O tal Amigo-da-Vizinhança

characters in movies love to wake up from surgery and immediately start ripping off all their medical equipment like theyre a sexy werewolf breaking their chains. brother you dont know if that tube is the only thing keeping you alive right now. calm down.

neither of them is particularly fond of putting their relationship on display. no casual kisses in public, no lingering hugs, no sitting in each other’s laps in the middle of the street, and they’re both perfectly content with that. but every now and then, when they’re walking through the city and the crowd around them begins to thin, Neil feels a familiar hand slip into his. he glances down just in time to see Andrew quietly threading their fingers together before giving his hand the gentlest squeeze. Neil doesn’t even bother looking around to see who’s watching. he couldn’t care less about strangers’ stares. If Andrew is the one reaching for him first, then it means Andrew has already decided it’s safe. and if it’s safe for Andrew, it’s automatically safe for Neil. so all Neil does is brush his thumb slowly over Andrew’s knuckles and return the squeeze, quietly savoring the warmth of Andrew’s hand for as long as Andrew is willing to hold on before finally letting go.

hi. i’m the guy who all that blood belongs to. yeah in all the pictures of anime girls and cool ocs holding knives. it’s mine. i don’t donate it or anything. they just kill me again and again. because someone’s gotta but that’s not the part people really wanna see. it’s okay though. it’s a living

people will claim to be filled with whimsy and joy for life but then hate musicals……. the vile tongue of man will never cease lying

i take comfort in knowing that harry potter will one day fade in cultural relevance, but the beauty and worth of trans people will never waver