#bssilver

every time i see someone say that silver is straight therefore cant understand flint and madi bc he's not oppressed i see red. like yeah he is not gay and he cant be gay or he will die (self imposed) but also hes [unspecified origin that definately isnt straight white british guy but also 100% is, source: dude trust me] and disabled in a world that treats him like a deformed monster and villain not bc of the murdering and the thieving but bc of the fact that he doesnt have two legs

so I was trying to nap and, as one does, i got hit by the realisation of how acutely terrifying it must have been for Silver, mister I-repress-my-feelings-and-erase-my-past, to sit by the softest light surrounded by darkness and listen to this man to whom he feels irresistibly attracted - an attraction he no longer likens to the mystic pull of a demonic force but still explains to himself as purely purely intellectual - listen to this man as he finally tells Silver that he is a man who loves other men and who loved intensely once and that he lost that love and never talks about him with anyone but he will talk about him with Silver and Silver alone - because doesn’t this redefine it all? Doesn’t it change it all? Doesn’t it feel like existing in the dark and having a chance to say out loud that there are no dragons in the dark there is freedom in the dark and he almost says it, he almost says it out loud and then - he doesn’t.