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#my art#art#us politics#pithontalks#shitpost#eyestrain#tw bright colors#tw eyestrain#cw bright colors#yea. idk man#put this anywhere you like#repost it#idc#just#yea.#trans folk#gay folk#everyone affected by this election#i love you all#stay alive. live out of spite.#american politics#2024 presidential election
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It's autumn, time to bust out the gay folk and country tunes!!
Song recommendations below the cut :)
#mybluescreen#mlm#queer#gay mlm#folk music#gay folk#gay country#country music#autumn#autumn tunes#fall music#autumn music#Spotify
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A Lifetime Served in a Little Cup
pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4
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bill, babygirl, the red flags get outta there
#gravity falls#billford#the book of bill#standford pines#bill cipher#stump art#comic#A Lifetime Served in a Little Cup comic#AND WE'RE DONE !!!!#a month of my life condensed into a frantic gay mania#i'll wanna do a post-mortem at some point because that'll be FUN#but yeah i really love this stupid comic#was just a random concept i decided to commit to . thought this would take a weekend but lol#anyways to the folks who been reading i hope you enjoyed !!!!#they're gay !!! they're going to mutually self destruct !!!!!#they're going to accidentally both buy into the same timeshare in florida and then be forced to share !!!#romantic comedy of the fucking century !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#GOOD for THEM !!!!!!!!!!!!
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I too wish to be perpetually cast as a lesbian, gay or bisexual in a project by Mike Flanagan; like to charge, reblog to cast
#pretty please?#not to be that person but I’m literally just another gay 😌#shout out to the trans and queer identifying folks too#carla gugino#kate siegel#rahul kohli#t’nia miller#sauriyan sapkota#victoria pedretti#amelia eve#annabeth gish#mary mcdonnell#fall of the house of usher#the fall of the house of usher#the haunting of bly manor#the haunting of hill house#midnight mass#mike flanagan#tfothou#thobm#thohh#lesbian#gay#bisexual#lgbtq
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"Oh, Skyfire. And here I thought you enjoyed my company."
I'm all for Starscream's ghost checking in to torment poor Skyfire periodically - sort of little breaks in between all the possessions and wreaking havoc across the galaxy.
Gotta pester your ex even after the divorce AND death, right?
#artists on tumblr#maccadam#transformers#starscream#skyfire#jetfire#skystar#tf g1#the art tag goes here#folks is it gay to haunt your ex-best friend/science partner?
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Very tired of people who continue to argue that Bill destroying Euclydia was completely on purpose and he didn’t care about anyone at all because he’s just trying to garner sympathy in The Book of Bill, despite all the supporting evidence outside of Bill’s words that allude to how deeply traumatic it was, (so many, many things about) how he loved and misses his parents, how much of a sore spot the topic is for him, how much he wants to return home but can’t, etc. in addition to how perfectly Alex and co. crafted a parallel narrative between Bill and Ford, including how they hurt the people they love out of carelessness and blind pursuit of their dreams, justifying to themselves that the people they hurt just couldn’t understand
Yes, Bill is an unreliable narrator, and that includes all the very obvious posturing that he did it all on purpose and it was actually a very good thing, that everyone loved him, that he’s NOT incarcerated or anything and that he’s still a really all-powerful being, etc etc etc. To fully believe that EVERY vulnerability he reveals is an evil manipulation tactic, and not actual character writing, you have to interpret his very prevalent denial of weakness, which continues into the conclusion of the book where he already knows he’s lost the reader and is still denying any emotional needs or trauma, as itself a lie.
There’s a reason why the Pines family cracked open this book and laughed at Bill, calling him a fractured, pathetic mess.
The Book of Bill has a plot, a great plot, and great character writing. It’s a crazy companion to Journal 3, Ford’s story. Parallel stories, but where one ends with someone healing from their trauma, coming to terms with one’s mistakes and accepting the need for human love and relationships, the other ends with one stuck forever in their layers and layers of denial, never acknowledging their own trauma, never acknowledging their need for human companionship, grasping in desperate need at their continued facade of hating to love and loving to hurt.
Bill isn’t an always-in-control sly master of the mind, he’s a delusional and desperate man, fractured by his own trauma, who will continue to hurt others to prove that he’s in control. I’m tired of the false narrative that abusers can’t have trauma, aren’t people, giving them this otherworldly status above all humanity. Aside from not being narratively or societally productive, it undermines the ending and message of the book. Acknowledging Bill’s brokenness gives his victims POWER over him. The fact that Bill needs Ford, but Ford doesn’t need Bill is powerful. Them laughing at his desperation is powerful. Looking at someone who once seemed untouchable to you and realizing they’re just a suffering meat sack like any other human being is powerful.
The ending of The Book of Bill is the demystification of Bill. The book is a real look into his mind, telling a story that’s actually very tragic. It’s a very real story, a cautionary tale. You’re not being manipulated or tricked if you feel bad, it’s a very intentional writing decision that this ending elicits that dark pity, as he desperately fades away (arts and crafts materials confiscated) saying that he’s FINE.
So yeah, The Book of Bill and the website are a masterwork of the character, I love them, they’re incredible, and I don’t want to see such a tight character story discredited as “you can’t believe ANY of it!”
#gravity falls#bill cipher#the book of bill#book of bill#gravity falls analysis#the book of bill analysis#bill cipher analysis#billford#? maybe? conceptually? is having parallel negative and positive story arcs about trauma gay folks#thisisnotawebsitedotcom#character analysis
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If you follow my main you had to know this was coming… anyway. Enjoy these bloodweave doodles :)
#bloodweave#gale x astarion#astarion x gale#baldur's gate 3#bg3#baldurs gate more like baldurs gay amirite folks?#yeah sorry the themes of hunger abuse and power got to me. I’m not immune to thematically mirrors#I have so many thoughts about the it’s not even funny anymore#oh you mean to tell me that canonically gale would offer up his blood if asked and that astarion can’t even do that bc of the orb ??#tasteful irony that the guy who would want to help can’t do that bc of a mistake he made for love.#especially devastating for someone who measures his self worth in usefulness#oh they are so fucked up and they could understand each other in ways hardly reachable to others#once I start an origin run it’s over for you guys I will be so insufferable. even more than usual
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Dustin denotes his plan as a stroke of genius. Steve calls it fucking crazy.
It is crazy — going down to the police station and giving a completely faux alibi for Eddie is crazy.
But then, Steve recalls the handcuffs on the hospital bed, keeping him strapped in even though Eddie’s hardly in a state for escape, all bandages and wires. Steve remembers the fitful sleeps he’s witnessed when visiting, remembers Eddie’s ashamed whisper of fear that one of the officers would smother him in his sleep if no one stayed with him.
Steve remembers the bats. Remembers all the other shit Eddie got dragged through.
And if Steve can lessen that blow… well, then maybe he is crazy for going through with the plan.
There’s no prepping Eddie for it, of course, considering he’s being guarded around the clock. Steve thinks it’s ridiculous considering how feeble he feels just looking at Eddie. When he— when they had gotten him out, there was a moment where he was more blood than boy. Just jagged skin held together by Steve’s hands and sheer will.
He shivers involuntarily. This is crazy, Steve thinks, shifting a bit in the chair out the front of Eddie’s room, waiting for the discussion across the hall to meet its end. It’s crazy, but he’s already done it now.
Sharp footsteps sound across the hallway and Steve’s head yanks up. His heart beats too fast and he presses his palms down into his jeans to wipe them, standing up quickly.
“So?” He asks, eyes darting between Chief Powell and Deputy Callahan.
“That’s quite the alibi you’ve provided, Mr Harrington.” There’s a cool expression on Chief Powell’s face, giving away nothing. “One that not many would be so willing to give.”
Steve swallows. Presses down the panic tied to the implications of what he’s told them— him and Eddie. Him and Eddie together.
“We’d like to question Mr Munson a little as well, get everything settled. You know,” He makes a little gesture with his hand. “Make sure your stories line up.”
A new strain of panic jolts in Steve’s stomach and he hopes it doesn’t show on his face. Glancing over his shoulder, he peers between the blinds and tries to find Eddie’s face. He can only see the hospital bed, stark white sheets and hundreds of tubes. Steve tries to remember that he anticipated this, he prepared for this.
“Now?” He asks, turning back to face the officers. He tries to appear like his uneasiness comes from concern, instead of panic. “He’s just had another dose of morphine, I’m not sure how up to questions he’ll be.”
Chief Powell narrows his eyes. Steve silently begs him to take the bait — he doesn’t want to defer the questioning, he just needs a little more wiggle room in case Eddie is slow on the uptake. He’s a performer though. Steve hopes that’ll be enough to convince them.
“Now is best.”
Steve nods, his face grave. “I understand. Just… if he’s a bit slow, give him time to find his answers. He doesn’t know that I’ve… told you.”
Steve’s hand presses down on the handle to the room and the door opens with a hiss. He enters the room, his eyes landing on the officer posted by the door first before they travel onto the bed, to Eddie.
The chair beside the bed is empty for now which means Wayne must be off getting some food. Good, Steve thinks. This will be easiest with a smaller audience to convince.
Eddie’s eyes are closed, resting as best he can, but at the new noise they peek open. The ripple of happy emotion will help their case immensely but Steve delights in the fact that that reaction is genuine. Eddie is happy to see him.
“Big boy!” He rasps as a greeting. He waves one hand up, wires sticking out of it and the handcuff on it clinks uncomfortably, and he begins a spiel. “Welcome back to my humble—”
He cuts himself off when he sees there are other visitors today besides Steve. The heart monitor jumps and Eddie’s hand drops, eyes back onto Steve in an instant.
“What’s going on?”
Steve strides to his side, his hand reaching out to curl his fingers around Eddie’s limp hand. His skin is cool to touch, fingers icy. Surprise jumps onto Eddie’s face but his fingers tighten their grip, holding his hand too. Steve sits down in the seat beside the bed and lets the real nerves of the situation make his voice tremble when he speaks.
“I— I had to tell them, Eddie. About your real alibi.”
To his credit, Eddie only lets confusion wash over his face for a moment before it turns to some mixture of anger and sadness. A furrow forms between his brows, his grip on Steve’s hand tightening, and Steve doesn’t think he’s acting at all when he says, “You didn’t.”
Huh. Maybe he’s figured it out after all, Steve thinks.
Steve nods solemnly, letting his thumb wander over the back of Eddie’s hand. He remembers what it’s like to dote on girls, on Nancy, and find it’s not nearly as hard to bring it all out for Eddie either.
“I had to,” He murmurs, reaching a hand out to brush back some of Eddie’s hair. The heart monitor spikes again and Eddie’s cheeks glow pink.
Behind them, Chief Powell clears his throat and Steve jumps, remembering himself and what he’s trying to accomplish here.
“Excuse us, Mr. Munson, we have a few questions for you.”
There’s a moment where they let their words register and Eddie takes a deep breath, squeezing Steve’s hand and giving a little nod. Chief Powell continues.
“Mr. Harrington here has come forward with a statement that would place you elsewhere than the scene of the crime at the time of Miss Cunningham’s murder. Can you recall where you were that night?”
The mention of Chrissy’s name makes Eddie flinch and Steve’s glad he’s already holding his hand so he can squeeze it gently. Eddie’s gaze drops to their intertwined hands and stares hard for a moment. Shuffling puzzle pieces into place.
Steve leans down, presses a soft kiss to his bruised knuckles, and says “Tell them the truth.”
Eddie inhales sharply, steeling his nerves and turns his attention back to the officers. “I was with Steve. We were… we were at his house.”
Chief Powell nods, scratching words down in his notepad. He hums in a way that tells Eddie to keep going.
“We were…” Eddie trails off and looks to Steve, trying to follow the story already planted. Steve nods, hoping it comes off like he’s trying to be comforting boyfriend, instead of a subtle nudge.
“…Kissing.”
Steve resists the urge to snort at the absurdity of the whole situation. This whole thing is so convoluted and it’s twisted that Eddie’s even been accused but Steve’s putting his fuckin’ reputation on the line and Eddie says they’ve been kissing?
He doesn’t even need to turn around to know some eyebrows have raised behind him.
“Kissing?” Steve hears Chief Powell repeat. “Just… kissing?”
Eddie’s attention snaps forward again and Steve can see him piece together the snappy persona, the Freak, the scary dog privileges that come with being an outsider. He straightens up a bit, shoulders squaring but Steve can feel the quake in his hand.
“I’m sorry, did you want a play by play of the whole act, Chief Powell? I can go into detail if you want, who took who’s pants off first, yanno, but I didn’t peg you for that kinda guy.”
Steve can’t miss this reaction, turning his head to watch both officers shuffle uncomfortably on the spot. Chief Powell tries to keep his power, eyes narrowing, but it’s hard to maintain when Steve dots another quick kiss across Eddie’s knuckle.
“Very well.” He seems to land on. “We’ll be back to collect a formal statement later—”
Eddie gives a faint squeak, his hand grasping Steves that much tighter.
“—but I’m happy to have the guard and cuffs removed from your room for now.”
A sigh so large escapes Eddie that his chest deflates a good couple inches and Steve feels his own shoulders relax a bit. Chief Powell steps forward, key retrieved from his belt and Steve winces seeing the ring of irritated skin around Eddie’s wrist. No doubt caused from the thrashing of night terrors.
He releases Eddie’s hand long enough for it to be freed, scooping it back up in his as soon as he can, properly this time. All fingers intertwined, palm to palm. Eddie eyes their hands again and Steve pretends to not hear the jump in the heart monitor.
The officers leave, including the one holding post, the door sliding shut with a gentle click and Steve holds himself still— unsure of how to start explaining what he had sprung on Eddie. He feels bad, dropping him in the deep end, even if it was for his own good.
“Eddie—” He starts.
“Hug me.” Eddie hisses out the corner of his mouth. When Steve doesn’t react, he says it again, fiercer - it doesn’t match the way he’s smiling so sweetly at Steve. “Hug. Me.”
Steve does as he’s told, shooting up onto his feet and hesitating only for a moment before Eddie’s arms are creeping around his waist — he leans over and tries to keep his weight off him. Eddie’s frazzled curls tickle at his cheek and Steve just burrows his face in further.
There’s a faint whisper into his ear. “They were watching still.”
Steve pulls back a bit, not to check over his shoulder, but to see Eddie’s face. He’s serious, eyes skirting the window behind them but the moment Steve pulls back, his eyes shift down and he softens.
“And now… kiss me too?” He says. His tone conveys that he knows he’s being far too cheeky. Steve’s wonders if the officers are still watching. Wonders if he’d still kiss him even if they weren’t. He casts a glance over his shoulder and is met with a empty window, the officers retreating down the hall.
He turns back to Eddie with an incredulous expression. “What? Getting you off murder charges not good enough for you?”
Eddie’s face shutters for a moment, as though every emotion to do with Steve’s sacrifice floods him at once. There’s a burst of gratitude when he doesn’t mention it — doesn’t mention everything Steve might be giving up for Eddie, everything that might crumble should the details of the case become public.
He chooses the joke again. Eddie always does.
“Yes, but remember, we’re madly in love,” Eddie sings, brows wiggling about on his face and making Steve snort. “So feel free to kiss me anytime you feel like it.”
Steve snorts. “Duly noted, Munson.”
Eddie throws his head back softly against his pillow and pretends to wail in pain. “Munson? That’s all I am to you? That’s how you treat your boyfriend?”
Steve can’t help but grin a little at the theatrics and finds himself thinking that of all the people to be stuck pretending he’s dating, at least with Eddie, it’ll be enjoyable. Well, at least interesting. It will certainly be an experience.
“You have no idea how I treat my boyfriends, baby.” Steve says, voice low, just to see if he can get Eddie’s heart monitor to jump again. It does, a steady beeping as the BPM climbs up a few numbers.
Steve can feel the blush on Eddie’s cheeks, he’s so close, and it’s so nice to see colour on his face — such a stark comparison to the paleness of- well, of older memories.
Steve grins. Despite every nerve that feels singed beneath his skin, overworked from all his anxiety — despite considering every potential backlash that faces both them outside this room, outside the hospital, Steve searches within himself.
He can’t find one single ounce of regret.
next part.
#gay ppl in my phone…. take this humble offering to tide u over between fics#everything has become long#i cannot help it#every idea is like 5k+ words#this is me trying to combat it#ruby writes steddie#steddie#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#pre steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#uhhhh that’s all folks#this is indeed the trope of steve telling the police they were fucking for their alibi lmao#10 points if u can guess which line is from the hunger games!#that’s what inspired this
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Jac: “So i think agatha doesn't want to die, but agatha is fascinated by death herself. and also, i think, has at times, manipulated death herself in order to keep her, agatha, safe.”
This is such an insane thing for jac to say. Like Agatha seducing Rio to keep her safe??? THIS IS STRAIGHT OUT OF A FANFIC WHICH ONE OF YOU WROTE THIS
#agatha all along#agatha harkness#kathryn hahn#agathario#agatha x rio#aubrey plaza#marvel cinematic universe#It does not get much h gayer than this folks#this is insane#jac schaeffer#the woman that you are#You will be always loved by me#lesbianism#lesbian#they're gay your honor#sapphism#sapphic#sapphic yearning
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we truly regressed when people started buying into the genderbending is inherently transphobic thing. yeah that twelve year old being inquisitive and having fun on deviantart was your enemy all along.
#how did that even have a leg to stand on. when so many emerging trans folk literally began exploring gender because of it#ill never forget seeing a lone korean comment on fc2 under genderbend art talking about how they visit that picture every day after work#because it makes them feel understood#to even think of being beyond what you were born. in korea. my god i feel it in my spine just how lonely that ought to be#every time i see that rhetoric make rounds im reminded and equal amounts astounded#by how determined people are at making trans folk a monolith#and how there must be a Correct way to explore gender#if the discussion had stuck to the concept’s Capacity to be transphobic and not about inherently being so we’d have been better off.#& at the end of the day art shouldn’t always have to need such a disclaimer on selfhood to be worthy#in the same vein actors should not need to relinquish themselves to the public to act as a gay or trans character#I don’t know !#saw hatsune mikuo art in the year 2024 and the soul near jumped it’s been so long king 🙀#putting this in here because it’s sooort of art related no?#and people know where I stand on this so perhaps if anybody finds it uncomfortable they can gracefully disengage with me
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Tango: We're lovers. That's all you need to know.
Impulse: Platonic. This is a platonic relationship.
Skizz: Not to me!
#a quote#tangotek#impulsesv#skizzleman#skizz gay for impulse and tango! you heard it here first folks skjdhgks#what? you'll kiss your buddy for a point but you won't pretend to be lovers for a bit? what a shame impulse skjdhk#all of this is a joke. I just think impulse hard drawing the line is very funny#this is from tango's vod 'JITS - Lovers in a Dangerous Space Time! LOVE this game!' timestamp 7:36#mod rhys
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Not a day goes by where I do not think about the advent of medicine like PrEP and wonder just what the people - especially queer people - who passed from HIV/AIDs during the AIDs crisis would think
And then, I read this survivor's testimony and it just makes me emotional. I think this is the closest answer we have. HIV has changed, and we must always remember the people who didn't see that change before it happened.
#gay#queer#lgbt#lgbtq#described images#image description in alt#i do try to learn from older queer people about this tome period because i wasn't around for it#but i always wondered what the people who didn't make it would have thought of where we are now#there's this weird grief and celebration because i am so glad we are where we are. i just wish everybody cpuld have seen this#this is why it's so important to learn from each other about everything#it takes a village to create community#i have been thinking about that twitter post at LEAST once a month since i first saw it#very complex feelings on this one folks#there is so much left to learn i think but this just hits me in a specific way
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Vivi *arguing with Madoc*: This bloodline ends with me. Jude *whispers to Taryn*: That's the fanciest way I've ever heard someone say "I'm gay".
#And that’s totally fine btw🫶#reading#book memes#booktok#tfota#the cruel prince#jude duarte#the folk of the air#Lesbian#gay#wlw#madoc tfota#jude and madoc#locke#taryn duarte#cardan greenbriar#vivi tfota#vivi and heather#taryn and jude#Jurdan#memes#incorrect tfota#incorrect quotes#incorrect quote#Reader#books
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Fellas, is it gay to live inside another man forever with Satan himself by my side?
#shitpost#jekyll and hyde#dr jekyll and mr hyde#henry jekyll#jekyll and hyde the musical#edward hyde#confrontation#fellas is it gay#guess what musical I’m rehearsing for this time folks#I play some fuckass board of governors asshole#who Hyde stabs in the first scene of act 2#every ensemble number in this show is an absolute banger#also it is very gender of me to say my lines as a male character and then immediately turn around and sing a high D6 bc soprano 1 vibes#theatre major#musical theatre
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Another variation of the character concept art for Jinn with a mini spoiler background 😉
#dark fantasy#gay characters#lgbt fantasy#human x monster#monster lover#monster fucker#moth fairy#monster kink#monster romance#mothcore#moth#fae folk#fae#cottagecore#fairy court#fairy art#fairy love#fairy aesthetic#eldrich monster#eldrich horror#eldrichcore#cosmic horror#cosmic#tentacle monster#cursed prince#romantasy
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