#A WHOLE one

[nymexyl]

Getting ready to zap everyone with my spooky birthday powers tomorrow:3

[hushed-chorus]

Hey folks! Thank you @wellbelesbian for the tag and to everyone who tagged me over the past week!

Tomorrow it will officially be a year since I posted the first chapter of my first fic, Accidents Happen. I’ve said this before but I cannot emphasise how terrified I was throughout posting (I hadn’t shared my story-writing since I was 15 and had some baggage). Now I have broken through that wall and I’m writing more than ever.

Thank you everyone who read that fic, from the bottom of my heart, and thank you everyone who welcomed me into the Simon Snow fandom. Your encouragement is why I’m still here, one year later, with a renewed love for writing and a little circle of treasured friends <3

Here’s a snippet from an upcoming chapter of For All Intents and Purposes. @erzbethluna and I are hoping to have chp 3 out soon!

This is not my first time at an American airport, but the experience is a little different when you’re doing it as the federal government intended. Last time, we’d walked straight past the fingerprint and facial recognition systems. This time, we’re travelling under our real names, with passports, and going through every check. Simon and I join the Normals in handing over our biometric data. “What next? Samples of our blood and saliva?” I grumble as I regard the machine. This whole thing makes me uncomfortable. Could these systems detect any oddity in me? Perhaps my low body temperature? Oh Crowley, will it even read my fingertips? “Baz,” Simon hisses from his machine. A security guard is regarding me, a short man with a severe brow that partners badly with his otherwise round and babyish face. Simon’s eyes stay locked on his screen, but there’s a fierceness in his stance. Drawing attention to us was precisely the opposite of what I had in mind. According to my research (films and television), you are, at any time, one badly-placed comment or unfortunate circumstance away from a nightmarish encounter with airport security. And Simon is a walking nightmare of a man, filled with the desire to hoard and brimming with fire that can be spat should I be even slightly inconvenienced. Two days ago a van ran a red light at a pedestrian crossing (one we were about to cross), resulting in Simon leaving a melted blotch in the road. Before anyone could pull out their phones, I cast we didn’t start the fire and dragged him away.

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[goldensunset]

you! tumblr user!

[swan2swan]

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[spooksier]

passages that make you whisper "oh my god"

[hotcinnamonsunset]

The Tiger (from the poem by Nael, age 6)🐅

[hinamie]

trick or treat!

[skipar00]

fuck it I was persuaded to post

New Orleans Miku

[haroldhighballjordan]

sometimes I randomly think about the time a girl posted in this girls only Facebook group I’m in telling everyone how she broke up with her boyfriend and he lied saying that he lost the spare key she gave him, only to then break into her apartment when she wasn’t home and steal the cat they’d adopted while they were together, but then he denied having done this and she didn’t really have proof that he took the cat since he wouldn’t let her come into his place and look for it. And then another girl saw this post and knew her ex-boyfriend, and she was like “girl. I used to hook up with your mans back in xxxx and I still have his number. If you want, I’ll hit him up and get him to invite me back to his place and see if your cat’s there.” And the OP was like “bet.”

So this woman hit up homie dog, asked him out for drinks, went home with him, slept with him, and then woke up in the middle of the night and TOOK THE CAT. Like she had only said that she would confirm if the cat was there but then she took it upon herself to steal this woman’s cat back. Like she full on Trojan horsed this man and then hit up homegirl like “I got the goods. Where you wanna meet.” And then the two of them posted a photo of them together with the cat to the group.

And I just think women supporting women is so beautiful.

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[anti-anticheese]

AUBREY PLAZA and PATTI LUPONE on Hot Ones Versus

[ogeneraloito]

some more deleted scenes of them. "look who is back! my old partner!"

then bill just... holding ford in order to calm down damn pack it up buddy

also i know people talk a lot about obsession on bills part but ford was also obsessed OBSESSED alright

[bananonbinary]

for ages i thought i didnt like drag because of internalized homophobia but it turned out i just don't like bright lights and loud music and really visually complicated things

spd is homophobic i guess is what im saying

[angelsdean]

me whenever i see /pos and /hj: why are you calling me a piece of shit and what do handjobs have to do with any of this :/

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[fandomsandfeminism]

Yall wanna hear a kinda funny, kinda sad story about my grandmother and hetero-normativity?

Ok, so... when my grandmother was in her 50s (I was an infant), she met a woman at the Unitarian Church. And, as can happen when you meet your soul mate, this event made it impossible for her to deny parts of herself that she had fiercely hidden her whole life.

All the drama- their affair being found out, the divorce with my grandfather, the court battle over who got the house, happened while I was a baby. Even in my earliest memories, it's just Mama Jo and Oma, and my grandfather lived elsewhere (first his own apartment, then a nursing home, then with us.)

But here's the thing- no one ever explained any of this to me. No one ever sat down and was like "hey, Rosie, so do you know what a lesbian is?" It was the 90s. It was Texas. I think my mom was still kinda processing all this, and just assumed that like... I was gonna figure it out. Don't mention it, let it just be normal. Like I think my mom thought that if she explained the situation, she would be making it weird? I dunno.

But like. In the 90s, in all the movies I had seen and books I had read, do you know how many same sex couples I had seen? Like. 0. Do you know how many "platonic best friend/roommates" I had seen? A lot. I had no context, is what I'm saying.

I literally thought this was a Golden Girls, roommates, besties situation until I was like...I dunno, 11? 12?

It was actually their parrot, an African Grey named Spike, imitating my grandmothers voice saying "Johanna, honey, it's getting late", that triggered the MIND BLOWN moment as I realized that *there's only one master bedroom and it only has 1 waterbed* when all the pieces finally clicked.

Anyway. I think it's a real important thing for kids to know queer people exist, for a lot of reasons, but also because kids can be clueless and it's embarrassing to have your grandmother be outted by a parrot because everyone just thought you'd figure it out on your own.

Anyway, here is my grandma and her wife, my Oma, after they moved to Albuquerque to be artsy gay cowboys and live their best life. They helped run a "Lesbian Dude Ranch" out there (basically just with funding and financial support. As Oma has explained "traditionally, most lesbians don't have a lot of money" so they wrote the checks and let the younger ladies actually run the ranch.)