being trans is an adventure in the sense that you gain skills you never knew you had and you change yourself to be more powerful than you’ve ever been and you forge unbreakable friendships along the way through the fires of common experience and love, and also it’s an adventure in the sense that random people are encouraged to attack you with little to no justification
badass mermaid gangs who demand a stop to ocean pollution and warn ships about imminent storms
faeries of the forest jamming out to heavy metal in the dead of night and sighing because there are literally no band shirts in their size
wizards that travel with play groups and do the special effects
friendly people reading ghosts’ favorite books aloud to them since they can’t always affect the living world when they want to
dragons that allow little children ride on their backs and roast marshmallows for them if they ask politely
immortal elves obsessed with medical science because human lives are already too short
says the only real gay guy in the room
Thank you so much! As a bonus, imagine Cecil hugging Carlos very carefully after the events of One Year later, because after all Carlos was badly injured, and then being almost crushed by an unexpected but very welcome bear hug from Carlos.
"Carlos?" His straight white teeth are no where to be seen. Carlos is little more then a dark figure in bloodstained flannel on the hood of his car - even his hair is gone, hidden under a swath of bandages Cecil assumes comes from a scrape on his head. He hopes so, at any rate. "Is there anything science related we need to test? Is that why you called?"
Carlos blinks once and shakes his head. Carlos looks down to his hands. They tremble, and from the quick glance of Carlos to Cecil, Cecil knows that Carlos knows he sees it too. “No,” Carlos says. “After tonight, I just… I just wanted to see you, Cecil.”
Oh. Cecil tries to squirrel away those words to pour over later, to squeak, to soothe the hurt in his soul, but his memory flags. The night hurts him as it did Carlos and that trophy digs deep into his palms.
"Oh. Uhm…" And Cecil is by the car, against Carlos’ knees. No lavender chewing gum scent today, only the dark metallic night and a heavy stink of fear. Cecil opens his arms, awkward tension shuddering in his belly. "Uhm, uh, may I—"
Carlos uses lavender shampoo, perhaps body lotion. Cecil knows this from the heavy weight of the scientist against his chest and thick strong arms that clutch tight around his shoulders. Cecils nose is suddenly against Carlos’ dark temple. They are so close he sees that Carlos has freckles on his ear lobe. Cecil smells lavender - the flower, the scientist, not the gum - and leans against Carlos as much as he dares. Wounds, he remembers somewhere in the back of his mind as he hugs Carlos back so very, very gently.
"I just wanted to see you." says the shaking man in Cecils arms with his mouth hot against Cecils vest shoulder and Cecil is positive Carlos is able to hear the pound of Cecils hearts. Carlos says the words in a thick and aching tone, so sad and desperate. He speaks of science and innocence and does not release Cecil from their hug.
Oh, thinks Cecil. He rubs Carlos’ back and Carlos squeezes him, though he keeps talking. He thinks then: I am not going to remember this for the air, am I?
He doesn’t remember the exactness of the moment. Later, he lies on air about how the car happens. Their hug is just for them. The listeners of Night Vale never need to know of Carlos’ body lotion, how he shakes after near death, or how when he needs comfort, he hugs and does so so fiercely that even his attempt at stoicism melts away.
Cecil is okay with that.
You…you wrote something for it. Something beautiful, gorgeous and made me smile there there was no tomorrow. Aah!
“you only started liking it cause everyone else did”
everyone was talking about it
i got curious
i watched it
and i liked it
how is that a bad thing
What a total shithead
Being a fan of Supernatural is so frustrating because you can’t outwardly show you’re a fan because people are like “why is there a pentagram on your shirt do you worship satan”