#gay people??

[pistachi0art]

mooters?? 🍈

[bittersweet-bumblebees]

im so sillt im so silly im so silly im so sill

[snebulae]

bleeejhhh two random side profiles!1!1!

[some-pers0n]

I hate how people will look at popular indie artists who had one or two songs go viral on TikTok and start making fun of anybody who listens to them. "Oh you listen to Lemon Demon, Will Wood, Jack Stauber, Glass Animals, and Mother Mother? Tsk, don't you know that is stupid TikTok neurodivergent white transmasc preteen music? It's so mid and bad you should listen to real music–" you are a pit of misery

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[petshopbutch]

submissive in the way a livestock guardian dog is submissive to the sheep it kills wolves for

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[theartofmadeline]

yeah i'm wlw (wench loving wench)

[lazylittledragon]

some domestic shadowlachs <33

[cozylittleartblog]

i dont know how to explain it but joining extremely small fandoms with only a few people in them feels like this

[hansatorium]

[theacehidingupyoursleeve]

Hi I would like to say that this prompt is funny as FUCK and then feed the hmmk fandom hahahaha dw about my asry fic that still hasn’t started I’m just sillyyyyy like thattt

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This takes place right before Yuujin returns to Japan, it’s very fluffy!! So be warned- and maybe ooc for Yuujin? I don’t think so but I’m not an expert on the guy. Here we go!

I looked out onto Dover with solemn eyes. How could so much tragedy take place.. yet this simple view remained as novel as the day I arrived?Perhaps that accursed day is when it all started. The tumultuous waves slid rose colored lenses over my naive gaze, masking the darkness of London in a shimmering scene. How could I have been so foolish?

Sherlock, my ever faithful partner walked behind me, it was a show of his own uncertainty, he always preferred to spur forward, always chasing some unseen horizon or superfluous mystery, I had once been the steadfast observer, following his footsteps with careful consideration. But this haste was not born of newfound bravery, it was born from a wilting rose, who pressed this bundle into my arms with her dying breath.

*’Iris.. her- her name is Iris..’*

Oh gods, how could a man bear such a burden? I was no caretaker, I abandoned Susato and fled to foreign lands, was this karma’s overdue penance? Coming like a fury to collect her debt? What if-

“Mikotoba.” I startled- Sherlock’s voice was filled with overwhelming emotion, had he been as shaken as I had? I turned back, facing him.

“You really must stop thinking so loud. You’re giving me a headache.”

I startled again, but this time, a laugh was ripped out, I could always rely on Sherlock to keep me grounded, I was giving him a *headache?* I’m sure he was mistaken! The baby was the culprit here! Crying all day and night! The detective looked a tad confused, I must’ve seemed insane, laughing at a time like this. Yet he shared such eccentricities, huffing some air as he watched.

“Yuujin, I do not take kindly to ridicule.”

“Apologies, partner, is that ever looming headache splitting your head open at the sound of my mirth?”

“I should think so, good man! It’s much to early to make that much noise!”

“Ahh, of course, what am I to think of your violin practice at three in the morning, then?”

Just as Sherlock tried to respond- the swaddled blanket in my arms giggled- it was simultaneously terrifying and one of the happiest moments of my life. I glanced at Sherlock to assuage his incoming irritation, but-

..He looked astounded. how brilliant- the smartest man I know being struck with wordlessness at something so simple- did he even understand the significance of this? Should I say something and encourage it or just bask in the awe of his bright eyes-

“Yuujin.” The detective hissed, ears flushing pink. “You are speaking your thoughts aloud.”

“..amazing..” I uttered, holding the baby- Iris- closer- if I did not know better I’d say he looked almost fatherly.

“..Sherlock.”

“Yuujin.”

I blinked rapidly, feeling a rush of youthful impulse. Not to mention an absurd amount of foolishness.

“Sherlock- I have something to say-“ I began smartly, “and I fear once I get it out- I will run to the nearest Steamship and then run some more. I’d like to do so while I’m still full of energy.”

My partner made a small sound of confusion, tilting his head like I was a puzzle he could not solve.

“Come now, Yuujin, you know a pretense as interesting as that is bait for the more intriguing statement.”

“I find myself stalling, like a coward.”

“Hmm, well then, out with it.” Sherlock smiles, crossing his arms. “You’ll need this early energy if you want to run.”

“One thing first.”

“That being?”

“Promise me we will still be partners.”

It was selfish, I was aware of it, highly aware, maybe the selfishness emboldened me to keep talking idiotically- but my tongue has slipped loose from violet ribbons holding me back, I held a beating heart in my hands and tasted apprehension in my mouth.

“..of course.”

And so I spoke, smiling with the light of the rising sun.

“I’m in love with you, Sherlock Holmes. I’m in love with that ridiculous brain that never tires, with the lavender smell of your hair on Saturday mornings. The cigar ashes I find in the kitchen. I love the quiet moments after a case where we sit so closely that I can see the speckles of black in your eyes. I love everything and anything you have and will continue to do.”

I pause for a moment.

“..and with that, I think I’ll run from you, if not only so you can gather your thoughts.”

I turned on my heels and ran for my ship, on a high of love and affection. This was not goodbye, but gods! Was I terrified of his inevitable response! Holmes chased horizons, I could only hope he would chase me too.

“YUUJIN!”

A glance behind me.

——

Mikotoba had ran after his confession. Naught but a blue blur on the docks of Dover. I felt a sea of rage build, how dare he stump me like this again!! of course he’d find the one last problem, the only thread capable of tying me up.

He knew I would never tire of the chase, but we were supposed to run side by side!

…irritation mixed with unmistakable fondness rose up, so I did what I do best.

I chased him, reaching out for this red string that stretched across seas.

You know what I really need in fanfics? More confession scenes where one person drops the confessions then runs, fast as fuck, in the other direction.

Like, obviously they’ll meet back up eventually and talk about it (which is hilarious in itself they they would have to sprint to catch up while yelling why they’re like this) , BUT THINK ABOUT IT!!! It 1) give the other person a chance to gather their thoughts so the person confessing doesn’t have to sit in anxious silence and 2) allows the confessor to get it over with quick and overcomes that anxiety over confessing. Also it’s just fucking hilarious.

Like imagine your fav paring or whatever, they get to that part where one (or both idk) realizes their feelings for the other but they’re just anxious to be vulnerable like that or they fear rejection, whatever. One of them suddenly goes, fuck it, and they turn to the other. (Maybe they’re on a sidewalk, maybe their in a park IDK endless possibilities here) and they go:

“ok I’m about to say something, it’s nothing bad (I hope) and I’m willing to talk about it after I say it. I’m 100% serious, this is really not a joke. But I’m going to say this and run to (relevant location). Ok? Ok…. Don’t freak out… iminlovewithyou” *Cue maniac SPRINTING as fast as humanly possible in the other direction* (Bro I’m cracking up just typing about this)

AND THEN!!! You get to chose how they react after a few stunned seconds. Do they sprint after them? Do they shout to bring their ass back over to them? Do they race like hell to beat the other at the determined location??? I don’t know, but it’s hilarious as fuck and can transition seamlessly into heartfelt feeling talk.

(Thinking about this with specific ships is funny as hell too)

Idk I think of more fics had this trope we could all have a grand ol silly time instead of accidentally speed reading through confession schemes because the stress is too much then having to go back and re-read it to fully process it, as one does. You know?

[scurvyboy]

funniest picture i've ever drawn or something

[foxyfexyll]

[murderonthedullexpress]

“Trapped”

Stone Butch Blues - Leslie Feinberg

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Poem by Keaton St. James (@boykeats)

I/Me/Myself - Will Wood

We Both Laughed In Pleasure by Lou Sullivan

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