“Yes,” I say, simply. James and I put each other through the kind of reckless passions Gwendolyn once talked about, joy and anger and desire and despair. After all that, was it really so strange? I am no longer baffled or amazed or embarrassed by it. “Yes, I was.” It’s not the whole truth. The whole truth is, I’m in love with him still.
Emily: I knew you had a secret. But when you were little you were so carefree. But these last few years more and more it’s almost like I can feel you holding your breath. I wanted to ask you about it, but I didn’t want to pry. Maybe I made a mistake.
Simon: No. No mom, you didn’t make a mistake.
Emily: Being gay is your thing. There are parts of it you have to go through alone. I hate that. As soon as you came out you said, “Mom, I’m still me.” I need you to hear this: You are still you, Simon. You are still the same son who I love to tease and who your father depends on for just about everything. And your the same brother who always compliments his sister on her food, even when it sucks. You get to exhale now, Simon. You get to be more you than you have been in, in a very long time. You deserve everything you want.
The Fantastic Beasts Hair And Costume Departments: ah yes, clearly this is a man who keeps conventionally trimmed hair and beard and wears sensible grays
I was married to a man once. Rotten fuck.. raised his hands at me, burned me, shared me with his men. I didn’t know any different, didn’t know I could do anything about it. Even if I had, I wouldn’t have thought I had it in me. One day, we were in a tavern. He was hurting me. And a man saw it. And he walked over.. and he slit his throat. That was Jack. I was 13. I always thought he saved me from something. Always been so fucking grateful. Now I wonder.. maybe Jack took me from something I was supposed to figure my own way out of. Maybe he took away the chance to get strong enough to save myself. To grow up. Instead, I went with him, did what he did, did what the others did. Thought I’d become one of them. If I’m not what I was when I was born, and I ain’t what I’ve become instead.. what the fuck am I?
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