wow this is super shitty

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i’m going to be honest, this was literally one of the best things to ever happen in an anime. their relationship is so healthy and realistic and its actually treated seriously. its not used as a gag or bait to lure in lgbtq viewers, the series lets it develop along with the plot in a way that is so perfect and it


this normalizes same gendered couples and takes these kinds of relationships away from simply being a “weird sub-genre”. it’s proper representation, i really hope other production companies decide to follow in these footsteps. i don’t think i will ever be able to shut up about this

“Unlike the hallways, the lunchroom was suspiciously silent. There was a tension that filled the space, immediately setting Alex on edge. Navigating through the crowd, he managed to slip to the front with ease. In any other case, his small stature would be a brittle thorn in his side, but on the occasion it had its advantages. The scene that laid before him was one that would not soon be forgotten. Lafayette was towering on top of a table, shouting in a mixture of French and English at another boy who was standing on the ground looking up smugly at the enraged teenager. There was a small circle of students blocking entrance to the faceoff, keeping any administration interference at bay. Teenagers are like sharks, Alex thought, a fight is like a drop of blood.”

Aaaaaand here is yet another drawing from @damn-man-ham-fam‘s brilliant fic. I can’t seem to stop drawing Hamilton how did this happen

All For You

This is for @cliffwoes and @cliffovevo‘s best friend!5sos blurb night. :)

One of your favorite parts about having a best friend who was in a famous band was being able to watch all of his shows from the front while you cheered him on. You loved seeing how happy Michael was whenever he took the stage. He always ran and jumped around with a gigantic smile on his face. He once told you before that performing was his favorite thing to do because no matter how bad his life may be, all of that disappears when he steps out onto the stage and sees thousands of people there cheering him and the others on.

The most amazing part was seeing the lonely boy you met more than a decade ago who only ever talked to you, grow into a confident man who commanded an entire arena of people. You loved watching Michael grow confident in himself and who he was more than anything.

During the end of Castaway, Michael danced his way over to where you were in front of the stage. You stared up at him playing his guitar; fingers moving quickly over the fret board and lost in concentration. As you watched him you softly smiled, thinking back on all the years you two have spent together. At some point you had fallen in love with this boy, but that was one thing you could never get yourself to bring up to him, no matter how much you wanted to.

Eventually the boys finished playing Castaway. After Michael glanced up at the crowd, his looked down at you, giving you a tender smile. Before he turned to walk away, he gave you a quick wink and started walking back over to his microphone, scratching the back of his neck.

Considering you know Michael for the majority of your life, you automatically knew something was up. That was one of his nervous habits – Michael was never nervous on stage.

“Hey guys,” Michael spoke into the microphone, sending a glance over to you. “So before we play Jet Black Heart today, I wanted to do something different. Something special. So most of you know (y/n)? My best friend in the entire world outside of the rest of the band. Well tonight I want to dedicate a song I wrote for (y/n) a couple years ago. I’ve never said before that this song was for (y/n), but I’m telling you now that this was all for you,” he finished, locking eyes with you.

Before you knew it, the lights turned blue and a familiar tune started being played. Michael stepped up to the mic and started singing an all too familiar song; one you always wished was for you.

“Throwing rocks at your window at midnight…”

The longer the song went on, the more tears started to accumulate in your eyes. By the time he sang the last “Wrapped around your finger,” tears were freely falling down your face.

As he finished those words he looked over at you, face looking hopeful. You wiped your eyes and smiled at the boy, causing Michael to smile back turning around to finish the rest of the show.

Eventually the show finished and you found your way backstage. As you walked around trying to find Michael and the others, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your waist, causing you to gasp.

“I’ll take the fact that you’re still here as a good sign,” Michael whispered into your ear, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. You let out a breathy laugh and turned around in his arms, quickly connecting your lips to Michael’s. As you laced your arms around his neck, he tugged you closer, closing the distance between your bodies. The rest of the world seemed to disappear in that moment – the only thing that mattered was you and Michael. His soft lips molding with yours was a feeling you never wanted to end.

As you two broke away from each other, a tiny smile formed on your face.

“I’ve always dreamed that you wrote that song about me,” you confessed, tangling your fingers into the short hairs on his neck. Michael softened his grip around your waist and placed a gentle kiss on top of your forehead.

“And I’ve always dreamed that you’d like me back. Guess both of our dreams get to come true.”