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you'd think it would be easy to be out &* proud in new york city at an arts school , surrounded by dancers &* singers &* actors that were themselves out &* proud. yet , there is ryan , nervously tapping his foot as he eyes the post on his phone. it's no real secret that he is gay ------- closeted himself , but ... well , everyone knew. guessed. accused. even his parents had asked &* ------ the look of relief that flooded their expressions when he denied it has never left his mind. he's come to experiment under the heavy weight of alcohol at the club scenes in new york. but in the waking hours where he is ( * mostly ) sober ? there , he is just a guy who does not date &* focuses on his craft !

but ... one guy at the club that he drunkenly made out with gave him some details about an app where lgbt people could talk &* connect with anonymity. completely private -- no need for revealing anything about yourself ! a safe space.

so , at the moment , he's looking over his intro post ----- nothing telling , just that he's twenty , lives in new york state but has been all over , that he studies dance &* musical theater , &* that his family is unaccepting &* that he's gay but closeted. the words i'm gay glare at him on the screen. he deletes it ----- chooses questioning instead. says he just wants people to talk to that don't know him for once. ' the spotlight is nice at every other moment , but not for this. ' signs the post as JAZZ instead of his name or anything close to it.

before he can convince himself not to post it , he hits the send button &* sets his phone down with a nervous , frustrated little groan. the internet moves fast , but who knows when someone will reply ? if he sits here waiting , he'll delete it. instead , he chooses to leave his phone in his apartment &* go to class as usual instead. if nothing is there when he gets home , it's clearly a sign ! he'll delete it then.

wooden  stake  gripped  in  a  clenched  fist.  eyes  relaxed  as  she  sized  up  an  old  enemy  she  never  thought  she'd  face  again.  ❛  darla  ...  i'd  ask  how  you  are,  but  i'm  big  with  the  'not  caring'  ❜  she  stated,  keeping  herself  on  alert.  as  much  as  she  wasn't  afraid  to  stand  her  ground,  she  knew  better  than  to  underestimate  darla.  she  was  older  and  smarter  than  most  vampires  she  faced.  ❛  if  you're  looking  for  angel,  he's  not  here.  ❜

My first muse was from the NCIS fandom, back on the fanfiction.net forums. It was either Abby, Kate, or Gibbs. My first character on Tumblr was Jennifer Jareau from Criminal Minds. The amusing part is that I was so young and had no clue about criminal justice at that time. It was also a place where I met an old friend of mine, with whom I had written for over 10 years.

the stranger sentence starters, accepting.

• Rebekah has always been Kol's soft spot. He's the first one at her side when she's dealing with anything emotional and although they don't often comfort one another with words, he knows that his presence alone makes an impact. Their coping mechanism is often snobby retreats in Southern France or somewhere along the Adriatic Sea, drinking fresh margheritas and a little drip of mortal blood.

• They both frequently get in the way of the other finding intimacy. Kol often leaves her dates dead in the first few meetings and buries them without taking the blame, although Rebekah typically takes the approach of scaring them off with intense stories or more intense stares. The times that he's killed potential suitors all have defensible reasons in his eyes, but he quietly hopes she finds somebody worthy.

• They can read one another's expressions immediately without much effort and almost always know what the other one is thinking. While they don't have a lot in common when it comes to morals or goals, they've spent enough time to pick up on the others patterns and habits. They have a silent connection that nobody else rivals, much to the dismay of their elder siblings.

• Rebekah used to braid Kol's hair regularly when they were young. He would let her do it for decades to make her smile - and he secretly enjoyed it. In general, they have a natural instinct to touch the others hair for comfort. When Rebekah is sad or stressed he'll put his fingers through her hair or hold her head, and she'll do the same to calm Kol down when something has him agitated or angry.

last of us (show) starters

@feylived ASKED: ❝ besides, it’s the thought that counts. ❞ / buffy!

THE SIGH is slow and subtle so as not to upset her , but there is a slight exasperation in it , though there is affection that remains .

READING ~ funny story page 219 with @feylived ft zoya nazyalensky

it was a goodbye aelin did not foresee being so   —-   difficult.      the world of lunathion has been wondrous ; carried with it a sensation of ecstasy that encapsulated all it was day to night.      there were many facets of the sprawling city booming with light and life she would miss.      the music , the lights , the fashion.      (   the latter of which aelin had wasted no time in filling a trunk filled with to bring home.   )      but there was not one cosmetic nor material item that she could rank higher than the one she found within the arms of.      her own holding onto the fellow blonde near identical in appearance and outward age with equal tightness.

meeting lidia cervos   . . .   no words could be formed nor created to explain the emotion that befell the queen of terrasen.      a descendant of brannon , embers dancing through her bloodstream that matched her own   —-    a gift of sorts from the gods themselves that all aelin had done , had given , the lineage she fought to maintain , did not end solely with her.      there was a future that spanned far beyond what her own life would warrant her to witness.      and it was the woman in her embrace who was proof.