Limp - Newmas High School!AU

Limp - Newmas High School!AU

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Thomas had never really noticed it, but the senior with the limp was kinda cute. He seemed dark, almost brooding - but it was a different kind of dark. The happy kind. The kind that would stay up all night and watch movies with you or drive you out at 12 AM to go watch the stars. The kind that would go to all your sporting events and cheer you on like a soccer mom. The kind that would make you listen to their pop-punk music and make you pretend you liked it. And Thomas was really, really feeling that. ((or. The one where Jock!Thomas starts falling for Punk!Newt on accident))
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Former Title: Fault Beneath the Stars Stray Boys Series #1 | 🍉 They told me I wasn't in the Book. That in the grand design of the Divine, there was no ink wasted on people like me. It is hard to live as a gay man in a society that is blind, or worse, a society that chooses blindness in the name of faith. They preach love while teaching us to hate ourselves. Because of them, your skin burns even while you are still far from hell. To be gay is to be mocked, bruised, prayed over like a disease, and treated as something less than human. They hurt us for one simple reason: we are not written in their "Holy Book" the way they are. We were never named. Never claimed. Not even spared a footnote. And perhaps that is why it is so easy for them to erase us. I grew up in a house heavy with rosaries and sacred texts, a home that echoed with novenas every Thursday morning. I learned early how to kneel, how to bow my head, and -- most of all -- how to hide. I buried my truth so deep that even I forgot what it sounded like to speak it aloud. It is hard to be gay. Harder when you fall in love with someone just like you. "That's wrong." "That's a sin." "You're going to hell." They say it like a prayer. But can they really blame me? Because in that so-called "sin," I finally found myself. In that love they condemn, I learned how to breathe without fear. With him, my wings grew where shame once lived. With him, my skin finally stopped burning. Book Cover By: Souriah Arts

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