i can also put it into a baby ponytail!!!

fratboy!luke (part 7)


a/n: I thought of this while hiking, go figure. I hope you like it. I mean if you hate it I guess that’s okay too. feedback is always appreciated!

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The sound of somebody crashing through Luke’s bedroom door shook you from your sleep several hours later. Darkness still hung in the sky, the sun having not yet broken over the horizon. Luke’s arms slid from around your waist as he was startled awake at the sound of Jack bursting into the room. You rubbed your eyes aggressively trying to adjust to the sudden pouring in of light from the hallway, barely able to make out Jack’s features in the harsh backlight, making him out as nothing more than a silhouette.

“Wake up sleepy heads! We’re going hiking!” Jack exclaimed in a sing-song voice, hand still on the doorknob. Luke groaned beside you, stretching his long body out, hearing his back crack at the movement. You sighed deeply, reaching for your phone.

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Translation: Look at me, I’m so different and unique! All these other people are so boring!

And as far as actual rebuttals go

Why does identifying as the gender one was born with have to mean “squeezing yourself into a box”? It’s like they think cis people say “I’m a girl so I have to only like dresses and nail polish and shopping and cooking and…”

I was born female and I’m happy being female. I like to wear dresses and makeup and I lose my shit my when I see cute baby animals. I also play rugby and I find fart noises funny and I pull clothes from off my bedroom floor in the morning and wear them if they pass the sniff test and some days I just want to put my hair up in a ponytail and put no makeup on and wear sweatpants all day.

Jesus christ I must be trans. Or genderfluid. Because there’s no way I can fully identify as female if I have any non-feminine hobbies or characteristics.