especially you,” he confesses.
You want to punch him. He knows better. Not once, ever, has Jamie let you down, and you sure as hell know that he never will.
“That's enough of that, Jame, you could never let me down. Nerves are normal, but I also know the player you are. You’ve got this, and I’ve got your back. Always.”
He lets out a quiet okay and quickly hangs up the phone. You’re confused for a brief moment before his FaceTime pops up. You answer in a heartbeat, and a wide smile takes over your features as you finally get to look at your boyfriend.
He looks tired, and his eyes are a bit red, but he has a soft smile, and you know that everything is going to be okay.
For the next couple of minutes, you talk it out. You discuss the logistics, the challenges that lie ahead, and the uncertainty of the future. You do your best to hype him up, and as the logistics conversation draws to a close, a somber calm settles over the two of you. You can finally sense a shift in his tone, a quiet acceptance mingled with some determination.
“We are gonna figure this out, won't we?” Jamie asks a trace of hope in his voice.
“Yes. Besides, I like the flyers. Way better than those losers in Anaheim,” you assure him.
Jamie chuckles a bit, and then a hilarious thought crosses your mind.
“Oh my god.” Panic laces your voice, and Jamie furrows his eyebrows.
“What?”
You start laughing, suddenly very happy.
“You’re gonna be with Gritty!”
You can’t help but roll over with laughter, knowing your shy-as-hell boyfriend is going to be on the team with the most infamous and chaotic mascot ever. You can’t even begin to explain how giddy this makes you, and Jamie lets out a small groan but begins laughing with you anyway.
After you settle down, wiping the new happy tears away, you smile a wide smile at him again.
“You know, I’m still on break. Maybe I should come down and be there for your first game?”
Just like that, your boyfriend is back, and the smile you’re so in love with takes over his features.
“Really?”
“Absolutely. I can think of no better way to end my break than being with you.“ You beam at him. “Besides, I have to scope out the team. Let em know that they have a new hotshot player who has the hottest girlfriend ever.
He barks out another laugh at you, but you know he agrees one hundred percent with your statement.
“God, I love you,” he says, the words carrying the weight of the world.
“I love you too,” you respond, “This is honestly exciting, Jame. You have great things coming. I can feel it.”
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redgoldsparks · 1 month
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If you are queer, trans, or nonbinary and need someone to talk to about the horrible news this week, here are a ton of crisis lines you can call. I got this list from @/ queeeerchameleon on instagram. Below the cut are numbers for the US, UK, Canada, Australia, Belgium, Ireland, India, New Zealand, France, Germany, and Japan.
US: Trevor project (866) 488-7386 thetrevorproject.org LGBT National Youth Talkline (800) 246-7743 lgbthotline.org Trans lifeline (877) 565-8860 translifeline.org Canada: Trans Lifeline 877-330-6366 http://www.translifeline.org/ UK: Switchboard 0800 0119 100 Switchboard.lgbt LGBT Foundation 0345 3 30 30 30 lgbt.foundation Galop 020-7704-2040 http://www.galop.org.uk/ Mermaids (0208)-123-4819 http://www.mermaidsuk.org.uk/ Australia: Q Life 1800 184 527 qlife.org.au Belgium: Holebifoon 0800-99-533 cavaria.be/holebifoon National Crisis Line 02-649-95-55 yourlifecounts.org/need-help/crisis-lines Ireland: Gay Switchboard 01-872-1055 gayswitchboard.ie/ Out West West Ireland: 094-937-2479 National: 1890-929-539 outwest.ie/ LGBT Helpline 1800-929-539 BeLonGTo (Youth) 01-670-622 belongto.org India: Sneha India 91-44-2464-0050 snehaindia.org NZ: OutlineNZ 0800-688-5463 Outline.org.nz/ France: SOS Homophobia 01-48-06-42-41 sos-homophobie.org/ Germany: Lesbenberatung 030-215-20-00 Lesbenberatung-berlin.de/ TRIQ 030-6167-529-15 Transinterqueer.org/ Japan: Occur 03-3380-2269 Occur.or.jp/ Stonewall Japan Stonewall.ajet.net/about/
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babydollmarauders · 10 months
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DRESS — JACK HUGHES
summary: a small simple insta edit. honestly not a lot of jack or romance, mainly y/n and co. being chaotic
tag list: @sweetestdesire
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y/nonline alexa, play dress by taylor swift
tagged jackhughes
user75 omg i love that dress! where were you guys?!
y/nonline thank you!! i accompanied Jack to a charity ball tonight!
colecaufield my favorite couple… of besties!
y/nonline i’m gonna step on you in my heels
user20 THE CAPTION OMG
trevorzegras CAPTION?! Y/N?!
y/nonline shit, i forgot you would understand that. you better keep your mouth shut, zegras.
jackhughes my favorite girl! thank you for coming with me tonight y/n/n ❤️
y/nonline always, jacky <3
nicohischier so nice seeing you again! you looked gorgeous!
y/nonline it was great to see you as well! thank you, hisch! you didn’t look so bad yourself!
_alexturcotte still blows my mind that you two have been best friends for 5 years
y/nonline i’ve been best friends with you and the others for that long too??
_alexturcotte …you know what i mean. ONLY best friends…
jackhughes i’m confused
y/nonline @/jackhughes great! stay that way!
y/nonline
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y/nonline now i wake up by your side. my one and only, my lifeline.
tagged jackhughes
y/nonline alternative caption: “this just in: trevor can’t keep his mouth shut”
jackhughes my girl ❤️
y/nonline my boy <3
trevorzegras i think i deserve an apology and a thank you! maybe in the form of presents?
y/nonline your present is that you get to see us happy
trevorzegras i can’t say anything without sounding like an asshole… well played 😑
_alexturcotte FINALLY!
y/nonline someday, you’ll go far. and i really hope you stay there.
_alexturcotte i liked you better in high school, when you were sweet and shy
y/nonline i liked you better then too, you generally didn’t talk to me unless you were asking for the homework
user63 MY FAVES!! I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!!
colecaufield i’m so happy for you two!! i hope you guys have a long and healthy relationship!
y/nonline this is why you’re my favorite, thank you coley!
trevorzegras @/y/nonline I’M THE ONE WHO GOT YOU GUYS TOGETHER?! I DON’T UNDERSTAND!
y/nonline @/trevorzegras yes. you are also very annoying. hope this helps!
lhughes_06 EVERYONE STAY CALM! IT’S HAPPENING!
y/nonline you’ve known for the past week?
lhughes_06 and i’m still excited. quit ruining my fun
y/nonline my b. carry on bro
_quinnhughes congrats guys! i’m so happy for you two!
y/nonline i could tell! you looked a little less miserable than usual when we told you!
_quinnhughes i take it back
y/nonline you can’t. it’s too late. i’ve already made you president of the y/n & jack fan club
trevorzegras @/y/nonline WHY WAS I NOT GIVEN THIS TITLE?!
y/nonline @/trevorzegras shut up and be happy with the title i gave you
trevorzegras @/y/nonline but… i don’t wanna be the secretary of the treasurer 😭
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thecodywanzine · 3 months
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DONATION ANNOUNCEMENT
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ANNOUNCEMENT: Our Zine Donation Has Been Made!!!
With all your amazing help, we were able to donate $8,041.27 to an impactful LGBTQ+ Charity!!!
This was truly beyond any of our wildest expectations and we couldn't have been able to achieve this without all of you. We are forever thankful.
While originally the chosen charity was The Trevor Project, following allegations of union busting the contributors and mod team voted to shift to another LGBTQ+ Charity. This charity ended up being the Trans Lifeline organization.
We want to thank you all for your amazing support for our Zine! Without all of you amazing Codywan lovers this zine wouldn't have been possible.
Thank You! And May The Force Be With You, Always!
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creature-wizard · 4 months
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"I'm in a bad place and need to get out, what can I do?"
I figured I'd make a post with all the resources/tips I've collected to help people get out of shitty situations so far, since it's easier than linking to a bunch of posts each time.
Seek out appropriate resources. This can include support groups (online or offline), helplines, and the like.
If you're in the US, you can call 211 to help you find resources.
Crisis Text Line offers services to the US, Ireland, Canada, and the UK.
RAINN (Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network) is a US service offers a lot of information for sexual abuse survivors.
The Trevor Lifeline is a service for queer youth in the US.
If you're a minor, you may wish to read How To Escape Abusive Parents: A Guide For Minors.
If you're an adult, you may wish to read How To Escape Abusive Parents: A Guide For Adults.
You might also Duckduckgo something like "resources for people in abuse" or "abuse resources help" or "domestic violence survivors resources".
Ask people for help in finding resources. If you can't find anything on your own, there are other people who know where to direct you. It might take awhile to find what you're looking for, but keep asking.
A WORD OF CAUTION: there are many predatory spiritual groups and conspiracy theorists out there who prey on abuse survivors and mentally ill people. You will often see these people claiming that channeling or hypnosis can help you remember past life memories or repressed traumatic memories. This is nonsense and quackery.
Relevant posts of mine:
Hypnosis is unreliable for memory recovery, and this is one way we know.
False past life memories among the starseed movement
Here’s the trouble with hypnotic regression…
If you're on a website that claims to support cult survivors and you see any of these names in the citations (and make sure you check the citations!), leave immediately - all of these people are far right conspiracy theorists. (Unfortunately, many people today are unwittingly perpetuating the BS of Fritz Springmeier in particular. See this and this for more info on that.)
Change who and what you surround yourself with. Start associating with different people/groups as much as you can. Get hobbies to fill your time. Unfollow blogs that reinforce the beliefs you're trying to get away from, and follow blogs that provide a healthier alternative.
You might follow blogs like:
A Kind Place
Trauma Survivors Helping Trauma Survivors
Compassionate Reminders
Trauma Survivors Activities
Reasons For Hope
Bluest Fluff
If you're trying to rebuild your worldview without conspiratorial/culty elements, go take a look at my Resources page.
Remember that your first job is looking after yourself. You don't owe the group. You aren't responsible for the group, or for anyone in it. It might feel that way, but it's vitally important to acknowledge when you're unqualified or suffering burnout. You might feel like bad things will happen if you leave, but that's a fear, not a fact.
You also don't have to justify your departure to the group. You can just leave. If you feel that you must give a reason, you can offer something as simple as "I need to take some time to focus on my mental health" or "I'm really busy lately and don't have time to spend here." If they throw a fit over this, that's honestly just more proof that you need to get out.
If any practices the group taught you actually helped, you can keep doing them. If doing affirmations helped you, keep doing affirmations. If listening to so-called healing frequencies actually made you feel better, you don't have to stop listening to them. If you were practicing something like the Law of Assumption, you can carry on with a lot of that under a psychological model rather than Neville Goddard's wacky metaphysical model. (See this video for an example.) If it genuinely helps you and doesn't hurt anyone else, by all means, keep doing it.
Get some critical thinking skills. In order to keep yourself from falling into another bad group, it's important to develop your critical thinking skills.
Learn to apply the Five W's (who, what, when, where, and why) when encountering any information.
Learn common logical fallacies.
Learn the difference between fact, opinion, belief, and prejudice.
Don't equate emotional reactions with some kind of innate or higher moral guidance.
Ask yourself if you're "thinking for yourself" or being led to believe you're thinking for yourself.
Know what emotional manipulation tactics look like.
Watch out for these behaviors in any new group you join.
Yes, there are ways to confirm the age of an old text without having the original text itself.
Learn how propaganda works.
Watch out for these red flags in spiritual groups.
And watch out for this red flag.
Understand that belief doesn't have to be binary.
So yeah, hopefully this'll give folks some actionable advice. I can't promise it's going to help each and every person out there, but hopefully it'll give a lot of you something that will help.
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I'm rereading Rise.
I'm at the Browncoats.
I know I'll cry but I read it anyway because you're a fantastic author and because, while I have only been to SDCC once, I can SEE the exhibition hall as the story proceeds. I can SEE everything as it happens.
Thank you for this distraction while my life implodes. This is a lifeline I knew I needed, and it was just waiting for me to dive back in.
Thank you so much.
"San Diego 2014" is a hard one. Almost all the characters are fictionalized versions of real people who volunteered to die at my convention; several won Tuckerizations in auctions to support the Trevor Project.
The one survivor was chosen by her father, who said that was all he'd be trying to accomplish in a zombie apocalypse. (Ironically, I've gotten a lot of crap for her "unrealistic"name, when she's directly named after the real person who inspired her.)
I really wish I'd been able to write the Space Crime Continuum tie-in novels.
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bagopucks · 1 year
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C. Caufield - Misunderstand Us
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Cole Caufield x Reader
Requested✨
Word Count: 3.8k
Warning(s); insults, cursing, arguments and fighting.
Not exactly enemies to lovers, but enemies to ‘on the way to lovers’
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The soundtrack of Grease played through my earbuds as I pulled a sweatshirt on and stepped out of my bedroom. The cool wood floor greeted my once warm feet as I walked down the hall and eventually down the steps. The Hughes lake house was too quiet. Especially for it being the middle of the day, with more than three boys inside. When Quinn invited me, I only agreed because I hadn’t planned my own vacation. I never imagined how difficult it would be to live in a house with guys everywhere. I knew though, that the silence was the consequences of horrible hangovers from a night of heavy drinking. They were all either still in bed, or slinking around somewhere like zombies.
My only lifeline was Ellen when she came to visit. My sweet relief was seeing her car in the driveway on some afternoons, to free me from the testosterone filled prison that was the lake house.
When I heard a thud, I was quick to pull one of my earbuds out. The noise came from the kitchen, and I assumed that’s where I would find the boys.
I rushed into the doorway, and drew in a deep breath to greet them- until I realized the room was empty. Aside from one blonde haired boy on his knees, on the counter.
“Damnit!” I heard him mutter. Cole. The one guy I simply couldn’t get along with.
“Keep reaching, sweets.” I immediately spoke, startling the blonde- who almost fell off the counter when I startled him.
He turned his body to look back at me, surprise melting into distaste.
“Shut up.” He glared before he looked back at the cabinet he was trying to reach the back of. The cereal cabinet. I smirked and shook my head.
I never meant to have an issue with Cole. My hatred simply developed when we first met. He was very forward.. flirtatious and cocky. I couldn’t stand it. Apparently he didn’t like my attitude much either. In my defense, I was used to guys being horribly up front and unnecessarily close to me. I expected Cole to have a little more class considering his friends were all decent humans. I had been incredibly wrong.
“Where’s everybody else?” I asked as he finally got ahold of the cereal and hopped down from the counter. Though I’d never say anything to him, I did hate whoever made the decision to put the cereal in an overhead cabinet. I especially hated Trevor for pushing all the cereals to the back the day prior, when I had been trying to grab a box.
“Still in bed.” Cole set the box down on the counter. “Why are you up?”
“I don’t know.. let me think about it.” I placed my finger on my chin, feigning cluelessness before I walked over to the blinds and reached for the string hanging by them. One tug, and that beautiful sunlight came shining in.
Cole groaned and reached up to rub his eyes.
“Oh yeah! That’s why I’m up.” I pointed outside.
“Fuck you.”
“Feeling’s mutual.” I walked past him toward the kitchen door, and swiped the box of cereal on the counter as well. “Have fun getting another box, Colton,” I teased, waving the cereal box in the air like a trophy as I left the kitchen.
“That’s not my name!”
It was not the first tense encounter we had, but I never assumed it to be Cole’s breaking point.
“You know what?” I flinched at the sound of his voice. He had never been a particularly deep speaker, but that didn’t change how intimidating it was to hear him so angry.
I clutched the cereal box in both hands and slowly turned just as I had stepped onto the first step of the staircase.
Cole stormed out of the kitchen and toward the steps.
“I’m so sick of your shit!”
I raised a brow at him.
“Relax, Cole.” Perhaps my tone didn’t have to be as nonchalant. I could understand how much worse my seeming carelessness made the situation the second I saw Cole clench his fists.
“No! I’m so sick of relaxing! I never did a single thing to you! I don’t even know how Quinn stands you!” I heard the sound of a door opening, and felt my cheeks flush from embarrassment. I dreaded seeing the face of whoever would come down the steps.
I wasn’t that unbearable, was I? I didn’t treat anybody else as harshly as I treated Cole. He simply rubbed me the wrong way. And it wasn’t like the insults and harsh words were one sided.
“I’d say I don’t know how Jack can tolerate you, but let’s be honest.. he’s about the nicest and most easygoing guy I know. You’re probably just somebody he keeps around out of pity.” I could see the flash of hurt in his features before anger quickly replaced it. Somehow, I felt powerful knowing I had struck a chord.
I wasn’t the type to enjoy the power of hurting people, but it did ease my mind to know I had one upped him in this battle of insults.
“What the hell is going on?” I finally heard the person at the top of the steps. Oddly enough, it was Trevor.
“Nothing, Trevor. Cole’s being a fucking asshole.” I threw my arms down to my sides and turned to storm up the steps. Trevor knew better than to stop me. He stepped out of my way when I made it to the top.
“Cole? Buddy?” Though Trevor spared me a nervous glance, I was not the one he spoke to. He swiftly disappeared down the stairs to greet his blonde friend.
I could hear movement in both Jack and Quinn’s rooms as I walked by, and I made quick work of getting into my room to change. I needed a day away from the boys and the noise. Cole and his stupid attitude. All the stress.
Quinn promised I’d have a fun vacation. It didn’t seem so fun now.
I shouldn’t have slammed the door, a fact made known to me the second I heard somebody knocking. I set the cereal box down on my nightstand. What was once a trophy was now a sign of shame. I pulled my earbuds out and unplugged them, throwing them on the bed. I walked over to my dresser to grab a new shirt and a pair of shorts.
I heard Jack yelling for Cole and Trevor. This had to be Luke or Quinn.
“Hey? Can I come in?” Quinn. His voice came just as I slipped my shirt on. I grabbed a pair of socks from my dresser and put those on as well before I grabbed the nearest pair of tennis shoes. I finished changing before I answered.
“That’s fine.” I mumbled. I walked over to my bed and sat down, slipping one shoe on as Quinn opened the door and stepped inside. He resealed my privacy by closing the door once again behind himself.
“Hey. What’s going on?”
“Nothing, Quinn.” I put my next shoe on.
“Look, I know you and Cole haven’t gotten along well, but-“
“Uh uh. No. Don’t say a word.” I shook my head as I swiftly walked over to Quinn. I stoped in front of him, only to reach behind him to grab my bag, hanging from the door handle. A tiny black book bag that held my wallet and keys, and other essentials I needed for a day out.
“Come on,” Quinn pleaded as I pulled my door open, giving him no choice but to jump out of the way.
“I’m going out, Quinn. You can tell your ass of a friend to fuck off. And if I’m really that intolerable, I’ll pack my bags and leave at the end of the week.” Quinn looked both perplexed and concerned.
“What did he say to you?”
I wasn’t going to answer. I was already halfway down the hall when he finished speaking. By the time Quinn tried to catch me, I was out the front door. And I had no shame in slamming it.
Me? Insufferable?
I may have had a few loud moments here and there. I certainly wasn’t perfect. But what made me insufferable?
Cole was whole loads of unbearable.
With the way he spoke to me. Told me I was beautiful the first time we met. Made a joke about how we were set up. Made me feel stupid and tricked me into thinking he was interested. Just to make jokes about me days later -though I had insulted him first, and I had been the first offender-. Who did he think he was?
I drove blindly into chaotic traffic, and well until I found a mall to shop my blues away in. I had turned my phone off to ignore the messages and calls from any of the boys. I didn’t want to hear from them. I needed space.
Something only Quinn truly knew how to give.
The mall though. The mall knew exactly how much space I needed. Me, myself, and an armload of bags. A new pair of sunglasses, a cute crop top, a few different pairs of pants. I shopped until I felt like I’d settled enough to think of Cole or that lake house and not physically seethe. And then I took myself to dinner.
Only when I got sat down, did I turn my phone on. The texts from Jack ended after twenty. Quinn only sent ten. Trevor sent enough that I wasn’t going to count them. I was even surprised to see a text from a number I never put in my phone. A simple,
Hey it’s Cole. I’m really sorry
I wanted to correct his punctuation, but instead, I ignored all three of the boys.
I deleted the missed calls, opened contact names so texts wouldn’t be considered unread, and then I set my phone face down on the table.
When the waiter came, I ordered my comfort food, and I sat quietly listening to the music in the background for around an hour while I ate. Not rushed, uninterrupted, and quietly.
I let Cole’s apology sink in, but I didn’t want to respond. If he was sorry, that was fine, but if still didn’t explain anything.
It wasn’t until I payed and walked back out to my car, that I opened my phone and looked at the message again. I absentmindedly slipped my key into the ignition, then I noticed a bright red light from the corner of my eye. I looked toward my speedometer, and my heart sank.
If how much I spent shopping wasn’t a tell of my angry decision making, then electing to ignore the fact that I was low on gas, was a good enough example.
I wouldn’t make it home. I wouldn’t even make it to a close enough gas station.
I swallowed my pride, dialed my emergency contact, and waited.
“Hey! Are you okay? I couldn’t see your location, I got a little nervous.”
I sighed and glanced down at my steering wheel.
“I’m fine. I just- I went shopping and had an early dinner.”
“You could have told us.”
“I’m sorry, Q. Really.. I just- I needed some space.”
It was his turn to sigh.
“Are you okay?”
“Not really.. no.”
“What’s up?”
“My gas tank is almost empty. I don’t know how I’m getting home.” I was greeted by silence on the other line, other than the muffled voices I could hear.
“You’ll have to- well… My brothers and Trev- we all went golfing. We’re like- two hours away..”
“Shit, Quinn. I don’t wanna sit in the dark parking lot that long.” I complained, though I knew it was not his fault.
“We can definitely come get you.. or you could call Cole.” I clenched my teeth. “He’s closer than we are.”
“Why didn’t he go with you guys?” I had to ask.
“He needed some space too. You guys both said some pretty mean shit to each other. Jack and Trev aren’t happy with either of you.”
Right.. because we had mutual friends. They were mad at me for being rude and mad at Cole for being rude. At least they weren’t picking sides.
“Can’t you guys just come get me?”
“Come on. If it’s really that bad I’ll pick you up, but we’re just finishing this match and we had our own plans.”
It was selfish of me to make the boys quit what they were doing because I couldn’t be mature. I gave in quickly.
“I’ll give Cole a call.”
“Good. Just try to keep things civil, eh?”
“I’ll try.”
I hopped from one call to the next. I hung up on Quinn, and pulled up my texts to find the number I didn’t have in my phone. I pressed call.
Cole didn’t pick up near as quickly as Quinn did, but he picked up nonetheless.
“Who’s this?”
“You’ll never guess,” I quipped. The words slipped before I could stop myself.
“Oh.”
I closed my eyes and took in a breath.
“If I share my location with you, will you come pick me up?” I opened my eyes and looked out into the parking lot. I made sure my doors were locked.
“Why?”
“My car’s almost out of gas. I can’t get home.”
I hated the silence I was once again greeted with. These boys were horrible at saying, ‘hold on,’ or ‘one moment.’
“I’ll be there.” I heard a jingle of keys and I felt my hopes lift.
“Oh thank you so much C-“ I paused. Now the silence was awkward. Not contemplating. Awkward.
“No problem.”
I would be the first to admit, I hung up after he spoke, with the speed of a cheetah. I set my phone down and turned my car off to save what little fuel it did have. Within the silence and the darkness, I eyed my surroundings.
My eyes skimmed over a man standing in the lot by the mall entrance. I thought nothing of him, until my mind wandered. I checked to make sure my windows were all the way up, and that my doors were locked once again.
He could be innocently waiting for someone. A wife or child, lover or sibling. Or he could be up to something else. One could never be too sure.
I waited anxiously, almost two hours for Cole. My car got cold quickly, and I found myself rubbing my arms to warm up just as his headlights flashed in my rear view mirror. I had to stop myself from thanking God for Cole Caufield.
He quickly got out of his car, dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt like it wasn’t chilly outside. I unlocked the car doors and swiftly stepped out. He met me as we approached each other around the hood of my car.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I nodded.
“Do you need anything out of your car?”
“All of my bags are in the trunk. I can get them.” I shivered and waved a hand at him. I turned and made my way around to my trunk, only to realize Cole followed me when I opened it and saw his hands reaching for my bags. I glanced at him, but he didn’t seem to notice. Too focused on the task at hand.
“Can you pop my trunk?” He asked, and I swiftly nodded. I walked over to his car, next to my own, and opened his trunk. He set my bags down with ease, raising a brow only when he heard the clinking of bottles.
We made eye contact.
“I like wine.. I’m not drinking piss all the time.” I spoke as if it were obvious. I didn’t mind beer, but I had things I liked better.
Cole cracked a smile, and I grew conflicted with my own emotions.
I helped him move the last of my bags into his car before he closed my trunk.
“Anything else?” I shook my head, a shiver wracked my body. Cole slipped past me, walking between our cars and opening his back seat door. He pulled a sweatshirt out and handed it over to me. It was one of mine.
“I grabbed it. I figured you might be cold.” He held the sweatshirt out, and I hate to say that I took note of the way our fingers brushed when I took it from him.
“Thanks, Cole.” I whispered as I looked down at the shirt. I slowly pulled it on.
“Why don’t you get in? I bet you wanna be back at the house.”
That I did.
Cole and I didn’t exchange much more after that. The drive wasn’t as tense as I expected it to be, but it also wasn’t calm. In the end, I curled up in his passenger seat and dozed off well until we were back at the lake house.
I eventually woke up to a nudge on my shoulder and the feeling of cold air kissing my lips. I licked them out of impulse, my eyes fluttering open slowly.
I was met by the sight of an Angel, his halo illuminated by the street light above.
I had to remind myself it was Cole I was looking at. Not a Saint.
“You coming inside?” He teased with a smirk. A pinch of my resentment for him returned seeing that snarky smile.
I swiftly climbed out of the car, and stretched as I approached the lake house entrance. Cole shut my door for me, seeing as I didn’t give him much of an option.
“Did you want your stuff?” He called to me. I shook my head.
“Just leave it in the car. I’m exhausted. I’ll get it in the morning.”
Cole joined me by the front door in record time. He unlocked it, and I stepped inside only to slink off into the kitchen. I was starving. I heard the door shut and lock. I assumed that was the end of our interaction. Until I heard the distinct sound of Cole’s feather light steps enter the kitchen. I glanced back at him, having just pulled a pizza pan out of one of the cupboards.
We eyed each other in silence. He held an unreadable expression.
“Did you want pizza too?” I asked. Confused.
“No.”
“Then, what?” I asked, seeing as he was staring at me for longer than I appreciated.
Cole’s face scrunched up into a look of uncertainty and discomfort.
He looked away, then back at me. Then away again. “I didn’t mean to ever make you uncomfortable. Or mad.. or whatever I did to make you so upset with me.”
I was shocked. I looked down at the pizza pan as I set it on the counter. My fingers grazed over the lip of the pan.
“What’s done is done.” I shrugged.
“Yeah, but I shouldn’t have said all those mean things. You’re not intolerable.”
“Cole-“
“Quinn just..”
I immediately looked back up at him. What did Quinn have to do with this? We made eye contact and I tilted my head as a signal for him to go on.
“He told me you were really pretty, and that we had a lot in common. And then when I saw you- I got nervous. The cocky thing always seems to work for Jack.” I watched him smile sadly before he shook his head. I didn’t understand why somebody as handsome as Cole felt he needed to use someone else’s method to get girls.
“Well there’s a reason I’m not with Jack.” I leaned forward. I never assumed it was a misunderstanding between us. I assumed Cole was an ass and that was that.
“I know.” The way his voice softened worried me. Cole shrugged and shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts. I didn’t peg him as the emotional type.
“I guess I’m sorry too. I didn’t know Quinn said anything to you. He’s mentikned you, but not like.. in a suggestion that we might like each other.”
Cole nodded.
“He did mention to me.. the sweet, and funny, and weird version of you though. That’s not got his head up his own ass every day.” I watched the blonde shift his weight before he walked further into the kitchen to sit on one of the stools at the island.
“I don’t much care for the Cole who’s rude and cranky every day. But the Cole who picked me up tonight was really sweet.” I pursed my lips, “and thoughtful.”
I didn’t like him before, but all of our issues had been over nothing. A simple miss-understanding. When one stripped away all of the insults and fights we threw at one another, they could assume there was a chance for us.
“Could we just.. maybe forget about all that stuff?” Cole asked. I could tell he was embarrassed. I should have been too, but for some reason, it was much easier to feel bad when we were both in the wrong.
“As long as we can agree not to have these shitty explosive fights any more.” I reasoned.
“I think we can manage that.”
“I think that’s a good idea.” I leaned forward against the counter and flashed Cole a smile.
“And maybe we could go out and get to know each other tomorrow night?”
I was caught off guard by his suggestion, but I nodded nonetheless.
“I don’t mind the sound of that.”
After taking away every hateful interaction we had, I decided that all I knew of Cole was his name, his profession, and how handsome he was. I knew nothing of him, and if Quinn believed we’d make a good pair, then I’d just have to give it a try.
Cautiously, of course.
I made a small pizza, and the two of us ended up on the couch by the end of the night, in a conversation about animal videos with two empty plates stacked on the coffee table. We eventually moved to the middle of the couch, pressed into one another’s sides, holding our phones out.
We must have gone through a million videos before I set my phone aside to only look at Cole’s.
I felt the weight of Cole’s arm find its way around my shoulder. It was comforting in a way I never expected Cole’s touch to be.
I fell asleep not long after, dozing off as our conversations ceased and silence filled the air. Cole’s occasional giggle would startle me awake, until I reached the point of no return, breathing softly into his shoulder and falling unconscious.
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“Five bucks says they’ve killed each other.” Trevor piped up from behind Jack and Quinn, laughing softly.
“I’d hope they haven’t. I’d feel horrible. It’s my fault this happened anyway.” Quinn muttered as he unlocked the door and pushed it open.
“They’re probably in their rooms. Stop freaking out.” Jack complained softly to his older brother as the three walked inside. The soft glow from the living room lamp seeped into the hall. All three kicked their shoes off and snuck into the living room doorway to see who was inside.
“Aw shit.” Trevor mumbled. “There goes my five bucks.”
“This is all it took?” Quinn muttered, incredulous.
“They look comfortable.” Jack folded his arms across his chest.
They eyed Cole, sleeping soundly on the couch with an arm around the girl he’d been feuding with for weeks. Both sound asleep. Both content with one another. At long last.
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Up Through Aperture History (Portal 2 part 6) https://www.twitch.tv/asm5129
Continuing through the Aperture ruins--and remember to contribute to on for the queer/trans fundrasiers I'm running
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sunkissed-zegras · 6 months
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✮ 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬, nhl players
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♡ ─ pairing(s) | quinn hughes x fem!reader, jack hughes x fem!reader, luke hughes x fem!reader, alex turcotte x fem!reader, trevor zegras x fem!reader
♡ ─ summary | types of kisses that i think these players would give!
♡ ─ warnings | kissing (obviously LOL), mention of migraines, mention of criticism/hate, just overall fluff lmk if i missed anything
♡ ─ taglist | tbd! check out link in navigation!
♡ ─ ev's notes | THIS WAS SO CUTE, i loved it. i remember reading something similar to this but i can't remember who wrote it, so if y'all know who just tell me so i can credit them lol. this was one of my favorite things to write, it was short and sweet just how i like it. if you guys want a part 2, let me know, maybe like umich players or more nhl players. anyways, enjoy!!!!
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♡ quinn hughes kissing their injuries
when you two had first gotten together, it started as a little joke. anytime he'd get a little injury, even something as small as a paper-cut, you'd kiss it. and every single time, quinn's heart would melt. now, quinn relies on you to make him feel better even if it is a little joke. one day, you were struck by a painful migraine. the throbbing in your head was relentless, and you couldn't find any relief. you laid in bed, your entire head feeling like it weighed a million pounds and your eyes blurry. in that painful moment, quinn leaned down and placed a tender kiss on your temple. it was a gesture of love and empathy, his way of trying to alleviate your pain, just like you always did with him. as his lips touched your skin, you felt a wave of warmth wash over you. the pain, though still present, seemed to lose some of its intensity. but it wasn't just the relief from the migraine that struck you. it was the overwhelming feeling of love and care that quinn's kiss had conveyed, and in that moment you knew that you loved quinn more than anyone else in the world.
♡ jack hughes comforting kisses
in the world of constant criticism and hatred, jack felt like he couldn't find any comfort in anything anymore. that was until he met you. you were the embodiment of warmth and comfort to jack, every moment spent with you felt like a beacon of light in his otherwise gloomy existence. every interaction with you felt like a warm, inviting embrace, like a soft, cozy blanket on a chilly winter's night. and that was just your mere energy, your kisses felt were on a whole other playing-field. until he met you, kisses were just kisses but now they had the power to erase his worries, and to melt away the troubles that weighed on his heart. they weren't just physical gestures anymore; they were a testament to your love and care. they were a silent promise that, in your arms, he would always find solace and warmth. jack couldn't help but be captivated by the tenderness and affection that your kisses conveyed. in a world that often seemed devoid of kindness, your presence and affection became a lifeline for jack. you were the antidote to the poison of negativity that threatened to consume him. your love was the source of his strength, a sanctuary where he could find respite from the world's harshness.
♡ luke hughes first kisses
the first kiss between you and luke was a moment of pure innocence and wholesomeness, filled with a deep sense of care and affection. it was a memory that would forever be etched in both of your hearts that set the mood for the rest of your relationship. it happened on a warm summer evening at the lake house before you both left for college. as the sun dipped below the lake, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. you had been spending time together, talking and laughing, sharing stories and dreams. the conversation flowed effortlessly but then there was a gentle pause, a moment of unspoken understanding between you. the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you standing there, bathed in the soft, golden glow of the setting sun. with a shy smile, luke reached out, his hand brushing against yours, fingers interlocking in a tender embrace. it was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes of the affection that had already begun to grow between you. your heart raced as you met his gaze, eyes locking in a shared moment of vulnerability and anticipation. the world seemed to hold its breath as you leaned in, your lips drawing closer to his, guided by an unspoken desire. when your lips finally met, it was a soft and gentle kiss, filled with all the sweetness of a first touch. it was a kiss that spoke of trust and tenderness, a promise of something beautiful blooming between you. as your lips lingered against his, you could feel the warmth of his smile, a silent affirmation of the connection you both felt. it was a kiss that held the promise of many more to come.
♡ alex turcotte accidental kisses
it was obvious, alex was head over heels for you. the way he talked to you, the way his eyes lit up when you talked to him, the way he talked about you ─ it was painfully obvious to everyone who knew alex. when he talked to you, his voice would soften, becoming a gentle, tone that was reserved only for you. he listened intently to your words, hanging on to every syllable as if they were precious secrets meant only for him. it was as though the world faded into the background when he engaged in conversation with you, his undivided attention focused solely on you. but it wasn't just in the way he spoke; it was also in the way he looked at you. his eyes lit up with an unmistakable brightness whenever you entered the room or caught his gaze. it was a look of genuine adoration, as if he couldn't believe his luck to have you in his life. your presence had the power to brighten his day, and it was evident in the warmth that radiated from his gaze. one day, you two hung out alone in your apartment to watch harry potter, who was your favorite series (which also happened to be his, too). as the rain tapped gently on your windowpane, you and alex curled up on the couch, surrounded by an array of blankets and pillows. the soft glow of the TV illuminated the room as the opening notes of the harry potter theme music filled the air. it was a familiar and comforting sound, setting the perfect mood. then, as you reached behind him to get the remote, alex thought you were leaning in for a kiss. he immediately started to freak out but he leaned in and kissed you, too. as he leaned away and he took a look at the confused look in your eyes, panic set in as he realized he might have misread the situation. what if you were just reaching for the remote? what if he was about to make a complete fool of himself? you instantly let out a soft laugh which somehow, made his anxiety worse. but then you put a hand on his cheek and kissed him again, a sweeter kiss than the one before. in that moment, the doubts and fears that had plagued him faded away, replaced by the warmth and certainty of your affection. this second kiss was different from the first. it was softer, sweeter, and filled with an undeniable warmth. it was a kiss that erased any lingering doubts and replaced them with a newfound sense of connection and affection. it was a kiss that told alex everything he needed to know. when you eventually pulled away, your eyes met his, mirroring the newfound clarity in your connection. no words were necessary to articulate what had just transpired between you both.
♡ trevor zegras angry kisses
you and trevor were stubborn which meant every argument was terrible. your unwavering determination was part of what drew you to each other, but it also meant that neither of you was willing to back down easily. at first, it might seem like a manageable fight, but as your stubbornness came into play, the situation would quickly escalate. voices would rise, and tempers would flare. each of you was convinced of your own viewpoint, and neither was willing to yield. the arguments would become intense, filled with impassioned words, and sometimes even hurtful accusations. arguments with trevor could be exhausting and emotionally draining, but they were also a testament to the passion and love that existed between you. neither of you could stand to see the other upset, which often led to passionate reconciliations after the storm of an argument had passed. and after every single fight, no matter how bad it was, trevor would always be the one to budge to everyone's surprise. he never wanted to lose you so even in the worst of both of your moments, he always was willing to compromise his ego for the wellbeing of your relationship. and after every single fight, he'd give you a kiss to mend things with the both of you. it was a sweet and passionate kiss. each time his lips met yours in that tender, passionate kiss, it was a silent promise that he would do whatever it took to keep your relationship strong and thriving. it was a way of saying, "i love you, and i'm sorry," without needing words.
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astars-things · 8 months
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Hey! Could you please do 2."taking the other’s hand and holding it close" and 6.“It hurts so bad… please make it stop.” with trevor please
Pairing Trevor Zegras x reader
"Hey, babe, you okay?" he mumbled, his voice laced with worry.
I managed a weak smile, despite the waves of pain crashing over me. "Just the usual," I replied, my voice barely more than a whisper.
He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his touch gentle and comforting. "Do you need anything? Painkillers, a heating pad?"
I shook my head. "I've already taken painkillers, but they haven't kicked in yet. And the heating pad is just making me sweat." I let out a frustrated sigh. It was like my body had turned against me, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Trevor shifted closer, his arm draping over my waist. "How about I try to help take your mind off it? I could tell you a story or we could watch something together."
I appreciated his efforts, but the pain was so overwhelming that it was hard to focus on anything else. I curled into a fetal position, clutching my abdomen as if that would somehow ease the ache.
Seeing my discomfort, Trevor's expression turned into one of deep concern. Without a word, he gently pulled me into his arms, cradling me against his chest. I buried my face into his warm embrace, finding solace in his presence. His hand found mine, our fingers intertwining naturally. His touch was grounding, a lifeline in the midst of the storm raging within me.
"It hurts so bad… please make it stop," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of pain and vulnerability.
Trevor held me tighter, his fingers softly tracing circles on my hand. "I wish I could take the pain away, love. I hate seeing you like this."
His words held a sincerity that touched my heart. In that moment, I didn't care about the discomfort or the cramps; all that mattered was Trevor's unwavering support. He was willing to share my pain, to be there for me when I needed him the most.
As the minutes turned into hours, Trevor stayed by my side, never once letting go of my hand. He regaled me with stories, cracking jokes, and doing his best to distract me from the agony I was experiencing. And slowly, as his words and his touch worked their magic, the pain began to recede, replaced by a deep sense of gratitude and affection.
By the time the painkillers finally started to work, I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Trevor's presence had been a lifeline, pulling me through the worst of it. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with admiration and love.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. "You don't have to thank me, babe. Taking care of you is what I'm here for."
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Friends at The Sepentry are doing a Pride month giveaway to raise money for The Trevor Project this month. I said I'd let y'all here know it was going on over on Instagram!
If you don't know, The Trevor Project is a nonprofit organization which provides help and support to the queer community through crisis services, peer support/community, research, public outreach, advocacy, and more, with a major focus on suicide prevention in LGBTQ+ youth.
From Wikipedia: "The Trevor Lifeline is a nationwide, around-the-clock crisis and suicide prevention helpline for LGBTQ youth in the United States. The lifeline is a free and confidential service from counselors trained to listen without judgement and can refer callers to supportive local organizations and groups. The number for the line in the United States is 1-866-488-7386."
The Serpentry is doing a little giveaway in an attempt to raise $1,000 for this organization. The actual giveaway post, with full rules (please read them all!), is located here on instagram. You can enter via donating $5 through their fundraiser link. Every $5 is a ticket, and there are extra ways to get tickets in the rules on their instagram- reblogging this post is NOT a way to enter, so you can safely share and spread the word without being entered. Prizes are winner's choice from the photos above!
Even if you don't want to participate in the giveaway, The Trevor Project is a great organization to support this Pride season. Stay safe out there!
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Last nights episode was fantastic. I didn’t blog a whole lot during it because I was enraptured. There were so many fantastic moments.
Watching Ashton made me realize I am just like them, and it hurts so bad. I hate myself. I have suicidal ideation. I have chronic pain. I feel so much anger to people who are no longer in my life. I am constantly looking for someone to blame. I am trying to better those around me to give myself hope that I can get better. I am broken because of other people’s choices.
But the part that made me sob was the doll. I’ve been trying to hold my inner child close lately. Buying, doing, and watching things that would have made her happy. Watching Ashton start crying over a doll, the only time we’ve ever seen them cry (I think lol) so far this campaign, just shows how much love they need. After all, it’s love that makes people.
This is why diverse fiction is so important. Being able to see myself on screen has been so cathartic. I am healing and learning from Ashton. I am taking the steps to get better, along side a character who holds a special place in my heart.
There isn’t really a point to this post. I just needed to write this down. Thank you for listening and I hope you are doing well, critters. Remember, it gets better. You are so loved. Also, I am in therapy, I am safe and okay.
If you need someone:
National Suicide and Crisis Lifeline: 988
The Trevor Project Hotline for LGBTQIA+ Youth: 1-866-488-7386
Trans Lifeline: 1-877-565-8860
YouthLine, for anyone in crisis aged 11-21: 1-877-968-8491
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