#Pride month Day2

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Pride month Day2

Charlotte & Lizzie The Perfection (2018)

This movie is pretty messed up. Don't say I didn't warn you.

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#ActsofPride Day 2 - Spread love to the people in your life who need it most

Tumblr Creatr @nevhada shows what today’s #ActsofPride prompt means to her...

“Especially during this year’s Pride Month, I think it’s vital to put ourselves in other people’s shoes, try to understand and empathize with others and share love and support to those who need it the most. As Pride is not only a celebration -especially this year- it’s a fight and a revolution which we can only win if we start supporting each other and those who now need it more than ever. I pictured a group of young people of different genders, sexualities and backgrounds, who empower and support each other. Their differences bring them closer together. There is growth and improvement by listening, learning and embracing our differences. I believe love and acceptance can play a big role in our lives and society, so open your heart and share some love and support to those in your life who really need it right now.”

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Lesbian Pride

Day 2, Pride Month

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FrUk Week 2021: Day2

@hetaliashipsweek

Prompt: Childhood/Old Age

Paring: FrUk

Word Count: 2012

The Luckiest Man Alive

They had been married for fifty years. It still was hard for Arthur to believe. It wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful, but at the back of his mind, there had always been that lingering thought that Francis would finally notice all his shortcomings and leave him. At least over the years, that voice had quieted immensely and Arthur learned to allow himself to be happy without worrying that it would be taken away from him.

If someone had told five-year-old Arthur that the annoying little French boy in his class would eventually become his lover, he would have kicked them in the shins. No way he could ever like someone as snobbish as Francis. The boy never failed to insult Arthur’s ‘fashion sense’ or steal his pencils. Then again it probably didn’t help that Arthur had the tendency to pull Francis’ hair and steal his books. By the first grade, things had escalated to the point the two physically and verbally fought on the daily. There were a lot of punches, bruises, and meetings with the principal during those elementary school years, but for some reason, they always kept coming back to each other.

Middle school rolled around and life got complicated. During the final years of elementary school, Arthur’s mother had been diagnosed with a serious illness. What that illness was was never revealed to Arthur even after her death, but that didn’t stop it from tearing the family apart. He had never gotten along with his brothers, but with their mother being in and out of the hospital and pressure being added onto all of them, especially Alister, they began taking out their stress on each other. They fought every day with some confrontations turning physical (on both ends). After a particularly bad fight, Arthur showed up to school with a black eye. At lunch Francis inquired about it, pushing him until he snapped and shoved Francis against the locker, hissing, “My mom’s sick and my brothers hate my guts so shut up or you’re going to be my punching bag.” 

For once, Francis was shocked, and instead of shoving Arthur back, his gaze softened as he said, “I’m so sorry to hear that Arthur.” Before he could do anything else, Arthur pulled away and took off down the hall. It wouldn’t be the last argument that ended with secrets being revealed. At least both had enough respect not to bring them up again.

By the time high school rolled around, the few friends Arthur had made over his childhood years had moved away or went to the other high school in town. The only person he knew going in was Francis and once more the two of them gravitated towards each other, but this time it wasn’t for a fight. Arthur was tired. His mother had passed away a month before school had started and the feeling of home left with her. The Brit had become a shell of his former self, often isolating himself in the school library during his free time and throwing himself into his school work. He didn’t socialize unless he had to for class and began avoiding Francis like the plague. It began to worry Francis and around Christmas of their first year, Francis cornered Arthur in the library, ready to get to the bottom of whatever was eating at his enemy. Surprisingly it was easier than he thought as the Brit quickly broke down and through tears began explaining everything. The fact his mom died, that he was sick and tired of arguing with his brothers and has been couch hopping for a couple of weeks because he didn’t want to go home, and every other minor inconvenience that had been building up in his life. 

Francis was stunned into silence, but before Arthur could run away like he always did when things got too personal, the French boy pulled him into a tight embrace. And Arthur let him, too tired for any struggle or to push his emotions deep down again. Francis had invited him to stay over that night and Arthur had accepted though he was hesitant. There were no arguments or fighting for once and instead they talked about other things, interests, classes, other normal teen stuff. It was nice and for the first time in the past three years, Arthur felt safe and comfortable. 

After that fateful day, fights between them grew few and far between. They still bickered and argued, but it was now a more friendly matter. Francis introduced Arthur to his new friends Antonio and Gilbert and the four would remain friends well into adulthood and even old age. They were annoying just like Francis, but they also cared about him and were there for him when he needed it. But he could really do without the constant jab that Francis and he were like ‘an old married couple.’

College is when Arthur’s feelings of friendship started becoming feelings of romantic love. Francis had found a cheap apartment not far from their school and the two decided to rent it together to save money. They fell into quite a domestic routine. Francis cooked for him since Arthur could never make anything not burnt while Arthur did the dishes. Francis did laundry while Arthur folded and put the clothes away. Arthur would go out to the small garden on their balcony and Francis would join him a few minutes later with water or juice and a little snack for them. Francis had a lot of morning classes so Arthur would wake him up with a cup of coffee or tea. Arthur finally felt at home and he realized he wanted to live with Francis for the rest of his life. He tried to deny it at first, but each time Francis smiled Arthur felt his insides melt and whenever he called his name in the soft moments of the evening, he imagined being called to cuddle with him. He loved Francis, but he was too scared of possibly losing him if his feelings became known. After all, their relationship had already been turbulent, why shake it up even more?

Although they may have been getting along better than they ever had, they were still Francis and Arthur, prideful through and through and unable to go too long without some form of argument. Things were starting to build up on Arthur again with school and his growing feelings and he was starting to become more snappy than normal. They had had a few of their friendly arguments before, but eventually, everything became too much and Arthur went off at Francis when the Frenchman pushed a little too hard. “I thought we told each other everything,” Francis screamed.

“Shut up!”

“No. Not until you get it through your thick skull that pushing things down until they boil over is not healthy. I don’t even know why I bother? You’ve never listen-”

Next thing either of them knew, Arthur had Francis pinned against the wall, silencing him with a heated, angry kiss. As soon as Arthur noticed what he was doing, he pulled away, but not enough to let Francis go. The Frenchman looked at him, cheeks red, hair a mess, and eyes wide. Without a word they leaned in once more, connecting their lips in a slow, sensual kiss. 

The following morning, Arthur awoke, wrapped up in Francis’ arms in Francis’ bed, clothes strewn around the room. For a moment, he allowed himself to admire the sleeping man next to him. Even with bedhead, Francis’ hair still looked beautiful and soft. His lips were slightly parted, his eyes closed, bare shoulder slightly exposed. He looked so peaceful and content which made Arthur’s heart flutter.

“Like what you see?” Francis asked, his eyes opening halfway and a soft smile spreading across his face. 

“Sh-Shut up.”

“Make me.” 

And Arthur did, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss on Francis’ lips. When he retreated back, embarrassment and doubt began setting. What did this mean now? Were they lovers? What if things didn’t end up well? He couldn’t bear to lose this man after everything they had been through. Maybe it was best to just forget what had happened and go back to being friends. 

“I-I don’t know if I can do this,” Arthur stuttered out. He pulled the covers up defensively, trying to avoid that kind loving gaze.

Francis was quiet for a moment and when Arthur stole a glance at him, he almost looked disappointed. “You know?” Francis began, his smile quickly returning, “We don’t have to call it anything you don’t want to. You liked what happened last night right?”

“I-I suppose…”

“I did too. Would you want to do more than just that? Like cuddle, kiss, and all that?”

Arthur was silent as he thought it over, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. “If it makes it easier,” Francis continued, “I wouldn’t mind doing that kind of stuff, but if you don’t want to...I won’t push.”

Francis really was perfect. Attentive, loving, respectful when it mattered. What did he see in Arthur who just seemed to be a ball of anger and pent-up feelings? But the knowledge they wouldn’t be making this an official thing (at least not yet), put Arthur at ease and he decided to accept it. 

A couple months later, Arthur had worked up the courage to accept Francis’ offer of a date, and of course, being the thoughtful lover the man was, Francis provided him with the ideal date. They had gone to the park for a picnic lunch before heading to the theatre for a show. At night they cuddled up in Francis’ bed and fell asleep. It had been a pretty good day, but Arthur’s competitiveness had been sparked. Next date, he was planning it and he was going to impress Francis.

He got a reservation at the new French restaurant in town. Francis seemed to have enjoyed the food, but he said he could have always made such a meal at home. Arthur only rolled his eyes telling him that he was doing something nice for him so be grateful. Francis had giggled, making Arthur realize just how deep he was. It was exhilarating and a little nerve-wracking. After dinner, they headed out back to a garden area where a wishing well stood. “Do you have a coin?” Francis asked, peering into the well. 

“You’re lucky, here.” 

Francis pulled the coin to his chest closing his eyes before tossing it into the well with a plop. 

“What did you wish for?” Arthur asked, peering down into the well.

Francis brought a finger to his lips with a wink. “I can’t tell you or it won’t come true.”

Arthur’s nostalgia trip was interrupted by a pair of arms snaking around his waist and a firm kiss being pressed into his neck.

“What are you doing mon amour?” Francis asked in a low voice.

“Just...reminiscing.” Arthur lifted his hand, admiring the silver band on his finger. “Who would have thought we’d be here, like this, all those years ago.”

Francis chuckled. “Mhm. At least my wish came true.”

Arthur twisted his head to get a better look at the man behind him“Are you talking about that one you made on our second date?”

“Oui.”

“And what was it?”

“I would marry and spend the rest of my life with you.”

“You big sap.”

“Peut-être, but you love me for it.”

“What gave you that idea?”

“Oh, you wound me,” Francis exclaimed, clutching his chest. 

The two lovers erupted into a fit of laughter before going in for a kiss. It was sweet and quick, matching the playful moment. I couldn’t last forever as Arthur noticed the time. “We better go pick up the boys from the airport,” he suggested,  “they’ll be landing soon.”

Francis planted one more kiss on his forehead, before taking Arthur’s hand and pulling him out the door. Truly, Arthur was the luckiest man in the world and he had over fifty years' worth of evidence to prove it.

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Day of Autism pride month! Selfie! This is because I am bad at drawing and cannot do portraits!

So anyways I had like 5 selfies through the many years I’ve had a phone. Take this one where I look roguish and handsome and you can see I still have acne

Day2!! Special interest

I’m not sure if I have any tbh, I got basically zero education on autism and no help with figuring myself out. Maybe friendship? I kinda have a very singleminded focus on being a good friend. Not sure if I accomplish it, but I’m trying very hard!

Day 3 autistic memes!!

I’m afraid I do not have any.. *serendipitous tumbleweed*

Day 4 Intersectional disabilities

Anxiety makes my depression worse and ADHD makes everything worse, recently I’ve been having panic attacks? And that’s al very unhelpful, but I guess I don’t know if I’d be any happier without it, so eh.

Have a good day!!

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Pridecember Month! 

Chained By Pride

Song used Linkin Park: In between

Days: Day1 Day2  

Ignorance:

 We all have that. We all witness someone we cared, fall into something that turns into a brick wall. The desperation turns into a whirlwind of emotions that seen you go grey. You lost your colour to the world, to the person you love and ignoring yourself to the obvious truth that’s in the way.

 Pride: 

Don't lie, its right there. That chain that holds between the both of you. Its nothing of the sort that makes you cry out in shallowness minutes. Why do you let it get in the way of your pride? Why let it ruin you? From the inside depths of your heart, you allow one's Ignorance swallow yours.

 Let it go 

 Let it go

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Jonmund Summer 2020

Hey everyone! 

As I’m sure you all remember, the last Jonmund Week event was a full success! So, we thought about having more events this year, first of which will be a summer one held in August, specifically the 24th of August to the 30th! 

And no better day to announce it than the anniversary of the end of the series and of our boys riding together into the sunset!

How to Participate?

We're giving you about 3 months for preparations! Be it art, fic, a list of headcanons or imagines. Moodboards? hell yeah. Nsfw? Sure, go nuts.

The rules are that everything you make has to be consensual, and to tag everything accordingly so people may avoid possible squicks and triggers!

Jonmund has to be the main pairing!  

When you post, be it on Tumblr, Ao3 or elsewhere, please remember to

tag it as #jonmundsummer2020, (same on ao3)

tag the specific day (#day1, #day2) and to

tag @jonmund-week so that we can see and reblog your entry.

Day 1: Day at the ocean (24.08.2020)

i.e. : swimming clothes, skinny-dipping (swimming naked), cocktail bars, sunbathing, collecting seashells, building a sandcastle, eating ice cream, watersports, sun-screen

Day 2: Quarantine Day: (25.08.2020)

i.e. : summer in quarantine, trying to deal with the heat while not being able to go out, walking around the house naked, BBQ on the balcony, summer makeovers (changing hairstyles, getting a tattoo)

Day 3: Summer Nights (26.08.2020)

i.e. : watching the sunset together, camping, stargazing, catching fireflies, bonfire, there was only one bed, sweaty makeout sessions, tents

Day 4 : Summer traditions (27.08.2020)

i.e. : cultural events, summer solstice, midsummer day, fireworks, pride parades, celebrating traditional holidays

Day 5 : In Canon:  (28.08.2020)

i.e. : summer in the north, end of winter, free folk summer clothes, visiting Dorne, Jon finally getting warm, exploring the lands of always winter now that the walkers are gone

Day 6: Hazy Days: (29.08.2020)

i.e. : hosting a barbecue, relaxing in a hammock, thunderstorms; out in the rain, picnics, treehouses, spending the day in bed because its too hot to move

Day 7: Alternate Universe Day: (30.08.2020)

i.e. : Merman AU, Pirate AU, going to Dorne AU, Summer Camp AU, Lifeguard AU, meet-cute at the hotel AU

If you do have any questions, our inbox is always open!

Greetings,

Mod Sza and Mod Pipa

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Pride month art 2020

💛❤💙💚💜💖💛❤💙💚💜💖

Day2: draw a  gay character

(Same promts of 2019)

Commander pepeers - woy

Re draw of the one i did last year

Headcanon ,an very well accepted and popular headcanon ,imposible to not consider when this character has a vibe and moments in the show .

Pd : i also choose pepeers in a celebration cause disney finally put woy on one of the official apps for the demand .

Hope you like it 💖

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PRIDE MONTH ART PROMPT?

Its pride month! Do you got or know a ship you like thats LGBTQA+? Heres a prompt I made: day1: Hand holding. day2: kiss. day3: couple cosplay. day4: proposal, day5: date. day6: slow dancing, day7: a gift. day8: love letter. day 9: having fun together. day 10: pride flag

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Pride month party

Day1: your are invited

Day2:waht to do wear

Day3:the big party

Join to this colored party!

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Day 2 (6/9/22) - Blog from Mattie & Sophia. They will let you know how Day2 of our trip to in Buzzards Bay went. Thanks ladies!

Despite rain early on, the third day of our Buzzard’s Bay trip started off strong with the New Bedford Whaling Museum. While at first it appeared the same as any old museum, as we advanced further into the building we found a half scale replica of a whaling ship (that we were able to climb inside), a replica of a colonial house, and so much more. Each time that we thought the museum did not stretch further, it did. We wish that we could have taken more time to explore all its nooks and crannies, but were awed by all that we did see. From the museum, we made our way over to the Community Economic Development Center (CEDC) where we were given the opportunity to learn about the group’s social work and how it benefits the New Bedford community (with a special focus on immigration). We were able to freely ask questions, and learned a lot about the CEDC’s struggles with COVID-19, as well as some of the more rewarding parts to their work, for instance, seeing immigrant families flourish under their guidance. Hearing from members of this organization caused us to reflect on our own communities and think about ways in which we can help support others, whether it be through volunteering, learning, or spreading awareness. Later on after lunch, we returned to the Community Boating Center to continue our sailing educations. Thankfully, by this point, the rain had cleared up, so we enjoyed another fun day out on the water! In the evening, after spending some time relaxing and getting ready back at the hotel, we walked over to No Problemo where we ate a delicious dinner consisting mainly of tacos and burritos, which were muy buenos. While walking to dinner we ended up passing by a Pride festival for Pride month, so upon waiting for our food, we made our way over to the drag performance to show our support for the queer community. We then ate outside on the grass while we continued to watch and engage in the celebration. After such a full day, we returned to the hotel where we reflected on themes we have seen so far on our trip—including elements of home and sustainability—before returning to bed to get some much needed sleep. Overall, it was an eventful and interesting day, and we are all very excited to see what else this trip will have to offer us!

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Here’s a rough sketch for Day 3 of Pridecember Month!

You can now see the finished Piece: Chained By Pride  or the other version here

“Chained By Pride”

Days:  Day 1  Day2