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bisluthq · 4 years ago

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I'm mad at TTB and those blogs for what they do to kids like my sister.

My sister is 15 right now, and she just came out to me as gay last year (I'm straight) but is still closeted to everyone else including our parents. And a bit later, she told me stuff about how she thinks Taylor Swift is gay and engaged to Karlie Kloss and all, and my first thought was "That doesn't really sound believable", but then I thought, well her thinking that is harmless, right? So I was like "Really, can you tell me more?", and she told me a bunch of stuff

And then I looked into it out of curiosity and now I actually do think that Taylor is bisexual because there's a lot of weird stuff that wouldn't really make sense otherwise

But the thing is, when Karlie announced her pregnancy, she was so upset. Like genuinely extremely upset because that's when she was forced to accept that Kaylor must have broken up

And now, I've even more worried about her because she's not in a great place mentally right now, being closeted is taking a huge toll on her, and she's really heavily invested in this idea of Taylor being a lesbian. Specifically a lesbian because she told me she's always felt like a freak for not liking men at all, and that she always feels pressured to try to see if she can somehow be bisexual instead, and all of this kind of stuff

And she even told me that Taylor's music is the only thing keeping her mentally together right now

I'm just scared that Taylor is going to announce an engagement soon and then my sister will be devastated

And this wouldn't even be a problem in the first place if it wasn't for straight TTB adamantly insisting to closeted teenage lesbians that Taylor's a lesbian too! Because they then get really attached to the idea

Whereas, if she'd just been more realistic and responsible in the first place and said, "I personally think Taylor's a lesbian, but she might be bisexual", so many young closeted lesbians like my sister wouldn't be so hurt when Toe possibly does turn out to be real

Like I'm just mad and I wish she would think about these things before promising kids that something she doesn't know for sure is a fact. My sister is genuinely gonna have some kind of emotional breakdown if Toe get engaged. Her mental health is really not great right now from being closeted, and this is one of her only comforts at the moment, that her favorite singer is a lesbian too, so it's ok that she doesn't like men because neither does Taylor Swift. It just makes me so sad, TTB is the worst. I'm trying to figure out some way to prepare my sis for it, so it's not so shocking to her like K's pregnancy was :(

FFS THIS MAKES ME SO UPSET and like this is what I mean about how although this woman is very funny to me personally - and she really fucking is, like I find her hilarious - she has a net negative on the (internet) world around her. It BREAKS MY HEART that people are selling LIES and that those lies are hurting actual marginalized children.

Like Taylor is very possibly bi (or a baity bitch or just dense as a rock idk) but she’s also probably never gonna come out tbh and she’s very likely going to marry Joe and they’re gonna have little Swiftwyn bébés. And like that’s okay, that’s life - she never implied to ANYONE EVER that she is a gold star lesbian. If anything we are reading into stuff to pick up that she’s some kind of queer and the ONLY FLAG COLORS SHE USES - like for real that she uses not that one short shot from Rep tour - are bi pride colors. And she does so over and over again, which is why either baiting or moronic and obsessed with one color scheme or fluid. It’s people on the internet who decided that she’s a gold star dyke and...

That is HARMFUL to children like your sister.

I think the first thing you need to do is try get her to read more balanced blogs. I’d send her to @swiftgron-get-married and @mercuryonparklane because they’re both Kinsey 6 lesbians and they’re both blogging about Gaylor in a way that centers women whereas I don’t always (also they’re both a fair amount more PG man like I know kids read me but if they found me they found me, it’s the internet and better me than some other sources lbr). Tell her that you’ve been following this and you believe her, and you like it too and you’d like to share some new blog ideas for her.

The second thing you need to try do is get her to consume more music by OUT queer - and particularly lesbian - women. Suggestions include: Hayley Kiyoko obviously, Carlie Hanson (Taylor has promoted her before), Janelle Monáe (pan but quite genderfluid/often masc presenting and never really publicly dates men), Tegan and Sara, the xx, St Vincent, PVRIS, MUNA, It Was Romance, Screaming Females, Lower Dens, Austra, Kehlani, Kera and the Lesbians, No Girlfriends, and Beatrice Eli. Girl in red is out bi and has a lot of wlw songs but she’s weirdly lesbophobic idk what the vibe there is.

And Miley and Demi!! Like if she likes Tay she is likely to resonate with Demi and while Demi is fluid, she has publicly dated women so it should be comforting to some degree.

But most of the people I’ve listed are out lesbians.

I’m sending so much love to you and your sister. You’re being a fabulous sister and an excellent ally (whether she’ll admit it now or not it’s gonna mean SO MUCH to her that you have been making an active effort to learn about queer stuff and have been deadass reading my gay ass blog for ideas). It is definitely going to be hard for her. But she has someone who loves her unconditionally and who will be there for her.

Keep us updated on how it’s going... Like I say, I’d start by suggesting new artists and new blogs to read and engaging with her on these theories in a nonconfrontational and supportive way.

#agony aunat #nat talks voldemort #lgbtqi recommendations

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beware-of-you-98 · 4 years ago

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iconic [dumb] shit i’ve done at gigs

wore an lol ur not jenna mcdougall shirt to my first ta gig (and that was just the beginning of my dumb bitchery with that shit)

my dumbass called the ocean the other side during tonight alive’s set

OH YEAH I FLIPPED OFF JACK BARAKAT THAT WAS A THING

practically haunted the summer set with my dumb ass “play thick as thieves” meme and account (i still can’t listen to that song why didn’t they blacklist me)

wore that same lol ur not jenna mcdougall shirt wHILE I MET TONIGHT ALIVE I STILL HATE MYSELF (I hate myself anymore bc I hate the pic jenna took of us bc i look ugly as hell but she was so happy and :((( )

surprisingly my dumbass behaved myself the rest of the year and i only had a mayday parade gig in 2017 so no dumb shit happened then

wait i lied bc at tegan and sara in 2016 i told them to @ me when they played nineteen (or as tegan called it, the angsty song for all u angsty teenagers out there)

held up a fuck donald trump sign at my pvris meet and greet

“thanks i played sports ball” after lynn gunn complimented me throwing my flag so accurately up on stage

wore an eat pussy not animals shirt to a meet and greet full of vegans

said “wow I love wasting away” during the same tonight alive show (I got some weird looks for that one)

i behaved myself at warped tour

actually i lied i bought a shirt off tyler carter from issues like i didn’t know who he was

and I raised my hand and asked if I could leave during Underoath’s set

i crowd surfed to bowling for soup covering 1985 and busted my ass on the barricade

analog rick rolled stand atlantic after they were actually fucking angels and were so nice to me ffs

wore my “go away tate” shirt at set it off

held up the same fuck donald trump sign at twin xl

cameron had the AUDACITY to call me out mid set for the Nekokat shirt I was wearing

but afterwards we had a like 30 minute conversation just about music and Nekokat and it was great

Sad Summer Fest was a mess

I called The Maine Mayday Parade (don’t ask)

To “apologize” for rick rolling them, I gave stand atlantic an envelope with an “apology letter” inside when all it was was a realistic drawing of Crazy Frog

They hung it up and made it their tent mascot for the day tho

they also took like a billion selfies on my phone thanks guys

Um I literally almost fucking died I’m 99% sure I had heat stroke but I stayed for almost the entire thing lmao

I wouldn’t stop making “i guess it’s not always sunny in philadelphia” jokes when my friends took me to the city to see yungblud

Had jess stephen and john sign my everything’s fine booklet thick as thieves

… i don’t want to acknowledge this one <3

Fell flat on my face in front of the summer set

i think that’s it…

Unless we’re counting me standing in the middle of the pit glaring up at tss bc they had the audacity to cut teenagers down and got rid of chrissy’s part in october </3

#shay shitposts #how I survived gigs alone thus far is a miracle #tbh i’m just thinking of Warped 2016 when ronnie radke called the crowd waitinf for tonight alive a bunch of bitches #bc we weren’t interested in his shittt band or their shittt music #like we weren’t evene there for ur band my guy #its so funny to see stand atlantic m&g pics fok ssf pittsburgh bc in the background of all of them is crazy frog

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hexiewrites · 8 years ago

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we go down together

A/N: me: look at the hundred different things I SHOULD be writing right now! also me: but………. pansmione post-war drabble? still me: … yeah that’s a good idea. (shoutout as always to @nymphadoraholtzmann who read this on her break at work and reassured me that it was good! & tagging @provocative-envy bc your love for pansy lights up my life, and @ff-sunset-oasis who seemed especially excited by kind-of-sad definitely-gay pansmione!) (and, two related songs because i have a Problem)

You carried romance in the palm of your hand You called the plays for us You clung to self-restraint, you followed the plan You put the brakes on this And it drove me And it drove me And it drove me wild - Tegan and Sara, Drove Me Wild

If we go down then we go down together They'll say you could do anything They'll say that I was clever If we go down then we go down together We'll get away with everything Let's show them we are better - The Chainsmokers, Paris

Hermione Granger was standing on her front stoop.

Pansy had opened the front door, ready to bitch out whoever decided to knock at such an ungodly hour of the day, and instead found Hermione Granger.

Immediately, Pansy’s blood started to boil and her heart started to pound and she was about to slam the door when she realized that Hermione didn’t actually look very good. At all. Her dark skin was ashy and her cheeks were streaked with tears and she was wearing a dark green sweater that Pansy recognized a little too closely, arms wrapped around her body and a small leather rucksack slung over one shoulder.

They stood there for a long moment, each looking at each other, waiting for someone to speak first. In the end, it was Hermione.

It usually was.

“You look good.” She said, and her voice was a little hoarse from crying and she clearly had to work not to hiccup in the middle of the short sentence and Pansy narrowed her eyes, crossed her pale arms over her chest.

“You don’t.” Pansy snapped back, but instead of jumping to the challenge like usual, instead of snarking something in response, Hermione just looked down at the ground and sighed, then nodded.

Something was wrong. Something was wrong and Hermione was on her front step. Which was another question in itself.

“How did you find me?” Pansy asked again, glancing up and down the narrow, brick building lined street. She had found a townhouse in Montmarte, in Paris, and even owls sometimes had a difficult time locating the building amongst the hundreds of others. Pansy was a face in a sea of strangers, many of them tourists who would never come back. She could walk to the wizarding area of Paris in very little time, and was close to everything she needed to live a life of mostly recluse. Even the apartment seemed to be built for it – she had a huge terrace with a sunroom, currently full of plant life.

Hermione shifted awkwardly, also looking down the street. “It wasn’t easy.” She admitted, with a half shrug. “Let’s just say there are a few people who, uh, owe me favours.”

Pansy snorted. “You did save the whole damn country.” She half agreed, then remembered that she was mad at Hermione, that they shouldn’t be bantering. Making a quick decision, she stepped back from the door. “Come in then.”

Hermione seemed to deflate in relief and followed Pansy in through the entrance way and up the flight of stairs to her flat. Hermione didn’t say a word as Pansy let her in, though she watched as the woman scanned her eyes around the space. It was more or less a studio apartment, with an open bedroom space, but Hermione was drawn to the terrace, stepping out into the room that was flooded with sunlight from the floor to ceiling windows and skylights. She seemed to be drawn towards the large wall of books but hesitated before reaching it, and sat down carefully on one of Pansy’s clean white couches, looking thoroughly out of place without a book and a cup of tea in her hand.

Pansy fought the urge to offer up a tea, and instead sat down across from Hermione. She pulled her legs up under her, letting her guard down too quickly like she always had when it came to the woman sitting across from her.

Finally, after the silence had stretched on too long, Pansy cleared her throat and decided she couldn’t wait another minute without knowing. “Granger. Why are you here?”

Hermione sighed again and set her bag down on the floor, picking at a hole in the knee of her jeans and not looking much at Pansy as she did so. “My parents are… gone.” She admitted, with a shudder.

Pansy winced. “What do you mean? They’re dead?”

Hermione shook her head and swallowed visibly. “No. I… obliviated them. Sent them to Australia, I wanted them to be safe. Just wanted you all to be safe.”

Pansy had to tighten her arms across her chest to not react to that comment. “So they’re in Australia?” She pressed.

“I couldn’t… undo it. I tried but, I don’t know. I must have been too emotional when I was casting it, I didn’t do… I can’t fix it so they’ll never remember me again.” Hermione’s voice was nearly a whisper as she spoke and she was clearly holding back more sobs, her shoulders almost shaking with the effort. Pansy was actively suppressing the urge to cross the room, to wrap her arms around Hermione like she used to, to kiss her curly hair and promise they would be okay.

But Hermione had made sure they wouldn’t.

And before Pansy could speak, Hermione murmured something that changed everything – again. “I’m so glad I didn’t obliviate you too…”

Pansy choked and leaned back hard, brain swirling. “What the fuck?” She snapped, clenching her hands into fists. “You wanted to… you were going to…”

Hermione shook her head, was still shaking it as she stumbled off the couch and across the room, dropping to her knees in front of Pansy’s chair. “No, no, I just… I wanted you to be safe. Didn’t want you to have to… Pansy there was a war coming. A war we were on different sides of-”

Pansy managed to sneer, pulling her hands away so Hermione couldn’t hold them. “I wasn’t on any side and you know that better than anyone else.”

“Pansy,” Hermione managed to say without too much of a whimper in her voice. “You have to know I only… it was only because I wanted you to be safe. I-”

With a huff of a sigh, Pansy shut her eyes, counted to ten, and then looked back down at Hermione. “You broke up with me.” She said, as clearly as she could.

“I followed the plan,” Hermione murmured.

“Fuck the plan!” Pansy’s eyes were flashing again, and she managed to lean forward a bit, to look closely into Hermione’s eyes. “Fuck the plan, fuck your self restraint. You broke up with me and then you left and I spent every single fucking day thinking you were probably dead. It drove me fucking wild. Thinking about you wherever you were trying to fight the fucking Dark Lord-”

“Don’t call him that.”

“This was all you.” Pansy pushed again, finally tearing her eyes away from Hermione’s, taking a deep breath and then another one. “You told me you loved me and then you left me.”

Hermione finally was able to catch Pansy’s hands, dark over light, and she squeezed to recapture the dark-haired girl’s attention. “What was I supposed to do, Pansy? Let Harry go find horcruxes by himself? Try and explain to my best friend and the boy who was – who is – in love with me that actually I’m gay and actually I’m secretly dating Pansy Parkinson, yes, the Pansy Parkinson who bullied all of us for years? Oh, but don’t worry, she isn’t actually a Death Eater and besides it’s nothing serious anyways. Or… it wasn’t supposed to be. You were going to look Draco Malfoy in the eyes and tell him you were in love with a mudblood?”

Pansy nearly snarled and she reached out, caught Hermione’s face in her hands. “Don’t call yourself that.” She snapped.

“It’s what I am, Pansy. And the war might be over but the battle isn’t done yet, you know that. That’s what everyone is going to say. The mudblood and-”

“And the girl who tried to hand Harry over to Voldemort.” Pansy pointed out. She wanted to let go of Hermione’s face but her skin was soft and cool and it sent shivers down Pansy’s spine and it might be the last time she ever got to do this.

Hermione sighed. “No one cares about that. At least. No one who matters.”

Already the pain of it all was starting to push at the surface and Pansy had to close her eyes again, will herself not to cry. She wouldn’t cry in front of Hermione, wouldn’t show she was weak and still affected even two years later. It had just been a stupid teenage indiscretion. Two girls who found each other because there was no one else to find, who clung to each other during a rough year. Hermione had been there when Pansy fretted about Draco’s mysterious absences and Pansy held Hermione while she cried about Ron and the loss of an important friendship. They had kissed under the stars beside the lake, whispered about the future, decided they could never last, determined it didn’t matter for now anyways. Except, then Pansy had fallen in love, and Hermione had shaken her head and cried about the plan and left.

And then she didn’t come back.

And now, now Hermione was on her living room floor, wearing one of Pansy’s favourite sweaters, tears rolling down her cheeks and trickling over Pansy’s hands, looking for something.

“Why are you here?” Pansy asked again, defeated, as she pulled her hands away and forced herself to cross them again.

“I…” Hermione lifted a hand up to wipe her cheeks dry, looked up at Pansy as she did so. “I missed you. I thought about you, I’ve been thinking about you for the past year and a half, Pansy. I’m not going to apologize for what I did – I had to, and it worked and now it’s over. And everyone is happy, finally. Except for me.”

Pansy bit her lip, nodded once for Hermione to continue.

“And the only thing I kept thinking that I wanted, that I needed… was you.”

Pansy swallowed and the muscles around her throat tightened as she clenched her jaw to prevent herself from jumping into Hermione’s arms – exactly where she had wanted to be for so long. “‘The war might be over but the battle isn’t done yet.’” She parroted, hoping it would be enough for Hermione to just go away.

Instead, Hermione shifted, and then Pansy could feel warm breath against her face and her own tears threatened to break free from the sensation. “Pansy… let’s show them we’re better.” She murmured, and rested her forehead against Pansy’s.

It only took a minute for Pansy’s self restraint to crumble around her and she was reaching up without even realizing it, wrapping her arms around Hermione’s neck, letting out a shuddering breath. “If we go down, we’re going to go down together.” She whispered, and Hermione let out a sigh of relief and pressed their lips together and finally, for the first time in a long time, Pansy knew she was home.

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