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X-Men: The Animated Series - Graduation Day

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i.  he says “i’m leaving”
the same way he says 
"i love you".
you tell yourself
they mean the same thing.

ii.  he leaves bruises on your heart
and refuses to apologize 
for the way your chest aches
with each intake of breath. 

iii.  he says in war he was raised
and in war he will die.
(he never says your arms 
are the only peace he has ever known).

iv.  you’ve been here before.
you’ve said this 
a thousand different times,
in a thousand different ways.
by now
you both know how to turn consonants and vowels
into daggers.
but no matter how many times
you cut each other open
and pour yourselves out 
it always ends the same -
with blood stained confessions -
and you no longer know
whose mouth 
is less bloody.

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guess what movies i’ve never seen and desparately want to waaaaaaatch

nik!!!!! oh my gosh, do you wanna watch them with me?!  because that would be so fun and exciting ahhhh!!!!

that one time in wolverine and the x men when xavier went missing and the x men literally found him in magneto’s bed  

tfw you hear .03 seconds of the lotr soundtrack and are suddenly struck with an overwhelming urge to marathon the films 


Less queer baiting more queer dating


You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting—
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

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first. he touches you and you light on fire. your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. the burns don’t show, but it’s hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. it’s so hard to breathe. you’re suffocating daily.

second. it hurts to watch him. he shines. he’s brighter than the sun, he’s too beautiful for your eyes. it’s hard to look at him. it’s even harder to look away from him. you’re going blind.

third. your ears are tuned to his voice. you could pick him out in a sea of thousands. his voice makes pretty singers who sing pretty songs sound dull. his voice makes everything else sound ugly.

fourth. the color of his eyes is blue enough to drown in. he is turning you into a clichéd love-wrecked being. you’re drowning, always sinking. down, down, down.

fifth. you know him. you love him. through a thousand lifetimes, across millions of stars, you’d find him, you’d never leave him. you love him, till death do you part.

( sixth. he loves you, too. )

You can’t control your career as an actor. If you could strategize your way to the top, then everybody would be successful and playing the leads in movies where they’re commanding millions of dollars. And they’re not. You can’t. There are better actors than me who are struggling, and there are worse actors than me who are coining it in. Luckily for me, the work has just kept coming. If a director doesn’t want me, that’s their fucking loss.