Pink and green guys
Glinda//Elphaba
Cherry//Joe
DO WE SEE THE VISION
You can only reblog this today.
points. cannibal username
*gasp* we should kiss (platonically)
Rebranding into a transformers/multifandom blog
Why must my existence as a lesbian be political? Why must my interest in women be political? Why must fictional characters' relationships be political? Why must we as individuals be political based on something as simple our own existence? We all just want to live our lives the way anyone else would and yet we're told to keep it private and to ourselves. We are told to not hold hands or write books for our children about families like ours or people like us because our words will take away the control they want over their children. We have existed under fire and shadow for millenia, and no matter how much has changed, we are barred from having the same treatment as anyone else. No law protects us from harm and discrimination, and yet we are expected to be calm. We are expected to sit here and take it and be grateful for inequality because 'it used to be worse'. This treatment is dehumanizing, and I do not want to be treated like something taboo to be hidden. I am a lesbian. I will hold hands with my girlfriend. I will walk these streets with pride. I will write about women and I will write about loving relationships and I will write about my experience. We will not be silenced. Our existence is not inheritantly political, but you have made it so, and we will not just sit here and be silenced and erased because you refuse to listen and learn.
Why don't you sit right down and
Stay a while
We like the same things
And I like your style
GUYS
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS CALLED I WANNA READ BKDK FICS FOR IT BUT I CANT FIGURE OUT THE TAG
Under Pressure was only out for 5 days when James was killed
He and Sirius likely never got to listen to it together
Regulus has a mole on the side of his neck and it's James' favorite spot to kiss. It constantly is red all around it just from James' attention.
Trans Regulus AU where James opens the door to see Kreacher holding a baby before handing it to him and disappearing, and he has never been more confused. That is, until he looks down at the baby and it has the same grey eyes as the man he once loved back in school; the man he once left.