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“When thinking of iconic romance, ask yourself if any imagery (paintings, photographs, film-stills) comes to mind that is not showing heterosexual couples? Probably not,” says photographer Braden Summers of his photo series of everyday gay and lesbian couples from around the globe.
The Avengers as a 70s cop show
I’d watch this show.
this prompt was SO GREAT omg i spent two days agonising over what it should be about. SO GREAT. thank you *^*
druxy - something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside.
There is no such thing as a happy ending and Kieren should have known, with Amy’s blood still on his hands and a bullet still grinding against Simon’s spine (creak creak creak, like fingernails on the wood of a coffin). There is no such thing as a happy ending; things don’t just end. Those of them that got to come back, the undeserving and the fucked up, know it better than anyone. Kieren should have known.
Jem drags him and Simon and Philip and one of her friends from school to the Legion, no cover-up on. It’s part of her recovery process, she says: tame the places she associates with trauma. Everything goes well until Gary sees her laughing at something Simon says, and loudly tells Pearl to bring him an Irish Car Bomb, stat. Simon gets up from his table, Kieren one step behind him, but it’s Jem who starts the fight. Afterwards, Kieren helps her clean up so their parents don’t see a thing and Simon stands off to the side. His palms are open, hands at his sides, and looking at him Kieren can see every piece of his fucked up life like broken glass he doesn’t know what to do with, how to fix.
Here’s why there are no happy endings: Kieren and Simon and Amy, they were the three sides of bad fortune. One wanted to die, and did. One didn’t care either way; death was just another twist in the miserable and miserably pointless line of endless winters. One didn’t want to die, not the first time around and not the second, and isn’t it a cruel twist of fate that she was killed twice over surrounded by people who’d lay down their lives for her first?
‘You’d make a better prophet than the one the ULA have,’ says Simon one night (before he knows Kieren’s hands start to shake more and more, before he knows there are moments the neurotriptyline shots make Kieren seize up like he’s getting — like he’s getting immune). He says it even though they have a moratorium on the whole messianic dickhead routine, and shrugs when Kieren gives him the stink eye.
He’d make a great prophet, wouldn’t he? Patron saint of lost causes and lost boys and the lost, lonely monsters lurking under beds. Patron saint of the damned, maybe. Patron saint of the hopeless, the helpless, those without aim. No teeth, no claws, just the horrific irony of having to exist indefinitely when really, really, all he wanted was to die.
Here’s why there are no happy endings: the truth is that Kieren is sure he’d make a shit prophet unlike Simon, who could sway crowds, who could sway mobs, but who nevertheless would choose to follow Kieren instead and that — that, right there, is terrifying. He doesn’t know what to do with it. There are no happy endings and he doesn’t know what to do with a second chance, a second life, or (a second) love.
Lake View Cemetery: The Haserot Angel
It’s called the Angel of Death Victorious. Due to an effect of weathering and erosion on the bronze, the statue appears to be weeping black tears at all times.
When you make a reference and someone actually gets it