Thrifted concert tees for bands I've never seen "Mature for my age" but a clinical teen Still a sad Waldo in the back of the scene While all of my friends are painted weebs and queens, I'm still a loner since 1 2 3. Church, choir, queer, drama I'm a human being bred from trauma I want to die at 25 Sometimes I can't tell if I was ever alive
My chest is aching. My hands are shaking. My heart is racing. My back is breaking. Why am I crying? I might be dying, But I'm still breathing. I'm still breathing. I'm still breathing.
Team Free-Will and the Sorting Hat by SocraticPrince, literature
Literature
Team Free-Will and the Sorting Hat
Sam and Dean glanced at each other in awkward apprehension as they stood in front of a bright blue door in a little suburban neighborhood just outside Topeka, Kansas. With a committed sigh, Sam leaned forward and decidedly rapped the door three times. Sixteen hours earlier they were in St. Paul, Minnesota, having just wrapped up a case involving a vengeful spirit and a box of cursed sex toys. Though tired, an urgent text from Charlie Bradbury had them back in the Impala to the address where they now stood. The front lawn was decorated for Halloween, with jack-o-lanterns and half-exhumed skeletons reaching out of the ground. It was, in fact, October 31st. The blue door swung open almost instantly, revealing a bright, smiling ginger in black robes with a knit blue and silver scarf wrapped loosely around her neck and a tall, pointed hat covering her head. “Hi!” she exclaimed happily, looking back and forth between the two of them. “Wow you guys are fast! Come on in!” Before they had time
Faithless, I still wait for divine intervention.
Desirous, I look for reality in fiction.
Burning, I yearn for pure rain to clean the salt from my wounds.
Cursed, I rise only to burn once more.
Hope is a drug I've gained a tolerance of.
Hate is the cure of my addiction.
Hell is my rehab.
I fight the lies for my misery.
May I live forever in an honest darkness.
The ones who would have all, I owe none.
The ones who would have none, I owe all.
Blood runs thicker than water.
So thick.
For those who would have all claim blood as their right and life as their gift.
But only those who'd have none make the life "given" worth getting.
If all were the takers, my life would be taken too.
Depression:
When withered hands and their scar-laced wrists betray
the aged spirit of their youthful body
like tree rings on the most ancient of spring-laden oaks.
Though lips might smile as an oaks leaves might green,
though scars can be hidden,
dead eyes never lie. Behind them is a mind full to bursting
with the fallen leaves of last autumn
and autumns before.
A hoard of contrived guilt.
They are dark and they're dead,
but their mournful crunch remains trapped
where the winter winds could never reach.
In summer's dry thirst, the leaves catch alight.
They burn,
they smolder,
they smoke,
but much like the burning bush of Exodu
Unlimited (A WickedxFrozen Crossover): Part One by SocraticPrince, literature
Literature
Unlimited (A WickedxFrozen Crossover): Part One
Part One of Three: Collision
"Let the storm rage on! The cold never bothered me anyway."
"And nobody in all of Oz, no wizard that there is or was, is ever gonna bring me down!"
And thus a queen and witch, two powerful women, became a pair with unlimited possibilities.
ooo
Elsa looked around her in awe at the palace of ice that she had created... her first beautiful act of power she had ever elicited. The chains that had seemed to bind her heart for those thirteen long years had fallen away, and in that moment she was no longer a queen, but a goddess.
A strange sound behind her put a slight damper on the perfection and happiness of the m
Frozen Fan Fiction: For My Kingdom- Chapter Nine by SocraticPrince, literature
Literature
Frozen Fan Fiction: For My Kingdom- Chapter Nine
Fear Will Be Your Enemy
The throne room, in which Elsa usually met with her advisers and citizens of Arendelle, now contained three times as many chairs and sitting on each one was, hopefully, a friend of the kingdom. It was mid to late afternoon and the room was rather warm. Without anyone else knowing, before she entered the room she sent in a small current of cool air. Perhaps if they were more comfortable they would be more likely to help her.
She nodded to a small man by the door who then announced, "Queen Elsa of Arendelle." Everyone in the room stood.
Elsa's heart was pounding fast in her chest as if it were trying to escape as she
Frozen Fan Fiction: For My Kingdom- Chapter Eight by SocraticPrince, literature
Literature
Frozen Fan Fiction: For My Kingdom- Chapter Eight
Olaf's Journey
After leaving the pair of royal sisters to their own devices, the now-human snowman discovered the craziest thing. His stomach growled at him angrily. He was hungry.
Since previously he had had no digestive system (or any sort of system, for that matter), the sensation was foreign and intense. He recalled seeing the people eating huge plates of delicious looking food in a big hall on the ground floor of the castle, and so he headed that direction looking around in fascination. Everything suddenly looked and felt different then it had when he was made of snow. He was surrounded with a warm blanket of air instead of being shiel
Thrifted concert tees for bands I've never seen "Mature for my age" but a clinical teen Still a sad Waldo in the back of the scene While all of my friends are painted weebs and queens, I'm still a loner since 1 2 3. Church, choir, queer, drama I'm a human being bred from trauma I want to die at 25 Sometimes I can't tell if I was ever alive
My chest is aching. My hands are shaking. My heart is racing. My back is breaking. Why am I crying? I might be dying, But I'm still breathing. I'm still breathing. I'm still breathing.
Team Free-Will and the Sorting Hat by SocraticPrince, literature
Literature
Team Free-Will and the Sorting Hat
Sam and Dean glanced at each other in awkward apprehension as they stood in front of a bright blue door in a little suburban neighborhood just outside Topeka, Kansas. With a committed sigh, Sam leaned forward and decidedly rapped the door three times. Sixteen hours earlier they were in St. Paul, Minnesota, having just wrapped up a case involving a vengeful spirit and a box of cursed sex toys. Though tired, an urgent text from Charlie Bradbury had them back in the Impala to the address where they now stood. The front lawn was decorated for Halloween, with jack-o-lanterns and half-exhumed skeletons reaching out of the ground. It was, in fact, October 31st. The blue door swung open almost instantly, revealing a bright, smiling ginger in black robes with a knit blue and silver scarf wrapped loosely around her neck and a tall, pointed hat covering her head. “Hi!” she exclaimed happily, looking back and forth between the two of them. “Wow you guys are fast! Come on in!” Before they had time
Faithless, I still wait for divine intervention.
Desirous, I look for reality in fiction.
Burning, I yearn for pure rain to clean the salt from my wounds.
Cursed, I rise only to burn once more.
Hope is a drug I've gained a tolerance of.
Hate is the cure of my addiction.
Hell is my rehab.
I fight the lies for my misery.
May I live forever in an honest darkness.
The ones who would have all, I owe none.
The ones who would have none, I owe all.
Blood runs thicker than water.
So thick.
For those who would have all claim blood as their right and life as their gift.
But only those who'd have none make the life "given" worth getting.
If all were the takers, my life would be taken too.
Depression:
When withered hands and their scar-laced wrists betray
the aged spirit of their youthful body
like tree rings on the most ancient of spring-laden oaks.
Though lips might smile as an oaks leaves might green,
though scars can be hidden,
dead eyes never lie. Behind them is a mind full to bursting
with the fallen leaves of last autumn
and autumns before.
A hoard of contrived guilt.
They are dark and they're dead,
but their mournful crunch remains trapped
where the winter winds could never reach.
In summer's dry thirst, the leaves catch alight.
They burn,
they smolder,
they smoke,
but much like the burning bush of Exodu
Unlimited (A WickedxFrozen Crossover): Part One by SocraticPrince, literature
Literature
Unlimited (A WickedxFrozen Crossover): Part One
Part One of Three: Collision
"Let the storm rage on! The cold never bothered me anyway."
"And nobody in all of Oz, no wizard that there is or was, is ever gonna bring me down!"
And thus a queen and witch, two powerful women, became a pair with unlimited possibilities.
ooo
Elsa looked around her in awe at the palace of ice that she had created... her first beautiful act of power she had ever elicited. The chains that had seemed to bind her heart for those thirteen long years had fallen away, and in that moment she was no longer a queen, but a goddess.
A strange sound behind her put a slight damper on the perfection and happiness of the m
Frozen Fan Fiction: For My Kingdom- Chapter Nine by SocraticPrince, literature
Literature
Frozen Fan Fiction: For My Kingdom- Chapter Nine
Fear Will Be Your Enemy
The throne room, in which Elsa usually met with her advisers and citizens of Arendelle, now contained three times as many chairs and sitting on each one was, hopefully, a friend of the kingdom. It was mid to late afternoon and the room was rather warm. Without anyone else knowing, before she entered the room she sent in a small current of cool air. Perhaps if they were more comfortable they would be more likely to help her.
She nodded to a small man by the door who then announced, "Queen Elsa of Arendelle." Everyone in the room stood.
Elsa's heart was pounding fast in her chest as if it were trying to escape as she
Frozen Fan Fiction: For My Kingdom- Chapter Eight by SocraticPrince, literature
Literature
Frozen Fan Fiction: For My Kingdom- Chapter Eight
Olaf's Journey
After leaving the pair of royal sisters to their own devices, the now-human snowman discovered the craziest thing. His stomach growled at him angrily. He was hungry.
Since previously he had had no digestive system (or any sort of system, for that matter), the sensation was foreign and intense. He recalled seeing the people eating huge plates of delicious looking food in a big hall on the ground floor of the castle, and so he headed that direction looking around in fascination. Everything suddenly looked and felt different then it had when he was made of snow. He was surrounded with a warm blanket of air instead of being shiel
Frozen Fan Fiction: For My Kingdom- Chapter One by SocraticPrince, literature
Literature
Frozen Fan Fiction: For My Kingdom- Chapter One
Gifts For a Princess Bride
It was a glorious day for a wedding. As Elsa looked down from her bedroom window upon the preparations a smile played across her lips. The kingdom had been abuzz over the engagement since it was announced a few weeks prior. Foreign dignitaries would most certainly be present, though it should still be a fun as well as a momentous occasion. Even the servants setting up the décor for dinner (which was to be outdoors, as it was a gorgeous midsummer's afternoon) seemed thrilled for the royal wedding.
In Elsa's hands rested an elegant blue box wrought with silver trim. She looked down on the little trinket. It h
Hey guys! Since I'm "out" and about, I decided that I want to make a difference at my school for other transgender teens. Mainly what this involves is a presentation on transpeople and trans-etiquette, getting local LGBT resources made available in the counseling office, creating a LGBT club on campus (since I'm a senior, I'll have to recruit some sophomores/juniors for this job and start it up next year), and hopefully getting this program spread around in the district high schools and maybe even the entire state of Arizona.
What I need you guys for is the presentation. I was thinking, so that I don't have to out any local transpeople who d