Always Reach For The Stars. Do What You Believe In. Choose Your Own Direction In Life.

do it. I dare you. look me IN THE EYE and tell me THIS man is STRAIGHT

no way ppl are using ai to write ao3. what happened to being a tortured writer. what happened to blood on the page. what happened to the ao3 curse. people used to get run over, have their houses burned down, break their entire spines and they still put in the work to finish a chapter. fuck you, using ai. y’all are weak

Batfamily - 530*160

Artist : Lan.C

he was good. he was really good!

rewatched dps again since it's autumn, cried a lot, will be doing it again !

Never forget that the purpose of transitioning is to make you happier not to make you pass!! You may never end up being able to pass but don’t let that take from your happiness.

Regulus: sitting in James’ lap, clearly upset

James: What’s the matter?

Regulus: (aggressively) My brother.

James: What about him?

Regulus: He’s over there being gross and kissing Remus.

James: And this is bad because…

Regulus: Because if I tell him to stop then he’ll call me a hypocrite and tell me to get off of you.

James: Ah, and we can’t have that.

Regulus: (snuggling closer) No, we can’t.

in the morning hours, when dawn stretches like silvery fabric, todd sometimes sees neil.

he opens his eyes as little as he can, just a crack to let the light in, and suddenly the other bed isn't empty, stripped bare to the mattress- there's a figure on it, wrapped in blankets, still sleeping, chest rising and falling. gloriously, wondrously alive.

in the afternoon, when the sunlight is rich and golden like buttered popcorn, todd sometimes sees neil.

he feels it before he can see him - the sudden sensation in the back of his neck that there's someone in the room with him. he doesn't turn his head, just glances in the direction of their window (theirs), and he can see the blurry figure of neil looking at his script, muttering lines under his breath. his breath that fills the room with the scent of chestnuts and living.

in the evening, when shadows creep over the floorboards like crocodiles in deep water, todd sometimes sees neil.

he's sitting in bed, reading, a lumpy pillow in his back, and suddenly he realises that neil is standing in front of the door, facing him with an unreadable expression. his hand is on the doorknob, he's ready to leave, but the green of his jumper says he'll come back.

in the weeks after neil's death, todd sometimes sees neil.

it's always short, and bittersweet, and todd knows it's not real, he's not crazy. he whispers neil's name and that's enough to make him leave, and todd sits there with an empty bed, an empty window, an empty space in front of their door.

neil is gone, but he's all around, and sometimes it makes todd smile the whole day, a warm fire in his chest, and sometimes it makes him cry and scream at the emptiness in his room. life goes on.

i lied. put your clothes back on. we're going to watch dead poets society while i psychoanalyse every character and express my thoughts after every scene cut.