#Queerphobia mention tw

[melovibes57]

[intern-seraph]

i think atp it's fair and in fact accurate to say that right wingers want to kill kids. Like this is not hyperbole, they are enacting policies and advocating for more that will actively kill children. They cry "think of the children!" while they rip food out of the hands of starving kids. Bringing up statistics about murder and suicide rates among queer youth is a moot point with them because these people want those kids dead.

Every impoverished child who slowly starves because they no longer have access to a free school lunch is a victory to these people. The babies who contract meningitis, measles, polio, whooping cough, etc. from unvaccinated people and die are a cause for celebration. Every queer kid who dies by suicide or is murdered by their families due to being forcibly outed is joyous news. The little girls who are forced to carry their rapists' babies and die from complications are success stories to these freaks.

Right wingers fucking hate children. They want them dead. Anyone who sees kids suffering and dying from preventable causes and CHEERS doesn't love children, they hate them. We need to just say it.

[tea-and-secrets]

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That "Aren't you excited? Aren't you happy?" quote from Undertale is stuck in my mind forever. Honestly I forgot tha it's from this game, and I even forgot that after this goes "You're going to be free" even though it's part of the reason why I like this moment so much. Those words give me chills. And I related a lot to Frisk at the moment I first heard them, because this was how I saw my family. Every day I heard them whining how much they hate "the gays" and they even started to look for signs that I might be one as well, yelling at me for acting suspiciously. Even when I tried to conform they saw me as the opposite side, enemy. Despite this they still acted like my family sometimes. And it was this exact feeling, not fear exactly, but uncanny horror that maybe they already know your secret (or decided that they do) and still act like they love you, because they do wish you death while believing that this is an act of caring for you. I felt like Frisk, whose soul monsters wanted to take without caring for them as a person. Or maybe they genuinely don't know that Frisk was the human? They don't know for sure. But still monsters said them straight to the face that they should celebrate their own murder

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[lifea16]

Mother I do not think this is the best way to describe my dad not being queerphobic anymore

[kimwexlers-brownhair]

This video helped me conceptualize a lot. I am now Longlegs's biggest defender. Spoilers under cut.

Longlegs is a satire of the Satanic Panic. The plot and tone parallel the growing fears that shaped kids and teens of Osgood Perkins's generation. The movie starts out framed as an FBI procedural, straightforward enough to follow. By the end, it's all unbelievable and fable-like, almost hokey in its revelations, with the mother dressed as a nun covered in blood saying Hail Satan and monologuing point by point the macabre ways she's been manipulated into carrying out Satan's plans. Just before the credits roll, Longlegs winks at us: none of this is real. There is no Satan. It's just T-Rex; it's just rock and roll.

We're taken in because the fears fostered in the beginning are reasonable. Families are getting murdered. When you hear something like families getting murdered, you take it seriously. Just as you'd take it seriously if you heard a bunch of preschool teachers were molesting their students. You're so horrified that by the time the story has morphed from horrifying but believable into a gigantic Satanic cabal, you're so invested in protecting the children you lose sight of the inherent ridiculousness behind it.

There is no Longlegs. There is no androgynous boogeyperson led astray by glam rock waiting to inject Satan's essence into your little girls.

But that's what these fears look like and transform into when given free rein in your mind. This is what they look like when they're encouraged by what you see on the news and in what your parents lie about. The fear is real and creates devastating consequences, but that's what it was all along, just fear.

And it's all so silly. So silly he winks at you to let you in on the joke. Cuckoo.

This might be the scariest movie I've ever seen, and I don't get people who say it isn't. 'Unsettling' doesn't begin to describe it.

[thehealingsystem]

another day another reminder that twitter still very much actively hates queer people with unconventional identities

[nebulacritter]

ranking my comfort characters based on queerness

(Please don't take this one too seriously; I made it for a joke)

[bg3fandomcritical-revival]

the Shadowheart is for straight men take is tired please actually talk to lesbians in this fandom. I’m so glad you’re enjoying your ships, you don’t need to disparage SH. I also hope her VA never comes on here, a queer woman whose married to a woman- and sees you’re cringe lame takes.

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[zoethehead]

Welp, here's the full moon aftermath, I may or may not draw something later, but here you go.

Tw for a mention of queerphobia and emeto

Also some capslock, as i wanted to emphasize how freaked out Elijah was, same with the swearing.

Daylight started to break over the dark night sky, Elijah saw this, his wolf side still in control; yet a feeling of instinct to make it somewhere safe had taken him over. He made it to somewhere; nearly safe from the outdoors. But--it wasn't quick enough, as he felt himself painfully turning back to his more human form. Simon had seen a blood covered Werewolf making it towards his home, the Werewolf soon collapsed a few mere feet from shelter.  Elijah had hit the ground, shivering as he turned back into his more human form, his Wolfish whimpers soon giving way to pained human groans.

It took an hour before Elijah slightly awoke, he opened his eyes to a bright sunny sky, the world beneath him felt like it was spinning. Elijah tried to get up, he only made it a few feet before falling onto his knees, a nauseous sensation took hold of him, and he vomited up the poor forest animal that he had devoured earlier, he then fell face first into the bloody puke, finally passing out. Simon had seen all of this, he was clearly unimpressed with the sight before him. Simon picked Elijah up and carried him inside into his home.

Simon laid Elijah down in the bathtub and started to clean off the blood and dirt on Elijah's body; now noticing how much Elijah had changed; where once he was scrawny, his body had changed to that of a more Stocky build. That wasn't the only change, though. Elijah's teeth were sharper, his hair was longer, and he had gotten hairier, growing hair on his back, legs, arms, and torso. And his face now had stubble, he looked like a completely different person!

Simon had finished cleaning Elijah off and started on patching up the afflictions; sticking adhesive bandages on the cuts and scrapes, and wrapping bandages around the larger wounds and sprained areas, even going as far as to stick an ice pack near the huge bruise on his ribs.

So much for being told of the rumor that werewolves healed really quickly.....

Simon laid Elijah down on a bed and covered him up with a thick quilt, he sat on a chair and waited for Elijah to wake up.

It would be a few days til' it happened....

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Elijah started to come around from his ordeal, his vision was too blurred and smudged up to even tell where he was. His body felt warm, though. He let out a groan as he started to feel the pain ebbing through him, and he squinted his eyes closed for a few seconds.

He tried to get up, but an aching pain seared through each and every muscle, sinew, tendon, and nerve, causing him to let out a hiss.

"Easy there, you've been out of it for a couple of days." A voice said, placing their hand on Elijah's shoulder. Elijah turned his head to see that Simon was nearby, and he was the one who had tried to ease Elijah back into the bed. Elijah tried to push simon away, thinking that he could do it with ease due to him being slightly stronger, Simon was able to keep him in place though.

"Ah, shit." Elijah muttered under his breath, realizing that he was signifigantly weakened.

"Fine, you win...." Elijah said as he eased himself back into the bed, wincing at the constant pain pulsing in his body.

Elijah noticed that there were various adhesive bandages stuck to tiny little scrapes and cuts, bandages were wrapped around both of his sprained ankles, same with the bandages around his forearms that covered the wounds and helped put pressure on the sprained and strained muscles, and there was a melted gel icepack that was next to the huge bruise on his ribs. He then noticed that he was wearing nothing but some spare boxers. Elijah let out a tiny shriek of embarrassment and quickly jolted up and covered his body with the quilt, wincing as his muscles gave out on him and he collapsed back into the bed. "Yeah, your clothes were wrecked up and covered in blood, and you were pretty banged up when you made it back to my place." Simon explained.

"Did I at least make a good impression on you?" Elijah sheepishly asked.

"NO." Simon bluntly said.

Elijah frowned.

"Dammit, okay, what did I do?" Elijah asked.

"You vomited on my lawn and then faceplanted into your own puke, not to mention that the puke was blood red and had chunks of unknown animal flesh and bone in it." Simon explained.

"You also kinda changed in appearance, what happened to you?" Simon asked.

Elijah was confused, "what do you mean by saying that my appearance change---oh." Elijah was gonna ask before he was cut off mid sentence as he looked at his hand, it was seemingly hairier, he then saw that he had hair going up his arms, hair on his legs, and hair on his chest. Elijah then looked at his reflection in the mug of now melted ice water on the nightstand, seeing that he had grown stubble, where once his eyes were an ocean blue-- they were now as orange as the amber resin that trapped many prehistoric creatures, and his ears were now pointed. He then looked at his teeth, seeing that they had somehow grown sharper, more canine-like.

Now Elijah was clearly freaked out.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!" Elijah screamed as he grabbed simon by both of his arms and slightly shook him.

"What do you mean? I had tended to your injuries and let you rest here." Simon explained, freeing himself from Elijah's grasp.

"Why am I hairy? Why are my teeth sharp? Why did I wake up covered in scrapes? Why are my ears pointed? Why are my eyes orange?! AND WHY DOES MY VOICE SOUND DEEPER?! " Elijah asked.

"Eli, calm down. What do you remember from that night?" Simon asked.

"I remember being at the party, and I was feeling unwell, and then I remember feeling unimaginable pain and turning into....." Elijah trailed off, soon coming to a dreadful realization.

"Oh......oh.... FUCK." Elijah stammered.

"Yep, you're a werewolf, now." Simon bluntly said.

"FUUUCK!!!! MY DAD'S DEFINITELY GONNA KILL ME NOW, AS IF HIM LEARNING THAT I'M GAY WASN'T ENOUGH OF A REASON TO BEAT MY ASS!!!!" Elijah thought to himself, or so he thought.

"Y'know that you said your thoughts out loud there, right?" Simon asked.

Elijah turned his head to stare at Simon for a few seconds, before turning his head back and laying down; burying his face into a pillow and screaming...

It took awhile before Elijah calmed down..

"This is my life now, huh?" Elijah asked.

"Yep, pretty much.... but hey, would it feel any better if I told you that I'm a Vampire?" Simon answered.

Elijah laid back down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling....

"I-i dunno, I need a lot of time to process this...." Elijah stammered.

"Look, how about you get some rest, i'll be back in a few hours with some food, ok?" Simon asked.

"Yeah, that would be nice..." Elijah said, a soft smile adorned his face.

"Alright, rest well, Elijah." Simon said, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Elijah sighed, he would have to get used to his new life, now..... and it's gonna take awhile to adjust.

Elijah stared at the ceiling for a bit before falling asleep.

[faggotstump]

I wanna go to pride so bad but my family is so painfully conservative (the "lgbtq people are groomers/trans people are killing our children" type) that if i was found at a pride parade id probably be staring down the barrel of one of my mom's boyfriend's guns.

[autismvampyre]

im having gender thoughts bc its pride week in my area and i just

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im a girl. im a woman. maybe im something else too. maybe i hated my body for years bc im fat and maybe all my clothes are too big or too small but never just right. maybe my hair is the wrong color. the wrong length. i want it short. i haven't had a short haircut since i was 13 and emo and i looked terrible. i want it long. long enough to braid. maybe i should be blonde again, im have some black box dye at home and im gonna use it tonight. im too scared to get a mullet so i got a shag cut months ago. its grown out and my hair is flat again. the split ends poke me when i dont put it up in a bun.

i just saw a fat guy talk about his experience at a panel. he's so cool. his name is so close to my deadname, two letters off. hes two years younger than me and everything i want to be. except i want to be pretty and not at all like him. i wear long black dresses, my favorite skirt is too tight around my hips now and i have to go shopping because im fatter than i was four years ago and nothing fits. i lost two years of my life for no reason. i feel like a child.

i don't own any shorts that fit. my mom is skinnier than me and hates that she's fat. i hate my life. i love being queer and fat and hairy. my body is wrong or maybe my mind is. i haven't talked to my dad in three years. i miss him. he took me to my first ever pride parade, we marched together. there's a parade tomorrow too. i'll go with a bunch of other queer kids who don't know me and i'm older than all of them. im a woman. i used to be anorexic and i haven't eaten today, not because im trying to hurt myself but because im just so tired and busy. i don't have time to cook and eat. mom made tacos. im gonna go now. im tired. im a girl. god i feel so wrong. i want to be pretty, is that so wrong?