#IM A SIMPLE DYKE OKAY

[pearlandbrine]

uhhh they gotta find the uhhhuhhhh the nightclub aliens or whatever

[femmestuck]

ohhh im genuinely so happy to see you around again!! your porrim & kanaya art was one of the first things that made me feel okay loving my body when i first ran into your art as a teenager and i still go absolutely rabid for fat maryams to this day. hyper skinny porrim is a coward's porrim.

the very first thing i ever saw from you was you refusing to draw a skinny rose quartz, and you've lived rent free in my heart ever since ♥️

ODHFGOS OMG I REMEMBER THAT. WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME, A CONNOSEUIURIRE OF BIG BITCHES, THIS

i.a dore fat porrim she is so beautiful and so cool and i am a simple dyke and im so glad youre doing better now!!!!!!!!

[cowboyjen68]

Hey, hello, lesbian here. I wanna asked u, is "dyke" a insult? Whats the difference with butch? Lately someone told me that dykes originally wanted to pass as men, that is true? Im hispanic and latina so i don't know a lot about this terms bc these.are not really use in spanish. Thanks.

Take what I say as only from my personal experience. I did not (and will not ) google the hisory or read any academic papers or books on the subject.

I have many friends who are not butches that use dyke to describe themselves. It is a word that holds power because they know it originated as something slung at them from those who didn't like that we lived and thrived as lesbians. I know many women who do not use it and find it uncomfortable to hear it. It is almost always used as a self descriptor and not to talk about other lesbians unless they are explicitly okay with that.

It definitely is a word that was an insult and very much still can be from certain people. None of the women I know who use dyke (various age ranges) want to pass as men or feel they want to be men. In fact quite the opposite. The majority of them spent YEARS become comfortable as women who are not what society expects them to be.

Being called "dyke" out of hate or discomfort from others basically translated to being called "not woman" or "wrong kind of woman" or "fake man". It took my friends a lot of time and getting strengh from each other to realize they were internalizing the bullshit and forgetting that feeling bad about loving women was coming from outside and not a natural internal feeling.

They realized that using it for themselves took some of the power out of it. Akin to responding to someone yelling "DYKE!" with a simple "correct" or "okay" instead of giving a stronger reaction which is what the yeller wanted/expected. It is way less satisfying for a bully of any kind to get an apathetic reaction than to play into the aggression.

It is still an insult and those who direct it at women are dangerous on some level, even if they are cowardly in other ways. Be wary of any man who uses Dyke in any context. If it is word that rings true to you as a way to demand or exert power to the outside world than use it. Never use it in reference to other unless they have given explicit permission and let others know you if you feel uncomfortable being described as such.

I rarely use it except in the presence of many other lesbians who also use it. Lesbian or butch suite me better.

I hope this gives you a little insight.

[kaiokentimesten]

man im sorry ppl keep derailing ur men is suits post thats so lame :-( /gen like. im literally a dyke and its not that hard to not derail mlm posts not everything is abt you!! god

IM GOING INSANE CRAZYYYY LIKE THE POST DOESNT EVEN HAVE THAT MANY NOTES AND ITS GOTTEN DERAILED SO MANY TIMES 

Like. I am bisexual. I use that to describe both my sexuality and gender. ITS LITERALLY IN MY URL LIKE OF COURSE I THINK WOMEN IN SUITS ARE GREAT! 

But it’s like. As someone who is bisexual and so proud of it it’s really hard to see so many people go “yeah I’m bi I love women so much and I GUESS men are okay” like men are so so worthy of being loved. Everyone is and it says a lot to me I can’t make a single post about it without having to talk about other genders. If I wanted to talk about loving women, I would. Simple as that

[stvrs13]

Reconciled

part 4 of enough

ellie x fem reader

summary: young people are hanging out on the lake and that means you should be there, then there's this guy flirting with you and you didn't expect what happens next 👀

warnings: swearing, flirtatious behaviour

broken,hurt,dramatic,stupid,bitch. BITCH that's what ellie said, ' your the bitch here! ' her words keep repeating on your mind, from the time you woke up till you go to bed and sleep, all you think about is ellie and her words. why am i so madly obsessed and inlove with her?, you thought to yourself. You shove your thought and focus on what Maria said, " y/n are you there, hey! " maria taps your shoulder, " yeah yeah " " well are you coming this afternoon ? " she asked, " yeah " " damn, are you okay? you've been acting weird sweet pea. " " i- no yeah im good " " i can tell " you scoff, " just thinking about stuffs " " let me know if you wanna talk about it, okay? i'll see you around. " maria then walk away from your porch. You went inside to prepare yourself for the afternoon.

- afternoon -

you've been overthinking again about what will happened on the lake, maybe ellie is there? probably not. sure you've seen ellie sometimes, on the stables or just at the street but you two never talk nor made eye contact, whenever she sees you, she would be aggressive and walk away. Your thoughts were cut by seeing the clock, telling you to dress up and go to the lake. You sat up from your bed and walk towards the closet, hmm what should i wear? seeing a simple navy blue dress, you put it on and walk towards the mirror, tying your hair into a braid and wore flats, you look at the mirror for the last time. alright dont act stupid again. you thought to yourself and walk towards the door, heading to the lake now. - lake - As you arrived, you see a lot of young people chattering. some are already drunk and some are making out. pssh. you continue to look around and spotted ellie leaning against a tree while drinking something, she made eye contact but you immediately look away, remembering the kiss while you both have an argument. damn it stop it. you walked towards the table to find something to drink when dina startled you. " hey y/n, long time no see " you flickered, turning your body towards her, " hey dina, i- are you okay? " you asked her while examining her slight sad expression. " uh yeah just- just that, ellie and i broke up. " oh cool..? " sorry to hear that " " its fine, how are you? " " pretty good " why did i say that? " good to hear, you know i've heard elton talking about you, thinking that your cute. " she said while nudging her elbow to your arms. " oh didn't know that hahaha " you awkwardly laugh. " hey there " an unfamiliar voice appears, you look at the person, seeing elton a little drunk. " hey elton, i'll see you guys around " dina said while walking away from the both of you, winking. " so do you have a boyfriend? girlfriend? " elton randomly asked. " uh no " " why does a sexy girl like you doesnt have someone? " " uh i- i dont know " you said while looking at your cup. unbeknownst, elton grabs your waist and pull you closer, " i can be that someone " he whispers. feeling uncomfortable you pulled away from his presence and look around. help need to get away from this. deciding to walk away, you tried but elton suddenly grabs your wrist, " where do you think your going baby? let's have fun. " " let me go! " you tried to pull away your wrist but his grip tighten. He leads you towards the bathroom, but before he could open the bathroom door, a fist smash his face. seeing the person who punches him was ellie. oh ellie. " what the fuck is your problem?! " elton says, letting go of your wrist. " let her go, you asshole! " ellie mutters and smash her fist at the guy's face again. elton laughs while touching his cheeks, realizing it bleeds. he then look at you and said, " so who's this? your saviour? a dyke? very funny. a bitch like her is not worth it for y-" you interrupt him by slapping his face. " shut the fuck up " " you slut!! " before he could smash his fist to yours, ellie immediately block you, punching her instead. ellie stumbles backwards but manage to smash her fist against elton's face leading elton to drop on the floor. " what is happening here? " tommy came to the scene from out of nowhere. " ask that dickhead " ellie said while intertwining her fingers with yours leading you away from elton. You both stop under a tree and she sat down on the grass, " are you okay? " she ask you. " yeah,you? " you said while locking your e/c eyes with her gorgeous green eyes. oh the way her green eyes lit because of the afternoon sun. " me too " " i dont think so " " im fine y/n, as long as your good im good " she said, playing with the grass. blushing to what she said, damn it. you sat down beside her and ask, " why? " she look at you " his not worth it " taken aback to what she said, " oh so you control my dating life now? " you ask furrowing your brows, looking at her. " no " " but that's what it sound like ellie, what do you want?" " i- im just protecting you,

okay? " she admits it, putting her hands on her face. " i just dont want you to be hurt. " " well you failed, ellie. you hurt me enough. " " i know! and i regret that, i didn't meant what i said about last time. " she said, her hands still on her face. sighing, you look at her as she look up and lock her eyes with yours. " sorry, i didn't meant what i said too. i shouldn't felt that way, i was being stupid. its all my fault. " you said while looking away, tears starting to form in your eyes. she gently wrap her arms around your shoulder. " its not your fault. " she said, gently pulling away. you smiled at her, " so uh friends again? " she asked, scratching the back of her neck. friends yeah we can work with that. " sure " you grinned. from that day, you both became closer and closer. until....

part 5? 🤔

a/n: hey everyone, sorry it got delayed, i edited this on website because the app itself is idk wont let me post my fanfic. hope u guys enjoy it and stay safe. 🎡🐝

@akami-senpai , @peachymelon69 🎇🌻

[cowboyjimkirk]

maybe nb anon (gender dysphoria tw?)- think i mightve sent the ask to some1 else. mysterious. but basically…im afab & always just went w she/her bc idc v much/its easier & bc there are times i do rly like looking/feeling fem (& times i hate myself for not looking fem enough). but there are also times i catch myself wishing 4 a male body & admiring a more masculine look on myself (not just bc male privilege i dont think), & generally i dont feel v fem? but ig that cld just be the rigid gender roles/expectations that dont fit? i mean since i don’t feel over-strongly abt this, what right do i have to complain/wonder—ig that would prob just make me she/her, since i dont Loathe the concept of being aligned with women. & maybe my being sapphic plays into this too. but idk. hm. ik u cant answer this For me, but are these experiences at least familiar to u/anyone who might be reading this?

hey! so first, you shouldn’t feel so guilty about this. questioning your identity is healthy and good and we should all do it more often. you’re not appropriating someone else’s struggle or perpetuating gender constructs; you’re trying to figure out who you are.

i’m cis and not qualified to help you with gender stuff, but i did some similar angsting while figuring out i was a lesbian. id politics sometimes gets us mixed up and makes it feel like the simple act of questioning our gender or sexuality is a form encroaching on a marginalized group’s space. it’s not. you’re not. you’re just questioning and that’s awesome!

what helped me was following lesbian blogs, engaging with lesbian media, interacting with lesbian people...just generally dyking it up. i’d known for a while that the bisexual identity didn’t fit, but i wasn’t ready to run headlong into lesbianism. it felt like too great a leap, too bold, too irrevocable, and too big a transgression if i turned out to be wrong.

it took me several months of questioning to finally say “oh, wait. i am a lesbian.” but it was like an exhale after years of holding it in. i finally got to be a lesbian; i didn’t feel guilty anymore.

and it’s worth mentioning that, even though i’m happy and secure with my identity now, i still question it from time to time. like i said, it’s healthy and good and we should all do it.

so i guess my advice is to question all you want. talk to nb people and other trans people. follow trans blogs and read trans literature. think about gender and sexuality and try to figure out what fits.

and even if you do all this and come back realizing that you’re not nb, that’s okay too! you’ll have an enriched understanding of gender and your place in it. you’ll know yourself better, and that’s always worth the work.

if any nb or other trans people want to add to this/share their experience/impart wisdom, please do!!!

[dyketitties]

Okay not to be this person but can you do all 30 for the ask thingy 🥺

literally fine but only bc u did the cute emoji

1. describe your idea of a perfect date

literally a picnic basuhdbsuwgd I dream about going on picnics with cute girls its so simple but so cute

2. whats your “type”

literally don’t have one

3. do you want kids?

yessss, I want at least two (:

4. if you do, will you adopt or use some other form of child birth?

hmm I think id adopt one but also I want a mid of my own but like,,, would never wanna experience pregnancy lol.

6. describe your experience having sex for the first time (were you nervous? or was it easy peasy?)

hah

7. are you a morning time gay or night time gay?

already answered

8. opinion on nap dates?

sexy

9. opinion on brown eyes?

LOVE

10. dog gay or cat gay?

answered already

11. would you ever date someone who owned rodents or reptiles?

ofc I love those bitches

12. whats a turn off you look for before you start officially dating someone

bad hygiene for one lol but also its kind of a turn off if they don’t ever wanna go out and do things idk I like to be out and about

13. what is a misconception you had about lgb people before you realized you were one?

usghdugdf when I was a kid I was like haha wtf do lesbians even do rub their coochies together lmfaoooo

14. what is a piece of advice you would give to your younger self

15. (if attracted to more than one gender) do you have different “types” for different genders?

I am dyke

16. who is an ex you regret?

17. night club gay or cafe gay?

answered

18. who is one person you would “go straight” for

lmfaooo absolutely no one im sorry but I could never

19. video game gay, book gay, or movie gay?

all three? I have no life lol

20. favourite gay ship (canon or not)

ummmm I don’t rly like.. ship things? lol I don’t really attach myself to characters

21. favourite gay youtuber

not much of a YouTube person

22. have you ever unknowingly asked out a straight person?

no but I always accidentally flirt w them

23. have you ever been in love?

nah

24. have you ever been heartbroken?

if I have I’ve blocked it from my memory

25. how do you determine if you want to be them or be with someone

I have no idea what this question is asking lmao

26. favourite lgb musician/band

gosh honestly I don’t really listen to any lgbt artists siaduhbdu im sorry

27. what is a piece of advice you have for young / baby gays

to take your time accepting who you are and its not a rush to find your identity but also like don’t be afraid to be yourself bc it always feels so much better to

28. are you out? if so how did you come out

well I fucking thought I was lmao and I feel its pretty obvious. when people assume im straight I always get scared to correct them and like,,, everyone I work with thinks im straight lol rip so idk I tell people that I want to tell

29. what is the most uncomfortable / strange coming out experience you have

hmm as soon as I started presenting myself masculinely people started treating me worse and idk it came as a shock

30. what is a piece of advice for people who may not be in a safe place to express their sexuality

I’ve never really been in this position so I wouldn’t be much help im sorry ): don’t wanna give bad advice

[enigmakkuma]

alright.

fine.

here.

im doing this.

this is a mindless self indulgence fanfiction i wrote almost a year from now. i was not a stan at this time. i wrote this fanfiction in a day. eventually, instead of deleting it, i orphaned the work. let’s be honest, i didn’t want this one to go to waste, unlike my old gross mcr ones which are gone forever, and deserve to be. i had remembered i wrote this fic a month ago, found it, and showed it to my friend violet. to my bitch ass dyke surprise turns out he’s read this before and to this day still thinks my shit is good.

so here it is.

sue me.

Jimmy rubs his foot on Steve's leg, desperately attempting to make friction with each thrust of his ankle. He bites his bottom lip, restraining an inappropriate moan as he and Steve are watching a montage of poorly made pornos again, all thanks to the good idea of stealing VHS tapes, sticky with the fluid from the old pervert downstairs. Steve notices finally, and Jimmy's eyes darken.

"Whoa. Dude, you okay?" Steve gasps. Jimmy giggles.

"... 'M fine, Steve," he lies. "Just... feeling... ways..."

Of course Jimmy is feeling ways. He has been horny ever since this morning, and nearly every ten minutes he gets hard by just the look of Steve's face. He does everything he can to get off without Lindsey and Jennifer looking at him. He has grinded his hips against the cushions of the new leather couch steadily the other day while watching Performance for the fortieth time. He crosses his legs and lock them into place while Steve mouths lyrics to a sexual, maybe deadly-sinful Prince song in the car. Whenever he earns the time to, under the covers of his bed, he touches himself violently, back arching and muscles spasming irregularly. The two girls know Jimmy is a vile, replusive, yet lovable sex-driven fuck, but the man never really wants them to know about his true desires.

"Yeah, I can tell," Steve scoffs, voice raspy from a small, yet quickly fading fatigue. "You kept on eyefucking me this entire day. You're horny, aren't you?"

"More than that," Jimmy moans. "I feel... slutty..." His cheeks warm up and his neck and shoulders turn red. Every single bit of him becomes sensitive and greedy for touch and salivated kisses. He needs Steve's dick, and he needs Steve's dick now, but the man needs more information than just a simple ecstasy fuckfest. Righ wants to give Jimmy the proper fucking.

"How slutty?" Steve pauses the sex tape. He licks the head of the remote to drive Jimmy wild. And it does.

"Bad." The word pastes itself on Steve's tongue, even though his lips are sewn shut like a baby girl's doll. Jimmy begins to crawl up to Steve, slowly, seductively. "I want it hard... rough... fast. Kitty will be here any minute with Lindsey. Hurry up and fuck me... Please."

"Please?" Steve raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, please, yes! I'll be a good boy for you. I'll satisfy your needs. I'll kiss you from head to toe. I'll tie myself up and be your little fuckslut. Let me dress up like a schoolgirl and spank myself from the back with a fucking meter stick when you thrust into me deep... goddamn it, Steve... I want you."

Jimmy would continue to ramble, but then Steve leads him quick to the wall and unbuttons his pants and pulls them down. Not to his surprise, Jimmy did not wear underwear so he just lets the man jump out of his black jeans. When he does, Steve slams Jimmy's back onto the wall once again and the man throws his head back, legs wrapped around Steve's waist tightly. Steve fumbles with the zipper of his jeans, but he doesn't fully pull his pants down. He slides them off so that his dick would spring free. Jimmy's hand reaches a condom in Steve's pocket, putting it between his teeth seductively.

"What do you say?" Steve murmurs.

"Thank you, Daddy," Jimmy moans with a smile. Steve smirks and gets sprung in his fucking pants.

Steve uses his teeth as well to take the condom from Jimmy's mouth but surprisingly rip the wrapper apart as well. Before the actual condom could fall off from the paper gold package, he caught it with a swift palm and rapidly put it on himself.

"Are you ready?" Steve heavily breathes.

"Yes, Daddy." replies Jimmy. He leans in for a big kiss but it's not long enough when his lips push away from Steve's as he drives himself into him, making a high-pitched moan emerge from the deep bottom of Jimmy's throat.

 "Oh, Daddy..."

Steve moves fast, and he goes faster as Jimmy's hands don't seem to quit tip-toeing around his skin. His fingertips press onto Steve's skin but then his nails dig into his arms and scratch up to his shoulders and back all in one. Steve lets out heavy groans as he moves, his hands now hugging Jimmy and not letting go. Jimmy practically bounces onto Steve now, his lips so close to his. Hunger and saliva rises in him, and he eventually cannot take it anymore.

"Kiss me. Please," he whines. Steve's lips crashes onto his, tongue swirling in his mouth like a fucking tornado, spiraling uncontrollably. Jimmy kisses him back ever so passionately and softly, but Steve's lips in return push hard and sensual.

Jimmy's tongue kisses Steve's lips, and the two French kiss that makes them both harder than they already are. The session is so fucking sexy that Steve's hips buck up and goes deeper in Jimmy and Jimmy moans loudly in his mouth.

Steve's teeth find Jimmy's pink, bruised bottom lip and they tug onto the peachy, nearly purple skin, and the two look at each other deep in the eyes. Steve pulls back and then Jimmy begins to almost fucking scream.

"Fuck! Fuck, Steve, I'm gonna come," Jimmy groans.

"Ah, shit... me too," grunts Steve, his nails digging into Jimmy's shoulders now. Then, the two land on the bed again, and in a few more thrusts, the two both come. Jimmy shudders as he feels himself come all over his stomach. Steve arches his back a little and he rides out his orgasm, still moving inside of Jimmy. The man whimpers from the oversimulation but the overwhelming touch doesn't last forever. Steve quickly pulls out and kisses Jimmy again, exchanging tongues and teaspoons of saliva.

"Fuck, man, you're gross!" Jimmy laughs, pulling his mouth off his. "Goddamn, Steve... I never knew what you were capable of."

Steve chuckles a little, runs his fingers through Jimmy's hair, then says, "Baby... you do not know what I am capable of."

"I don't," Jimmy excitedly, curiously giggles. "One day, can you show me more?"

Steve shrugs. "Maybe. It depends."

"Well, based off today..." Jimmy says, his index finger tracing his lines of Steve's perfect lips. "'It depends' will not be a motherfucking option."

Steve smirks again.

[theumfathomabeltrisha]

★★

Im looking for a Penpal/Internet friend. Feb-12-18

Needing someone I can talk to without annoying and hype each other up constantly. I just need someone to be honest. Im a simple blogger who’s half hispanic with a little Japanese and white. 

Music.

Simple really I have so much love for music in general its honestly insane. Favorite band right now is. The Decline following, Brand new, I like a lot of lo-fi and chill beats I listen to Anime vibes on a constant. The Gorillaz, Weathers, The lumineers, Zebra head. Sooo many more I could go on for days. 

Likes, Im an artist and love watercolors. My unfathomable love for Naruto has taken over my life for the past 10 years. I run four Naruto rp blogs. i love writing and reading so ID LOVE snail mail. Movies are my go too. Eating too much is my habit and I love giving affection i’m literally a 5ft love machine. 

if you're a fellow Wiccan I would absolutely love to share our paths together Im not looking for any specific gender or anything I just really want a pal to be able to talk to tbh. I dont have the most interesting life but I know that I put a lot of effort into my friendships and relationships in general

My name is Trisha and im 5ft exactly. I love the color Pink and Lavender, I love cutesy things and dark themed things as well as korean fashion. I live in the US specifically in Washington. Im attending college early since Im on 17 and have a lot of free time on my hands. Looking for people 16-20 who share an open mind and love to just talk.

You can take me on any route and I can go on for hours on why I think the way I do, I love the what if’s and the buts. -heh butts- Its insane to think that people cant hold a conversation. I also love shows like Law in order SVU -ONLY SVU- and rob dyke on youtube. I also love video games. AGH THERES SO MUCH TO EXPLAIN. 

Okay Okay most important thing about me is that im a very caring person. I love everyone and try my best to be the voice of reason, I hate conflict and try to mend ties broken between anything. Like I said im just a love machine. If you want to be my penpal/internet friend feel free to email me or message me here or on instagram! I really hope this works ;u;.

Trishalovestein89@gmail.com

Insta: Trishasonfire

[itsallavengers]

do you have any fluffy peter & tony headcanons or anything tbh because im having a horrible day and im so anxious i feel like im gonna explode

(Okay I told myself I was gonna take a break from writing today but u know what. U deserve Good Tony and Peter Writing so,,,,I’m gonna do my best with that. Hope u feel better soon my friend, and I hope this helps in some way x)

His hands were shaking against the prompt cards he held in an iron-clad grip.

It was stupid, really. Ridiculous. He’d battled monsters and stopped bombs and yet here he was, getting worked up over a damn science presentation.

And there wasn’t even any reason why. He was good at science. Brilliant, if he did say so himself. And the whole school was full of science nerds like him, so it wasn’t as if he was going to get laughed off stage, either.

So why the damn hell did he feel so…awful?

Pull yourself together, Spiderman, he told himself, shaking his head a little and peaking out from behind the wings to watch the speech that was currently being given by another of his classmates. It was a mandatory thing in order for everyone to get a grade. Each of them had to present an idea or a theory to the rest of their year and put points that were for and against it. At the end, other kids asked questions, drilled you, probably started giggling and whispering if you couldn’t answer one of their godawful comments-

Ugh. He felt vaguely sick.

He’d been on edge the whole day just thinking about it. There were, what, a hundred faces, maybe more, in the audience? Including Flash, who was sat at the back, just waiting for Peter to slip up so he could laugh loudly or boo or something.

He could barely even think straight. His mind was all fuzzy and his palms were too sweaty. It felt like his lungs weren’t working properly anymore.

This sucked.

“Hey kid,”

Peter jerked wildly as someone stepped up to his shoulder. God, he’d been so out of it he hadn’t even heard them, what the hell was wrong with him-

“I- uh, hi Mr-” he turned, looking over and expecting to see a teacher. 

“Tony?” he said incredulously, as his brain registered the tinted yellow glasses and carefully sculpted van dyke.

“The one and only,” Tony replied absently, as he peered out through the wings and looked at the boy onstage, “you next?” He asked.

“I…what-you-how?” Peter spluttered, “what are you doing here?”

Tony looked at him, before shrugging. If Peter wasn’t mistaken, he almost looked sheepish. “You mentioned this thing, uh, a few days ago in the labs? I didn’t have anything on, so I though I’d come, show a bit of moral support, you know the drill,” he muttered. “How you feeling? You ready? Nervous?”

Peter opened his mouth, but the assurance failed to come out. He was a notoriously bad liar, after all. Plus, his vocal cords didn’t really seem to be working very well right now. Which, considering what he was about to go up and do, was Very Very Bad.

Tony looked him up and down, noting the quivering hands, slightly green face and general expression of terror before sighing and pulling the sunglasses off his nose in order to place them on the bridge of Peter’s. “Okay, Peter, today you are not Peter. Today, you are me, and I am about to give a heart-raising, mind-blowing, showstopping speech on…” he peered down, reading the top of Peter’s card, “effective and innovative designs to contribute toward a greener society,” 

Peter just nodded, looking up at Tony through the yellow lenses.

“First thing,” Tony began, raising a hand and wandering backward, before gesturing around the place, “you gotta own the room, kid. Movement is important. Hands, feet, eyes- don’t just stand there like a lemon and read off the prompts. You wanna get a good grade? You engage the audience,” he stepped forward, pointing at Peter’s eye, and then his own, “eye contact. Always do the eye contact. Kinda terrifying, admittedly, but you only need to do it for a second. You’re not gonna stare em down like they’re trying to rob a bank here, okay, you’re just catching their eye. Showing them you’re focused, like you’re talking to them specifically. Keep moving around, look at everyone.”

He stopped. Grabbed Peter’s shoulder. “So, Mr Stark, how do you begin your speech?”

Peter stopped, caught off guard like a rabbit in the headlights. “Uhhhhh-”

“Okay, well for starters, I definitely don’t do that,” Tony shook his head, pushing the glasses a little further up Peter’s nose as they began to slip down. “You wanna begin with something simple. Casual. This isn’t a funeral service. You’re just putting an idea across. ‘hello everybody’ will suffice. I’d say open with a joke, but I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”

Peter had to agree on that one. He took another look over to the side, and noticed the boy was beginning to wrap up. 

Oh, hell. He was next.

Tony noticed, too, and he let his other hand rest on Peter’s shoulder as well, so that he was gripping Peter between both hands. “Listen, kid. Stick to the basics. Eye contact. Movement. Keep it light, and don’t focus too hard on individuals. It’ll only freak you out. You’re gonna do great, kid. Honestly, you’re definitely the smartest one out there, you got nothing to worry about.”

“People are gonna laugh,” Peter muttered, looking down at his feet. God, Flash- Flash was gonna be a total ass, he could predict it perfectly. Peter would pause, just for a moment, and Flash would do something stupid like laugh or make a stupid noise and then it would throw Peter off-

“No-one’s gonna laugh, Kid,” Tony said, before his eyes narrowed. “Unless there’s someone who’s planning on ruining it for you. Is there?”

“I dunno, Flash said some stuff earlier, but… I dunno,” Peter mumbled, biting his lip. He wished he’d been ill today. Or HYDRA had decided to attack a Macy’s or something. At least that would have been a genuine excuse.

“Flash, huh?” Tony mused quietly, peering out into the audience, “greasy looking pussy at the back, right?”

Peter laughed nervously, nodding. “Uh, yeah, that’s the one.”

Tony pulled a face, and then nodded to himself. “Okay. Okay, cool. Well listen, I’ll make sure Flash isn’t a problem, alright? Don’t worry about him.”

A sudden wave of applause filled the auditorium, and signalled Peter’s turn up. 

“Big breath. Come on, you’ll kick ass. You’re Spiderman. Or you can be me, just for a few minutes, if that’ll make it easier,” Tony assured him, patting his cheek  and smiling.

“-And now, it is my great pleasure to present to you, Peter Parker!” The Principal announced, and another round of applause burst out.

Okay. Showtime.

“Wait, kid, sunglasses!” Tony caught him before he could move, sliding them back off his face with a grin, “they’re a tad too big for you. Don’t want them sliding off whilst you’re deep in the middle of solving the world’s energy crisis.”

Peter huffed out a nervous laugh, and then did as Tony said, taking a long, deep breath before turning away and walking slowly toward the main stage.

He could do this. Tony did it all the time. He could be Tony, just for five and a half minutes, right? Tony had said he could.

His hands were still shaking a little as he stepped in front of everyone, but he felt a little braver. A little prouder. Maybe even confident.

At the back of the hall, he watched Tony slip in through the doors, more inconspicuous than Peter had ever seen him as he wandered toward the back row and grabbed a chair, leaning over the back of it and whispering something into-

Peter sighed, unable to hold back the little grin of satisfaction as Flash’s head turned to look up at him, eyes widening in a hilarious fashion as he realised, yet again, he was being told off by Tony Stark.

It was even more amusing to watch the colour drain from his face as Tony continued to whisper in his ear. He watched as Flash nodded a little jerkily, and then Tony smiled, before stepping back and leaning against the back wall, right in the middle where Peter could see him.

He grinned up when Peter made eye contact, and Peter smiled back.

He could do this.

“You did it!” 

Peter turned, smile on his face as he watched Tony jog up toward him, hands raised in a thumbs-up as he grinned over. Luckily, the presentation had been at the last period, and so Peter was free to get the fuck out and finally relax for the first time that day.

“Yeah- I think it went...well,” Peter admitted happily.

 Tony pulled a face, letting his arm fall across Peter’s shoulders and squeeze. “Uhm, you did more than ‘well’, kid- you totally blew everyone else out of the water.”

“You didn’t even see everyone else, Tony.”

He felt the shrugging gesture Tony made beside him. “I’m gonna go ahead and assume here, kid. You were great. Very Tony Stark-ish. Except with less narcissism and more genuine-ness, y’know? Never would’ve guessed you were nervous.”

Peter grimaced. “I thought I was gonna throw up the entire time.”

“Well then, you are a remarkable actor, Mr Parker,” Tony told him, “hey, how about doing my speech for me this weekend at the charity gala I am being forcibly blackmailed into attending? I have a busy schedule of sleeping and eating and I don’t want it disturbed.”

Peter laughed, giving Tony a shove, “thanks, but if it’s all the same with you, I’m never going to give a speech ever again. That was crazy. Everyone stares at you. What the hell?”

“Yeah, when you’re the only person talking in a huge auditorium, people tend to do that,” Tony huffed, shaking his head, “so damn rude of them.”

“It really is,” Peter agreed, hiking his bag up a little further on to his shoulder before turning to tony, a grin beginning to form on his face. “Hey- what did you tell Flash, by the way?”

Tony tapped his nose secretively. “None of your business.”

“Aw, come on, I see him most, it’s more my business than yours.”

“Hey, maybe I just like him. Maybe I was having a catch up, Peter, huh? You’re not special, I might be secretly mentoring him, too.”

Peter rolled his eyes, shoving Tony playfully and then grabbing his arm before he went careering to the floor. “Whoops- superstrength.”

“That was a threat, wasn’t it? I feel threatened. Again. Physical threats, this time, too- it’s getting worse-”

“Tony,” Peter whined frustratedly, “please tell me.”

Tony stopped, hand half-way to reaching his car door before turning to look back at Peter. “I told him if he made a single sound, I’d hack the school system and turn all his A* into C’s,” he admitted, before adding “is that bad? I don’t know- I tend to threaten both adults and kids alike, what can I say, I’m all about equality,” 

Peter watched, smile on his face as Tony jumped into his car and pulled his shades back on. “You did good, kid. I’ll see you ‘round,” he said, shooting Peter another thumbs up before revving the engine and pulling out of the car park.

Peter watched, shaking his head fondly. He felt kinda exhausted- the day had been stressful as fuck, and it had taken it out of him. But hey- at least it was over. And at least it hadn’t turned into a full-blown panic attack, either. That would’ve just been embarrassing.

“Thanks, Tony,” Peter muttered, waving cheerily over at a still rather horrified looking Flash from across the road before beginning to make his way down the drive.

“Wait. You got a lift?”

Peter turned, watching as Tony reversed back to him and raised an eyebrow at him curiously from the open window.

“Sorry, I don’t get in cars with strangers,” Peter deadpanned, beginning to walk forward again, hiding a fond grin as Tony just rolled forward and followed him.

“Uhh,” Tony made a face, turning around and shuffling in his car for a second before pulling out something. It was a bag of kisses, a few of them already eaten, with the wrappers thrown back in the bag. “I got candy?”

Peter broke his deadpan stare a second later, in order to laugh. Tony was a fucking idiot, honestly. “Right, okay, I’ve been convinced,” he declared, before sliding over the bonnet and opening the door on the other side.

As soon as he’d fallen in, Tony flicked him on the ear. “Ow!” He yelped, looking betrayed.

“Don’t slide your dirty school jeans over my car, you heathen,” Tony scolded, before turning back to the road and stepping on accelerate. “And don’t touch my radio. We’re listening to my music, not yours.”

Peter groaned, “ugh, but your music taste is-”

“Unless you want to get forcibly removed from this vehicle, I suggest you quit running your mouth, boy,” 

Peter looked over to him. There was silence for a stretch, before Peter muttered, ��Metallica sucks.”

“RIGHT,” Tony pulled his sunglasses off, chucking them at Peter’s chest and then moving his hand to the dash where all his modified features sat, “that’s it, you’re getting ejected, buh-bye demon child-”

“TONY NO I’M SORRY I DIDN’T M-”

[dancingonastring]

1, 12, 14, 30

1. describe your idea of a perfect date

okay there’s two main options here:

1, a go out and do something date: LEMME TAKE A GIRL TO A SHOW. like it really would be that simple. let me just sit in a theatre and hold a girl’s hand and stare at her during the love songs and sappy shit like that. and maybe go grab some ice cream or something afterwards.

2, a stay in kinda date: lets like bake cookies or something and then eat them all while cuddling on a couch and watching a movie or something. like just feed me sugar and hug me for a solid hour, that is all i want. I am a dyke desperate for basic domesticity.

12. whats a turn off you look for before you start officially dating someone

idk being an asshole? 

republican views?

thinking dogs are better than cats?

14. what is a piece of advice you would give to your younger self 

stop trying to force crushes on guys. there’s a reason it’s not working honey. 

30. what is a piece of advice for people who may not be in a safe place to express their sexuality

find little ways to remind yourself. I’m still not out with most of my family and it’s hard af but having little inconspicuous things that have meaning for me but aren’t gay on their own is a simple way for me to feel more secure in myself.

I have a necklace that I wear when I go home that is nothing more than a heart charm. It’s nothing anyone bats an eye at. But that heart was given to me by an older woman at my first pride parade. She walked past me with her group and then she turned and walked back to me, pulled it out of her pocket and pressed it into my hand before jogging to catch up with her group without saying a word. When I’m struggling at home i can reach up and touch that heart and be reminded of that moment and the safety it made me feel. No one else notices it as anything more than a junky piece of jewelry.

At this time of year, I take as many opportunities as I can to wear ghosts. To everyone else it’s just a halloween thing, but to me it’s a little subtle nod to my love for ghostbusters, which is a very gay thing for many of us. 

little silly things like that just help me to stay grounded a little in who i am and what i feel when im around people i cant be open about it with.