Aaaaaaaaaaah, If We Could Choose Our Parents I Would Have Chosen Them!!!!!!! Ik Its A Sick Thing To Say,

oh my god that sooooo amazing!!!!!!! YOU GO GIRL!!! im so happy for you and thank you for building up that courage and coming out to your mum!! <33

Sooo errr....I have news, and I kinda want to share it because its such a big deal to me and tbh I'm like 99% sure this is a dream ! Zhshdhdh

I finally built up the courage to come out as lesbian to my mother, and, she supports me ! She literally could not have handled it any better than she did and I am so so happy !

It feels so good to just not have to hide it from her anymore, and honestly I just feel so free !

And with all that said, if you're someone who's struggling with any of this stuff, I hope you're okay and that it gets better for you ! My messages are always open if you ever need to talk !

*plays in the background

(murder husbands inspired the desire to write the proposal out. sirius to remus. ((remus to sirius isn't quite this casual)))

Warm summer sunlight was barely poking through their bedroom curtains when Sirius woke up, trying to stay still as possible in bed, not wanting to wake his boyfriend. Even in the dead of night, he gravitated to Remus like a moth to a light, a barnacle clinging to the side of a boat for dear life even in calm waters. It had been that way since seventeen, though there wasn't much of an option then given the size of the dormitory beds, but wasn't any different now at 25 when they had a much bigger bed and a bedroom entirely to themselves. Sirius studied Remus in the morning light, counting freckles across the bridge of his nose and the pink left on his cheeks from time spent outside with their four-year-old and not enough sun lotion.

Sirius loved to count the freckles, especially when Remus was asleep and wasn't aware he was doing so. Though he loved to count the freckles during the day too because Remus's mouth would turn up at the corners and his face would flush from the intensity of the attention, but he never told Sirius to stop. Sirius loved the shape of Remus's mouth, the way it was slightly open when he slept; the sandy hair, and the way it captured the sunlight, turning more golden. Less grey.

Sirius wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life waking up next to someone who never complained about Sirius's full body weight on top of him, counting freckles, and making wishes on eyelashes that had fallen out onto cheeks.

"Marry me, Remus Lupin..." Sirius whispered, pressing a soft kiss just on Remus's cheek, as he always did before he got up in the morning. He could hear Harry in his room already, talking away to his toys and stuffed animals as he waited for Sirius to open the door.

"Okay," Remus mumbled in return, and Sirius halted, propped up on the palms of his hands, hovering above Remus.

"You're asleep."

"Sort of."

"You're supposed to be asleep."

"Kind of am," Remus stirred, bringing a hand out from underneath the covers to find the back of Sirius's head, his eyes still half-closed. It was clumsy, long fingers hitting Sirius's face, nearly poking an eye out before he was able to rest his hand where he wanted it to go. So Remus's long fingers could tangle in the curls that had escaped from the hairband overnight. Sirius would find it with the pillows when he made the bed later.

"You weren't supposed to hear that."

"Mmmm but I did. Sorry, too late. Answer still stands."

"...You'll marry me?"

"Yes."

"I have a ring," Sirius told him. Sirius also had plans. He also was working up to book a day at Remus's favorite fancy restaurant--the one they went to and just ate cheese and drank wine until closing. Sirius was going to show him the ring before their first glass. Sirius was going to say something romantic that would make Remus blush, and give the proposal speech of a lifetime.

But like most things he had planned out for him and Remus...they just never worked out the way Sirius built them up to in his brain.

"A ring?"

"Yes. It's in the dresser. Has been for months."

"Can I see it in an hour?"

welll....

shit.

WAIT HOLD ON

The one thing he keeps is the picture of the lighthouse??? No hold on this gets way worse.

Not only is this a reminder of Stede, but think about their conversation about the painting of the lighthouse.

YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO AVOID LIGHTHOUSES. SO YOU DON’T GET YOURSELF HURT.

STEDE WAS THE LIGHTHOUSE: TO HIS FAMILY, TO HIS CREW, TO THE MAN HE LOVED. A BIG, SHINY GOLDEN CHILD WHO ENDED UP CRACKING THEM ON THE ROCKS. THAT’S THE MEMORY OF HIM THAT EDWARD KEEPS!! THE WARNING TO NEVER GET CLOSE AGAIN!!

AND THE LAST SHOT OF THE SEASON IS HIM ALONE, ON THE WATER, HAND SPLAYED UP ABOVE HIM.

EVERYONE BE QUIET. NO ONE TALK TO ME RIGHT NOW. I’M HAVING AN EMOTION.

he’s a fictional character to you, i know him personally

A quite autumn morning, golden and silent.

They wish it would last forever.

The universe said no

But as stubborn as they are

They met in every lifetime every universe

Just for another quite morning beside each other.

— august, tathève simonyan

[text ID: promises made by june / had rotten / by the time august came. / i’ve mistaken silence with nothingness / and unlearning it asks for courage / i know not how to muster. / this half-empty glass of orange juice, / ever-present on its throne of dust, / on this wooden table, / holds more promise than i ever will. / i, a personified you, for this is not a wall but a mirror / [personified] / i, i mean you, i mean [redacted] / you eat the sun and with your burnt tongue / try to sing songs / not about pain. / don’t you? / in july / [i] you tried to stretch the rare / moments of happiness but our feet / always seemed to stay out of the / blanket / uncovered. / how do i love something without / fully succumbing to it? / you thought you had to die for you to live, didn’t you? / you thought there’s always a spring after a winter / you didn’t think that / this vivaldian symphony hadn’t been written for bodies like ours, . did you? / in july / you didn’t know that loneliness is a crowded town / yet /  it’s always been bestowed upon you / to lock the gates / and turn off the lights / every night, / did you? / june made promises it knew it couldn’t keep. / but i shall be wiser / in august.]

Robert Wood Lynn, "About the Phones", Mothman Apologia

so i just kinda realized (now, after all these years) the scene where draco is supposed to kill dumbledore and snape is like pushes him away, dumbledore says a weak "please"! i just realised it was a permission, a permission for snape to go ahead and do the deed!

FUCK-!

"You make Stede happy"

<33

I’m not an expert on hands but drawing mittens and awkward pentagons help me draw hands… Also, having a mirror/table mirror on your desk and taking pictures of your hands with your phone really helps a lot too!