Andrew Minyard was born to die. It was the sad, harsh truth of his existence. It was something he lived with everyday, a weight like the world on Altas’ shoulders. He was carrying his demise. It wasn’t even scary, the thought of death. Maybe it’s because death could be compared to a parasite; it lives inside you, festering, forming, until it takes you apart slowly and then you become rot and ruin and dust, until you decay from history itself.
Andrew Minyard knew he was going to die well before he was supposed to.
Imagine being in college and struggling in your chemistry class. As a freshman, you don’t want to fall too far behind in your first year, so you go to a tutoring session to try to catch up. The tutor assigned to you is Chris, a senior you’ve seen around campus and at frat parties. Every time he looks at you, you’re charmed by his bright blue eyes and don’t learn a single thing.
#Alec heads into the kiss with his eyes open #but when their lips finally meet #he closes his eyes for just a second #until opening his eyes #again #to check if this is real #that Magnus is here #with him #in his arms #kissing him back #that Magnus is safe and sound #and when Alec realizes this #he closes his eyes again #breathing Magnus in #letting relief washing over himself #Magnus is safe #and he loves him
My country is celebrating 100 years of independence this year and we are also achieving marriage equality on the 1st of March. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate our achievements as a nation than celebrating equality and human rights. Congratulations, Finland, may there be many more victories such as this and may your freedom last a thousand years!
(yes, the Finnish flag appears backwards because she’s waving it around)