“Oh, no,” Richard protested, surprised. “I like girls very much.”

“Richard,” drawled Alec, whose left leg was beginning to cramp, “you’re breaking my heart.”

“But you like him better.”

“Well, yes, I do.”

“Jealous?” Alec snarled sweetly. “Please die and go away. I’m going to have the world’s worst hangover if I don’t get back to sleep soon.”

The Swordsman Whose Name Was Not Death – Ellen Kushner (via falsifications)

@rockemsockemrocket look what you have to look forward to in our read-alouds 😀

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This is the dawning of the age of looking aggressively cute, getting paid for public speaking, gouging out nazis’ eyes with my thumbs, and bending spacetime using a combination of radical trans love and gluing rhinestones to stuff.