It features a canon lgbt relationship between a gay boy and a demisexual boy, a relationship that isn’t even a main focus of the books but still manages to contribute to both the plot and the character development.
A same-sex relationship that doesn’t end tragically, that shows these two characters staying together for years to come and leading a healthy domestic life with two cats, an apartment and a joint career.
A relationship that may not start out well, that is anything but love at first sight, but grows so much through personal struggles and mutual respect, and results in something worthwhile.
A relationship that places heavy emphasis not only on mutual consent, on learning and supporting, on protection and respect, but also on individual independence.
A relationship that doesn’t cast other characters to the sidelines, that isn’t the main character’s only source of happiness, because it takes more than romance to develop a character.
A relationship with a goddamn happy ending that feels entirely deserving for both characters because this is how they love, this is how they overcome their past, this is how they grow, not dependent on each other but side-by-side.
Just a goddamn happy same-sex relationship that doesn’t end in death or separation and that involves characters actually learning to respect and love each other basically???
imagine robert coming back from idris to check up with the institute.
he’s heard alec has been named head, so he goes to congratulate his son; he knocks and opens the door to alec’s office to see him sat behind a grand desk littered with papers, but he’s not alone - magnus is there with him, dressed in dark, regal colors, but smiling at alec from where he’s perched at the edge of the desk. both turn their heads at the sound and their flirtatious laughter quiets into an awkward sort of impasse where nobody moves, until it’s robert who shatters the moment.
“alec, can i have a second with you?” he says and alec nods, his eyebrows pulled together.
as he rounds the desk, alec’s hand comes up to grasp at magnus’ elbow and he leans in for a kiss, short but affectionate - they exchange a couple of hushed words, robert catches something about lunch and he watches his son, someone usually so stonefaced and closed-off, break into a bright grin that doesn’t last - when alec closes the door with them standing outside, he already looks wary, searching robert’s face for clues.
he hesitates, slightly taken aback by what he has just witnessed.
“i see you’re still… involved with that warlock, magnus.” he starts, the congratulations pushed back and discomfort present at the very centre. it’s not that he doesn’t want to see his son happy, but he’s sure this is only going to end up in heartbreak. alec crosses his arms, shoulders squared, his whole body coiled for a fight. robert tries to amend, palms placatingly held out in front. “i am just worried for you. i told you, he’s quite a player when it comes to people’s hearts.”
he regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth; alec bristles visibly, eyes rolling with indignation. there’s a hint of a knife-sharp smile tucked into the corner of his mouth as he steps closer, an accusing finger pointed at the oldest lightwood.
“i am not involved.” he throws the word back, like it’s offensive and stings his tongue. “magnus bane, the high warlock of brooklyn, mind you, is my boyfriend.”
shadowhunters pass by them and robert tries to quiet alec, wants to keep the next words private, since this doesn’t feel to him like something that should be discussed publicly, but alec pushes past that.
“i love magnus. i would do anything for him and i know that he is one of the most faithful people alive. unlike you.”
heads turn and robert feels shame and anger spike inside in equal amounts; alec smiles, sharp and wolf-like with satisfaction. he doesn’t feel like his son - this person before him is not a soldier, but a warrior, venomous and proud.
“yeah, mom told me. told us. you don’t deserve her.” alec steps closer, jabs the offending finger at robert’s chest. “and you don’t get to tell me who to love.”
alec takes his hand away, straightens up with his hands clasped behind his back. “now excuse me, dad, i have a date with my warlock boyfriend to go to.”
left without words, robert watches his son turn and close the door behind him. the corridor feels empty, whispers echoing in the corners. there’s something heavy hanging above his head, maybe it’s guilt, maybe it’s something more.
“No, don’t tell me that. Because you weren’t in my position. You didn’t know how he looked in his favorite shirt, how his eyes looked so damn beautiful every time the sunlight shines down on it, how his lips always looked irresistible. You didn’t know how much I love him, how much I thought he loved me, because I was too in love. No, I don’t know any better. Because I give my all when I love, and maybe that’s my problem. I love too much that when they leave, I’m left with nothing but a broken heart.
[ here’s to those who fall to quickly, only to be left with an empty void staying in their hear ]
∙ He (D. Pedro I) could not help but respond to her great love for him, her good nature, sweetness, and considerateness (…) From the voluminous and frank correspondence that Dona Leopoldina carried with her relatives in Europe, it appears that Dom Pedro gave up tavern hopping and womanizing for some time after the consummation of their marriage. She begged her father not to believe the scandalous tales that he might hear about her husband. (…) He could be sharp-tongued and mean, but normally he was good humored and generous. (Dom Pedro: The Struggle for Liberty in Brazil and Portugal, 1798-1834 // Neill W. Macaulay)
This happened. I don’t play Reinhardt often but I happened to have a good game.
When solo queuing, I’ve NEVER heard a female voice on the teamchat, and I’m not surprised. Keeping quiet means less chance of being harassed, hit on, or treated differently in general. It is kinda funny when folks playing assume everyone on their team must naturally be a dude though.
If I was braver I’d voicechat on solo queue. Someday.
O’ course if you’d rather read this as being Rein’s a transwoman and hasn’t transitioned/kept the beard, that’s ok too.
My father and I have a bet, you see? I don't think you're going to last ten minutes in the tournament.
He disagrees...he thinks you won't last five!
I don't give a da--
Did you hear me, Potter? He said you wouldn't last five minutes but I said you would last ten! I was telling him you will last longer than he expects! You can get through this!! I believe in you! I love you, Potter!
I'm not trying to be rude but I don't understand why people love David so much. He is not at all perfect. I don't know much about him but I just don't see it. Why do you like him? I'm really just curious.
Let me tell you about David Duchovny. The man who attended Princeton and Yale and his (never-written) thesis was called “The Schizophrenic Critique of Pure Reason in Beckett’s Early Novels.” Who envisioned his life as staying in academia to make a living and then taking summers off writing novels. The man who only tried out acting in his late twenties because of liking the idea of collaboration… “I thought if I’m gonna write plays I should learn something about speaking the lines that I might try to write.”
So, he became an actor. He appeared in some commercials, Red Shoes Diaries, Twin Peaks, and the movie Kaliforgia before he’s been cast as FBI Agent Fox Mulder in 1994. He was sure that his show will tank ‘cause sooner or later you have to show the people some aliens otherwise they will be pissed’. Well, the show did not tank, it became a phenomenon. Which meant that the actors went from total obscurity to worldwide stardom…This caused lot of tension, things were said and done, and so the dark ages happened in the 90s. ‘He went nuts and crazy and had a very bad year as a result of him being in a “particularly bad mood’ But years passed by and here we are.
By 2017, he had some projects that failed, some that were successful. But he just keeps moving forward trying new things. He wrote and directed his own movie, several TV show episodes, won a Golden Globe for Californication, did a play in New York. He is on the advisory board of Target Zero and frequently speaks up on political issues. He published two books, one of them is a New York Time bestseller. He learnt to play the guitar, toured the US (twice) and Europe with his debut album, Hell or Highwater. His second album is about to be released and next tour stop is Australia. He is proud of his legacy; The X-files, Mulder & Scully, and he is the biggest shipper out there. He started to attend Comic Cons and does ‘Meet and Greet’ on his concerts, book signings. When his schedule is free, he loves driving his kids wherever they need to be and watching Dancing with the Stars or MSR shipper videos on Youtube.
He skips leg days in the gym but definitely spends enough time working on those arms
He does great pranks on set and occasionally lets his fans to steal his cab. He has a dog named Brick who owns a Donald Trump chew-toy. …
Now, if I could go back to the 90s and tell David Duchovny the story of how he became this humble, kind, funny, ZEN master, writer, singer, actor, activist and daaaaamn fine looking, beautiful man, who is about to shoot the 11th season of the same damn show he tried to leave so eagerly, he would definitely not believe me.
If he leaves you babygirl, don’t chase him.
Don’t beg him to stay. Don’t send him sweet texts telling him how much you love him and it doesn’t matter. Don’t tell him how he is going to miss you or stuff like that. Don’t say a word. Just walk away. He will break his head for you baby. He will think about the fact that you didn’t said a damn word and it will make him wonder what he did. If he did good and made the right decision. At first he will leave it the way it is and be like ” fuck that shit “. But at one point it will haunt him. And let me tell you this. You did good. He doesn’t even deserve a damn word. The way he broke you is just heartbreaking. Sweetie, you have to know that your Prince will come. Don’t settle for less.
I’m not them,” you say. “I’m not who hurt you.”
I touch your face tenderly, cupping your cheek.
“Okay. Then who are you?”
“Someone who is deeply, irrevocably in love with you. And you know what? I don’t give a shit. If you hurt me. If I hurt you. And that’s the difference, you know? Between me and them. I love you more than the fear. I’m willing to risk it. I’m willing to fucking pour my heart out to you- right here, right now, when there’s a very real chance you’ll get up and leave and never talk to me again. And maybe I’m stupid for doing this, but I can’t… I cant hold it in anymore. Every time I look at you, you grow more and more beautiful until I can hardly stand it, so fuck it. If you ruin me, if I ruin you, who the fuck cares about the consequences, about the future? Does it really matter if we both feel the same way? Fuck the idea that wreckage can’t be gorgeous. I think the treetops are grateful for the hurricane that rips off their leaves. Goodness, I think they dream about it. I think thy fucking crave it, because for a single, wind struck moment, they get one inch closer to really living. And fuck, I’ll be the leaves this time around. Do you think I care? I’d set myself on fire to see the flames that dance in your eyes. So if you love me, fuck the fear. Fuck the fear. I may not be worth everything, but damn it, I’m worth more than the pain those assholes left you with.