asparagus is in season

thinking about middle aged gay love is like. we have a future and we have time

my mother divorced my father when i was 7. it wasn’t because she was gay, though she did discover this later (another reminder that it’s okay to find out who you are at 40, at 50, etc, and also for who you are to change) but because she had thought he was the great love of her life and he turned out to be a shitty person.

my mother married my ma when i was 11. i think they do have a great love. i think they love each other the way you can when you’re middle aged – having seen the world, being able to see each other’s flaws, knowing themselves. they see each other in full, and they love each other and the world for it. 

they dance on the street to buskers (very embarrassing when you’re twelve; very cute when you look back on it as an adult). i shit you not – they pass me their purses and dance on the sidewalk, laughing. i thought was something that only happened in movies.

my ma makes my mother eggs every morning because my mother can’t cook for shit. my mother presses my ma’s work blazers for her because my ma still can’t figure out how to work the new iron. 

when it was warm, high-school me would wake up on the weekends and wander downstairs to find them sitting in the backyard in the sun, drinking coffee together and splitting the newspaper in a surgical, exact process since they’d worked out who wanted which sections years ago. 

my mother is happier than she’s ever been. my ma, too. there is a future out there for every gay person who’s always known they’re gay, like my ma, and for everyone who figures it out later, like my mother. there’s time. 

they’re growing old together. i cannot express to you how much they are leading happy lives, loving each other, with a huge family surrounding them. i cannot express to you how much they have this beautiful future that they are living and will live. 

i want you to know, if you don’t have any older gays in your life: they’re out there. and they’re living these full, happy lives.

sometimes i look to my moms and i think, i want a life like yours. and looking at them makes me believe i will get it. 

Martin Scorsese, to the New York Times, after they published an article shortly after Federico Fellini passed away calling his movies- and other 'foreign' movies of the same ilk- 'hard work'

[x]

also i find it deeply funny that in tsc andrew is just kevin’s pet goalkeeper and kevin’s pet monster and “that creepy little goalkeeper” when he takes up soooo much space in aftg in literally every fucking scene. even when he isn’t physically present he’s taking up space on the page because neil won’t stop thinking about him. then u get inside jean’s head and he’s like yeah aaron minyard is uninteresting outside of his outstanding murder charge and andrew is also there

cannot stop thinking about how, from jean’s pov, neil is a Creature. an insane little man. jean expresses physical attraction or at least physical appreciation towards many of the characters in this book, and despite the foxes’ insistence that neil is good looking, to jean neil is always just… a weird and slightly unsettling presence. a strange and arrogant creature with no leash on him. an uncanny force of nature.

Laila Dermott being Lebanese is my Super Bowl. Anyways here’s some info about how she might look to help artists/writers, because the West doesn’t have the best understanding on who Lebanese people are.

Neil makes SCRAPS of appearances in tsc but he serves cunt and leaves. Absolute legend. I get now why Jean was at his wits end with this guy. He orders drinks and food, makes fucking fbi agents WAIT for him then sits in an INTERROGATION and eats take out as if it's just another day for him. Jean probably got 20 separate heart attacks because of this man and then this gremlin goes ahead and orders a hit on the behalf of a man he knew only in pain while sitting in a very public diner and waiting on fbi agents to show up and drag them away.

Neil Fucking Josten, Andrew has his hands full. Never a dull day with him.

rereading tkm and I sorely misjudged Kevin before tsc omg the line when Neil says you can’t be afraid of him anymore (Riko) and Kevin says

“It is not a switch you can turn on and off. You of all people know this. You did not grow up with him. You do not get to judge me.”

You’re so right Kevin. Like that line really hit me that most of the foxes and other people (including me initially) saw Kevin’s reluctance to fight back as cowardice rather than the instinctual self-preservation and trauma response that it acc is.

I feel like people really underestimate the impact that your mode of transportation has on how you see and think about and interact with your city. Like, driving makes your city feel like a few islands, pockets of space where you regularly go and new ones you discover only when brought there for a purpose, but all amidst an ocean of just, filler. Taking public transit makes your city feel like a network of corridoors, a glowing grid along which you may discover new things, but whose alternate winding paths you only take when given to by circumstance. Cycling makes your city feel more human in its scale, and while you can only go so far, the spaces through which you travel are far more often built for people, not machines, and that difference is tangible, while your freedom of movement gives you more opportunities for exploration. Walking can only take you so far, but you see everything meant for you along those places, and every street feels like it carries potential, with no barriers to stopping and partaking of whatever piques your interest. I think, among these, driving is the one that by far most isolates you from the place you live, while the others are, in decreasing order, most utilitarian, and in increasing order, most personally connective to your shared space.

jeremy !!! jeremy tell me why you avoid cops and why your sister said you destroyed your family !!! tell me why you hate your stepfather and why you avoid your brother !!!! tell me why you have problems with money and why you're in therapy and why any mention of your family upsets you !!!!!! do you not want jean to call you 'knox' bc you want to be a good captain/his friend or do you have problems with your surname??????? tell me why you're forced to live at home and why you still playing exy is unforgivable to your sister !!!!! tell me what happened at the fall banquet !!!!!!!! what broke your family in half jeremy !!!!!!! STOP AVOIDING ME JEREMY ANSWER THE QUESTIONS

Oh and this bc I forgot about it!

i think sarchengsey is so funny because blue and henry both individually went through their own private enemies to friends to lovers arcs with gansey in their heads and he didn't even notice because he was too busy thinking about glendower. blue spent a good portion of the raven boys darkly muttering gansey over and over and crushing yoghurt cans over it and he never noticed. henry spent the first three books crushing soda cans muttering gansey over and over and gansey never noticed. and then they all kissed at the end what the hell your favs could never

ETSY LINK

18 x 24 Linocut Block Art Print - Lan Caihe of the Eight Immortals

Celebrate nonbinary identities throughout history

Things are still interesting for the ineffable spouses after the Armageddoff.

Crowley helps Aziraphale have even LESS customers in the bookstore, which has started to get a Reputation.

(He’s also growing his hair out.)

If a worker who isn't the owner says ANYTHING similar to "I'm not really supposed to do this but-" and then does something that helps you, under no circumstances inform the business, including through reviews. You tell them that the worker was polite, professional, the very model of customer service and why you like to go there. You do not breathe a word of the rulebreaking.

started watching black sails.