#Carabiner for Camping

[jrsgscarabiner]

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[concretepuppy]

i think red is my color

(he/she)

[niceandbluept2]

ok real but also she’s had that damn handkerchief since 2016 and i just cannot picture baby sprained ankle era julien knowing what that is 😭😭 especially since she wasn’t overly into pride or queer culture back then. plus i think she’s worn white and red handkerchiefs in the past which absolutely do not make sense for her. but Still it’s a little funny to me

YEAH !! idk it's debatable either way but i feel like there's no way she doesn't know what it is at this point and even if it doesn't mean anything it is still funny that she still chooses to wear it like that

[roylustang]

wow I only have 13 full weeks left of my job and then it’s fucking around in japan until I go home. What the fuck

[catmask]

got one of your mars keychains to put on my carabiner, and i can confidently say children love looking at it, they get so hyped about the sparkles and colours and im definitely in their camp :D

[hippiichi]

also made this and i thought about his design so hard so im gonna explain every major design aspect under the cut...

ok so hat ofc, blue t shirt and pants ofc those are like THE finn outfit -long sleeve shirt: used for protection against scratches and bites this reason is also why the rosary and watch are on the outsides of his sleeves instead as they help keep those sleeves from being pulled and so he doesn't have to roll up his sleeves at any point. -Long Hair: Has never cut his hair once as Peppermint butler tank does not feature appendages that can properly cut hair nor does he have access to a comb so its wild and unkempt. -Hat patches: As someone who actively hunts vampires + is one of a very small group of humans left Finn's hat is constantly getting pulled at and ripped and torn from vampires going for his "neck protection" -Lip scar + hand scars: His lip scar is from trying to use a stake as a toothpick one time but getting a splinter from doing so, not taking it out and letting it get infected until pb stepped in to help resulting in a scar on his upper lip. His hand scars come from an especially nasty vampire fight as it scratched at his hands. -Blue Bottle/Hydroflask: A hydroflask containing holy water its connected to his belts/backpack through a tangle of thin leather strips that are latched onto a carabiner. -Rosary (One on wrist, one on sword): Finn doesn't really have a concept of what religion or christianity in particular is (since those things have been long dead) but despite that wearing a cross seems to deter vampires to an extent. -Sheathed Knife: A knife used to carve new stakes on the fly and cut through anything blocking his path/deter humans that attack him. -Gold Beads: Every gold bead represents someone who helped finn through his 14 years of life who was then killed by vampires so he doesn't forget them. -Garlic: Garlic air drying to be used in various weapons later, doubles as a natural deterrent much like bug spray -Star pendant: The pendant of The Star collected by Finn after finding it next to a skeleton on the outskirts of the Vampire King's domain -Leather pouch: Contains garlic seeds, quick food like jerky and granola bars, extra gold beads, a roll of leather strip twine, rolled bandages. -Backpack: Camping gear, 1 bedroll, 1 laptop with a "mini" peppermint butler ai software installed, various magical doo-dads hes collected, his backpack has a space that allows his sword to fit inside

[numberonecolinbridgertonlover]

What the Bridgerton character you relate to the most says about you (based on the show and my opinion) *mostly unserious edition*

Anthony - older sibling part one. That or you are the certified glue that holds your entire family together. Also, fake arse cynic, I know you want to be loved and cherished you’re just scared it will never last or no one will ever see you that way. Control freak but I get it.

Benedict - You are the personification of the quote about grief. (In case you don’t know which one I’m talking about: "How do you process grief? By running from it until it finds me in the middle of a sunny street on a beautiful day?") You have been running away from something your entire life, whether that be yourself or a feeling. Newsflash it’s gonna catch you one day. That said, you’re probably also lgbtq and camp.

Colin - gurrllll… read Benedict’s first and then come back here, you also need to hear that. You are a quote on quote pathological people pleaser. SAVIOUR COMPLEX. Girl, they’re not gonna love you even if you can bend the laws of nature for them. You’re naive, sensitive and desperate for someone, literally anyone to understand and care for you. Also, babes… you’re not unworthy of love, you just have imposters syndrome.

Daphne - I bet you loved watching Zoella in her prime. I also feel like you’re the sort of person that is constantly expecting/hoping to bump into the love of your life whenever you’re in public. You’re a hopeless romantic but I get it.

Eloise - You’re probably LGBTQ. You might have started out a feminist with the girl power quotes but have since delved deeper and have since been more radicalised. You probably struggle to connect with overt "femininity" for numerous reasons including the patriarchy and the media’s portrayal of women but you support all women regardless. Your fashion sense consists of baggy tops, jeans and jorts (RIP Eloise, you would’ve loved baggy clothes 😔) Do you own a carabiner? You’ve probably had a fuck arse bob era at some point in your life.

Francesca - girl I get it, I really do. I hate human civilisation as well. It’s loud, it’s overwhelming, it’s scary. You’ve felt like the odd one out everywhere you go and people always seem to pick up that despite how hard you try to hide it . You just want to live in peace, maybe with someone who understands you. That said, how’s that autism diagnosis coming along-

Gregory - You are the personification of that vine where the kid has a knife. ("What have you got there? A KNIFE. no-)

Hyacinth - I just know you’re funny asf. Haters hate to see you coming because they know you’re about to gag tf out of them.

Kate - older sibling part two, probably older sister. If not, just like with Anthony, the glue the holds the family together. You can stand up to haters but you can’t say no to your friends when you want to. Sometimes you’ve just got to bite the bullet and prioritise your own happiness girl.

Penelope - …where do I even begin? You were probably the person that everyone just unanimously decided they thought was weird or unapproachable and it has messed you up indefinitely. (That’s on them though girl, there is nothing wrong with you I promise 💋) Family issues. You have imagined getting revenge on everyone who has ever wronged you. Body issues (girl, you’re beautiful don’t let anyone tell you otherwise) Short.

Simon - Daddy issues daddy issues. Emotionally constipated. You can’t believe meaningless sex and substance abuse didn’t cure you.

Philip - You have anxiety.

John: Introvert™️ honestly just read Francesca’s you’re both in the same boat. You are not afraid to dip once the social battery has ran out and I respect that. You know how to set up boundaries. Though, I think you wonder sometimes if you have protected your peace a bit too much because your only friend is your pet or your mum let’s be honest—

Michaela: LGBTQ. And you’re right because she is beautiful- I bet you love the film Bottoms. Favourite artists include Chappell Roan, Renee Rapp. You like Bridgerton in a gay way (the women)

Violet: You’ve never quite gotten over that one relationship have you… you would love the song loml by Taylor Swift 😔✊.

Portia: I feel like you have been told one thing you’re entire life and you’ve kind of based your entire personality upon that only to realise when you have grown up and met new people that it’s all worthless and the very foundations of who you are are crumbling as we speak. But you look slay while it happens.

Lady Danbury: I bet you’re expecting me to tell you how much of a baddie you are… which you are but don’t pretend you’re not wearing a facade to ensure you never get hurt by anyone ever again.

Queen Charlotte: Alexa play right where you left me by Taylor Swift.

Brimsely: your gay situationship has messed you up.

[kc5rings]

A short something for the combined holiday of Muzzle Monday and it being Asbetos Arknights birthday, obviously nsfw under the cut

Ever read those stories about the wild sex people get up to in far north research stations? Me neither.

Tags: Bondage, spanking (tail style), bdsm, creative use of spelunking equipment, crying, practical applications of long lizard tongue

Base camps were always cramped.

Asbestos recognized the need for them but even when they were technically larger than her tent they always felt more confining.

Too solid.

Too permanent.

It had been several days journey already and this building was the last stop before the truly wild tundra, without another living soul for miles

Save of course, for the woman currently straddling her.

“There we go! Nice and secure, how’s it feel? Any circulation issues?”

Magallan’s voice was chipper as ever, like she was chatting about having had pleasant breakfast to start her day instead of having spent the last several minutes tying someone up.

“Like I’ve been kidnapped.”

Asbestos also sounded like her usual self, each word dripping with sarcasm and disdain. When her comment failed to dim Magallan’s thousand watt smile Asbestos sighed and flexed various parts of her body to properly triage herself, this would be a stupid way to get an injury and have to call off their expedition.

Magallan had been thorough, Asbestos had to admit. The basecamp only had one permanent cot, a solid metal frame that was firmly bolted to the floor meant it wasn’t going anywhere. And neither was Asbestos.

Ratchet straps used for securing gear now secured Asbestos’ legs to the cot frame at the ankle and thigh, holding them firmly in place and spreading her legs slightly. Smaller straps carefully tightened made for makeshift wrist cuffs that Magallan had then pulled up over Asbestos’ head, one tell tale click of a carabiner and she was well and truly stuck.

At least Magallan had left Asbestos with her thermal undersuit, one solid piece of tight fabric that covered everything save Asbestos’ hands, feet, head and tail. It didn’t have the shine of some of her club wear back home, but the compression was nice and too much direct skin to skin contact made Asbestos antsy anyway.

A quick test tug proved the bindings plenty sturdy, Asbestos couldn’t quite crane her head back to see what her wrists were bound to, but places like this always had hard points everywhere. Asbestos found herself appreciating Magellan’s resourcefulness in mostly using the equipment on hand for her game.

“No numbness, good blood flow, my shoulders are going to start bitching eventually with my arms up over my head like this but I can deal. This though…”

Asbestos jerked her chin up, clearly indicating the one thing Magallan had strapped in place that wasn’t scavenged from spelunking gear.

“Feels like overkill.”

Magallan laughed and reached her hand up to stroke the offending piece of gear, a close fitting cage of carbon fiber and nylon webbing that perfectly followed the contours of Asbestos’ face. You could be forgiven for thinking it was yet more scavenged equipment, but it was far to singular in its purpose to be anything other than what it was.

A muzzle.

“What you don’t like it? I even got Mayer to let me use her workshop equipment to make it for you.”

Asbestos turned her head sharply to the side in a pout, making a mental note to kill Mayer the next time she saw her. All while trying to push down the feelings that bubbled up at the thought of Magallan going out of her way to make something just her.

Outside the wind picked up, signaling a storm would be blowing through shortly, both experienced explorers making a mental note out of habit.

“Oh yes, muzzled like a beast is exactly how I wanted to spend my birthday, a real fucking trea-“

SMACK

Magallan’s smile never faded, even as she reached back and brought the flat of her hand down *hard* on the underside of Asbestos’ exposed tail. The effect is instant, Asbestos’ hips rise sharply as her back arches, accompanied by a sharp cry that slides down to a low moan as Magallan begins to rub the spot she just struck.

“That’s 1! This is your birthday trip after all so of course we’ve got to start things off with birthday spankings right?”

Red had flooded Asbestos’ face, both from the deep heat the slap had sparked between her legs and from embarrassment at the sound she’d made when it landed.

“Fuck you! You know how sensitive my tail is! Besides that’s way too many, I’m turning t-“

SMACK

Another sharp gasp, another arching of the back, this time with Magallan rolling her hips down onto Asbestos. Both of their protective gear was stacked in a corner which made for very little fabric between them, Magallan in only her slightly baggy sweater and tights. No direct contact but plenty enough to feel.

“I know how old you are, and don’t worry, I’ll keep a very strict count to make sure we don’t miss any!”

Asbestos writhed under Magallan, her not inconsiderable strength putting her restraints to the test, but they held firm. Asbestos was helpless against Magallans assault.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

A truly impressive string of profanity poured through the bars of Asbestos’ muzzle, making use of every swear in every language she’d learned throughout her travels. However by number fifteen or so, profanity had given way to choked gasps and by twenty, to occasional shuddering sobs.

Notably, none of this colorful language included Asbestos safeword, crevasse, nor did her free to move tail give the the established three taps against Magallan’s leg once words failed her. Either option would stop their game in its tracks, but Magallan had learned quite a long time ago that while Asbestos might be the hardest person on Terra to get to admit to what she wants, Asbestos was in no way shy about declaring when she didn’t want something.

So the spankings continued, one for every year that Asbestos had seen.

SMACK

Finally, the last blow landed. Asbestos’ head lolled to the side, mouth hanging open slightly and tears streaking one side of her face from the only eye that could still cry.

Magallan massaged the base of Asbestos’ tail as her other hand reached up to caress that tear stained cheek.

“There now… all done. You did so a good for me Asbestos, so so good.”

Asbestos had long since given up on words, choosing instead to nuzzle into Magallan’s touch. It was only moments like this, after Magallan tone the time to really break her down and crack her defenses that Asbestos could openly express her affection this way.

Ask Asbestos about it later and she’d just say it’s one of many things that make her a freak to be avoided, to Magallan though, it was one of her many charms. Like some of the most breathtaking views she’d seen on expeditions, a sight seen only by her.

“But it’s not a birthday without a treat is it? And you have been so good.”

Asbestos let the praise wash over her, a soothing balm after the hurt that felt all the more warm for being hard earned. She had been good and she wanted her treat.

“P-please…”

Magallan could play the sadist with ease for their games, but she truly didn’t think she could ever turn Asbestos down when she begged earnestly like that.

Magallan slid up from Asbestos’ waist until her knees where on either side of the bound woman’s head. Making sure she could steady herself on some equipment hooks on the wall Magallan reached down to push her tights down her legs until they were out of the way. Carefully, Magallan lowered herself until her slit was close enough to feel Asbestos’ labored breathing.

“Go on, enjoy your treat.”

Asbestos glazed over eyes shifted from excitement, to confusion, to frustration as her endorphin soaked brain tried to process this new situation. The muzzle was still in place, how was she supposed to…

“Sorry dear, but when you get like this you tend to get a bit too enthusiastic when you’re eating and I’ve had quite enough of those sharp teeth going where they aren’t wanted.”

Asbestos flushed red once more, realizing now that the custom made muzzle may not been crafted solely for her benefit.

“Oh don’t go getting shy on me, I had that made so you don’t need to be careful. Take everything you want, no need to hold back.”

Magallan’s ever present smile shifted to a conspiring smirk as she watched Asbestos try to puzzle out what she was meant to do.

“Come now, you’re a smart woman, an experienced explorer can always find the path through adversity right?”

Asbestos was on the verge of getting annoyed, if she couldn’t be trusted to use her mouth than what did Magallan expect her to-

Oh

Oh

Finally, Asbestos understood. It was embarrassing and surprisingly devious from Magallan but Asbestos couldn’t deny that making it hotter

Asbestos opened her mouth as much as her muzzle would allow, slowly extending her tongue out and up toward Magallan

Long, blue and thick, Asbestos’ tongue pushed through the confines of the muzzle, saliva letting it slip past with ease. While not quite as dextrous as her tail, Asbestos’ savra tongue could work wonders.

From her helpless position underneath her, Asbestos slid into Magallan, tongue twisting and coiling deeper into Magallan until the bars of Asbestos’ muzzle grew slick with her need and Magallan’s moans replaced Asbestos’ cries from only moments earlier.

The base camp had become a small smoldering spark of heat amidst endless frozen tundra, any sound that escaped from inside was carried off into the night by the howling winds.

Outside, the storm now raged. Inside, both explorers new they were likely to be snowed in for awhile. But neither of them could find it in themselves to care in that moment.

They had plenty of ways to pass the time.

[deeptrashwitch]

Marcus "Poison" Lombardi

Name: Marcus Lombardi

Nacionality: American🇺🇲/Italian🇮🇹

Age: 25

Date of birth: 8th march 1997 - New York City (U.S.A)

Residence: Killeen, Texas, USA

Afilliation: U.S Marine Corps / 75th Ranger Regiment Specters

Rank: Private

Callsign: Poison (Current)/ Charlie 3-6

Occupation: Infantry operator

Height: 1.86 m/ 6'1" ft

Weight: 80 kg

Blood type: AB-

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Straight

Languages: English (Native), Italian, Portuguese, Indonesian

AFILLIATIONS

Specters members:

-Captain Alicia Marchant (alive)

-Lieutenant Luke Michaelis (alive)

-Sergeant Jackson Blackwell (alive)

-Sergeant Edward Jackson (alive)

-Corporal Noah García (alive)

-Corporal Elijah Wilson (alive)

-Airman First Class Nicholas Fowlett (alive)

-Private Elliot Stevens (alive)

-Private Alexander Christensen (alive)

-Private Francis Scott (alive)

CIA:

-Chief Station Dominique Wright (alive)

Underworld:

-Liù Xiao Chen (alive)

FAMILY

-Kenneth Lombardi (Father) (alive)

-Janice Lombardi nee Crane (Mother) (deceased)

-Nick Lombardi (Uncle) (alive)

-Keyra Lombardi (spouse) (alive)

PERSONALITY

-He is energetic and joyful with his teammates, but when he's on mission his personality becomes a mix of cautious, ferocious and analytic.

-During the conjoined missions he stays near the other soldiers as his Captain commanded, but he always is alert and is always trying to get the most information he can of them only by their looks.

-He always stays deep in his thoughts when he thinks about his parents, and sometimes is difficult to bring him back. Every time he came back, he shake his head and then sighs, and when he does that...everyone knows he has zoned out.

BIOGRAPHY

Born in New York City, New York. His family during many years were his father, his mother, his uncle and him, but now there's only the men. As a kid, he was an absolute mom's boy, although he keeps an amazing relationship with his father.

When he was younger they all lived on Little Italy, and he passed part of his time inside his father's store, helping with the register while he was on high school. During that time he met Keyra when she went to buy groceries, it was a daily thing, but that time was somehow different and they ended up dating after many funny situations. He took a year and half before enlisting, again to help with the family bussiness, and once he enlisted to the Marine Corps, he departed to Camp Pendelton.

When he finished basic training, he was assigned to one team, his first and last team before the Specters. After his first deployment, and even against some people advices, he proposed and married Keyra, and has never regreted it. But during that first years, he learned about his mom's diagnosis, she had stomach cancer.

It was difficult to hear, and mostly to see his father so drained when he accompained her to chemotherapy. He talked with Keyra about and both decided to help with the costs of the treatments, so a big part of his salary went to it. Even his uncle flew from Florence to help them with the bussiness, to gave his own brother a break, also Keyra helped her mother-in-law everytime she could.

Marcus had a hard time to go and see his mom, but when he was able to do it, he went even if it hurted like hell to see her that way. Right now he prefers not to evoke the image of his mother, how tired, sick and sad she looked, and how she tried to smile to him. That lasted during a couple more years before his mother passed away, and it hurted during the next two years and still hurts until today.

It was difficult to keep going, but he did, helping his father and with Keyra's help. After it, he continued inside the Marine Corps, and soon Wraith went to talk with him to offer him a place inside the Specters. Soon he arrived to Black Tomb, and there he has stayed from then on.

SKILLS

-Specialized on many fire weapons, his favorites during missions are a Galil 556. and a Carabin M4.

-Main and static part of the infantry squad, but he goes better during infiltration missions. They are the second squad to get inside the objective, always behind the recon squad.

COMBAT

His combat style is specialized on ofenssive, not as variated as the Captain's, but it make him almost an expert on MCMAP. His first choice weapon is also a Bowie knife. He's teaching their combat style to some of the team, and he practices usually with Alexander and the Captain.

TRIVIA

-Marcus loves to learn how to play every instrument he can get his hands on. So far he knows how to play guitar, drums, flaute, tamborine, bass and piano.

-He's madly in love with Keyra. Every time he's off deployment he arrives at the house with a flower bouquet, his wife favorite dinner and some beautiful jewels. He always feels guilty for leaving her during missions, but every time she reassures him that she'll be fine and that she's proud of him.

-He has no car but Keyra does. She got a blue Chevrolet Spark, it's nothing luxurious and a bit old but she uses it almost everyday.

-Marcus doesn't have a favorite music genre, but enjoys specially the music in spanish. Noah has played jokes on him many time because of it.

-Everytime he has the opportunity to talk about his wedding, HE WILL! It amuses the team, but they are happy to hear how their friend has a happy marriage. Everyone gave him ideas for some dates, and Marcus helped Luke with everything related to his own wedding.

-His callsign was an accident, to be honest. During a call with his now deceased mother, he heard her talking about a documentary she was watching, about true crime. His mother muttered something related a random fact mentioned, and he recognized it instantly a way of how killing with poison. They started calling him Poison, and it stayed!

-He always goes to get himself checked looking for any kind of cancer. He refuses to take a risk about it.

-His favorite drink is soda, he doesn't have a determined brand, just takes anything in stock. And his favorite food is pancakes, specifically the ones with banana and chocolate sirup! Everytime they go to a dinner or a cafe, Marcus will order pancakes and if it has also powdered suger on top...he can die happy.

Song

Moodboard

[nerdygaymormon]

Happy Pride

I want to wish a happy Pride to:

Ice Coffee

On the surface, it’s so commonplace, it’s just coffee, how can it be gay? Well, a lot of ordinary things have been coded queer over the years: thumb rings, which ear you have pierced, handkerchiefs, and carabiners. Signaling to other queers that you are also queer, while once essential, has now become a fun part of cultural communication.

Will and Grace was one of the first times popular media recognized iced coffee is associated with the gays when in a 2001 episode, Jack signals himself as gay to his barista by repeatedly ordering frappuccinos. Why frappuccinos? "Fancy" coffee was seen as feminine, so men ordering these drinks is a form of gender subversion, a way to signal to other gay men that you are gay.

Bert & Ernie

Sesame Street debuted 1969 and from the beginning Bert and Ernie behaved in the same loving & discreet way that millions of queer people had to do at that time. For anyone with eyes to see, Bert and Ernie’s subtextual queerness has been there for everyone to see. They share a bedroom. Bert watches Ernie take baths. They’re together on the cover of a Sesame Street album titled "Love." They cook and eat together. They vacation together.

Mark Saltzman, one of the script and song writers on Sesame Street, stated in an interview with Queerty that he wrote Bert and Ernie as reflections of himself and his longtime partner, Arnold Glassman. However, Sesame Street won't acknowledge that Bert and Ernie are a gay couple because, even to this day, many people view heterosexuality as neutral and queerness of any kind as obscene and inappropriate for children.

In 2013, the US Supreme Court ordered the US government to recognize same-sex marriages performed by states, and in response to that sweeping victory, The New Yorker magazine ran this cover:

Biangles and Double Crescent Moon

The biangles are the first symbol for bisexual visibility and were designed by Liz Nania in 1987. The design of the biangles began with the pink triangle, a Nazi concentration camp badge that later became a symbol of gay liberation representing homosexuality. The addition of a blue triangle contrasts the pink and represents heterosexuality. The two triangles overlap and form lavender, which represents the "queerness of bisexuality", referencing the Lavender Menace and 1980s and 1990s associations of lavender with queerness. The colors of the biangles were later used to create the Bi Pride flag.

Because the biangles incorporate the Nazi pink triangle symbol which was used to identify gay & bi men and trans women in concentration camps, some bisexual individuals objected to the biangles. In response to this, in 1998 Vivian Wagner created the bisexual double moon as an alternative. This double moon symbol is most popular with the bisexual community in Germany and surrounding countries, though bi people throughout the world use it as well.

U-Hauls

Question: What does a lesbian bring on a second date? Answer: A U-Haul.

This joke plays on the perception that lesbians quickly form intense emotional connections and move in together, referred to in gay slang as an "urge to merge".

Especially before the internet when it was much harder to find other queer people unless you lived in a big city with gay bars, there was no guarantee that you would find another person you could be compatible with, so everyone snatched everyone else up and just made it work, and thus the stereotype that lesbians quickly move in together.

Nail Polish Emoji 💅

Since wearing nail polish has been for females, gay men (or queer people in general) wear it to express some sort of femininity or just to feel free to do things that are outside the norms. The nail polish emoji is a vibe for when you feel powerful/femme/boldly gay, and has become the emoji version of the limp wrist, in other words, shorthand for gay.

Piercings

A lot of LGBTQ+ oppression involves people telling us what we can and can't do with our own body. You can't hold hands or kiss the cheek of a same sex partner without risking others expressing their disapproval and disgust. You can’t get hormone therapy or gender affirmation surgery as a grown adult without having to go through years of psychological evaluations.

Getting piercings is a signal of rebellion against expected social and cultural norms. The queer association with piercings became widely known when a 1991 article from the New York Times claimed that gay men could be identified by their earrings, stating that they “often [wore] a single piece of jewelry in the right ear to indicate sexual preference.” The phenomenon isn't limited to gay men, many queer people get multiple piercings in their ears, nose, and other places, as a way to express freedom to be who they are and not fit the gender expectations of what is feminine or masculine.

Labrys

The labrys is a double headed axe featured in Greek & Roman mythology, frequently seen in depictions of women warriors, like Amazons. The labrys was adopted by the lesbian community in the 1970s to represents the strength and feminism of homosexual women. 

An early flag representing lesbians was violet in color with a black triangle containing a labrys. The color violet comes from the poet Sappho who associated the violet flowers with her female lovers. The upside down black triangle was used in concentration camps to identify women who did not conform to Nazi ideals (this included lesbians). The flag may not be popular anymore, but the labrys continues as a lesbian symbol.

GSA

The first gay–straight alliance (GSA) was formed in November 1988 in Massachusetts, after a teacher came out as gay and a straight student approached him because she was upset by the treatment of gay students and others. The second GSA was established in 1989 and the concept spread. GSAs made headlines in 1999 when Salt Lake City School District banned a GSA from being started at East High School, but a court case determined this was a violation of the students' rights. Eventually the acronym GSA changed to mean Genders & Sexualities Alliance to be inclusive of gender minorities. GSAs are associated with positive social, academic, and health outcomes for LGBTQ students and improves school climates for all students, not just those who are LGBTQ.

Doc Martens

Doc Martens gained popularity in the 70s as the ultimate protest footwear among activists. A significant number of protests were LGBTQ and so before long the shoes turned into an image of LGBTQ pride as they stomped all over the status quo. Also, butch women who were more likely to work nontraditional jobs in male-dominated fields wore Doc Martens with a flannel shirt and jeans as everyday workwear.

In the 1980's, lesbians carried on the shoes' reputation for rebellion by wearing them to gay marches and to hospitals where gay men lay in beds suffering from AIDS. Doc Martens grew in popularity throughout the 1990s when they became associated with the grunge movement, but as grunge faded, so did the popularity of these shoes among the general populace. In the 2020's they are still widely worn by butch lesbians and baby dykes. Docs were likewise well known among cross-dressers, who valued the boots' capacity to make their legs look longer and thinner.

Eurovision Song Contest

Like so many other things that acquire “gay icon” status, the Eurovision Song Contest unintentionally became a queer favorite because of the glamour, kitsch and flamboyance of the performances, and songs with themes of overcoming struggle and standing stoically through the turmoils of life. Also helping were performers who are examples of trans excellence, drag queens, and who made pleas for marriage equality.

Some notable queer performances from over the years:

Paul Oscar became the contest's first openly gay artist when he represented Iceland at the 1997 contest.

The following year, Israel's Dana International became the contest's first trans performer and won the 1998 contest and is considered the symbolic coming out of Eurovision.

In 2007, Ukraine drag queen Verka Serduchka finished in 2nd place with the song "Dancing Lasha Tumbai", and has been brought back several times over the years for guest appearances.

Drag persona Conchita Wurst won the 2014 contest for Austria

Openly bisexual performer Duncan Laurence was the winner of the 2019 contest for the Netherlands.

Victoria De Angelis, a member of the 2021 Italian winning band Måneskin, is openly bisexual.

Loreen, won the 2012 contest for Sweden, came out as bisexual in 2017, then won the contest again in 2023.

2024 had 9 queer artists in the competition, with the winner being Nemo who identifies as nonbinary and pansexual.

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[worstwolverinesbf]

LAURA MOODBOARD HEHEHEHEHEHE

i love her so much!!!!

all images from pinterest

headcanons under cut as usual

she loves bright colours and wade and logan buy her all the colour stuff because she loves everything and will squeal of happiness

wade got her into hello kitty and shes made it logans problem

shes very much a wild card because shes hyper and happy and colourful and also scary as fuck and could kill you in her sleep

she loves camping as long as there is an option to go to a motel if she starts hating it

logan loves buying her little things to match him like the carabiner

[knotty-et-al]

Tetrahedron lamp holder for my tent

Used materials:

- sticks (to build the tetrahedron frame)

- foldback clamps (to hold the paper faces and to attach the swivel carabiner hook)

- thick bright white paper (cut into 3 equilateral triangles and 2 of these equilateral triangles are cut into two same pieces)

- the depicted camping lamp

- 1 rubber band (to fixate the lamp)

- masking tape (to fixate the tetrahedron's vertices)

- a swivel carabiner hook (so the lamp can be rotated easily)

(My lamp has 2 magnets left and right.)

... i might improve the design further... I am just bored. And crafting this is a calming activity for me...

[thegalaxyinyoureye]

the beauty of nature (johnny x male s/i)

It was a death wish, they said.

Camping alone in the middle of the woods, no matter how many times I had done it and came back without a scratch, still made people twinge and furrow their brow with concern. It was a pitying kind of concern, the kind you give to a friend who continually puts themselves in bad situations no matter how you try to help them. But… it’s just nature.

I’ll correct myself. It’s more than just nature, at least to me. It’s strange the kind of image most people have about nature. It’s somehow both nauseatingly dull and a life-threatening endeavor with death at every turn. How can something be boring and deadly? I didn’t get it. Or, maybe they didn’t.

When I’m out there, with just the sounds of the wind and the birds and the trees and nothing else… God, it’s incredible. It’s like breathing a different air, like basking in a different sunlight.

As I finish tapping the final spike for my tent, I get the sense that someone is watching me. It’s not an unusual feeling, but I turn anyway. That feeling you get is real, you know.

But I turn and nobody’s there.

I shrug and continue my plan for a casual hike for the afternoon.

Along the path that isn’t really a path, there’s something that died, right in the middle. It looks weeks old, maybe a month. I watch it and I’m… captivated. The smell is nauseating, yes, but… the way that the decomposing skin just seems to blend in with the dirt…

Based on the shape of the skull I conclude it’s a canine. Maybe a wolf that— I glance downward and, oh. A metal jaw is latched to one of its hind legs, already beginning to rust.

I slowly, carefully, pry the jaws of the trap open and guide it out from around what was once a wolf. I set it down, and they snap back together again. I assume that whoever set it there probably forgot about it and won’t come looking for it again.

Well.

I take it and dig a hole, burying it deep enough where it can never taste something alive again. I gather the dirt around the wolf and cover it, returning it to its roots.

Just a few minutes to the left is a small stream, I know it well. I reroute to it to clean my hands and fill my water bottle. One of my friends got me the kind with a filter in the straw so you don’t drink dirt. It was surprisingly kind of her.

Cleaning my hands of the dirt, I glance up and notice something… different.

While it’s far from my first time in these woods, I’ve never actually followed the stream before. It makes sense someone would build a small shack along it, even if it was just for temporary shelter. But this shack looks decades old, the wooden walls holding it up rotting from the inside out and half crumbling. A small, glittering, golden light from inside draws me closer. I scratch at the stubble on my cheek, mulling over my options.

I take a wide step over the stream and sneak over to it, and…

There’s a golden locket on a chain, dangling from a stick plunged in the ground. I immediately clock it as a grave, though it’s not far-fetched to say other people might not recognize it as such.

Though I know better than to take it, I can’t help but open the locket. It’s a photo of a man, probably in his late 30’s, with his arm around a young boy with a round, cherubic face. A tiny note in the corner of the photo reads:

“Dad & Johnny”

Johnny.

Johnny…

…Johnny?

But that’s just a campfire st—

A twing snaps behind me and I whip my head around.

A huge figure stands about 30 feet away. Even from this distance, his form is hulking and powerful. He wears a tattered flannel covered in dirt and something wet. He wears a strange leather mask with large, round eyes like an owl.

It’s… it’s…

“Johnny?” I say.

At the sound, he begins to walk. His gait is slow, but purposeful, he lifts his legs ever so slightly higher than needed.

In front of me, he stops. I can’t follow his gaze past the mask, but he seems to be focused on something below me. I glance down and…

I look at my carabiner, with my keys, a swiss army knife, and a keychain of a lego satyr. I unhook it and hold it out in my outstretched palm.

He takes it and shuffles away into the corner of the shack, sitting and crossing his legs. He slowly lifts his mask from his head.

I circle around him to kneel by his side, making note of his still round face, with milky white eyes and a scarred lip.

“Pretty boy…” I whisper, not even realizing it. But I can’t help it. As he manipulates the arms and legs of the satyr, his brow is furrowed in deep concentration. His cheeks are scarred and red with blood that looks both dry and fresh. I idly wonder how his lips would feel, how his tongue would taste.

I settle with moving my hand closer to his, thicker and wider than my thin, knobbly fingers. The tips of our fingers touch ever so slightly, and he looks right at me.

“Satyrs are servants of the god Pan. He’s the god of nature. It was ritual to give him offerings and sacrifices for a good harvest.”

Johnny gives a little huff.

“Though, I choose to believe there were some who did it just because they really liked the guy. Found him… attractive.”

Johnny’s eyes widen.

“Well, I hear there’s a new group of counselors for the summer arriving at the campgrounds, tonight. How’s that for a sacrifice?”

He pauses, in thought.

He gently moves his hand to cover mine.

[pbandjesse]

I mostly had a nice day. It would be really nice to feel normal but today was a pretty close one. It was just way hotter then I was prepared for an that made it really hard on me.

I also didn't sleep amazing. I woke up and snoozed my alarm and extra 10 minutes. James was sitting on the floor and when I got up for real they just held me for a minute. I was not happy. I was trying really hard to be positive but I was not happy about having to leave. I was looking forward to the feild trip but still. I was worried.

James made me a cinnamon toast sandwich. Which was fine but a little drier then I hoped. They also peeled an orange for me. I ate those while I drove. They would give me an extra kiss before I headed out. And I had a pretty easy drive in.

When I got to camp I would chat with Jamie. I really like her so I'm excited she's going to help with some field trips. And after checking in with Elizabeth I would grab the ropes key and went to set up my program.

While I do really like running low ropes, I hate setting up and breaking it down. I struggle holding my arms over my head and spinning the locks on the carabiners takes a minute so I end up lightheaded. Plus pulling the ladder all over sucks. So it's just not my favorite. But I did it and I did accidently put one of the wrong ropes up so I had to fix it and redo the carabineer and that was very annoying.

I decided that the rope swing needed to have higher stakes. So when I got back to the office I would print out a picture of fire to put under the ropes. And when my groups would get to try the swing I would fully play it serious that the fire pit was very dangerous.

Not everyone would get to do low ropes though. Because all of a sudden the school changed the schedule on us. Doubling up flying squirrel so that there were more people helping pull the rope. Which meant we didn't have a lot of time for team wall and low ropes. But I did my best.

The school came a bit early though and we were not ready for them and they were just like okay time to start!! And we're being a little fussy about us not being ready until the actual start time.

But Elizabeth held the line and gave everyone time to set up. I would end up walking my group and Kieran's group up to the ground elements course.

And it would be a good day! The first walk up was fine, but every other would be pretty hard on me. And it would get very hot throughout the day. I was dripping sweat at times and that sucked. But I tried very hard to be a rice and positive. Even if I wasn't feeling good.

For all five sessions we would start by explaining that one group would be going on the flying squirrel and the other would help pull. And when we were done with the one group we would split to do whale watched and team wall. And if there was time we would do low ropes. The group that assisted with squirrel would come back later and get to fly.

I would help with harnesses. Which I've gotten pretty good and quick at. I still think we should keep plyers up there to pull the double back straps when my fingers get tired. But until the very last group I did good. Was struggling in the heat with the last group but we got everyone who wanted to go through up on the swing and it was great. We had a lot of fun.

We would have a pretty good system going. And would use about 30 minutes to get everyone through twice. Kieran was getting tossed around a lot as the stopping system. I think we did a good job working together. I kept us on time. Things went well.

Team wall was. Harder then I expected. I always feel like we struggle when the groups are under 10 people. But my first group couldn't get anyone up at all? I've never had that happened before. The next three groups for would get everyone but one student up. And the last group tried twice and got everyone but two up. I put them on a timer and it was fun making it a competition. And they were nice kids.

A few of the groups got to try the ropes course. The ones who saw the fire picture got a kick out of it and also took it very seriously and we joked that they were gonna burn their toes. It was a good time.

I had three groups and then lunch. At lunch I just wanted to lay my head on the table. I got s little bag of chips and a diet soda from Heather. And the sodium helped I think. I had only packed sweet things which was dumb. But I had my little snacks. And chatted with Jamie. And just tried to rest for a minute.

We all walked over to the lodge to get our groups. My group left without me??? Hilarious. So I had to go catch them. But they found their way and we would wait for Kieran and the other group before we got started.

I got really woozy from the walk and the heat. I had to sit on the ground for a bit. I was okay but I was just. So very ready to be done.

The last two hours went fine though and we had fun. Lots of laughs. And when they were finished they all shook my hand and said thank you. It was a really nice day overall. I do really love doing field trips. I just wish I felt better.

I took down low ropes. Kieran would carry the ladder for me. And we walked down to the office.

Chloe drove past and we chatted. She let me know that the barn is going to pause lessons for the school year so she is going to try to get a new barn job. I'm sad about it. I like working with Chloe. And I really hope she lands on her feet quickly.

I would sit with Heather and chatted for a while. She suggested I start trying to take my medicine in the morning instead of in the evening so I'm going to try that tomorrow. But I also am skipping taking it today so I'm not taking two so close together. I was worried. I was already starting to not feel amazing. I just wanted to go home

So I did. I said goodbye and headed home. And would be back home by 330. The drive was fine but my phone wouldn't play my podcast and I was very frustrated. About half way home it started playing but it caused me a lot of stress for no reason.

When I got home I was really happy to see James and Sweetp. James biked to DC today. And Sweetp had been laying on my knitting project. Silly boy.

I would go upstairs and took a shower. Washed my hair. I switched back to the argon oil shampoo because I felt like the aloe shampoo was causing some build up. And then I got in bed with my husband. I did not feel good and I was so tired.

I would sleep until 530. I didn't want to be awake but I was. James would come back upstairs and gave me some water. We laid there for a bit and we made a shopping list. James would go to target to get a few things for us and would pick us up five guys.

While they were gone I moved downstairs. I thought maybe sitting up would make me feel better. And it may be did a little. But when James got home I was really hurting.

And it was really really hard to eat. I ate almost half my sandwich and was really happy because I wasn't hurting. But then all of a sudden it hit me so hard I seriously thought I was going to throw up. It was very scary. Everything felt very very focused on the pain I was feeling.

I would sip my drink and breathe through it. And eventually was able to finish my sandwich. And the pain went away. I still feel just this side of nausea but no more pain at least.

Me and James are upstairs now. Painting our nails. Sweetp wants to be in here too but hates the smell so he's sitting in the doorway.

I was very ready to go to sleep. No field trip group tomorrow. Just camp stuff. I hope there are fun things for me to do.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. I love you all. Until next time.

[geodethecrow]

Funny story about the gallon of vinegar.

When i went back to school after a year off because of covid, I was at that point on the r/hydrohomies subreddit. And because it was still 2021, all of the water fountains at the school (my during-day water source in previous years) were off, and somehow all the water now tasted like sulfur and iron.

So what did I do? I brought in a gallon of my pristine home water every day and drank it. At that time my pants had belt loops so i wore a belt and attached the jug via two carabiners to it. I was living the life.

Only problem was that.. milk jugs are weak. One would last about a week before it started leaking. This was okay, because my family was drinking a lot of milk at the time, but it was annoying.

However, the next year, during band camp iirc, I decided to start using a vinegar jug. We'd had an empty one sitting in our pantry for ages, so i washed it out and it was perfect. No vinegar taste left over.

And the thing about vinegar jugs is that they're strong. This thing lasted all school year. I got so many weird looks. Teachers and principals and kids on the bus asking "OMG ARE YOU DRINKING VINEGAR???" The sticker was in tatters but it was as sturdy as the day i started using it.

Eventually I got a good metal gallon jug that is still my baby, but I was still using the vinegar gallon for when I needed to transport 3 gallons up to drum corps rehearsal weekends (both the rehearsal site and the place i slept had shit water).

But then we did the overnight bus trip to the new jersey show, and the brass caption head (we do love him) had been hating on my vinegar jug all season, and when I accidentally forgot it at the rehearsal site when i was in a group that left before him, he fucking THREW IT AWAY.

Now i only use my metal one because the rehearsal site we're using this year has fantastic water. But up in my closet I have a new vinegar jugs and a second, more powerful, wiper fluid jug.

I am too powerful

nice lmao

sorry I don't have anything to add this is just funny