Insomniac. Feminist. Cynic. Sex Educator. Writer. Master of Gender Studies. Fat blond person. 32. Nonbinary queer person. They/them pronouns. Apparently bionic! Expert at many things, like procrastination and crying! Writer of many fanfictions, including The Desperate Type. Happy to be here, I swear.
If you ask me inappropriate personal questions I'll bark at you like a dog!
Evan Hansen has been trying to get himself together. He wants to prove to himself that he can be self sufficient and not crushingly mentally ill. He packs up and moves to New York City, prepared for a city that is every bit as cynical as he is.
But then, there’s a gorgeous guy on Evan’s train. Connor, with his vintage new wave charm and his devastating smile. At first Evan dismisses it as just a fleeting infatuation, one of those public transit daydreams. He’s fallen in love with plenty of strangers for a few moments before. This is nothing.
Until, of course, it isn’t. As they get to know one another, Evan becomes the sort of person who looks forward to his commute because of his subway crush. So, naturally there’s a snag: Connor isn’t someone with a vintage sense of style. He’s literally vintage. Unstuck in time and trapped on the subway.
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Inspired by One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston. Title from “Just Like Heaven” by The Cure.
talked to a friend of mine in his early 40s about how he had no lgbt characters on tv as a kid and sat there thinking about how when I was 13 in the late 00s the sole queer character with layers and their own story available on television for me was glee’s kurt hummel
Yesterday I had to explain to a 16 year old cousin that Internet Main Character Olivia Wilde was, at one point, an award-winning representation of bisexuality in media
i am a firm supporter of changing your name to whatever it you want regardless of your gender. if a woman wants to go by matt then matt she shall be. godspeed