Imagine. Youre The Youngest Kid In A Rich Family, The Son At That. Pretty Much The Best Thing To Be,

imagine. youre the youngest kid in a rich family, the son at that. pretty much the best thing to be, right? well no actually. your mom dies either after your birth or before it or sometime around that time. you decide to spend your days in the big tower they built for her with some other kids. you become their leader due to your status as the child of that family. you dont talk to your dad and he doesnt attempt to talk to you either. you dont really leave the tower but the other kids sometimes do. one day, you overhear two of them whispering. you can tell its about your dad. you step inbetween, arms crossed with a menacing look. "what are you two talking about" you ask, as serious as you can make your voice sound at twelve years old. one doghead looks at the other, who shrugs in panic. the first doghead raises his head to (probably) look at you. "sorry- its just that-" "your dad. its about your dad", the second one interrupts. your nose scrunches involuntarily. you hate your dad. "he... he looks. gendernonconforming as fuck". your eyes bulge. a scream older than everyones years in the polyhedron combined escapes your throat. "YOURE INSANE"

iconic early 2000s magazine grabs 🤍

Rocky Horror is turning 50 next month and people still act like being gay was invented by Ellen in 1997

real

happy v day kurold army heres something i will never finish