okay but can we be real for a second about how fucking annoying alex clarement diaz is?
calling people in the middle of the night, terrorizing adults who are just trying to get work done, texting his crush during class, accosting princes at high-profile events, turning up at palaces without warning, and changing people's playlists because he thinks he has better taste??
he is so fucking annoying.
truly the bisexual representation we all deserved.
If you live in the US and you have a phone you need to keep secret for any reason, make sure that it is turned off at this time.
Yes, I'm doing this months in advance, and yes, my blog has very little reach, but I figure better to post about it more than less.
Please reblog and add better tags than mine, I'm bad at tags.
I give anyone reading this permission to use my grave to lie to cops
Because when they write the history of my life... I want it to include you... and my love for you.
Tintin remembers what comes after 15.
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FUCKING HELL IT’S BACK FROM LAST YEAR
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This literally gets reblogged every 15th of the month. It’s almost two years old. It’s beautiful.
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listen up ya’ll this post is 6 years old now and you’re still reblogging it. every month. once a month, my notifications blow up for this one video, but only until the 16th. then the notes on this vid completely stop. it’s so eerily spot on and impressive how you just all collectively know what to do. if I’m not online, people irl still remind me that it’s the 15th. thank you for six surreal years of me wondering if I completely fucking lost it. here’s to the 15th
another from twitter, one of my favourites. angst
andreil having a fight on a really bad day for Neil. Andrew telling Neil what the have really is nothing and he doesn't lie.
Neil just saying 'okay' and walking away.
After that, they're both distant, Andrew tries to talk to Neil the next day, but Neil's responses are quiet, almost dead.
It hurts. a lot. going from Neil listening to his every word and throwing himself into conversationa with Andrew with full interest, to him being completely withdrawn and empty, it's almost worse than when Neil arrived at Palmetto. He throws all his energy into practices, and doesn't come back to the monster's dorm. his dorm. his bed. with Andrew. Andrew's grown so used to sleeping beside another body that the heat and weight of it is something he almost thinks he misses. When he gets in the car to drive back from practice, he instinctively waits several seconds to hear the click of the seatbelt beside him, before realising he won't hear it. When they get back to the dorm, he starts on coffee, pulls out both his and Neil's cups, and makes his hot chocolate, he finishes making the drinks, picking them up and walking to the couch, he is just about to mutter a 'junkie' before he realises Neil just isn't there and pours both drinks down the sink. He can't even smoke without it hurting, the smell and taste tainted by Neil the same way it is by Andrew and his mother for Neil. When he goes to sleep at night, he occasionally tries to snuggle into Neil's arms before realising they're not there. in the mornings, he groans, expecting Neil to get up for his run, and prepares himself to grip Neil so he will decide to postpone his run, only to realise there is nobody for him to pull back to bed.
Andrew thought he'd lived through hell, and he had, but this is almost more painful, he'd desensitised himself to physical pain, but this type of pain is something that takes careful management, and he let himself fall too far that he doesn't think he can ever recover from it. It ends when Renee, Aaron, and Matt notice the way the both of them look deader and yet more miserable than they've ever seen before, when they notice the space they leave beside them when they sleep, when Aaron watches Andrew pours a drink from a cup he knows was Neil's down the sink, with an expression he can only describe as hurt on his face, clearly not thinking anyone was nearby.
They lock them both in Matt's dorm (painstakingly, because they're both observant and stubborn) And tell them they'll be back later.
They make it two hours of silence and rare eye contact before Andrew hears tears quietly hit the desk Neil is sitting at. The sound surprises him, he's never heard or seen Neil cry, and knowing he's the one who caused it hurts so so so much worse than he could ever expect.
Neil doesn't sob, doesn't wail, barely sniffles, he's just silent. And it hurts Andrew to remember the things that must've happened for Neil to be able to do that, to feel like he must.
Andrew hasn't cried since he was 10, but he does when Neil finally looks up at Andrew's face. It shocks him, because he'd nearly forgotten the sound of his own cries. Andrew isn't quiet, he focused on not doing it at all, rather than being quiet, they wanted him to cry, he wasn't going to give it to them.
When Neil hears Andrew's sobs, he can't hold himself back. Sliwly, carefully, he moves towards Andrew and holds out his hand.
Andrew latches on like it's the only thing keeping him alive. it is.
Andrew almost begs through his sobs, instead, he apologizes, he was angry and scared, and he was lying, and he needs to hold onto Neil or he might float away.
Neil tells him about that day, how it was already a bad day, how he needed to know Andrew wasn't going to let him go, to make him leave. And what Andrew said had tore him open from the inside out, it felt like he was being killed, left on the side of the road like roadkill. Nothing. Andrew cries more at that. At what he'd done. At how he made Neil hurt so badly, but Neil forgives him, and Andrew promises to never say that again. They end the night cuddled up, clinging to eachother, silent tears making their way out occasionally, vowing to never let the other go again.
I really, really, really try to center my writing and activism in love. Even the anger must be grounded in love, and in a belief that all people--even those I disagree with--deserve to love and be loved. This is what I'm called to do by my faith, but I also think it leads to better writing and more effective activism.
But if one more motherfucker calls me a groomer while trying to ban my books, I am going to lose my fucking shit i swear to god.
Another from twitter, might start to just slowly post them here in case there are more changes over there, I don't want to lose these.
Over time, Andrew's kisses get softer and softer.
His rough kisses at first are almost like a layer of protection, I'd you treat everything roughly, you always know to expect it back.
With Neil, it's different.
Neil kisses like Andrew is precious, not delicate, but undeserving of rough treatment. Neil kisses as if it is all he will ever have.
Loathe as he is to admit it, Andrew is in love.
How, with the gentleness that is Neil's touch, with the softness of his kisses, could Andrew not return the favour?
He doesn't even realise it at first, how he's changed, it's slow, and unnoticeable at first.
But he feels himself pulling back from their gentle kisses one time, wondering how it got to be like that.
He doesn't know when he started changing, he thinks maybe he did not change, it was just him feeling safe enough to truly express himself.
It doesn't mean he doesn't like it when they're rough, when they pull away with red and swollen lips despite only kissing for a few moments, but he finds he really likes the gentleness and softness, too.
They begin sharing kisses Andrew had never though were possible for him, forehead kisses, hand kisses, kisses on thighs an those forbidden neck kisses.
He finds himself enjoying the softness of Neil, too, the softness of his body, his love. How someone who has only known roughness and pain can be so soft and sweet, will always baffle Andrew, but he will relish it for as long as he can have it.
idk about you but my fifty-three year old ass is reeling from the fact that we've been treated to a veritable cornucopia of diverse queer media this summer, from Nimona to Good Omens to Heartstopper to Red, White and Royal Blue, and I for one am wallowing in this embarrassment of riches. Things are tough out here for so many of us at the moment and it's wonderful to be able to celebrate queer joy, friendship and love being brought to life on screen.
Seeing and knowing
okay but like. This exact concept is what finally got me to be open about being queer in my day to day.
I was at work. I can't go into detail about the situation, but someone was outed without their consent. And nobody was saying anything, and it was quiet, so I outed myself, too. So at least neither of us would be alone.
I was worried about the consequences. I'd never considered my identity a secret, but I wasn't open about it, either. It felt like it wasn't relevant to my job. If someone asked, I'd tell them, but otherwise, what did it matter?
After the incident, I met privately with a higher up. Told them what had happened and why it wasn't good, and made some suggestions on what to do in the future to keep everyone safe to be in the closet or out of it on their own terms.
To my absolute amazement, they told me that others had come forwards anonymously to say the same things. Then word spread. Meetings were had. Policy and procedures were put in place. A training course on gender and sexuality was implemented for the very first time.
And of course there were protests- people who dug in their heels and kicked up a fuss and didn't want to learn about "all that bullshit", and when those people showed their colors, their superiors realized that they weren't actually good representatives of the sort of environment they wanted to provide our clients, and a small number were actually let go.
I went to a meeting again the other week. And do you know what happened?
The meeting lead introduced themselves by name and pronouns, and asked everyone to please state their name, and, if they wished, theirs as well.
I was near the front. I introduced myself with He/Him. I thought I'd stand out like a sore thumb and feel like an idiot for hoping for better.
Two people down, someone introduced themselves as They/Them. Someone I'd never spoken much to before.
Then, She/they. At least two "anything fine"s. A he/her.
It was incredible. And it wasn't even a whole year ago.
There are so many of us, now. Even more, as we teach and learn about ourselves, and it's not so scary because there are others like us.
I'm not as loud and proud as I hope to be some day, because I'm still scared, a little, but I am here.
And I've learned that being openly queer isn't about just expressing myself for the sake of it, bringing personal details into places it doesn't matter-
-it's about telling someone, it's not just you. I'm in your corner. There are more of us than they think. There is power in numbers, and you are not alone.
And I kind of love that
The excluded tags filter on Ao3 is such a fucking lifesaver. I love it so much.
Do I know what I want to read? No. Do I know what I DON'T want to read? Absolutely. God bless
THIS^^^
And if you do get paid for your ideas/writing during the strike, that is considered scabbing and you will be barred from the WGA for life, as per this email from the Blacklist:
And, because a lot of people don't understand this bit, this is about you selling your ideas or writing to US-based TV studios or movie studios who are part of the AMPTP. There is no strike against book publishers. Nor audiobooks, graphic novels, or poetry publishing. Or just writing.
Read the above from the WGA.
nothing i love more than aftg fandom deciding andrew is the paler of the two <3
can you believe andrew literally held onto neil and said “get away from us” like wow what a protective asshole
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Do you ever think about how Andrew Minyard has a Maserati and a flip phone
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