trans* boys in gryffindor being sent to the girl’s dormitory and then being delighted when the stairs won’t let them up

trans* girls in gryffindor being told they can’t go in the girl’s dormitory (and maybe shown what happens by some cis boy) and then trying it and finding that the stairs DO let them up

Gender fluid gryffindor students falling down as the steps to the girl’s dormitory unpredictably turn into a slide.

you’re a good egg

(Source: andragonyremade, via the-z-part)

Even if it means oblivion, friends, I’ll welcome it, because it won’t be nothing. We’ll be alive again in a thousand blades of grass, and a million leaves; we’ll be falling in the raindrops and blowing in the fresh breeze; we’ll be glittering in the dew under the stars and the moon out there in the physical world, which is our true home and always was.

Reposting this from last night because I still can’t believe it happened:

So um. We’re over at a friend’s and we didn’t have beer. I had Jazz with me, and some neighbors had expressed some excitement at seeing her (I was suited) and invited us over for drinks earlier.

We decided we’d ask them if we could have a beer or two in Jazz, because they were so delighted earlier.

But when we walked up to the apartment, this frat dude runs full-blown out the door at me and flatlines me onto the pavement. I’m talking a football frat dude, football tackle. Apparently he thought I was a friend of his?

My elbows and back are bloody, the base of my back is throbbing, and my head is sore as fuck. Hella fun! I’m going to call out of work tomorrow if I feel like shit. The dude apologized a ton, but it doesn’t change that I felt like I was hit by a truck. :P

We did get two beers, though. I wasn’t leaving without them.

An update from today: I’m still sore as fuck, yay! I did call out of work, because I didn’t fancy standing for 8 hours with my head and back hurting like they are.