and gay but whatever

Sometimes, im so gay it

almost physically pains me. Just sat my happy ass down on netflix and was looking for something to watch (im kinda between shows right now 🤷🏻‍♂️) and decided to re-watch glee since its been a few years since i seen them all. And my big gay ass was almost in literal TEARS at the end of the first episode when Mr. Shue walks in on Finchel absolutely slaying “Dont Stop Believing.” Gave me goosebumps and everything. Like. Stirred my soul. I forgot just how much i absolutely love this show ❤️❤️❤️

anonymous asked:

Hi hi hi idk if you've done this feel free to ignore if you have but jimon and 50? The people are staring one okie thank youuuuu bye love you

of course of course!

50. “People are staring.” 

“Jace, you’re a grown man,” Simon says pragmatically, hands under Jace’s knees to keep him from falling after he leapt onto Simon’s back. 

“A grown man who wants to be carried,” Jace replies, settling his chin on Simon’s shoulder. 

Simon sighs, but takes a step. “You hunt demons for a living. You can handle walking to get gyros.” Jace only laughs, tightening his grip. “People are staring,” Simon tries. 

“Let them stare. Straight couples do this all the time,” Jace points out, waving at a teenage girl who passes by them, giggling at the two. 

“I’ll carry you back,” Jace offers. 

Simon groans again, but says, “Fine.” And sets off at a steady pace up the sidewalk, grinning when Jace presses a kiss to the side of his head. 

send me a prompt and a ship!

I wish straight people knew how heartbreaking queerbaiting actually is for us. Like, you’re not just teasing a relationship. You’re dangling equal representation in front of our faces, being treated like human beings in front of our faces, with amazing and varied characters whose storylines are more than how straight people kill us (bullying) disease kills us (hiv scare) or we kill ourselves due to the tragedy of our story.

You dangle it and go “am I gonna? Am I gonna? ….Lol no, a show with gay lead characters?! No one would *ever* watch that!” and don’t see why it hurts us.

To the last girl who tried to love her,

To the girl who was her first love and her first everything. The girl who took a beautiful flower and stuck it in some journal that she threw in the back of her closet and expected it to be there when she returned. The thing you never took the time to understand is that you can’t exterminate something so beautiful, you cannot simply just snuff out the light of someone so radiant, something that bright and beautiful will grow even in the darkest of places. So for all the times you used the words, ‘I love you,’ to keep her around while you added flowers to your collection and she hopelessly waited until you turned back to her page, and the times you made her think she’d be your favorite bookmark you’d place in every book you read but you left her behind?

Thank You.

She’s stronger now and she’s learning that she is her own source of light, she brings oxygen to the people who felt like there was no air left. 
I’ve never been a fan until now, I’ve always loved the color blue.. they were never JUST blue. But her brown eyes shine so bright, it’s as if someone was holding a light behind them making them radiate in the form of a caramel sunset that never ends. I am going to encourage her to be everything she aspires to be even if that means I cannot be a part of it. I guess that’s the difference between you and me. I will not let my own selfish needs hold someone who has so much potential back. I’d take sleepy facetimes with failed attempts of watching GoT, as she sneaks smiles and glances of me as I fall asleep, over all day communication if it means knowing she’s making personal gains.

Thank you for fucking up, so that I have a chance to get it right ,

But I think you’re catching on now, you are trying to throw out all your flowers in an attempt to get this one back.

But sweetheart didn’t they teach you flowers were meant to bloom not be hidden in the depths of a book you forgot was even there until you’re bored and have nothing left but it to read?

—  She may have been your favorite flower, but someday she will be my favorite book… the one I will never get tired of reading. 

don’t worry, the (bi)gang is here!!