#Mate she's gay

[korrolrezni]

Oh, Owen. You sweet, summer child.l <3

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

good night and sweet dreams to the best, sexiest, sluttiest, smartest, realest, most based, valid, relatable, girlipop, sympathetic, cunt, fun, cool, feminist, aspirational girlboss character in dead boy detectives: doll spider <3

good night to her and no one else. i hope the rest of y’all have a bad night and terrible dreams.

[moonytoast-x]

my friend just revealed that she thinks snape was a good person, and she ships snily and now I don't know if we can be friends anymore

[positivityjediprince]

No one:

Literally no one:

Lily's Garden: In the garden there is a secret underground temple made by an old secret group who fought corruption (but now are a chess society), two of Lily's friends accidentally got stuck in the temple, the cat (who may or may not be a reincarnation of the great grandmother) showed Lily how to rescue them.

They have now deliberately trapped a potential secret agent down there to find out why he's been spying on them.

[karlachismylife]

I saw your post about your gender feelings. Hang in there, bud.

If it helps, I was once told that no cis person ever questions "what they are", they just are. I get the imposter syndrome though, and the disconnect between your day to day and a small haven of peace where you can be yourself. I come from a conservative background, without any of the queer influences I enjoy today.

We're constantly growing, constantly learning new things about ourselves; I think that's part of the journey of being queer, rather than any indication you don't belong or aren't queer enough. You have a significant added challenge in exploring too and I hope one day they're gone. Much love and solidarity to queer Russians. 💜🤍💛💚

Already was on the brink of tears and now am crying, mate

Thank you, that thing about cis people not questioning kinda helped actually. I was told same about mental health issues (at least those can be confirmed with a paper and a stamp, huh). So i guess yeah. True. It's just the terf rhethoric about being confused and actually just seeking a way around patriarchy and all that bullshit that gets under my skin.

I'm happy you're free from those things in your past though, gonna live out my gay dreams through you and your art then, lol <3

I think another thing that is gnawing at me is that I am actually priviledged (and/or lucky). I had a lot of queer experiences that many other queer people here are absolutely robbed of. So it feels as if I'm kinda taking what they deserve more. Or that I can't be grateful enough for being able to have these things while others can't because I'm out here not even knowing what I am.

Anyway. Love wins. And we're here, proud and queer.

Love you 1969 times, thank you.

[jacqcrisis]

Okay, this idea compelled me so here's a bad end to Left Turn, but instead of the inciting incident being at the end of the story, it's before it ever even began where Zeke and Caleb never met.

So, Zeke gets caught during his initial escape attempt from his commune and they immediately send him off to one in western Oklahoma for fear he'll try again. There, he's kept on a tight leash, goes through a pretty awful indoctrination re-education, and gets paired up with a local girl once he seems subdued enough. He's absolutely miserable, of course, prone to avoiding most of his new commune and his soon to be bride while also making a few escape attempts that go nowhere and gaining a reputation for being a rude argumentative jackass.

Forced into marriage, he has two kids, the only times he's touched his wife after vague threats from the commune patriarch and copious amounts of alcohol, but something about having children to care for makes him calm a little. On top of that, he's a dedicated husband, doing everything he can to be good to his mate to make up for the intimacy he cannot give her, as it is in no way her fault for the life hes been forced into. Despite ridicule from the other women in the commune and her own suffering in a sexless marriage, Zeke's wife willingly and openly goes to bat for him for being, at the very least, extremely caring and good with the children, something the other women can't attest to.

Despite this, Zeke still has a reputation and a nasty attitude toward the leadership of the commune who have blocked any kind of happiness from him. Hes in constant fights with the patriarch about what he's supposed to be doing and refuses to cooperate at the best of times, but overall, after nearly 20 years of being here, hes been worn down, not constantly trying to run away anymore since he needs to be there for his family. Thus, they trust him enough to go into the nearby have-not town to sell goods with the commune children, with supervision, which he finds a lot of joy in as he enjoys and yearns for the have-not's lifestyle, often daydreaming what it would be like to have not been a changeling and to be able to find a man and fall in love and have that like he's desperate for.

Enter, Caleb, a new physical therapist moving into town with his own three person family of himself, Brittany, and their daughter. Caleb gets pulled into the local witch coven pretty quick considering his regular office hours and his personable nature and his want to be away from his wife as much as possible. Its here he gets introduced to one of the duties the coven take on, which is checking up on the changeling commune monthly where they test out the wards that keep them off the map and recharge the various charms they use to keep up appearances and keep their members in check, including the masking charm Zeke uses to go into town.

And Zeke is enamored with him when they meet one fateful day as Caleb is getting introduced to the commune, never having a witch so boldy shake his hand considering they keep a fair distance, nor had one that attractive has ever looked him in the eye and engaged in small talk. He meets him again when he goes into town to sell, and again during those monthly visits, actively searching for him and not so subtly excited to talk to him, however awkwardly. This Zeke has that hard edge and he hasn't spent all that much time with people who aren't changelings so he comes off as weird and stilted and sarcastic but this Caleb guy takes it, works with, doesn't seem all that bothered (whether because he's nice or a people person or just kind of dumb are all likely possibilities).

They start meeting outside of these standard places, going on walks in the nearby hiking trails and in town as Zeke sneaks away from his handler and the kids selling goods. It's clear there's something between them, but Zekes not the same confident man as he is in canon and maybe the way Caleb is so loose about touching him and putting an arm around him is just how witches are with friends. There's a lot riding on reading it wrong, and Zeke may hate his life, but Caleb makes it better and he doesn't want to lose that even he's head over heels for this beefcake dumbass who likes to spend time with him for some reason.

Of course, it comes to a head, they sleep together, Zeke bites the fuck out of Caleb, there's a confession when Caleb comes back to see him, and together they gotta figure out a way to get Zeke and his family out safely while somehow navigating this new relationship. Idk, but I didn't get a lot sleep last night thinking about it.

[thexcount]

Ok I’ve been reading Acotar and have just finished the second book PLEASE TELL ME THERE IS ATLEAST ONE GAY PERSON. GIVE ME LESBIANS. YOURE TELLING ME IN A WORLD WHERE SPRING CAN BE ETERNAL THERE ARENT ANY QUEERS?!

[shamblz]

Oh wow I forgot my mum had said she'd started watching interview with the vampire

[geffenrecords]

the outsiders is hintons best work bc it doesn't have that dumbass awkward romance between the guy and the girl . like in most of them it's fine it's not a big deal but whatever the fuck was happening in taming the star runner was just pissing me off .

[waywardsalt]

so. i've had an idea for a warrior cats fanfiction story, and have spent the last few years hammering out characters, the clans, how they work, the story... a whole lot of stuff. i've tried writing it before, and right now i don't have a current draft of early chapters, but I did recently write out a scene from much later in the story, and i'm pretty happy with it, soooo... here! a warrior cats fic scene i wrote in like an hour a week ago

By the time she led ShadeClan to the Gathering site, Emberstar felt her anxieties lessen. Her foreleg ached from the effort of the journey, but she kept her head high. Beside her, Acornfall glanced back at their clan, then nodded over to Emberstar. He led the clan down into the Gathering hollow, and Emberstar padded over to the slope up to the leader’s perch. PineClan and CliffClan cats were already quietly milling about in the hollow, and up on the overhang she could see Lakestar and Wolfstar waiting. There was no MoorClan scent among the gathered cats.

              Emberstar made her way up the slope she’d seen Gorsestar and Froststar before her traverse. It was a thin path, slowly becoming steeper and steeper as she slunk closer to the overhang, finally reaching the steep, gravelly slope that led up to the leaders’ perch. Down at the base of the cliff, she could see Acornfall joining the other deputies with a polite nod of his head, and Troutfoot was carefully weaving her way through the crowd to meet with the other healers. Emberstar twitched her whiskers when Lakestar and Wolfstar noticed her. She crouched and tensed her back legs and leapt up the slope.

              It wasn’t enough to reach the top, but she reached out with her forepaw and sunk her claws into the loose gravel and dug her back paws into the ground to keep from slithering back down. She slowly inched forward, moving a kittenstep at a time, but she kept her eyes fixed on the other leaders, more determined than ashamed of herself. Emberstar forced herself up the slope, but her heart skipped a beat when the gravel under her paw proved too loose to get a good enough grip- so close to the top, too. What a shame she had no other forepaw to lash out and find a grip with.

              Emberstar felt herself begin to slide back down the slope, but a pair of jaws grasped her by the scruff and hoisted her up onto the overhang. She clawed at the grass and stumbled a step when let go and turned to meet Wolfstar’s amused gaze. “Careful there, three-paw,” the CliffClan leader gruffly purred. “It’s bad luck to fall at your first Gathering as leader.” She brushed past Emberstar to sit back down next to Lakestar.

              With a huff, Emberstar followed her with a shake of her pelt. “I appreciate your help, but I would have been fine on my own. I suppose I owe you now?”

              Wolfstar’s whiskers twitched. “Are you saying ShadeClan is now in CliffClan’s debt?”

              The young leaders stared at each other, then broke out into amused purrs. Lakestar rolled her eyes and wrapped her tail around her paws. “So, you are ShadeClan’s leader now, Emberstar? Or is it still Emberblaze?”

              “It is Emberstar now. I visited the Moon Cavern for my lives only a few sunrises ago.”

              “May StarClan light your path as leader, then.” Lakestar stiffly dipped her head. Despite the brusque words, there was genuine respect in her pale eyes.

              Wolfstar’s own eyes were still bright with humor. “You’ll be great, I know it. What happened to Froststar, then?”

              Emberstar narrowed her eyes and turned her gaze to the gathered cats. “I’ll explain that once the Gathering begins. MoorClan is late tonight.” She surveyed the crowd of cats, peering straight down at the huddled healers. Sitting with her back to her PineClan clanmates, Flarelight was sitting close to Troutfrost. After a moment, she gazed up at the overhang, and her eyes met Emberstar’s. Her eyes grew wide and she stared at her littermate for a long moment until another healer got her attention. Then, as if she’d seen nothing, Flarelight flicked her tail and joined the conversation. Her twitching tail-tip was the only hint that she was distracted. Emberstar blinked. She’d become leader so recently that not even the other healers knew, much less the other clans’ warriors. In the crowd of CliffClan cats, she spotted Sunscorch, sitting with his fur brushing Moonwhisper’s, his eyes wide and his body stiff while he stared at his sister up on the overhang.

              Poor Sunscorch, so softhearted under those honed claws and strong limbs- he was likely to take the news of Froststar’s death the hardest. Emberstar held his gaze, blinked slowly, and turned her head to the sky. The moon was nearly overhead, and still MoorClan was absent.

              “You ought to start the Gathering now,” Wolfstar growled to Lakestar. “It’s newleaf, after all, and if MoorClan’s late then they’re late.”

              “We should wait,” Emberstar sharply mewed. “This is my first Gathering as leader, so it would be disrespectful to me as well as MoorClan if we begin without them. It may anger StarClan as well,” she finished in a murmur, flicking her tail-tip up at the sky. Wolfstar just bushed out her stormy gray fur and huffed.

              Lakestar gazed up at the sky. Emberstar looked over at her. For so long, as an apprentice, as a warrior, as the deputy, she’d never dared to be so close to the cold PineClan leader. But now, she was barely a tail-length from the sleek silver tabby, and they sat as equals in standing. Lakestar was likely at less than nine lives and Emberstar was without a right foreleg, but they were equals nonetheless.

              She was knocked from her thoughts by Wolfstar headbutting her. The larger cat nearly shoved her off-balance. “Glad to see that we’re both finally up here. I was waiting to see when you’d catch up, three-paw.”

              Emberstar licked Wolfstar’s ear. “You know I must take things slower than you.”

              “Who’d you pick as deputy?” Wolfstar leaned over the edge to inspect the group of deputies. “Hm- Acornfall?”

              “He’s a good warrior. Older than me by four seasons, so I trust his advice and his skill.”

              “I thought you would have picked Lavenderflash. Or maybe Darknose, you two always seemed close.”

              Emberstar gazed down at Lavenderflash, spotting the pure-black molly quickly- she was almost certain there was obvious fondness in her eyes as she looked at her former apprentice. “Lavenderflash is… young and still training her first apprentice. She is a good, loyal warrior, but not fit to be deputy or eventual leader in my mind. And Darknose…” The tom was sitting at the edge of the crowd, alone. “He is a possibility, but he still mourns his brother even all these moons later, so I don’t know if he would be the best choice.”

              Wolfstar made a sniff of approval, then her gaze snapped to the far hill. A yowl rang out, and the three leaders pricked their ears and the cats in the hollow turned to see MoorClan finally arrive, led by Applestar. Emberstar sat stiffly until she spotted Glowflame in the crowd, side-by-side with Orangeclaw. He joined the cats in the hollow with his clan while Applestar broke off to climb up to the overhang, and he seemed to murmur something to Orangeclaw before she angled her ears up at Emberstar. Glowflame looked up and spotted her, and his jaw dropped open. Emberstar couldn’t help but let out a purr of affection for her brother as he gaped in amazement at her.

              Applestar greeted the other leaders when he finally joined them, nodding briefly at Emberstar, and hurriedly sat down next to Lakestar, his mottled fur standing up along his spine. The leaders gave the cats in the hollow a few moments to settle down. In that time, Emberstar saw her littermates make their ways through the crowd towards each other. By the time Lakestar threw back her head and yowled to signify the beginning of the Gathering, Flarelight, Sunscorch, and Glowflame sat huddled together with their eyes trained on their sister. Emberstar met their gazes for just a heartbeat and felt the final icicles of her anxiety melt away.

She then turned her head to watch Lakestar as she began to announce her clan’s news for the moon, and reminded herself of what she had to announce when it was her turn. She was ShadeClan’s leader, now. StarClan had approved of her. Emberstar lifted her chin and, with a deep breath, finally settled into her place at the head of her clan.

[arolesbianism]

I was abt to be like hey guys here's the clangen sprites for the main characters of spiraling upwards ^-^ but luckily I caught myself before I accidentally dropped some Massive spoilers by doing so lol. Anyways take Whimsygoose, Pumpkin, and Daisystar instead because they're so cutsies <3

[softandwildx]

I have been watching David Attenborough animal documentaries on TV all day and my one center theme I keep coming back to is did anyone ever think about asking the woman what she wanted or do y'all just perpetually fight for dominance over her without any other thoughts about her?

[nightly-ruse]

Emo boy emo boy. Or Breezepelt I guess he’s just emo boy

-Got a lot after his momma but still sleek traits like its tail, legs and back from Crowf. Also a mullet bc I wanted to

-Warm toned black to really bring out its amber eyes their also has really scarred ears. Gives off Rat vibes

-He has darker point marks with almost the exact same markings as its momma

-Breeze is such a grayromantic gay demiboy using he/they/it. Literally hate their name so much it should’ve been like Breezebite, Breezestrike, or Breezeswipe. Also like Breezeshade after the df

[buck-yyyy]

if ur gf a ronance truther?

oh god yes LMAO

[unfortunatelyilikebnha]

Yk how that one minivan strip showed that most of Misaki’s phone contacts are nicknames (besides Aichi, who’s just Aichi)? I think for the brief time Misaki had Kourin’s phone number in link joker she also had first name privileges.