Emmy Rossum getting lunch in Beverly Hills (July 7, 2014)

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hedlunds:

Tumblr User Hedlunds List of Devastating (but Amazing) Gay Fiction:

Call Me By Your Name by Andrew Aciman

Probably hands down my favorite gay fiction novel. Andre Aciman’s language is beautiful, and the build of this novel is exquisite. It’s a love story but also poses a few philosophical questions about love. Fun fact: the author is a straight man, thus proving that the constructs of love aren’t gender specific, and a person can write about these things in a holistic and emotional way.

“And on that evening when we grow older still we’ll speak about these two young men as though they were two strangers we met on the train and whom we admire and want to help along. And we’ll want to call it envy, because to call it regret would break our hearts.”

Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin

James Baldwin is a fantastic man, writer, and activist. A gay black man who had to deal with intersecting identities during a time when none of his identities were really socially acceptable or respected. Giovanni’s Room is an emotional novel about youth and love. The main character is a bisexual boy from America living in France, and his being faced with the realities of loving someone else. Wonderfully crafted and very poetic.

“Perhaps everybody has a garden of Eden, I don’t know; but they have scarcely seen their garden before they see the flaming sword. Then, perhaps, life only offers the choice of remembering the garden or forgetting it. Either, or: it takes strength to remember, it takes another kind of strength to forget, it takes a hero to do both.”

Dream Boy by Jim Grimsley

Possibly one of the most emotionally wrecking books I’ve read. This book just feels heavy. It’s thick with dramatic tension and just the weight of the story. It will make you angry and sad at the same time. It will make you have butterflies in your stomach. I couldn’t find any quotes online for it, unfortunately. It does have a movie adaption as well.

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

This book ruined me, even though I knew the ending was coming. It’s essentially a fictional retelling of the Illiad, except through the perspective of Patroclus, and how he met Achilles, and how their bond formed. A really great novel, and a fairly easy read. I finished it in just under two days.

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

Clay’s Way by Blair Mastbaum

I like to describe this book as the gay Catcher in the Rye, because the protag’s voice is very much like Holden’s. It takes place in Hawaii, and it centers around Sam, a skateboarder wannabe punk who becomes infatuated with Clay, a surfer. It’s a roller coaster, and you want to both punch and hug Same throughout the book.

“A sub-division’s predictable patterns, rigid lines, and ordered structure might feel calming. Normally, they feel segregating and stifling, but for once, I’m scared of this infinite disorder and I’m afraid I might get lost in this place where anything is possible.”

A Boy’s Own Story by Edmund White

This is the first in a series of autobiographical novels by White, and I’ve read them all. It’s about White growing up a homosexual in the early 40s and 50s, and this one, focuses on him as a child and a teenager. It’s a really interesting and honest look at the life of gay men during that time, and the secrets they had to keep.

“For the real movements of a life are gradual, then sudden; they resist becoming anecdotes, they pulse like quasars from long-dead stars to reach the vivid planet of the present, they drift like fog over the ship until the spread sails are merely panels of gray in grayer air and surround becomes object, as in those perceptual tests where figure and ground reverse, the kissing couple in profile turn into the outlines of the mortuary urn that holds their own ashes. Time wears down resolve—then suddenly violence, something irrevocable flashes out of nowhere, there are thrashing fins and roiled, blood-streaked water, death floats up on its side, eyes bulging.”

Dancer from the Dance by Andrew Holleran

In the same vein as a Boy’s Own Story, it’s a look into gay life in New York City during the 70s, I believe. It’s full of very colorful characters, and gets quite campy now and then. It’s a really interesting book, and again, a peak into a history that isn’t talked about a lot.

“The greatest drug of all, my dear, was not one of those pills in so many colors that you took over the years, was not the opium, the hash you smoked in houses at the beach, or the speed or smack you shot up in Sutherland’s apartment, no, it wasn’t any of these. It was the city, darling, it was the city, the city itself. And do you see why I had to leave? As Santayana said, dear, artists are unhappy because they are not interested in happiness; they live for beauty. God, was that steaming, loathsome city beautiful!!! And why finally no human lover was possible, because I was in love with all men, with the city itself.”

The City and the Pillar by Gore Vidal

Vidal’s only book that deals with homosexuality, I believe. Back when he wrote it, his publisher refused to publish it because of its content. It’s a very interesting story. If you know anything about Gore Vidal, you know that he’s a very proud and smug man, and that kind of edge come off in this book really well. It’s essentially the story of a man trying to find another man from his childhood who he had been in love with…and well the bumps that go along the way. The ending could possibly be triggering, however.

“We affect one another quite enough merely by existing. Whenever the stars cross, or is it comets? fragments pass briefly from one orbit to another. On rare occasions there is total collision, but most often the two simply continue without incident, neither losing more than a particle to the other, in passing.”

At Swim, Two Boys by Jim O’Neill

This is a fairly popular title. It’s on a lot of gay fiction lists. It’s a historical kind of novel taking place in Ireland during a shifting time. It’s also pretty long. Took me about a month and a half to finish. A really really emotionally gripping book, and like…you’ll probably cry on the first chapter.

“In the weeks we’d been thrown together that summer, our lives had scarcely touched, but we had crossed to the other bank, where time stops and heaven reaches down to earth and gives us that ration of what is from birth divinely ours. We looked the other way. We spoke of everything but. But we’ve always known, and not saying anything now confirmed it all the more. We had found the stars, you and I. And this is given once only.”

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Zayn leaving Chiltern Firehouse in London. 7/31

Zayn leaving Chiltern Firehouse in London. 7/31

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"August 1st, 2014."

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bruinsstrong:

This story keeps on getting better and better

bruinsstrong:

This story keeps on getting better and better

bunchesopunches:

Yeah if you haven’t seen “Kung Fu Hustle”, stop whatever you’re doing and go watch that shit.

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We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We say to girls - you can have ambition, but not too much. You should aim to be successful, but not too successful.

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Landscapes, 2014 | by Anthony Samaniego
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my hand slipped

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"on my planet, we have a legend about people like you. it’s called footloose. and in it, a great hero, named kevin bacon, teaches an entire city full of people with sticks up their butts that, dancing, well, is the greatest thing there is."

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Anonymous asked: fic prompt: sterek childhood friends

devildoll:

Oh my God, anon, I am so sorry. I finished this weeks ago (months? I know it was well before my surgery) and forgot to post it. I hope you’re still in the fandom!

Little Dumplings

(Contains: Bullying. Physical altercations. Mention of panic attacks. Little kids being dicks to each other, as they do.)

Stiles loved school, okay? Jackson insisted it wasn’t real school, but Stiles knew better. School was where you went during the day while your parents were at work, and teachers gave you things to do, and you learned stuff, and you made pictures to hang on the refrigerator at home. Stiles definitely went to school.

Jackson was probably just being annoying on purpose anyway, because it was called Little Dumplings Pre-School. It was right there in the name.

And Stiles looked forward to going there every day, because there was always lots of fun stuff to do, and a playground with a swingset and a sandbox, and Miss Blake didn’t get mad at him when he got the fidgets. And he got to spend all day with Scott.

Scott was Stiles’ best friend at school, and also his best friend outside of school, because their parents were friends, too. Scott and Stiles had sleepovers and everything, even though they were only four years old. No one else in their class had had a sleepover yet. Stiles liked to brag about it.

Even if they weren’t mature enough for sleepovers yet, everyone else in class had a best friend, too. Jackson had Danny, Lydia had Allison. Boyd and Erica and Isaac were all best friends together, which was unconventional, but who was Stiles to judge.

They spent their days playing games Miss Blake taught them, and taking naps on their squishy mats, and learning how to write their names and how to count things. Sometimes they argued over toys until Miss Blake reminded them they had to share, and sometimes someone (Jackson) cried over who got a bigger cookie at snack time, but for the most part, they all got along. It was very peaceful and fun.

Until Derek Hale showed up.

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