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(text: keanu protects you from incels)

Here is Larry, emerging from the dark void to tell you that you're gonna be ok. You are ok, and he loves you no matter what.

Phantom of the Opera: Christine Daae

Love Never Dies: Christine Daaes

gay_irl

any sort of alien/monster/robot/non-human organism: *exists*

my undying love:

The fae smiled, sharply: “Give me your name, child.”

“Uhhhhh. Stick.”

“What.”

“Does Leaf work better? I’m just kinda looking around this clearing. Look, I’m trans, I haven’t decided on one yet, I’m throwing some spaghetti at the wall, you know how it is.”

Fae are born with features sharp and narrow, yet this one seems to soften as Moss looks at it. Its grin— sharp, teeth gleaming, its eyes— cutting, searching, the jut and pull of its jaw enough to scratch glass. It does not blink. Branch does not blink. It softens.

“I said, give me your name, child.”

“I still haven’t picked one,” Grass defends, even now still hoping for a way out of a faeries deal.

“No. But your parents did. Give me your name, child, and it shall no longer be yours. The entity of your name shall no longer exist, and you will be free for whichever name you choose— Leaf, or Stick, or Lichen.”

“…oh.” says Petal, and in the next moment a name falls from their lips. It is not their name. It never has been. The fae is sharp and cutting and witty, that moment of softness an imagined slight.

“Very well, child. Be warned of mushroom circles, should you lose your name again.”

“Okay,” Mushroom smiles, and the Fae pulls itself away from their reality in a swirl of feathers and silk.

When they go home for the first time in two months, their mother frets over them in a way she had not since they were a child, and she calls them by no name at all.

i admire people who could’ve turned cold after everything they’ve been through but still chose love anyway. there’s strength in that

I am not a straight people.

Reblog if you are also not a straight people.

omg guess who enrolled for poetry and poetics this semester 😳

growing up, some kids did drugs. others smoked. some drank too much. i did fandoms and i swear i was higher than any of them could ever be.

taylor “nothing safe is worth the drive” “this love is brave and wild” “i know places we can hide” “i loved you in secret” “i snuck in through the garden gate” “i love you ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard” swift

and bruce “closets are for hangers” “hiding on the backstreets” “everybody’s got a secret son, something that they just can’t face” “promise me baby you won’t let them find us” “you spend half your life just covering up” “my lover man” springsteen

*makes bad post* *immediately reblogs a bunch of stuff to cover it*

sees someone doing ballet. i am nothing