To celebrate this year, I asked for my instagram followers to give me 6 lgbt+ characters to make fan art of. I got a lot to choose from and I chose not to repeat the same characters that I did last year.
1st batch:
Angel (Pose), Vanya Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy), David Rose (Schitt’s Creek), Jamie (The Haunting of Bly Manor), Jesper (Shadow and Bone), and Garnet (Steven Universe)
2nd batch:
Lady Hideko (The Handmaiden), Hedwig (Hedwig and the Angry Inch), Sarawat (2gether Series), Loki (Marvel), Ma Hyun Yi (Itaewon Class), and Anne Lister (Gentleman Jack)
i remember this vividly, im walking down the street with my old driver and we go to a restaurant nearby my house and we manage to get into the VIP tables. we see kathryn bernardo and daniel padilla being lovely dovey; thats cute i love kathniel. all of the sudden, im not with my driver, but im with my best friend and we’re sitting down on one of the tables and then i hear it. i hear win metawin’s voice laughing with bright vachirawit’s. i turn around i see them and their crew, sitting next to us, and i screech to my best friend “HOLY SHIT ITS WIN AND BRIGHT”. they hear me, of course they do, they’re right beside me, and they turn to face me and smile. i cry. im actually crying, and they come to sit on our table, and suddenly im stoic. i dont want to weird them out because im an uncontrollable fan. so you know what i do? i start talking fast and praising their acting skills and telling them how much i love their delivery of lines, especially to win.
Thinking about the rooftop scene, because ofcourse I am-
The guy you’ve grown up with, and liked since high school, the one person who’s a constant in your life, your next door neighbour, your enemy, your rival, your secret friend, your ally, your crush.
He’s looking at you with so much relief, smiling, shining, revelling in the moment that he can finally hold you. And you, you stay in the warmth a second longer, but not so long that you burn away. You look into his eyes, find love and longing. You look into your heart, find love and fear. You look at him again, behind a veil of blurry tears and a ripping heart, and he’s beautiful and stupid and kind. You love him, always have. You fear the consequences, always have. And so you hold back your feelings in the fist of a choked back sob, bleed your heart dry just so you can look at him a little longer. And then, then you walk away.
