I Got Bored And Looked Up A Bnha Quirk Generator, Put In Sinylene For The Name, And I Got A ‘nightmare

but did Jesus care about lgbtq+ peeps? just wanna get perspectives, and also i like drama 🙃

Point blank period

Hello world! I’m here, I’m queer. 💙💛💖 I decided to make a poem to introduce myself to tumblr. My name is Sinylene (but not irl) and my goal is to make life funner. Don’t judge me; poetry’s hard! I wish i had a business card. That would be easier than this.

I just realized that I actually have people who care about what I have to say. Thank you 2019-isbitingmeintheass, falloutchemicalveils, and chriswallastattoos.

that moment when you get bored and decide to make a tumblr for literally no reason at all

holy crap. i just realized just how truly awful some people are. it’s worse to say ‘i accept you’ but be a douche about it than to openly not accept them (not to extremes, obviously)

Acceptance

My mom “accepts me”, but she “knows I only chose to be bisexual so I didn’t have to break up with my girlfriend when she started transition.”

My dad “accepts me” but often reminds me that “monogamy is important no matter who you’re attracted to” because bi girls are more likely to cheat.

My girlfriend’s mom “accepts her” but won’t use her chosen name and only uses the right pronouns half the time.

My pan friend’s mom “accepts her” but still calls her girlfriend her “best friend” because she “knows my friend will find the right boy someday”

A gay guy I met in class has parents that “accept him” but when he said he was being bullied for his sexuality said that “he should just be less public about it.”

None of us have been kicked out. We still talk to our parents. They give us food and clothes and help pay college tuition. They haven’t threatened to kill us. They haven’t actually killed us.

They “accept us”

But no they don’t.

Not kicking your kid out/not murdering them cannot be the standard of acceptance. It’s not accepting. It’s almost nothing.

If you want to be a wonderful accepting parent to a LGBTQ+ kid, you have to listen to what they say and trust them. You have to do your research and understand that this is who they are and it’s not up to them. You have to do anything you can to make their lives easier because the rest of the world is already going to make them go through hell.

And if you’re not ready to trust your kid and love them no matter what, don’t call yourself progressive or accepting.

You’re just a dick.

Why did I pick Alexander Hamilton as my topic for the research paper? Why did I do this to myself?

One fell, and the other rose. They were both going to be in the same place. The angel saw a plane fly past, and the demon felt herself fly out of a lake. They both hit the ground at the same time. The angel stood, and the demon landed on her feet. —————————————

I had an idea for a story, here’s the rough draft

The angel fell. She stared up at Heaven and wept. She wept, and saw her tears streaming out above her. She reached out a hand toward the sky, but there was nothing she could do. All the angel could do was stare and weep. She felt something then. She felt the feathers being stripped from her wings. But she did not cry out. She felt her halo shatter into a hundred thousand pieces she felt those pieces sting her eyes and her back and her legs and her everything. But still, she did not cry out. She whispered something. She whispered “Why? What have I done that is so wrong that I have been cast out of Heaven?” The angel felt her wings begin to change and become leathery. She said no. She felt horns begin to push out from her skull and she said no. The angel felt something fade away from the hundred thousand pieces of her halo. It was replaced with something new and gray. She felt her wings break, and she did cry out, for she did not know what it meant. The angel’s wings healed into something new and gray. She felt the feathers grow back, new and gray, just like the rest of her. The angel felt the pieces of her halo pull themselves out of wherever they were and form anew. She no longer wept, for she had changed. She was stronger now. She smiled. The demon rose. She stared down at Hell and raged. She raged, and saw her tears streaming down into the abyss. She scrabbled for something to pull her toward the depths, but there was nothing she could do. All the demon could do was stare and rage. She felt something then. She felt the skin being stripped from her wings. But she did not cry out. She felt her horns shatter into a hundred thousand pieces she felt those pieces sting her eyes and her back and her legs and her everything. But still, she did not cry out. She screamed something. She screamed “Why? What have I done that is so wrong that not even Hell itself will have me?” The demon felt her wings begin to tear from her back. She said no. She felt her red eyes begin to fade into blindness and she said no. The demon felt something fade away from the hundred thousand pieces of her horns. It was replaced with something new and gray. She felt her wings snap at the joints, and she did cry out, for she did not know what it meant. The demon’s wings healed into something new and gray. She felt feathers grow, new and gray, just like the rest of her. The demon felt the pieces of her horns pull themselves out of wherever they were and form anew. She no longer wept, for she had changed. She was stronger now. She smiled.

i have four settings: d&d, ‘the trash man cometh,’ ranibow sprimkle, and dysphoric

I made my own Pan-Scan!

*beeps loudly at me*

See? It works!

I personally have a certafied, top quality Pan-Scan

ack i need to post more than once a freaking month