or the face of a god

Sorry for this ugly format-I’m on mobile. But yes @iftheresnolove, 100% this. They absolutely had help in the form of their crew/staff and possibly even family (looking at you Lottie). Many things happened outside of stadiums and they are far too recognizable to have been able to do it all themselves. But the idea behind them? What they stood for, who they represented, and what they did by way of LBGTQ education…that’s what I believe they are responsible for.

Almost forgot to post this but this was definitely the best birthday present ever!! My best friend photoshopped my ugly face into this picture (absolutely no hate towards Signe, she’s a wonderful person) and now I’m gonna hang it next to my bed :p

hey so whose heart also literally constricts in pain when listening to Sea hahaha

THIS IS A TRUE STORY AND I AM SHOOKETH

so after groundhog day on sunday, I was done at the stage door and andy was still talking to the people at the very end of the line for about a half an hour, while i went to sit down on one of the steps of the theater. after he was done at the stage door, andy went back in to the theater to collect something of his, and about an hour later, me still sitting on the step, he goes to meet orfeh and a few of their friends outside and they start walking towards me to pass me on their way somewhere. so they’re walking towards me and I’m like “oh shit” and look down at my phone. I can’t help but to look up as he walks past, though, and he takes about two steps past me but then stops and turns to me, I say “I’m just moping around for a while, that’s all” and he smiles and thanks me for being awesome for coming a bunch, or whatever, I respond “no, thank you so much” then he lunges towards me and extends his right hand out to me, in what i suspected was just for a low five, so I comply, and reach out with my right hand to hit it back, a pained from the show smile on my face as we lock eyes, and at the same time slapping my hand down onto his but then he CURLS HIS FINGERS INTO MY HAND when they meet and by natural reflex I grab it back. OUR FINGERS LOCK for almost a full second, looking into each other’s eyes, and I’m utterly shocked by this. after the (too quick) second passes, he starts to let go. as he does, he also begins to turn his body while looking at me for another second and as he starts walking and turning his head away from me, I let slip out of my mouth, in what now I can only hope was a quiet enough voice for him to only catch maybe the first word, the words “I love you”, each word getting quieter, the sentence trailing off, as I realize what I’m saying while I’m saying it, and then he walks away. of course it was tempting to get up and follow him but at the same time I didn’t want a restraining order from andy karl himself and more importantly I couldn’t pull myself away from the theatre anyway. so I sit there for the next five minutes staring at my hand and repeating the motions of the low five/hand hold a few times and I just break down crying for fifteen minutes straight and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since and I almost start crying every time I do

tl;dr this is the long winded version of the story of the events leading up to the time I quietly (so he hopefully didn’t hear me) told Andy Karl that I love him. and I really meant it. I am shooketh.

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happy birthday to our dearest jungkook!
thank you for being you 

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The Climax of V’s Route