as someone with no gender and no connections to masculinity or femininity, my transition isn’t so much about medical things but rather about the personal act of growing - growing more and more into my true self.
happy trans day of visibility! don’t forget sylvia rivera and marsha p. brown, our heroes.
Flinthamilton appreciation week, day 1: Why You Love Them
While the quote above is James talking about Silver and Madi, I feel like it applies to him and Thomas as well. They’re my strongest OTP ever because they really balance each other and keep each other grounded. I tried to show that balance in the picture. James is filled with fire and rage but Thomas helps him to keep cool. On the other hand, Thomas is a dreamer and James helps him to keep things realistic.
They are both incredibly driven and both strive for a better world, but
they each have their own ways to achieve it. But somehow, they always
seem to find a happy medium. I think that makes them incredibly strong
as a couple.
‘Thomas, he sees only the principle. The right. It’s inspiring. It can be intoxicating. It’s why I love him. But you, you see the world as it is. You see it’s truths and how to navigate them, how to bend them to your will. It’s why I love you. Men like Thomas need men like you to protect them from the world, and that is what I’m asking you to do.’ - Miranda
“You make me feel so happy just to be around you. The way you smile, your beautiful laugh, the way you look at me, It brings me such joy.” With JackCrutchie. ❤
I was going to write some nice, short one-shot. And now we’ve got this 6,000+ behemoth. Whatever, it was fun. Hope y’all like this one!
Also, shout out to one of my greatest friends up at college, who sat me down and helped me come up with a realistic plan for Crutchie’s life–which, is basically a combination of her plans and her friend’s plans–and then proceeded to threaten me if I didn’t let her read this after it was finished.
Crutchie had a plan. It was the perfect plan and he
wouldn’t allow anything to get in the way of him achieving his dreams. Nothing
would stop him; he wouldn’t let it. When Crutchie had started college, he had
fallen in love with the anthropology class that he had taken to cover some
liberal arts requirement that his adviser had informed him was mandatory.
Crutchie had immediately changed majors and never looked back. Suddenly,
Crutchie knew exactly what he wanted to do: he would major in anthropology and
he would find a way to work and identify bodies, in order to connect them back
to their families.
He knew exactly how he would get to that point. First, he
would graduate with his bachelor’s degree in anthropology and two minors in
biology and chemistry. He would get his masters in biological anthropology at,
either Michigan State or UT Knoxville. Through that degree, he would be able to
pursue either contemporary mass grave excavation, or stable isotope
identification methods. Both would allow him to work with mass graves. After
studying their programs, Crutchie had felt as if those schools offered what he
needed to achieve his goal. Once he had gotten his masters, Crutchie hoped to
work or volunteer, either through the UN or an NGO to excavate mass graves. Ideally,
he hoped to work in Afghanistan, but he knew that he would be content anywhere.
As long as he was helping these people, long dead, be connected to their
posterity. Maybe Crutchie would even get a job at the Smithsonian or the Museum
of Natural History in New York. He was open to that avenue, as well, so long as
he had worked with mass grave excavations, in the end.
Really, Crutchie had everything planned out, and he could
not afford to be distracted from his goal and life-long pursuit.
Which was why Jack Kelly’s appearance into his life was not
Molly was curled up on the sofa, her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her hands covering her ears in attempt to block out the banging on her door. She didn’t know what time it was, only that it must be the wee hours of the morning. Many hours and buckets of tears since that horrible phone conversation.
“Molly, I know you’re there! Please, open the door!”
No matter how hard she pressed her palms against the sides of her head to drowned out the sound, it was still no match for the stentorian voice of Sherlock Holmes. Molly dropped her hands with a frustrated cry, picking up a pillow and chucking it across the room.
“You know I can just come in anyway. I have a key after all. And even if I didn't…”
Molly sat up and turned her head to glare at the door, teeth clenched. She wanted to tell him to go ahead and try to come in. That she would phone the police if he did. But she doubted the threat would do much to deter him. Or that it would even do any good if she did phone the police—his brother was the British Government after all.
Molly sighed, defeat weighing her shoulders down. She looked up at the ceiling and shook her head before taking a deep breath and rising to her feet.
Manhandled Sawamura is every fangirls favorite fan service so all the members get to manhandle the shit out of Sawamura the only one who doesn't is haruichi and that's because every time he tries he turns into a blushing mess just think about all the possibilities think about how jealous Miyuki and Kuramochi would get think about it... why is this quickly becoming kuramisawa I didn't intend for this to become this way
OH YES just imagine this:
haruichi is too cute tho eijun can’t resist
MAKING THE FANGIRLS GOING GWAH!!!
Not everyone likes this tho
Furuya wants to hug Haruichi too
No problems anyway because he gets his revenge (their duo is very much shipped by fangirls because of the height difference and because furuya gets very daring on stage with him only)
Okay, I’m going to have to come clean at the start. This is
another recap of two performances. One was with the full original cast (which
I’ll talk less about, but I will cover the mistakes in it which were plentiful and
glorious), which I will refer to as the Boxing Day show when I mention it, and
the other was with James Howard as Draco and Morag Cross as McGonagall. The
latter is the one for which I was sitting near the front of the stalls, and
that’s the one I’ll focus on, because it was better and more interesting.
(You’ll all be pleased to know I wrote over 2000 words less in this recap than I did my last one. It’s still almost long enough to be a dissertation though so… Sorry about that! I hope you enjoy.)