Phoenix

did NOT think people were going to turn being queer into a game of “how many slurs can i say” but i can’t say i’m surprised smh :|

misha really does love to fuck around and find out huh

name update! i went through a transition on all my other platforms so i might as well do it here too
          
          my name is Phoenix (or Nyx if you're close) and my pronouns are they/them and it/its (previously Moon and she/they)

i’m watching the ratatouille musical and oh my fuck this is awful but in the best way possible 

to anyone on tumblr: dec. 31 is gonna be another mishacopolypse day, be prepared. the icon pic is the one of cas from 15x18

changing my name but i can't decide between two so i'm asking others: Alex or Phoenix? Alex is homey and all but Phoenix makes me feel... ethereal.

why does the world keep spinning when you need it to stop the most

tw p3d0phili@, gr00ming, implied r@p3
          
          four years ago i swore this story would never reach anyone’s ears.
          that’s the longest standing promise i’ve ever made.
          but it’s also the worst decision of my life.
          i guess we’ll need to go back to when i was seven years old. my mom always took us to cookouts for her charity work and there was never anyone close to my age, so i gravitated to people older than me.
          that was my first mistake.
          He was fourteen when we met; twice as old as me.
          He said i was cool, and interesting to talk to. we kept meeting up at different cookouts along the span of two years, until our families grew close enough to go on a beach trip. a different girl at the beach had upset me for some reason, i can’t really remember why, but He defended me and when i said i wanted to go somewhere quiet He took me to a bush hidden from the main beach.
          following him was my second mistake.
          this was around the time i got infatuated with truth or dare. He began with just kissing me, and even when i said no He kept going further.
          i still don’t remember everything that happened that day.
          i hadn’t understood what was happening.
          but i trusted Him.
          that was my third mistake.
          a week later we got in contact on skype.
          two weeks after that He and his family moved to texas.
          He made me promise to keep what happened then our secret.
          a week after He moved He messaged me for the last time.
          after he stopped replying my brain blocked away all memories of him.
          i don’t know if He’s still alive.
          a part of me wishes He isn’t.
          bits and pieces have been coming back to me over the year. i still don’t remember everything, nor do i want to.
          i’ve planned and written this message so many times.
          but today is the day i finally speak out.

Y YO A TI, CAS

what the FUCK was that finale