He shook hands with Margaret. He knew it was the first time their hands had met, though she was perfectly unconscious of the fact.
I went to a wedding today, and then got ready to hang after the reception. I felt pretty bangin’.
Winston was fearless for his first vet exam
I couldn’t have asked for a better sister.
That’s why we can go.
How to Love a Rebel Mage — Anders/unspecified
one. Get used to feeling ribs when you hug him. Hipbones. Collarbones. Elbows. The robes hide it well, but he’s thin—Maker, he is thin.
two. Read his manifesto when he asks you to. Ask to read his manifesto even when he doesn’t ask you first. Keep a copy of it by the bed. That manifesto is everything he is and every place he’s been, and the pages are stained with his sweat and tears and bitter memories.
three. Yes, the feathered pauldrons are important.
four. Touch him softly. Kiss him hard. He has had enough harsh touches (and the bruises that they caused, that the high-necked Circle robes always hid so well) to last a lifetime. But he needs something to ground him, to remind him that you’re real, that you’re still here. That he’s still here.
five. When he looks at you with eyes filled with defeat and unshed tears, and says with a shaky voice, “I’m afraid,” thread your fingers in his hair and hiss, “I love you. And no bastard in a skirt can ever take that away.”
"No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world."
Robin Williams ( July 21st 1951 - August 11th 2014)