I have twenty-three tiny wishes...

My atmosphere would kill him and his me, but I like to keep a wall up in my relationships anyway.

the little foot stomps when he says question, which is something he does every time but are infused with actual frustration while he interrogates grace

the sulky way he says no again and again when grace tries to get him to give him a thumbs up

the way grace's voice breaks when we says "we got stars to save."

"need word. to risk self to save other." / "dumb." and then writes brave with this sort of painful pride because he doesnt know yet

the way grace steps away to have a moment to himself

rocky doing the math on his claws. "i can give. i go home six years slower."

the resolve in rocky's voice when he says he couldnt fix his crew but he can fix this, and grace go home

the way grace's breath hitches when he breaks down

"okay."

"i thought you made peace, question?" / "i didnt mean any of that. that's just something you say."

ending with the hug which is plain adorable.

My postcard for pride month.

Inspired by this 510 BCE depiction of Sappho, and the joy of being in rooms of fellow gay & trans people making music & art, telling stories, and playing games together lately.

I'm grateful to the many people I've met in my area over the past few years who have been working hard to build spaces for that to happen in -- especially Cas, Lids, & Ryan.