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girl help i am running out of concepts for my escapist imaginary scenarios

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is jake gyllenhaal gay??

why would you ask us, a narnia blog, this

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viewing queer identities as “this is the label that makes me happy and feels most accurate now” rather than “this is who I am, was, and always will be” will definitely take the pressure off, friends. changing your mind is proof that you have one.

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Self-acceptance, letting go.

You know, I feel I need to share something, even if no one reads, I just need to get it off my chest and release it. TW for Biphobia.

I am 27 and this year have realised I am bisexual/pansexual. My whole life I have felt such confusion and denial over my sexuality. When I was younger I didn’t even know how to recognise my sexuality at all. I hadn’t even really given a meaning or word to my inner most feelings. I didn’t even date anyone in my teens or 20′s, so have never explored my sexuality really.

When I was 21 I worked with a girl who came out to me as a lesbian. We became pretty good work friends and I spent a lot of time counselling and encouraging her through her relationship problems with her long-distance girlfriend. At the time I just really wanted to help her and make sure she knew I supported her. 

I guess she was the first out queer friend that I had ever had (all my high school friends were cis straight slightly homophobic girls), so I had never had anyone I could even think of asking advice from. So, I had started to consider the idea of opening up to her about my sexuality. 

Then one day, we were discussing a show called Sense8 where some of the characters are pansexual/bisexual and she started telling me about how she would never date a bisexual girl. How they always cheat and a bunch of other biphobic stuff. The worst part is I could tell she didn’t mean for it to be hateful. She was just talking about a bad experience with an ex and how she hated that after they broke up the girl dated a guy and you know same old biphbic stuff like how they are cheaters etc, and that basically she would never date a Bi girl again.

That one single conversation, that one conversation, it literally set me back 6 years in my self-acceptance. Hearing that from the only queer person I had ever really knew, from someone I had given so much time and energy to, who I genuinely cared about and wanted to be happy.. I don’t think I even really registered at the time how harmful it really was to me and my self-acceptance. 

What’s crazy is I carried on being her friend after that, and continued to encourage her through her relationship issues, and eventually she moved away to live with her girlfriend. But even long after we lost touch, I never stopped thinking about that moment and that hurt has stayed with me all this time. Because of that one conversation, I really convinced myself I couldn’t be Bi, because there isn’t a place for me. Not with my friends/family and certainly not in the queer community. 

I am 6 years wiser now, and working very hard to let go of shame and work on self-acceptance. I want to heal from that experience and I think the first step is voicing it and letting it go, and forgiving her for the hurt she caused me. I have recently come out to a few family members and felt such a release from that. I hope that in letting this experience go, I will open myself up to more healing, self acceptance and hopefully to finding the confidence to meet people in the community that I identify with.

If anyone took the time to read this and happens to have any advice, if you can relate or have something you would like to share, please don’t hesitate to reach out/add to the conversation, (but obviously no biphobia will be tolerated thank you).

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I was today years old when I learned that when you type "otp: true" in AO3 search results it filters out fics with additional ships, leaving only the fics where your otp is the main ship

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Source

Want more info? Here ya go: 

This Biology Teacher Disproved Transphobia With Science 

ALSO:

Sex redefined

“The idea of two sexes is simplistic. Biologists now think there is a wider spectrum than that.”

More on anti-trans arguments as bad science

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why don't you go read a 20k friends to lovers slowburn and maybe you'll calm down

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klaus + eye makeup

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the most unrealistic fanfic trope, imo, is the one where one half of the pair works in some sort of shop and one is a customer bc I have literally never thought about a customer with anything other than contempt

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1.7% of people are intersex, 2% have green eyes, and 1.5 percent are redheads, but yeah red is a natural hair color, green is a natural eye color, and being intersex is a 'deformity'. Keep pretending gender isn't a social construct

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Take this with you

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Peter stands twenty feet away. Stiles had made sure to put distance between himself and the summoning circle that ripped the former Alpha away from Lydia. 

Peter’s eyes slip over Stiles and take in the scenery. When no one suddenly appears in the woods behind the Hale house, Peter’s eyes zero back in on Stiles.

“You,” Peter says.

“Me,” Stiles agrees. “And no, I’m not the bait. This isn’t Derek pulling his dramatic entrance stunt.”

Stepping out of the candle wax circle, Peter starts walking slowly in a curved path. Stiles matches him in the opposite direction, keeping them in a locked twenty-foot diameter as they circle each other.

“You’re supposed to be at a calculus study group.”

Stiles grins. “Physics, actually. Which you should know, seeing as I’ve been bugging Lydia about it every day.”

“You learn how to block out your inane chatter after awhile. I thought your cleverness came at the cost of teenage hormones.” Peter stops, standing where Stiles had started their meeting. He cocks his head and says, “I’ve been played.”

Stiles copies Peter and stops walking to stand in the wax circle. The ash of a rowan tree under the wax wasn’t just for bringing Peter to him. Stiles blinks and a small fire surrounds him before fading. The gate back to Lydia is severed. 

Rolling up his flannel sleeves, Stiles exposes the tattoos snaking up his arms. Those had been a bitch to get, done during several the “study groups” he told Lydia about. With a few hours of Facebook stalking, Stiles managed to hook up a girl from a high school two towns over with Beacon Hills’ weed dealer in exchange for the girl practicing her illegal tattoo work on Stiles. She didn’t even mind that he passed out from the needle every time.

Peter’s eyes land on the Hale triskelion near Stiles’ inner elbow.

“That one was for fun,” Stiles says. “Also, it plays a fun hot-and-cold game for Where’s the Alpha?”

“I assume that’s still my nephew,” Peter says, “unless you’ve managed to hide his death from me.”

“Nope,” Stiles pops the p. “Derek’s still alive and Biting emotionally unstable teens.”

Peter snorts softly. The setting sun streams orange-pink beams of light through the trees, piercing through Peter’s transparent form. “Have you figured out what’s wrong with Failure Number Two? Your redhead is rather upset about him. I thought I’d made a mistake with your idiot friend but nephew really knocked it out of the park with that boy.”

“Baseball reference. I thought you were more of a basketball jock.”

“Stalking me in old yearbooks? How touching.”

“More like breaking into the vault under the school and spending quality time with your old notebooks.”

Peter’s playful act vanishes. Stiles wonders about the mechanics of a ghost body–it looks like Peter’s grinding his teeth. “You’re a Spark.”

“What, you didn’t recognize your design?” Stiles rubs his thumb over his left bicep. The tattoo lines are shaky but it’s still clearly a fox with a noose on its neck. “I just had to read the inane chatter of your basketball career and think ‘this is horseshit’. Turns out you were hiding a lot of sensitive information in your diaries. Deaton would be scandalized.”

“And how exactly did you come across the vault?”

“Dude, how did I become freaking Harry Potter in three weeks? Things got boring when you died and bored Stiles is a dangerous Stiles. It took me two days to figure out you were attached to Lydia. Failure Number Two is a Kanima, by the way. Big lizard, paralyzing venom. Fun stuff.”

Peter doesn’t respond. Stiles knows he’s grinning too much to be intimidating but this is his first enemy(ish) show-down. He’s got all the time to cultivate his villain persona. For now, truth bombs and the element of surprise works.

“I should have Bitten you,” Peter says eventually. 

Stiles can’t help but be a little flattered. He rocks on his heels and cheerfully says, “Hindsight’s twenty-twenty.”

“Yes.” Peter’s cold demeanor shifts into something like amusement. Stiles can’t tell if it’s genuine or not. “You haven’t cast me out.”

“You wrote how to zombie yourself and nothing on how to stop the process. Figuring out how to detach you from Lydia took a lot of piecing together sketchy websites. When I break a line in the wax you’ll disappear and be paused. Like being put to sleep but still being between the plane of living and death.”

“You could have waited for worm moon to kill me.”

Stiles shrugs. “Yeah, but you’re kinda traumatizing Lydia. Plus, the whole Gerard thing and Derek’s Betas is getting really annoying. Best to just move you off the board.”

Peter crosses his arms. He’s wearing a white v-neck shirt and dark blue jeans. His feet are bare and his hair’s cropped shorter on the sides. It’s not how he looked when he died. Stiles has to admit, he’s a fan of this simpler look. The formerly insane man feels less sleazy, softer but still with an edge.

“You’re sort of cool in your notebooks.”

“Careful, clever one. You might fall in love with me and bring me back.”

“Sucks for you if I do,” Stiles says. “I might wake ghost-you up sometimes if I need help. If I fall in love with you I’ll just keep you frozen for years until I’m too powerful for you to kill once I bring you back to life.”

“Well, then. You should know I’m horrible in bed and snore very loudly.”

“Nice try, Peter. Have sweet dreams, don’t let the ghosty bugs bite.” Stiles breaks the wax circle. 

His triskelion tattoo starts tingling warm. That’s Stiles’ cue to leave. Derek’s about as fond of Stiles right now as Lydia is. Hopefully, that will change now that he can drop the lovesick act and tell her the wonders of Banshees. 

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Shoutout to my therapist she tries so hard to keep up with me. I explained the concept of spell slots vs cantrips as a disability metaphor to her and she took notes. On a pad of paper. About the spellcasting mechanics of dungeons and dragons.