It’s about a 15 year old trans girl who gets
superpowers. It’s fucking incredible.
Danny Tozer has a problem: she just inherited the powers of
Dreadnought, the world’s greatest superhero. Until Dreadnought fell out of the
sky and died right in front of her, Danny was trying to keep people from
finding out she’s transgender. But before he expired, Dreadnought passed his
mantle to her, and those secondhand superpowers transformed Danny’s body into
what she’s always thought it should be. Now there’s no hiding that she’s a
It should be the happiest time of her life, but Danny’s first weeks finally
living in a body that fits her are more difficult and complicated than she
could have imagined. Between her father’s dangerous obsession with “curing” her
girlhood, her best friend suddenly acting like he’s entitled to date her, and
her fellow superheroes arguing over her place in their ranks, Danny feels like
she’s in over her head.
She doesn’t have time to adjust. Dreadnought’s murderer—a cyborg named
Utopia—still haunts the streets of New Port City, threatening destruction. If
Danny can’t sort through the confusion of coming out, master her powers, and
stop Utopia in time, humanity faces extinction.
I admittedly don’t normally read YA. But this is the first time I’ve ever seen a
book like this. I have never in my 29
years, ever seen a trans lesbian superhero.
The opening chapter, where still-in-closet Danny is almost
guiltily painting her toenails, because it’s the only thing she can do to feel
normal (but still hide from her parents), or when Danny is talking about being in
sex-ed, learning about female reproductive systems and her body feeling that it’s missing something… I just… I read a lot of books, and I cry
really easily. I have never cried so
quickly and so easily at something. I
related to this so, so hard. It was like
the author pulled my own memories to the page.
The book was written by a trans woman, which is why these experiences
feel so real.
It’s fun and funny and heartwarming and angsty and powerful.
If by a ‘Liberal’ they mean someone who looks ahead and not behind, someone who welcomes new ideas without rigid reactions, someone who cares about the welfare of the people-their health, their housing, their schools, their jobs, their civil rights and their civil liberties-someone who believes we can break through the stalemate and suspicions that grip us in our policies abroad, if that is what they mean by a ‘Liberal,’ then I’m proud to say I’m a 'Liberal.’
one of the many things I super love about Deadpool is that they treat negasonic teenage warhead like a teenager, sure she has awesome as fuck superpowers but she doesn’t have any sort of romantic hints, she isn’t irresponsible with her powers, she has a guardian with her when she does her (awesome) dangerous shit, she is most definitly not treated like a child, but she is also not treated like an adult, she has a responsible guardian with her when necessary who even tries to feed her protein bars, I think that hollywood tends to forget that there is an in between stage, that teenagers do exist and need to be represented as something other than unrealistically mature or unrealistically immature
I’ve been thinking about Tyler a lot lately. I’ve been thinking about when he was younger, when Twenty One Pilots was just starting out. This scrappy teen from Ohio with button up T shirts and shaky hands has started to grow on me. I’ve been thinking about his struggle as he got older, there’s something about it that’s really caught my attention. I keep dreaming about it and looking through old videos of Tyler when he was 17. I keep searching and searching for this boy who was finding his way, and probably still is. It’s scary. Tyler, with a rubber band on his wrist and dorky glasses on, just simply doesn’t exist anymore. It makes me sad. It makes me feel so lonely. I want to talk to him. I want to find 17 year old Tyler again so desperately. I want to walk down the streets of Ohio at 2 am to see him recording goner on an old accordion. I want to go down to the local Columbus baseball fields and see him scribbling down lyrics to Slowtown in a journal. I want so badly to see him and Josh in their white van parked outside a gas station while the sun rises. I want to see the basement where Tyler recorded No Phun Intended. I want the Tyler that was still looking for his purpose while standing over a kitchen sink. And what I mean by all if this is not that I don’t love him how he is now, or that I want to invade his privacy. I just want to find someone who understands. I want to find the Tyler that didn’t know if he was going to make it to 18 or 19. I want to find him simply for the fact that I feel the same way. I want to find him because maybe that would validate my feelings, maybe somehow that would fix my struggle, it would end my pain. But this isn’t true, and I know that.
Think about this.
Tyler is 29, married, and happier then he’s ever been. He’s wrote about love, hope, recovery, and yes, he still writes about pain, but not nearly as much as before. Him and Josh live comfortably and with the support of all of us. Tyler beat his Blurryface. Tyler found his purpose. Tyler has gone so so far. He’s lived through his own personal hell and back and by god, that’s so incredible. That’s what I’m searching for, it’s what we are all searching for.
17 year old Tyler can’t give me that. 17 year old Tyler can’t give YOU that. 29 year old Tyler can’t even give you that. Only you can.
Only you can find your purpose.
Keep looking, keep searching,
that’s what this life is about.
Stay Strong, Stay Safe, but most importantly, Stay Alive.
So I don’t even ship anything in Voltron but amongst all the fighting I did wonder what the age differences actually were so I tried to figure them out. Keep in mind this might be a little off since I didn’t have an exact year to go off of but I tried to make this as accurate as I could. This doesn’t include Allura because we don’t have an age for her yet. Feel free to reference but do not involve me personally in any discourse or arguments. Thank you.
pairing: jeonggukx reader genre: fluff, smut wordcount: 5k a/n: this is a dumb pwp i have no explanation for except the support of like seven different people that encouraged me to write it. enojy a somewhat college!au jeon.
↳ your best friend finds out how much you love horror, yet you are so goddamn easy to scare. it holds the promise of an entertaining night.
“So, part two tonight?”
He grins at you over the rim of his glass filled with white wine, the usual bunny grin with his nose crinkled and eyes shining that is so incredibly hard to resist. Or maybe, it’s just the wine that you yourself have already running through your system that makes you think that way. You just shrug at him.
“I mean, sure. Why not.” He grins even wider at that, ignoring the faintest trace of hesitation that is laced into your voice. You don’t even get to sigh at his eagerness before he is already turned towards his laptop, opening google to pull up a stream that is high quality enough for his liking.