ask me about my dinosaur shirt

All Dressed Up (Halloween Fic)(High School AU)

“Is it okay if I bring my exchange student with? My mom said I need to include him more.” Craig asked.

“Yeah sure, we can get a better discount at the fair with a larger group.” Brock said

“Which kid did you end up getting anyway?” Marcel asked.

“The Canadian.” Craig replied.

“Wait, you got that one?? I thought you had like Brian, seeing how you’re both Irish.” Tyler stated

“I’m not really Irish though.”

“You said you were from Northern Ireland!” Scotty jumped in.

“I am! But that’s British, not Irish!”

“Same fucking difference!” Marcel yelled.

“No its not!”

“Shut up, you idiots! We still need to plan this shit!” Evan yelled back.

Craig knocked on his foreign exchange student’s door as he pushed it open.

“Yo Smitty, you wanna go to the Halloween festival with me and some friends tonight?”

“Uh, sure. What is it?” Smii7y sat up off his bed.

“Basically just a fall festival. Corn mazes, pumpkin carving, carnival games, fried food, shit like that. Then afterwards we usually hit up a few houses for trick or treating.”

“I’m down.”

“Great! We’re gonna meet at Tyler’s house at 5 then walk to the fest from there.“ Craig smiled before leaving the room.

Smii7y glanced at his clock, seeing he had half an hour to get ready, and got up.

Keep reading


My longest-lasting special interest was dinosaurs. (I’m still very fond of them today.) There was this one kid I remember particularly hating (he’s a big reason I avoided the playground until middle school) who asked me about a shirt I had that said “I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT DINOSAURS.” At this time, I’m pretty sure I knew as much as a third-grader could possibly know about dinosaurs without the Internet or access to current scholarly publications. So I answered yes and proved it, even though I knew it was just a very cool shirt. It might also have had to do with the fact that I am biologically female, and seeing a girl in such a shirt is considered “weird” to most neurotypicals. Too bad, I liked it.

When my youngest child started pointing at little boys in picture books, saying, “That’s me,” I was surprised. At first, we corrected her. “You’re a girl, but you can pretend to be this boy if you want to.” Then, after discussing it, we decided to take it at face value. We stopped correcting her. Yet I didn’t change pronouns or toss out dresses and pink shorts and other articles of clothing which were passed down from my older child.

If anyone was equipped to deal with a transgender child, it was us. When the time was right, we would change pronouns. We’d let him start hormone therapy as soon as he was ready. We would refinance the house to pay for top surgery. We would do almost anything to ensure that the transition was smooth.

When I cut Phoebe’s hair, I used clippers, using a YouTube tutorial as a guide. I left some length on top, skater boi style. The difference was pretty striking. She really did look like a boy. After the haircut, I noticed that I felt some loss around my perception of my child as female. I felt fear about how my child might be treated. My child attends a Montessori school filled with people who are like-minded in terms of empathy and rejecting cultural stereotypes, but kindergarten at a public school is only two years away. And what then?

That said, her hair looked adorable. The very next day, she wore her favorite sundress. After a few days, Shea pointed out that her sister’s old pictures didn’t look like her anymore. “Phoebe looks weird in pictures with long hair now,” she said. “I like her short hair better.” More importantly, so did Phoebe. She reveled in the fact that she no longer needed the tangles brushed out of her hair.

Strangers made comments like, “So why the short hair? Did her sister cut it?” They would give me a knowing look, as if to say, “I’ve been there!” Or this gem: “Did she have lice?” I shrugged and said, “She wanted it. And we all love it.” One stranger at the swimming pool asked why my son was wearing a girl’s swimsuit. I can understand people being curious, but the questions point to one thing – if your child deviates from gender norms, be ready to explain why.

The other day, when we were driving, Phoebe revealed that she didn’t want to wear “girls” clothes anymore. I asked her: “Tell me about the clothes you like. What kind of shirt do you want to wear?”

“Boys’ shirts.”

“What does a boys’ shirt look like?”

“Blue. Black. With cars on it or dinosaurs or sharks.”

“So you want a shirt with cars or dinosaurs on it. Maybe even a shark!”

“Yeah, and blue!”

We went to the thrift store that week. The boys and girls clothes were all on the same rack. She picked out a gray shirt with a red 1965 Mustang on it, and a brown Diego shirt. Some khaki shorts “like Daddy’s.” She couldn’t have been happier.

—  When Gender Norms Didn’t Work For My Kid | Erika Kleinman for the Huffington Post Gay Voices 

Shirts Don’t Lie series

Inspired by tumblr aesthetics posts and I also went out of the house on my own last Friday and I saw this woman wearing a shirt with a cat flipping the birb and I totally went, “I NEED THAT”. ((Yes, I can’t shade, aaayy lmao))

  • Interviewer: Naruto manga has now ended. I would like to ask you about a few issues i had with the ending. What was all that "find a girl like your mother" deal with Naruto? What about Naruto and Sasuke's bromance? Sasuke and karin were pretty close, what happened?
  • *Kishi starts looking around nervously*
  • Kishi: uuuuuh...I'll answer those questions right after a commercial break!
  • Interviewer: we just came back from a commercial break.
  • *Kishi's now sweating as he nervously pulls his shirt away from his neck*
  • Kishi: uuuh....Yea. Itachi is a very .. uuhh .. important character .. to me..yes!
  • interviewer: That wasn't my question.
  • Kishi: Look at the window! There's a giant dinosaur coming our way!!!!
  • *interviewer looks back only to see nothing*
  • interviewer: There wa--
  • *Kishi's gone*
  • interviewer: Alrighty....