everything about this was beautiful and brilliant

What if, when Petunia Dursley found a little boy on her front doorstep, she took him in? Not into the cupboard under the stairs, not into a twisted childhood of tarnished worth and neglect–what if she took him in?

Petunia was jealous, selfish and vicious. We will not pretend she wasn’t. She looked at that boy on her doorstep and thought about her Dudders, barely a month older than this boy. She looked at his eyes and her stomach turned over and over. (Severus Snape saved Harry’s life for his eyes. Let’s have Petunia save it despite them).

Let’s tell a story where Petunia Dursley found a baby boy on her doorstep and hated his eyes–she hated them. She took him in and fed him and changed him and got him his shots, and she hated his eyes up until the day she looked at the boy and saw her nephew, not her sister’s shadow. When Harry was two and Vernon Dursley bought Dudley a toy car and Harry a fast food meal with a toy with parts he could choke on Petunia packed her things and got a divorce.

Harry grew up small and skinny, with knobbly knees and the unruly hair he got from his father. He got cornered behind the dumpsters and in the restrooms, got blood on the jumpers Petunia had found, half-price, at the hand-me-down store. He was still chosen last for sports. But Dudley got blood on his sweaters, too, the ones Petunia had found at the hand-me-down store, half price, because that was all a single mother working two secretary jobs could afford for her two boys, even with Vernon’s grudging child support.

They beat Harry for being small and they laughed at Dudley for being big, and slow, and dumb. Students jeered at him and teachers called Dudley out in class, smirked over his backwards letters.

Harry helped him with his homework, snapped out razored wit in classrooms when bullies decided to make Dudley the butt of anything; Harry cornered Dudley in their tiny cramped kitchen and called him smart, and clever, and ‘better ‘n all those jerks anyway’ on the days Dudley believed it least.

Dudley walked Harry to school and back, to his advanced classes and past the dumpsters, and grinned, big and slow and not dumb at all, at anyone who tried to mess with them.

But was that how Petunia got the news? Her husband complained about owls and staring cats all day long and in the morning Petunia found a little tyke on her doorsep. This was how the wizarding world chose to give the awful news to Lily Potter’s big sister: a letter, tucked in beside a baby boy with her sister’s eyes.

There were no Potters left. Petunia was the one who had to arrange the funeral. She had them both buried in Godric’s Hollow. Lily had chosen her world and Petunia wouldn’t steal her from it, not even in death. The wizarding world had gotten her sister killed; they could stand in that cold little wizard town and mourn by the old stone.

(Petunia would curl up with a big mug of hot tea and a little bit of vodka, when her boys were safely asleep, and toast her sister’s vanished ghost. Her nephew called her ‘Tune’ not 'Tuney,’ and it only broke her heart some days.

Before Harry was even three, she would look at his green eyes tracking a flight of geese or blinking mischieviously back at her and she would not think 'you have your mother’s eyes.’

A wise old man had left a little boy on her doorstep with her sister’s eyes. Petunia raised a young man who had eyes of his very own).

Petunia snapped and burnt the eggs at breakfast. She worked too hard and knew all the neighbors’ worst secrets. Her bedtime stories didn’t quite teach the morals growing boys ought to learn: be suspicious, be wary; someone is probably out to get you. You owe no one your kindness. Knowledge is power and let no one know you have it. If you get can get away with it, then the rule is probably meant for breaking.

Harry grew up loved. Petunia still ran when the letters came. This was her nephew, and this world, this letter, these eyes, had killed her sister. When Hagrid came and knocked down the door of some poor roadside motel, Petunia stood in front of both her boys, shaking. When Hagrid offered Harry a squashed birthday cake with big, kind, clumsy hands, he reminded Harry more than anything of his cousin.

His aunt was still shaking but Harry, eleven years and eight minutes old, decided that any world that had people like his big cousin in it couldn’t be all bad. “I want to go,” Harry told his aunt and he promised to come home.

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Enjoltaire relationship would include

Enjoltaire relationship would include

  • Knowing it was the right thing from the very first kiss
  • Because even though so many around think it’s wrong
  • It’s so fucking right.
  • Feeling so comfortable in the others company.
  • Knowing they don’t have to pretend to be anyone else

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  • Talking about each other non-stop to other friends and not even realising it.
  • Knowing the other like the back of their hand.
  • Enjolras boosting Grantaires confidence when he feels insecure.
  • Grantaire putting a smile on Enjolras’ face when he’s feeling drained.
  • Being there for each other when it feels as though everything’s crumbling down.

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  • Grantaire messing with Enjolras’ hair while he’s sleeping with his head on Grantaires lap.
  • Grantaire staying up with Enjolras when he refuses to sleep
  • And being there when he can hardly keep his eyes open.
  • Waking up in each other’s arms feeling the luckiest they have ever been.
  • Grantaire’s favourite thing about Enjolras being how much passion he has.

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  • Enjolras’ favourite thing about Grantaire being that sparkle in his eyes as he comes up with another brilliant creative idea.
  • Grantaires least favourite thing about Enjolras being when he doubts himself
  • Because R believes that Enj can do anything.
  • Enjolras’ least favourite thing about Grantaire would be the way that he doesn’t
  • feel confident with his art or even in his own skin a lot of the time.
  • Because to Enj, Grantaire is the most beautiful piece of art he has ever seen.

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  • Everything about him drives him wild.
  • Being so in love with each other
  • Always managing to make the other laugh or smile.
  • Being there to dry the other’s tears.

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  • Grantaires heart breaking into a million pieces as he see’s guns pointed at his loved one
  • And instead of running he pushes through the guards and takes his boyfriend’s hand.
  • Enjolras can’t seem to concentrate on the guns anymore, the only think filling his mind was ‘How did I get so lucky?’
  • Raising their heads high because they’re going to fall together, as one.
  • Fingers laced together
  • The taste of all their previous kisses still lingering on their lips.
  • The feeling of the others hands running through their hair still present.
  • And how dying next to the other would be a pleasure.

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But everything he did, Skye, he did because he loved you.

Prince's Log - March Thoughts

I used to think you a black hole. Completely dark, and a parasite, not a positive trait about you. And lifeless, absolutely soulless.

God, I was so very very wrong. You’re not just a black hole, you’re the night sky, a galaxy, the whole fucking universe.

My whole universe.

You’re not all darkness, like you want everyone to think. You’re riddled with stars, bright spots, like your humor, your pretty smile, your laugh. There are entire solar systems in the way you think, everything revolving and clicking so perfectly, so complex and mysterious but to you so natural, so easy. You’re so brilliant.

And sure, there are dark points, negative space in the in-between.

But honey, please believe me when I say this, that everything about you is beautiful. And frankly, I think God made a mistake when he hung the stars in the sky. He should’ve put all their glittering glory in your eyes.

But that’s okay. You picked yourself up and put them there yourself.

Dear Cat,

I’ll be there as soon as I can.  I am as impatient as you are to spend my time on more pleasurable things.  I wish I could blame my delay on a heroic rescue or precautionary quarantine or world-ending crisis.  But the truth is, I have to work.  

We poor stringers are paid by the word and I’m already on thin ice with Snapper having stretched the deadline of my last two assignments.  He was as relieved as anyone to hear you were alright and I think he gave me a pass on some of my slacking off, but I do need to keep my job, waiting lips notwithstanding.  And now he seems to be punishing me for my absence.

I had hoped to address the concerns of your previous letter in person, however since we are once-again forced to be apart, pen and paper will have to do.  So… Sit down and pay attention.

Whether you are recovering or sleeping or running an empire, you are stunning and perfect and breathtaking and how many times am I going to have to tell you this before you own your beauty?  Even without a speck of fancy makeup or an ounce of hairspray, you are everything I could ever want in a woman, so stop fretting and just get better.

You’ll always be safe with me.  And I know we talked about impossible promises, but this one I’m sure of.  When you are in my presence, not a curly hair on that brilliant head will come to harm.   You are mine, just as much as I am yours, and I take care of what’s mine.

I know none of this will be easy and I know we still have much to discuss.  We’ll wait until you’re feeling stronger.  Having you drift off mid-sentence while lecturing me on the complexities of what we’re facing was enough to tell me we have to take our time.  But being accustomed to superspeed makes ‘taking it slow’ a bit of an extra challenge for me.  On top of which, I can feel you beginning to talk yourself out of this, out of some kind of misplaced altruism or societal ageist insecurity.  Don’t.  I’m a big girl, Cat Grant.  Don’t make my decisions for me.  Hold onto that jealous streak, if that’s what keeps you with me, but I won’t let you push me away without a fight.

If anyone should be feeling completely out of her depth, it’s me…

You asked me what I’m sure you think was a rhetorical question.  It’s funny you should mention superpowered kisses.  I do have one, little-known, little-used power tied to my kiss.  Clark had to use it on Lois once, years ago, and he’s warned me of its danger too many times to count.  You have my word I won’t use it on you, unless you ask for it, but if there is ever something you’re desperate to forget, I may be able to help you.  I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.  Nothing about being with me will be normal, even though that’s all I’ve ever wanted.

Yours and ready to shout it from the rooftops,

The Signs Mind

*Use moon, mercury and midheaven too*

Aries: fiery and passionate, looking for something new and inspiring. Full of color, they feel like an electric discharge and remind you of leaders.

Taurus: gentle and soft, feels like sitting by a fireside after a cold day. It’s full of pleasures and luxuries, remind you of a million dollar yacht.

Gemini: quick and witty, always awake and full of life and new ideas. Very entertaining and fun, reminds me of rainbow candy and feels like flying.

Cancer: it’s sweet and kind, very sensitive and caring. Feels like your favorite person’s embrace and smells like home. They remember everything.

Leo: looks like gold, everything about them is brilliant and powerful, funny and dramatic, they remind you of pools and class. Very creative and fair. Feels like wearing nice clothes and having a crush.

Virgo: it’s emotional, flows gently and slowly, observing everything without rush, they will take everything around them with special attention. Makes you feel precious. Reminds me of nature and white flowers.

Libra: beautiful and charming, it reminds you of a full moon and old hollywood movies, feels like stargazing with the wind stroking your hair, and kisses in the cheek.

Scorpio: It’s sharp and observant, full of hidden secrets at every corner, feels like looking into the ocean, wondering what’s on its depths. Feels like the terror and adrenaline of walking in the dark.

Sagittarius: Quick and full of fire, rushing through life, looking for adventure and trying new things. Will be like the sensation after getting off a roller coaster. Feels like doing something by the first time. Reminds you of bonfires and laughter. 

Capricorn: Mysterious and sensual, very critical of themselves, sometimes all they need is a hug. It reminds you of neon lights, shinning with everything they want to tell you. Feels like cold wind on your face.

Aquarius: it’s like a place full of original inventions and eccentricity, like a whole new planet. Very compassionate and intellectual. Reminds you of mixtapes and circuses and feels like running.

Pisces: Is a piece of art, with soft strokes and diverse colors. All around them is beauty and it marvels them. It reminds you of cotton candy and paint brushes. Feels like a kiss on the nose.

anonymous asked:

could you tell me if there is an essence or idea to goth culture, or if it is primarily aesthetic? i am revamping my style but i need to find what's 'me' first, and the reason for my question here is; there's something that draws me to goth culture that i can't quite finger, but most of the styles i see don't feel like me, ya know? so i want to know the source of it all, and build off of that, and you seem to know the social side of it. thank you!

Well, the super-condensed answer is that goth is about finding beauty (or something that fascinates you) in darkness. Be it literature, art, music, an aesthetic … 

For a longer answer to the question, I recommend the following books:

Gothic: 400 Years of Excess, Evil, Horror, and Ruin - Richard Davenport-Hines

Goth Chic: A Connoisseur’s Guide to Dark Culture - Gavin Baddeley

Contemporary Gothic - Catherine Spooner (Really, just read everything by her. She’s a brilliant delight.)

Oh, and hey, there’s that Gothic Charm School book … (While I sometimes feel weird doing self-promotion, I *do* like getting royalties. ::laughs:: )

Also, keep in mind that you don’t have to adopt any of the goth styles out there. Fashion is a great stylistic shorthand for signifying things and ideas you’re interested in, but if they don’t make you feel like yourself, then don’t bother with them.

The Reid Effect

Requested by @21lanes: Reid and the Reader have been best friends for years, and she harbors a secret crush on him. When he starts seeing someone else, she’s jealous, but when he asks for her help in surprising his new girlfriend, all hell breaks loose.

It’s not fair, the effect Spencer Reid as on her. Her heart rate speeds up, her palms sweat, the air feels too warm, and she immediately forgets whatever else she was supposed to be thinking about the moment he walks into view. Similar symptoms occur at the sound of his voice, or when she receives a text from him, and of course when he appears unbidden in her mind. No, it’s not fair. And yet, she can never bring herself to mind much when he makes her feel so good.

They met at a criminology conference in DC. As a mystery writer, she wanted to do some in-depth research, and while she left with new material for her book, she also left with a new friend. Spencer sparked her interest almost immediately, and they became fast friends. Even from the start, he had a way of making her feel comfortable and putting her at ease. For three years he was her best friend – and still is – but last year something shifted, and one day she looked at him and realized what she felt for him went so much deeper than friendship. That’s when it began, that nervous fluttering and anxious happiness. It took weeks for her to realize what she felt for him was love, and she’s never been able to admit it out loud.

What if he doesn’t reciprocate her feelings? What if it ruins their friendship? She can’t imagine not having him in her life, even if it means never acting on her feelings. And yet, when he smiles at her, the rest of the world slips away. Does he even realize it, the effect he has on her?

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anonymous asked:

🌷 (the ask thingy)

🌷 = favourite blogs

Ooh this is going to be a long one. Like looonnngggg so it’s going under a cut. Also this is less of a favorites and more of a “all the blogs I love and why I love them”


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Happy birthday to the wonderful, amazing, inspiring, fantasmagorical, beautiful, brilliant, strong, incredible Queen Alex Kingston ❤ While I’m not obsessively tweeting and reblogging everything about you like I did when I was 13, you’re still my hero! Much love and have a wonderful day!🎉❤❤❤

anonymous asked:

Could you write Eposette for the angst meme thing with "Don't listen to them. Don't you EVER listen to them" ? It would make me the happiest bean.

“Ponine, why are you laying on the floor?”

Eponine shifted the book off her face just enough to see the curtain of brown curls that meant Cosette had to be bending down quite low over her right now. How she could keep her balance while doing that was still beyond her, but Eponine had never once seen Cosette fall.

“Because I’m stupid,” she mumbled, but the pages muffled her words enough that Cosette couldn’t hear. Or, at least, faked not being able to hear.

“Sorry, what?”

“I said-” Eponine slides the book to her chest. “-because I’m stupid.”

Cosette shook her head and sat down beside her. “Nonsense, sweet pea. Why would you ever say that about yourself?”

“Because it’s true.” Eponine rolled over onto her side, facing away. “I have empirical proof that I’m an idiot because I failed another exam. Another one! It doesn’t matter how hard I try, I keep screwing up.”

She wanted to throw the books and papers and everything else in the garbage for all the good it had done her. That’s where it all belonged at this point anyway.

“I don’t know why I’m even trying. I didn’t go to university in the first place for a damn reason. Everyone knew, my parents knew, I knew- why am I here?”

“Hey.” Cosette laid a gentle hand on her shoulder and rolled Eponine over to look her in the eye. “All those voices telling you you aren’t good enough? Don’t listen to them. Don’t you ever listen to them. Especially not the ones that sound like your parents, you know they’re wrong.”

“Yeah, but what if-”

“No ‘buts.’ No ‘what ifs.’ You failed a test or two. So what? Enjolras and Combeferre have failed tests before, too, but that doesn’t make them stupid. You are my bright, brilliant, and beautiful sweet pea, and no test grade will ever change that.”

Eponine sighed and slowly started to prop the book up on her chest. She fidgeted with the corner a page for a long moment before she shuffled over enough to rest her head on Cosette’s lap. “Do you, um… Do you think you could help me study for the next one?”

anonymous asked:

Why can't you people just enjoy the video and be proud of mark putting so much effort into something for us? No instead you have to theorize and headcanon every little thing. Not everything has a deeper meaning

we do enjoy it, we do appreciate all that not only mark did, but the rest of teamiplier helped with too. the video that they made today was nothing short of brilliant. 💛

at the same time, we do like making theories and headcanons about these characters because there is so little information about them. that’s the beauty of fiction. sure, everything might not have a deeper meaning, and it might be a stretch. but it’s still fun for some people and it’s a way of creative expression.

you can enjoy something and make theories and headcanons about it too.

You know what’s totally right with Supergirl ? Winn.
Winn who had a very big crush on Kara but let her go because he knew he wasn’t the right one at the right time, Winn who moved forward and found a beautiful and loving girlfriend who made him happy, Winn who forgive her for her mistakes because everything she did - including hurting him - she did for the right reasons, Winn who’s always trying to help the people he cares about, Winn who’s the best part of the Guardian thing, Winn who integrated the DEO thanks to his brilliant mind, Winn who’s friend with everyone, Winn who cares for everyone, Winn who’s such an amazing character and who’s too precious for this world, Winn who even can sing.
I love him so damn much, you can’t imagine.

me, the bethesda ass-bitch since like 2003
  • me: elder scrolls is my favourite game series ever conceived it's such a beautiful body of work
  • me: fallout is my other favourite franchise and I cannot believe such an incredibly enthralling series exists. it has such brilliant art direction and cutting wit.

       i couldn’t resist waiting alright? i just HAD to make it 221, y’all know that i had. either way, i’m still so utterly surprised by the support and warmth i keep getting form all of my followers. never before, in my approx eight years of role-playing did i feel as welcome as i am in this community. and for that i want to thank all of you. you made my experience here the most incredible one and just thinking about it makes me feel a bit chocked up. and i simply can’t believe how many amazing friends i found here. i hope things remain like that for the entirety of time i am in this community. i love you all and i’m sorry if i forget to include you, i’m doing this by mind, so if i skip anyone it’s because my mind is crap. 

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Valentines Day

Imagine Shou finding out about valentine’s day through how much chocolate Ritsu got. After asking why he was giving them all to his brother, Ritsu explains that he can’t eat that much sweets and Mob hadn’t received any chocolates all day. After finding out about this fact, Shou goes off and prepares to give his own chocolates for Mob (poorly wrapped at that; someone please save the kid lol).

The next day, Mob finds it in his locker, overjoyed (thinking who could’ve gave him some since it was anonymous). Dimple jokes about how “the handwriting looks like a guy wrote it!”, which off-puts Mob at first, but after seeing the chocolate, he refuses to believe that Dimple was right. (Side note: despite the bad wrapping, the chocolate inside looked pretty dang good).

Little do they know, that Shou is actually there, invisible, wanting to see Mob’s reaction. He’s tempted to exorcise Dimple and reveal himself right then and there (over the fact that he mocked his handwriting and gift wrapping) but chooses otherwise.

Mob then decides to save eating it for later, since he wants to show that he received some this year. Then commences a series of problems that involve his chocolate present to get ruined when Mob isn’t looking, followed by Shou saving them last minute (while trying to stay hidden). For example: Mob leaving to go get something, and the Telepathy club members thinking it’s snacks. The Body Improvement club almost crushing it with all the weights they’re lifting. A random evil spirit wanting to take it for themselves; you name it. Shou saves it all in time.

Eventually, Mob catches him in the hallway when going back to the clubroom. He probably sensed his psychic power after Shou ended up using them a lot to save some chocolates. Shou then explains that he just “found it on the ground somewhere” and gives it back to Mob. Mob is relieved and really happy to have it back.

He explains how much he treasures the gift he got “from someone” since he never received something like it on valentine’s day. After being silent for a moment, Shou goes to leave because he’s quite embarrassed after hearing Mob talk so highly about this “certain someone he’d like to give back to”. Shou tries to make a cool exit while staying anonymous, but he accidentally slips out “I’m glad you liked it” and everything just goes on from there.

There goes Shou’s brilliant plan about never revealing himself, but here he is, an embarrassed mess, while getting asked questions from Mob of “Oh, you were the one who made these Suzuki-kun?”.  

Happy Ending~

(I wish I could write a fic but I have poor writing/english skills aha TvT I hope you like it though! Sorry for being lengthy!)


written by the lovely @zeitara

She has the most beautiful heart. She has the most amazing soul. Her brain is so brilliant. Her eyes alone could create world peace. Her laugh could make anyone the happiest person alive. Her smile could light up the darkest room. Everything about her is simply stunning. It’s impossible not to fall for her.
—  She’s perfect

anonymous asked:

Hi. I really like your blog and thanks for your recs. So I just completed He Who Must Not Be Normal. Have you? If so, what did you think of it? I thought their relationship was not very healthy. By the way do you have any journalist Draco? Thanks.

Hi anon!

He Who Must Not Be Normal by lettered is one of my top three favorite Drarry fics and I absolutely love it, all of it. I think it’s beautiful, amazing, and every other positive adjective you can possibly come up with.

Author’s summary: Potter has fame and fortune and posh clothes and all he wants is a simple life. Draco has a flat and a cat and a steady job and all he wants is a complicated life. Which makes you think this story has something exciting like body-swapping, but it doesn’t. Instead it has Indian takeaway and a blue jumper and people wanting a whole lot of what they can’t have, discovering themselves as they discover each other.

In it, Draco and Harry are both suffering from the aftermath of war. Draco struggles with a lack of money and is generally hiding from the world. His self-loathing is no joke. Harry is worn and harassed, unable to cope with the attention he’s continuously receiving. He hears voices and can’t sleep. Neither of them are in a good state of mind–their relationship does not start during ideal circumstances. Far from it. They’re a dysfunctional mess, and it’s heartbreaking, but also very very touching. Everything about them in this fic is so complex, and I am in love with these characterizations.

I wouldn’t say their relationship is unhealthy and leave it like that. They are a contradiction, they need each other, and they balance each other out; together, at last, they make perfect sense. They’re hurt and comfort all rolled into one. Their relationship is somehow terrifying and sort of brilliant all at once. Not perfect, not even close, but I believe they’ll get there.

I just… rooted for them so deeply, you know? I never wanted to stop reading about this Harry and Draco, and their lives. Everything was so sad and beautiful all at once. Also, I’m so impressed with this author’s writing and the way this whole thing was structured to make it impossible for you to stop–it’s a wild ride all the way through and it’s exhilarating. The style, the gradual change in perspective due to how Draco’s perception changes… AGH, I JUST LOVE IT ALL AND I COULD LITERALLY GO ON ABOUT THIS FOR AGES.

Hope that answers your question! 

PS: pls check out my He Who Must Not Be Normal fic aesthetic.

  • Albus: I love you.
  • Scorpius: (stares at Albus in shock.)
  • Albus: Scorpius, oh, I mean, I didn’t mean to say that. I just thought you might, for a moment… I mean we have been friends for so long but I’m just so… I would do anything for you. Because I love you. I love your blond hair and your beautiful ocean eyes just on the brink of silver. I love your brilliant smile where your whole face scrunches and you just smile and don’t hide it at all. I love how I can talk to you about anything and everything, including this because you’re my best friend in the whole world Scorpius and I need you to know that. I know that you don’t have feelings for me that way but I don’t want this to change anything. I can’t help that I like blokes, or more specifically you. Please, just don’t leave me.
  • Scorpius: (staying silent, mouth still wide ajar in shock.)
  • Scorpius: (corners of mouth begin to turn into a huge smile.)
  • Albus: (blushing) I-I’m gonna go now. I’ll… see you in class Scorpius.
  • Scorpius: Albus. I love you too. More than you’ll ever know. Since the train, our first time at Hogwarts. 
  • Albus: Thank Merlin.
  • Scorpius: Come on, Let’s go up to the astronomy tower to look at the stars and I can tell you all of the things I love about you.

cerviceps  asked:

piggybacking off of that anon's question-- which young adult lgbt books did you read that you would recommend? (thank you in advance if you answer this!!)

No prob! Here’s a bunch I often recommend:

The Miseducation of Cameron Post by Emily M. Danforth  - beautiful, heartbreaking, easily landed in “one of my favourite novels of all time” territory
A Love Story Starring My Dead Best Friend by Emily Horner - sweet and precious story about moving forward from death
Tell Me Again How a Crush Should Feel by Sara Farizan - a really sharp and funny book from a brilliant author whose work I find highly influential
Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli - cute and deeply relatable (if you are me)
Everything Leads to You by Nina LaCour - an expertly constructed love story, more new adult than young adult I suppose.
Under the Lights by Dahlia Adler - it’s the second in a series but you don’t have to read the first one to enjoy this
Starting From Here by Lisa Jenn Bigelow - charming, memorable protagonist
Openly Straight by Bill Konigsburg - great story about grappling with identity and self-presentation
Far From You by Tess Sharpe - much darker than the rest of this list. life is strange wishes it could handle its difficult subject matter this well
Skim by Mariko and Jillian Tamaki - awesome graphic novel by a couple of national treasures.