Hey, thanks for making "Having Pride". Like really, thank you, a lot :)
Well trust me, it took a looooooong long time for me to truly be comfortable with myself. And, like I mentioned, I was even nervous about posting the video, cause I’m still sometimes really nervous about talking about myself so personally on that level, I usually just like sticking to playing characters and roles. But you guys provide so much positive support and my friends do too, that it’s made it easier for me to finally start doing that and letting you into my life a bit more. I’m so glad to hear back from you all so positively about it. It truly has made me even more confident and proud of who I am. Thank YOU so much.
Ten sets out of numerous tweets about my Boring Modern AU for context. I know my twitter audience is different than my tumblr so…yeah…but it’s pretty much just a lighthearted thing that shouldn’t be taken too seriously. I also got some help from twitter friends with a few ideas as well.
He needed to see him. Even if it was just to be screamed at, to be hit, to be absolutely hated. He needed to see him.
Erik was suddenly startled out of his thoughts by the sound of glass shattering. Charles stood before him, staring at him blankly, blue eyes wide, his drink now a puddle spreading across the floor. His face was impossible to read, emotion everywhere and nowhere all at once. He remained silent, just staring. Any plans Erik once had about what he was going to say to Charles were gone, forgotten, replaced by a sharp pain in his stomach and a feeling as though all the breath had been knocked out of him. Seconds could have passed, minutes, hours, days.
The familiar toon of the Doctor Who theme song filled the quiet bunker. Dean shot out of his bed, yelling to Sam to turn it off. It shut off as soon as it started. Your alarm clock still set to 7 am, even after 2 years of your death. It haunted Dean, what you did just so the world could have the right to Dean Winchester again.