I’m So Yikes At All The People Praising @maggie-stiefvater For The Lgbt Ship Being Treated ~so Well~

do you ever get emotional bc kevin promised andrew he’d find him something to build his life around and it was literally neil

honestly the main thing I got from your last reply is that we should start a campaign to get maggie to write a spin off book with henry cheng as the main character

just imagine following the adventures of henry cheng as he overthrows the corrupt power structure of aglonby, increases the stock value of starbucks via lackeys, does modeling shoots with horses, and freaks out every time his car gets a slight scratch on it

meanwhile in the background you have hints of dick gansey’s gay welsh cult running around being weird and otherworldly and henry wanting to make out with gansey but ultimately not pining or being too worried by it not happening

Natalia Castellar photographed by Bianca Calvani for LPA the Label by Pia Arrobio.

Paris is always showing its teeth. When it is not snarling, it is laughing.

Les Misérables, Part III, Book I, Chapter XI (via sextmen)

Chloe x Halle - The Kids Are Alright Film

blue sargent: if i kiss my true love he'll die

noah czerny: well...if you ever want a kiss i noahguy™

ICARUS

“What is it like to be immortal?” Icarus asks.

“Think of it like this,” Apollo explains, ”when I was small, so was my world. The only sky I knew was the one at the foot of my father’s throne. But as I grew, so did my world. I soared the skies above Sparta and Athens and all I asked for became mine. To be immortal is to know that greater victories always await.”

Apollo rakes his eyes over Icarus’ beating wings, “What is it like to be mortal?”

Icarus says nothing as the gentle brush of Apollo’s fingertips leave burns along his jaw. He says nothing as his lungs fill with ash after every kiss. Nothing as his body begins to feel the weight of his wings pulling him down.

And finally, as the wings give in to the heat, and Icarus falls through the clouds, he closes his eyes and says with a smile,

“It feels like this.”

—If you have to ask, then it was never meant to be yours anyway. (i.s.)   

blue: i made this friendship bracelet for you.

ronan: you know, i’m not really a jewelry person.

blue: you don’t have to wear it.

ronan: no, i’m gonna wear it forever. back off.

On November 5, 1917, 100 years ago today, Wilfred Owen wrote a gorgeous love letter to fellow gay World War I poet Siegfried Sassoon. It continues to be one of my favorite love letters of all time.