I’m in love with Himmel.
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I’m in love with Himmel.
Let’s not forget the og heartbreaker
Earlier today I showed my wife a compilation of vintage lesbian photos that I reblogged (they’re here if you want to see). She pointed out her favorite, and I said this one was mine. And she laughed and said “Of course. You’ve always identified with the princely type.” And (as usual), she was exactly right. I want to be a princely type. When I was a kid, I remember my parents laughing at me when I asked why I couldn’t wear a suit to my sister’s wedding. Dresses were... fine. But I wanted to wear a suit. Specifically, I wanted a suit with tails, like the prince in Cinderella. I wanted to feel strong and protective. For years, I’ve associated dresses with necessary torture. When you’re going to an interview, when you’re going to a funeral, when you’re going anywhere where you have to be anyone, you wear a dress. Otherwise, you would look, as my father used to say, “like someone had thrown you away.” In my first job, when I had to help with an awards event, my boss asked me if I even owned any dresses. “Dress like you’re going to church,” she said, looking disdainfully at my definitely not-church clothes. Dresses are the necessary formality, and suits are for boys. I’m 27 now, and I know better. I’ve known for years. I know there’s so many women and woman-aligned NBs who slip into suits and ties like a second skin. And the fact that I haven’t yet, that I don’t yet have a suit and have no idea how to begin, makes me feel like I never will, or it’s not meant for me. But here’s a princely type, in an old photo, just existing. And it gives me hope. Maybe I can be a princely type too.
Tamaki Suoh is a second-year student at Ouran Academy and the founder and president of the Host Club. Flamboyant and narcissistic, he is dedicated to his duties as a host. He entertains customers with upper-class etiquette and shameless flattery. Tamaki is partial to classic piano music and plays exceedingly well. He refers to his club as his "family", with himself as the father figure. He is the “princely” type.
If I owned you for twenty four hours it wouldn't matter. I own you all the time, Nova. I am almighty.
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