#gottmik stan

[specialmouse]

Im not even a huge gottmik stan but the nina bonina brown of it all in claiming the only reason shes successful is her budget has to be transphobic. Like. Fuck off

[brainrotarchive]

⭐️ rpdr all stars 9 spoilers ⭐️

I rarely talk about my drag race obsession but this finale has me in my feels. obviously congrats to angeria, she’s an amazing and talented and stunning and funny queen. but the finale was so off. i’m a gottmik and plastique stan so i might be a bit biased but i don’t agree with the top 2 in the variety show at all. all the girls did really well, no doubt they are talented. but imo the clear outstanders were plastique gottmik and shannel. they were giving future of drag and real talent outside of the talent for performance they all share. I think the judging feels off because of a generational divide. the judges are old. they are gagging for the oldschool references while more modern takes on drag don’t get as much recognition. vanessa was gaggy and fun but imo it wasn’t the best of the night.

also why was the final lipsync so mid? noone stood out to me. was roxxxy holding back?

it all feels a bit rigged ngl.

I also kinda hate the way the last episode makes the track record a bit irrelevant. even in as7 I found that really dissatisfying.

I’m also wondering what the production would’ve done if the third place in the badges ranking would land on all the queens who had 4 badges. was there a solution to this or did they decide based on creating a clear top 3?

anyways we were so blessed to see these amazing queens on our screens and it was a sickening season for fashion. gottmik and plastique were giving excellence.

[sweetestberryofthebunch]

In case anyone forgot, this IS a Gottmik stan account. To some extend

[lowpolylobotomy]

wait charly u know a lot of drag race stuff. do u know of any queens that are bi/pan (the only ones i can name off the top of my head are adore and scaredy kat)

love that i am ur resident drag race oracle . it’s the autism

daya betty, kaos, uhhh river medway, anubis i think, kerri ??? i think ??????, morgan mcmichaels, uhhh, kendall gender (engaged to a trans woman, everyone stan patch), gottmik

im sure there r others but those are the ones off the top of my head

[qnewsau]

Drag Race's Gottmik reacts to joke theft accusations in roast

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Drag Race's Gottmik reacts to joke theft accusations in roast

RuPaul’s Drag Race All Stars 9 queen Gottmik has responded to accusations of joke theft after her roast in the latest episode.

For the queens’ sixth maxi-challenge, Ru tasked them with roasting each other on stage for the episode’s National Drag Convention.

“As drag queens, we need to come together to support the freedom of speech, the freedom of expression and the freedom to read a bitch to filth,” Ru explains early in the ep.

Ultimately, the roast was a very strong one. You can watch the roast in full below:

However when All Stars 9 favourite Gottmik took the podium, people realized they’d heard many of her jokes before.

The jokes were extremely similar to US comedian Nikki Glaser’s jokes from Comedy Central’s celebrity roasts.

Taking aim at Angeria Paris VanMichael, Gottmik told her, “Girl, I’m not gonna stand up here and badmouth you because clearly God already has.”

But in 2016, Nikki Glaser told singer-songwriter Jewel the same thing at Comedy Central’s Rob Lowe roast.

“Jewel, I don’t want to badmouth you since God already did,” Nikki said.

When making fun of Plastique Tiara, Gottmik borrowed a joke Nikki made at Bruce Willis’ 2018 Comedy Central roast.

“You guys, if you didn’t know, her resume is insane! Influencer, dancer, actor… you name it, she’s f__ked it,” the Snatch Game winner exclaimed.

In 2018, Nikki Glaser said of Cybill Shepherd, “Her resume is insane. If you look at it, it’s just like: model, actor, singer… you name it, she’s f__ked it.”

Gottmik stealing every single joke from Nikki Glaser.. #DragRace #AllStars9 pic.twitter.com/6qlvM3nKeb

— beatrice (@kelIyanne) June 14, 2024

Gottmik told Shannel, “You are consistently fighting the war against homophobia… and subtlety, clearly.”

However, in 2016, Nikki Glaser told comic and former army guy Rob Riggle, “Rob Riggle, I want to thank you so much for fighting the war against terrorism and subtlety.”

On the All Stars 9 roast, Gottmik told Nina West, “Girl, for real, your run in Hairspray was truly the best… you could do.”

During Comedy Central’s Alec Baldwin roast in 2019, Nikki told actor Sean Hayes, “Will & Grace was really the best… you could do.”

‘Nikki is my queen’

After the episode, Drag Race fans posted about hearing the same jokes before.

“Lots of queens take jokes from the Comedy Central roasts, but every single joke was wild. I was a Nikki Glaser fan so I knew every single one. Gottmik, I still love you, but this was not your week,” one person said.

Another wrote, “We’ve all heard repurposed jokes on Drag Race, but this is…lol.”

“What makes it worse is that Nikki’s delivery was better across the board,” another person said.

Gottmik responded in a post Twitter X admitting she ~reworked~ the jokes for her All Stars 9 set.

“Wait, do you guys think everyone wrote their jokes!? lol Nikki is my queen so reworking a few of her jokes was a DUH for me. Love her,” Gottmik wrote.

RuPaul’s Drag Race All Stars 9 is streaming in Australia on Stan.

Wait do you guys think everyone wrote their jokes!? loll Nikki is my queen so reworking a few of her jokes was a DUH for me love her

— Gottmik (@gottmik) June 14, 2024

Lots more RuPaul’s Drag Race:

Gottmik responds after conservatives gagged by that All Stars 9 runway

Ru-vealed: Here’s the ten queens on Drag Race Down Under season 4

Rhys Nicholson on the ‘grim’ Drag Race Down Under we almost saw

Willam blasts Michelle Visage hosting Drag Race Down Under

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[prettygirlgerard]

🎏GOTTMIK; I/me/myself/ edit

🎐cheered myself up by making this

[chachkies]

why are my favorite people so fucking cute 🥺

[artificialqueens]

Backyard Boy (Gottrosenali) - Pinkgrapefruit

a/n -

special thanks to the druk discord for both their help with gottrosenali as a whole and the enby central station for their invaluable help in my portrayal of a trans character. also thanks to frey for her infinite wisdom when it comes to grammar.

i really hope you like it so please let me know how you feel!!!

*

Dance with me in my backyard, boy

Looking super fine in your corduroy

Drive me ‘round the block

We can go in a loop

And we’ll turn the volume up on some

Good boy band tunes

*

Mik leans forward, head bumping against one of the front seats as he attempts to grab Denali’s phone from the cup holder. She doesn’t notice, too focused on navigating towards the Mcdonald’s, but Rosé does, and she slaps his hand like a small child.

“I love you baby boy, but I’d rather Nali drive us into a wall before I let you play Gaga one more time.” She sounds grumpy, but Mik can search out the soft undertone and he rubs a thumb over her hand before he leans back. He sighs in relief, twisting a little to try and release some of the pressure from his binder before he sits back.

“God, someone needs to get some food into you,” he jokes and he watches as Denali places her hand on Rosé’s thigh - the pink-haired girl has always been the worst for being hangry.

It’s their lunch break, and they’ve escaped into town to get a McDonald’s before they have to sit through another hour of school. There isn’t a lesson they share between the three of them, so they relish in this time together.

“Drive-thru or eat in?” Denali calls out, her volume always a little too loud for the tiny Volkswagen she drives.

“Uh,” Mik replies, “I’m paying and I need a wee, so I reckon we go inside and then eat in the car.”

Rosé grunts, and he sees Denali’s thumb slide over her tights before she sighs. “You know I hate it when we eat in here,” she moans, but then she catches his eye and rolls her own. “But sure.”

Mik pumps his fist in triumph and, once they’re parked up, makes sure to give Denali a quick peck on the forehead before intertwining his fingers with Rosé’s. Denali wipes the Carmex off her forehead with an affectionate scowl, patting his ass in return before skipping ahead to open the door.

“My loves,” she bows her head, waving her hand in a comically large gesture that makes even Rosé crack a smile.

“Chivalry ain’t dead. He hears her mutter under her breath, and he laughs in response, loving the way her eyes brighten up when he does.

He orders for them, Rosé in too much of a grump to avoid yelling at the poor cashiers, and Nali with just a little too much anxiety. He notes down the orders on his phone like a good boyfriend and then relays them perfectly, adding on a bag of mozzarella sticks because he knows Rosé will try and steal his.

"Ladies,” he bows as he holds out the brown paper bag, and Rosé loops a hand through his arm. He loves it when she allows herself to be clingy, and Denali does too, so they let her whenever she feels it - even if it means having to guide a dead weight back to the car.

She sighs and flutters her eyes open when she’s back into the passenger seat before snorting a chuckle that makes Denali do a double-take from the fries she’d been devouring.

She points hazily at the paper bag. “Mik-Donalds-” she jokes.

“Fuck,” Mik says, leaning forward again from the back seat to drop a peck on Rosé’s cheek. “God, I love you.”

Denali places a palm on his cheek while he’s still leaning forward. “Same,” she sighs. “Same.

*

I can feel the fresh air

I can feel your eyes stare

And I’m not gonna lie

I get a little bit scared

My heart is on wings

I’m living in dreams

And at the top of our lungs, we sing

*

He lets his back hit the locker with a clang, double-checking the number because even after a year and a bit of dating he’s still never quite sure which locker belongs to Rosé. Luckily, he’s proven to be correct when Denali skips over to him, slipping her hand into his and leaning her head on his arm with a deep sigh.

"Spanish not doing it for you?” he jokes, tilting his head so it rests on top of hers, watching the rest of the students trail out of the class.

“Not last period,” she sighs, rubbing her temple with her index finger. “I’m getting a headache I swear.” She angles her head to check Mik’s watch and clicks her tongue. “Where’s Rosie,” she whines, much to Mik’s amusement.

“Rehearsals will be running late,” he tells her, enjoying the way she’s curling further into his side as the bell chimes loudly above them.

She harrumphs, mewling even more as he pulls away from her side, placing his rucksack on the ground and rummaging around for the painkillers he tends to keep. He finds them, and hands them to her alongside a bottle of water that she grasps quickly, swallowing the pills with a happy sigh. When he stands, he lets her fall back under his arm and he traces patterns on her back, muttering about his senior textiles project while she butts in with questions.

As the 3:15 bell chimes, they watch the last dregs of students trail out of the door, and Mik starts to suck at his teeth in frustration. He knows he’s done the same thing when engrossed in a project, eyes only focusing on the way the needle goes through the fabric, but he can’t bring himself not to be irritated when Rosé hasn’t even texted.

“Ah, the prophetic daughter returns,” Denali mocks from in his shirt, pulling him out of his thoughts and making him turn towards the theatre department where Rosé is jogging casually down the hall.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she calls, sliding slightly as her worn converse lack grip on school linoleum. She comes to a halt, hands on his bare arms, lips pressed against his cheek in a chaste peck. She does the same to Denali in apology, and although the girl still looks grumpy, there’s a flicker of warmth in her eyes.

“You’re driving home,” she says bluntly, handing over her keys with a scowl before turning to the door, and Rosé looks at Mik questioningly.

“Headache,” he tells her, and she nods knowingly.

“Migraine?”

“Not yet.” She sighs, shaking the keys in her hand to elicit a pleasant jingle, but Mik notices how it makes Denali wince. “Soon,” he amends before jogging to catch up to her - knowing the sun will do little to improve her mood.

“Sleepover it is,” Rosé sighs to herself, unlocking the car from a distance and watching as he helps Denali into the passenger seat - all too aware that the last time she was in the backseat with a migraine, it went terribly. She smiles, she’s not sure how she got so lucky.

*

Da da da da da da

Da da da da da da

Everything is perfect

Da da da da da da

Da da da da da da

All our words were worth it

*

Mik’s been going to the gym to cope wth his dysphoria, and it shows in the way his shoulders are getting broader and his muscles more defined. An extra bonus is the way it means he can cradle Denali in his arms, carrying her easily up the stairs. He lets her rest her head in the crook of his neck and relents when she tries to get him into bed with her, curling around her and sending Rosé off to search for Denali’s rescue meds.

She brings a glass of water and a sticky cold patch with her, which she applies gently to Denali’s forehead, coaxing a whimper out of her. They get her to swallow the pill, and then Rosé closes the curtains, padding around quietly before sliding into the bed next to them both.

Neither quite know what they would do if Denali’s migraines made her sensitive to touch as well as light and sound (they’re all too affectionate to try and withhold touch), but they’ve lived through enough of them that they know that with a dose of medication and a few hours in the dark she tends to be good as new.

They’re right, though the attack does relegate them to ordering pizza and eating it in Rosé’s ridiculously large bed (or at least this is the excuse they use on her mum when she looks at them disapprovingly).

Denali presses a kiss to Rosé’s bare shoulder and the pink-haired girl rolls over, placing a hand next to each of her shoulders and hovering above Denali with a wicked grin until Mik pokes his finger into her side and she collapses. Denali lets out a yelp, but she’s giggling while Rosé curses them both for ruining her moment.

“No funny business while Nali’s drugged up,” Mik reminds her gently - a rule they had to put into place after they made the side effects of her meds ten times worse due to some rougher activities.

It’s a situation that they’re not particularly willing to repeat.

Rosé rolls over Denali again until she’s in between them, sighing contentedly when Mik rests his head on her chest. “Movie?” she asks quietly.

“Disney!” Denali suggests, before wincing ever so slightly at the pitch of her own voice. She runs a hand through Mik’s hair and then places her head on Rosé’s other shoulder.

“I’m down for that,” Mik agrees.

“UP?”

“That’s Pixar, god, Rosie, know your animated films.”

“Potato, Potato,” Rosé replies, clicking on the title on Disney+ before tossing the remote to the side.

They don’t mention Rosé crying when Ellie dies.

They fall asleep to the end credits.

*

Da da da da da da

Da da da da da da

Dancing around like a clown at the circus

Da da da da da da

Da da da da da da

Backyard boy, you make me nervous

*

Mik wakes up to aching in his lower abdomen and it sends a shiver of fear down his spine. His boxers feel slightly damp, and he’s grateful that he fell asleep with his head on Rosé’s chest.

He flips the soft comforter over so he can see the sheets, and the sight of the blood makes him more nauseous than his cramps. He weighs his options for a second before gently stroking Denali’s cheek with a sigh.

“Baby,” he says with a quick glance at Rosé’s lit up alarm clock. It’s four am. “Uh, Nali.” Denali lifts her head from Rosé’s shoulder and blinks her eyes expectantly. They’re bleary and she lifts a hand to rub at them before she properly focuses on Mik.

In the dim room, she can see the dark patch on the white bottom sheet and she gently palms his face.

“Let’s get you cleaned up love,” she says with an apologetic smile. He nods and watches as she rolls out of the wide double and swiftly locates the pair of period pants he keeps in a hidden pocket of his duffle. She looks between them and a tampon before tossing the tampon onto Rosé’s desk and then hands them to Mik, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. “Go on, love.” She nods towards the bathroom and he smiles weakly, watching her shake Rosé awake with a gentle hand.

When he gets back, the bedside lamps are on and Rosé is stripping the bed, tossing the spoiled sheets into a pile on the floor. When he looks around for Denali, she stops and walks over to him, palming his chest over his t-shirt and snuggling into him the best she can with the small height difference.

“She’s gone to get the Nurofen and a hot water bottle,” she tells him - voice hoarse from sleep.

“I’m sorry-” Mik starts to say, but Rosé cuts him off with a steady hand on the side of his head.

“You don’t have to apologise for anything Gottlieb,” she asserts firmly. “It’s a natural thing that happens to bodies and you wouldn’t let me or Nali say shit if it were us-”

She looks sternly.

“-would you?” He nods in acquiescence and jumps a little when he feels a warm hand on his upper arm. He smells the coconut shampoo of Nali’s hair before he sees her.

“You wouldn’t let Rosie apologise when she bled on your favourite hoodie,” reminds Denali softly, handing him two tablets and a small tumbler of water before exchanging them for a hot water bottle. He sighs when he tucks it into his abdomen, and they make him sit at Rosé’s desk while they bustle around sorting out new bedsheets.

Rosé’s mum pops her head round the door at one point, causing Mik to flush red, though Denali waves her off. “Don’t worry about this, Mrs McCorkel.” She smiles wearily. “Periods.” She shrugs, and Rosé’s mum laughs, shutting the door with a low thud.

They all crawl back into bed, Rosé insisting on spooning him from behind while he holds Denali close. She presses her lips to the back of his neck, and he can feel her smile into the skin.

“You’re my favourite man, handsome,” she states, warmth in her voice. “I love you.”

He buries his face into Denali’s hair and lets the warmness lull him back to sleep.

*

Dance with me in my backyard, boy

Looking super fine in your corduroy (five, six, seven, eight)

Roll the windows down

Let the base drop low

And everybody’s talking

But I don’t wanna know

*

Denali yelps, pulling back from where she’d been straddling Mik in such a way that makes them both fall off the window seat and tumble onto the floor. Rosé looks over at them and scowls, a highlighter in her hand. She makes an obscene gesture with it and then sets it down.

“Can you two be horndogs literally anywhere else,” she asks, exasperated, and they both fall into giggles.

“I’m sorry!” Denali squeals as Mik runs a hand down her side. “Your boyfriend just gave me carpet burn from his damn moustache.”

Mik looks up, somewhere between awestruck and dazed.

“Maybe it’s retaliation for you giving me rug burn,” Rosé quips with a wink before looking at their boyfriend, who’s doing a perfect meerkat expression. Before she can blink, he’s on his feet and running towards the bathroom, where they hear a sharp squeak of excitement.

She holds a hand out to Denali who pulls her out of her chair, and they let their interlocked fingers swing together as they wander over to follow him.

In the middle of the counter, next to three empty vials of testosterone, is Mik. His eyes wide and unblinking, fingers stretching the skin of his upper lip so he can pinpoint a single pale brown hair.

Denali places a featherlight kiss on his exposed shoulder and then reaches to touch it, pulling back in mock anguish.

“Ouch!” she shouts, and Rosé stifles a giggle at her antics, rubbing a hand on Mik’s back to try and gauge how he’s feeling. He sighs into the touch and his shoulders relax a bit.

“That’s one special little dude you’ve got there, bubs,” she tells him with a look of pride on her face. “I think it needs a name.”

Denali looks at her and shakes her head, but Mik is already nodding slowly. “Jeremy,” he says, voice full of conviction.

“We’re not naming his face pube,” Denali fights back, hoisting herself up onto the counter so she can look closer. She ruffles his hair with her fingers and he swats her away.

“Two against one, love,” Rosé points out. “Jeremy the destroyer.”

She leans up and kisses his top lip. “There is now a fourth in this relationship,” she announces smugly, raising an eyebrow at Denali, who holds her hands up. Mik looks between the two of them in amusement.

“I’m not going to kiss the face pube-”

“He has a name,” Rosé cuts her off with a grin.

“I’m not going to kiss Jeremy the destroyer,” Denali responds petulantly, throwing a slightly damp flannel at her from beside the sink.

“Do you not support your boyfriend?” Rosé catches it and tries to throw it back, but Mik grabs it out of the air, holding onto it so he doesn’t get one in the face.

“Rosie McCorkel, you little bitch.”

Mik watches them, dismayed, but incredibly entertained. “Fucking lesbians,” he mutters under his breath, still smiling.

*

Feel the fresh air

I can feel your eyes stare

And I’m not gonna lie

I get a little bit scared

And my heart is on wings

I’m living in dreams

And at the top of our lungs, we sing

*

Denali smiles at him as she slips out of the glass door, wincing a little as her bare feet touch the sun-bleached patio stones. He feels Rosé flick some water at him from her place in the pool, but he flips her off, beckoning to Denali, who does an awkward little hop-scotch across the hot yard until she can slide down next to him on the sun-lounger.

He places a gentle hand on her exposed hip, but she clicks her tongue at him. “Mikkk,” she whines, and he places a kiss on her temple before he slides off the sun lounger and moves down to sit on the edge of the pool.

It’s such a hot day that even the lukewarm water on his legs feels like an ice bath, and he desperately wants to take his baggy shirt off, but the idea of sitting outdoors in a sports bra makes him squirm a little. Rosé’s neighbours could see.

She seems to catch his discomfort and she swims up to him, placing one hand on each of his thighs to hold herself up in the water.

“You’re so short,” he teases gently, but she just hoists herself up, straining her neck to place a wet kiss on his chin. She snorts into it and falls backwards, flailing in the water so he gets covered in a fine spray.

“You need to calm down,” he tells her, hearing Denali chuckle in the background.

“Come and make me,” Rosé replies as she swims further away. She tries to shake her ass at him - skimpy pink bikini bottoms pulled high up onto her hips - but she falls forward, head going under the water again.

“Did she ever learn to swim?” Denali asks between loud slurps of ice-cold lemonade, the book she was reading in the shade long forgotten.

“I really couldn’t tell you.”

He turns back to the pool and sees Rosé sitting on one of the bottom steps, hair ties in hand as she tries to braid her thick, pink hair - her fingers fumbling in an attempt that can only be deemed pitiful. He sighs, moving to sit behind her so his swimming trunks are completely submerged. She leans back into him gratefully, and he takes the hair bobbles willingly, weaving her two french braids.

He’s about to move after he finishes when he hears wet footsteps.

“Don’t run, love!” calls Rosé, paddling next to Mik so she’s leaning on the edge of the pool. Denali just scoffs, skidding on the water until she can dive straight into the deep end of the pool. He winces as she does it, hand reaching out to grip Rosé’s, but they both know that her ice-skater balance will save her. She does a messy front stroke over to her partners, her costume glittering in all of its tacky-mermaid glory.

Denali slides between his legs and tips her head back for a kiss, pouting until he gives her a chaste kiss, and then indulging Rosé, who scrunches her nose at the momentary lack of affection.

Mik sighs, pulling Denali’s long hair out of the messy bun it’s in and separating it into two. “Thank you, Mik, we love you, Mik, you’re the best boyfriend ever, Mik,” he moans, letting his fingers slide through her hair like silk.

Rosé tries to hide her laughter in a cough.

It doesn’t work.

*

Da da da da da da

Da da da da da da

Everything is perfect

Da da da da da da

Da da da da da da

All our words were worth it

*

The euphoria he feels with a pride flag wrapped around his shoulders, billowing behind him like a cape, is unreal. He feels like he could fly if he wasn’t holding hands with Denali, who’s keeping him firmly grounded, and he’s making sure she doesn’t run off and get lost while Rosé has gone to find drinks.

Luckily, they see her before she sees them - Mik is a full head taller than Denali in his platform combat boots and can just about see over the crowd, so he spots the glitter down Rosé’s parting. She’s carrying three plastic cups with straws, and she’s trailed by a sapphic pride flag that’s looped through her belt loops, so it surrounds her denim cut-offs like a skirt.

They’d had a long conversation about the flag - she and Mik sat on the porch with coffee in hand. She’d bought it before they got together and she’s right when she says it looks pretty with her hair - the shades of pink all muddling together until she looks like a ball of cotton candy. He’d smiled and taken her hand in his, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her hair that still smelled of sleep and Denali’s perfume.

“I know you think of me as a man,” he’d said, feeling her squeeze his hand in acknowledgement, “and I know you like women.”

“I just don’t want you to feel left out,” she’d said, poking her tongue into her coffee to check its temperature before taking a long sip. Denali padded out onto the porch, bare feet on the wooden slats. She was wrapped in a tartan blanket and she sat down next to Mik with a huff, laying her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes.

“I’ll survive not being the centre of your attention babe,” he’d joked. And that had been it.

It was the right thing to say because she looks radiant in the sun, and he takes the cold peach lemonade gratefully, handing off Nali-watch to Rosé as he adjusts his trans flag in a shop window.

He re-ties Denali’s bi flag while he’s at it, looping it through the straps of her dungarees so it won’t come loose in the crowd. She turns around and smiles gratefully, placing a soft hand on his barely-there stubble.

Rosé called them disgusting when she first saw them this morning, side by side in their matching crop tops and dungaree shorts. He’s got his own over a nude binder, and it’s the closest he’s ever felt to being shirtless, even with the way his chest is sweating in the summer heat. He knows Rosé’s rucksack has a spare top and bra for him - it’s a part of the reason why he loves her.

“All good?” Rosé asks, adjusting one of the pins in Denali’s flower crown (pink, blue and white) out of habit. She presses a quick kiss to the tip of Denali’s nose and then checks her braids in the shop window too.

“Am I still on Nali-watch?” Mik asks, half-joking and offering his arm for her to take, to which Denali laughs and waves her hand.

“I can get places myself, guys,” she giggles.

“You absolutely cannot,” Mik tells her, raking his hand through his sweaty curls.

“Not if we wanna get there on time,” chimes in Rosé, taking Denali’s hand and swinging it between them. “Now, come on!”

*

Da da da da da da

Da da da da da da

Dancing around like a clown at the circus

Da da da da da da

Da da da da da da

*

“We have a present for you,” Denali tells him, watching him comb hair gel through his curls in an attempt to tame them before he puts his graduation cap on. He smiles, watching her in the mirror as she curls the back of Rosé’s hair with deft fingers. Rosé flicks her eyes up from the eyeshadow palette she’s looking at, a small smirk playing on her lips, and she goes to say something, but then she stops herself.

“Well, now I’m excited,” he tells them, placing his tie loosely around his neck and leaning back against the countertop, watching them adoringly.

It’s moments like this that he just can’t believe his luck - how he’s got two beautiful women to call his own. Denali is a vision in lilac - a fitted bodice moving into a flared skirt that reminds him of the skating videos her mum showed him at Christmas. Her newly bleached hair is in a braid over her shoulder, and the loose baby hairs that just won’t submit to hair spray make him want to tuck them gently behind her ear.

Rosé resolutely told them she wanted them to die for her, and she’s really trying in a pink, bardot dress that shows too much cleavage to be appropriate for graduation. He supposes she wants to go out with a bang, and he’s not complaining, but he might need a moment before they leave just to collect himself.

“You look flustered,” smirks Rosé with one eyebrow quirked. It pulls him out of his throughs, and he flushes a darker shade of red at the comment.

“Stop teasing him,” Denali tells her, moving to put on some lip gloss before he can steal one last kiss. “I wanna get onto the surprise.”

“Impatient baby,” Mik jokes to get the heat off himself, and she bats a blush brush at him. He’s about to respond when Rosé places a hand on his cheek, guiding his body around so she can fasten his navy blue tie.

“Be good,” she tells him with a tap on the nose. “Now stay here for a second.”

He waits quietly in the bathroom while his girlfriends hurry off, coming back after a few minutes with an envelope and a tentative look on both of their faces. Denali hangs back, leaning against the doorframe with a crinkled nose while Rosé moves forward and holds out the envelope. She waves it at him and he takes it, feeling its weight in his hands. It’s light, but there’s something about it. He can’t figure out what it is.

He shoves a makeup brush under the seal and rips it across, drawing a snigger out of Denali, and Rosé rolls her eyes at them, holding out her hand for her makeup brush because she doesn’t trust him with it.

He holds it out of apprehension and he hears someone click their tongue at him with impatience.

Slowly, Mik pulls out a single sheet of paper and his breath hitches.

“No,” he exhales, feeling his tailbone hit the edge of the countertop in a way he knows will hurt later. He blinks a couple of times and the envelope falls out of his hands, grabbed by Denali who swoops in, placing a warm palm on his upper arm.

“Yes,” replies Rosé, a smile in her voice.

It’s a GoFundMe receipt printed on flimsy copy paper totalling just over $5000. He doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“The whole year pitched in - the school really,” Denali murmurs, her hand on him a grounding presence that keeps him tethered to this reality.

“I don’t know what to say.” He’s being totally honest, voice shaking under the weight of his emotions. It’s everything he’s ever wanted and he’d resigned himself to another four or five years without that. “It’s freedom.”

“You deserve it, love,” Rosé tells him, her smile softer than he’s seen in a while - softer than she tends to go without Denali pouting at her.

Denali reaches up and swipes the pad of her thumb under his eye to catch the tears he didn’t know were falling before straightening his tie and placing a firm hand on his chest.

“Come on handsome,” she tells him, taking a deep breath. “Let’s go.”

*

Backyard boy, you make me nervous

[gwskris10]

this duo😂✨

[leafblowerfan]

There's no feeling like walking into a room full of straight boys yelling Covergirl into a flatscreen TV

[gendertranser]

To all the people who followed me thinking I’d talk more about drag race or about whatever I’ve talked abt for a short period of time thats blown up DO NOT BE FOOLED this is still just a silly little anime blog <3

[faelapis]

random trans thoughts & vent //

i've started watching unhhhh and i love it. its really funny. i've always been slightly uncomfortable with drag culture for probably the same reason a lot of other trans people are... but this show is healing the rift a little bit in my heart. it helps that they're both openly supportive of trans people, and they tend not to rely on the transphobic jokes that a lot of drag performers do.

to elaborate on that rift - drag queens are often seen as trans people's "fun" cousin who you're allowed to make fun of. it never escaped my notice that rupauls drag race got "big" before we saw any good trans representation, and that at the same time, the existing trans representation was tragically woobified and focused on angst, self-hatred and discrimination almost exclusively.

drag, on the other hand, often gleefully made fun of itself and invited cishet people to do the same. in comedy, they tended to often use transphobia as a punchline which did not hurt them too bad, relying on ciscentrism, fake boob gags and man in a dress-jokes that they themselves are "in" on.

it certainly doesnt help with a figurehead like rupaul who, well, has made a lot of distasteful comments, even if he eventually apologized. but the problem with those comments is that they kinda emphasize the frustration a lot of trans people feel with drag culture - that they say shit like a trans woman is just a drag queen with "50k and a good surgeon" or emphasize how their own performance "fails" at true womanhood. so they allow cis people those thoughts and reap the rewards. they get to be fun, self-aware, self-parodying and unserious. the good ones.

sure, they do challenge gender roles, which i'll yield to rupaul is indeed "punk rock"... but only as long as they remain "self-aware" of a level of artifice, in a way that never challenges how gender is seen as a cisnormative biological construct. in another rupaul interview, the guardian contrasted drags "playfulness" with trans people's "earnest militancy." which shows how defanged drag is nowadays, when the UK press is comfortable enough to compliment it.

but when you're serious, that's a "problem." when you're an actual trans person who doesn't appreciate your lived experiences constantly being portrayed as a joke, camp, failed seriousness, a clown show, a mockery of gender roles, etc... thats when drag culture feels like its partially there to make fun of you. its a surprisingly fine line to walk, gay men making fun of gender without being ciscentric.

i'm certainly not calling on it to become more self-important or serious, goodness knows we need comedy. especially comedy that challenges heteronormativity and gender roles. that is awesome. but its when drag leans in to its own "privilege" as "the good, funny, self-aware ones (who aren't mentally ill like the freaky trans folk)," thats when it fails to be subversive in any real way.

i've had cis LGB+ friends be surprised that i don't watch drag race. for them, its often a place for fun, lighthearted representation, where they get to feel at home in a way that isn't too angsty. but for me, and many trans people, its often felt like a world that would prefer not to think about us.

tl;dr - stan this collab between nikkietutorials and gottmik

[foxynali]

ʚ stan list ɞ

K-POP:

boy groups:

(ult) exo. biases: xiumin, kai, chanyeol, d.o, baekhyun.

txt. bias: beomgyu.

riize. bias: sungchan.

shinee. bias: onew.

seventeen. biases: hoshi, dino, jeonghan.

support list: nu'est, ateez, infinite, teen top, mblaq, nct, boysnextdoor, tws, enhypen.

girl groups:

(ult) snsd. bias: tiffany.

(ult) twice. biases: nayeon, momo.

stayc. biases: isa, yoon.

everglow. biases: yiren, aisha.

blackpink. biases: ot4.

aespa. bias: giselle, ningning

support list: apink, f(x), sunmi, suhyun (akmu), dreamcatcher, oh my girl, (g)-idle, momoland, girl's day, jeon somi, mamamoo, ailee, yena, le sserafim, ive, babymonster, illit.

DRAG: 

i have not watched: down under, canada s2/3/4, all stars 8, thailand, uk s3/4/5, holland, españa s2/3, italia, france s2. philippines, belgique, sverige, mexico, germany (help).

usa:  tatianna, jujubee, kylie sonique love, raja, manila, jinkx monsoon, detox, bendelacreme, miss fame, katya, trixie mattel, bob the drag queen, kim chi, shea coulée, aquaria, yuhua hamasaki, blair st. clair, monet x change, asia o'hara, mo heart, vanessa vanjie mateo, plastique tiara, ra'jah o'hara, scarlet envy, jaida essence hall, gigi goode, jackie cox, nicky doll, heidi n closet, symone, denali, gottmik, bosco, daya betty, willow pill, marcia marcia marcia, sasha colby, luxx noir london, nymphia wind, plane jane, sapphira crystal, mirage amuro, morphine love dion, xunami muse, dawn.

canada: priyanka, kiara, lemon, boa, juice boxx, tynomi banks.

uk: blu hydrangea, baga chipz, divina de campo, cheryl hole, bimini bon boulash, tayce, tia kofi, lawrence chaney, ellie diamond, victoria scone.

españa: carmen farala, killer queen, sagittaria, arantxa castilla la mancha, hugáceo crujiente.

france: soa de muse, kam hugh, la grande dame.

DRAG SHIPS: 

favorites: trixie/katya (trixya), nymphia wind/plane jane (planymphia), jasmine kennedy/daya betty (jasya), lemon/priyanka (lemyanka), marcia/sasha colby, carmen farala/sagittaria, kam hugh/la grande dame, gigi goode/nicky doll (goodedoll), gigi goode/jaida essence hall (goodessence).

like: lemon/juice boxx (lemonjuice), naomi/kim chi (naochi), bendelacreme/jinkx monsoon (jela/jinkx & dela), bendelacreme/trixie mattel. jackie cox/jan sport (jankie), jaida essence hall/nicky doll (halldoll), raja gemini/manila luzon (rajila),  scarlet envy/yvie oddly (scyvie), sasha velour/shea coulée (sashea), arantxa/hugaceo (aranceo).

i sometimes read: brooke/vanjie (branjie), blu/cheryl (hole hydrangea), tayce/bimini, s6 ships, s14 ships.

[stylesuperstar]

who all do you stan for drag?

I WAS WRITING THIS AND IT WAS SO LONG AND IT GOT DELETEDDD so i had to rewrite.

bosco, crystal methyd and max are my faves :)

other artists from the show that i also love: willow pill, jaida essence hall, bob, lady camden, symone, kahanna montrese, manila luzon, blu hydrangea, priyanka, bendelacreme, jinkx monsoon, kerri colby, shea coulee, gottmik, gigi goode, denali, peppermint, jackie cox, and kelly mantle to name a few lolol

other artists i love: evah destruction, niko sanrio, tara belle

i havent seen much of the show in other countries, so i only know a little :[

[qnewsau]

Gottmik responds to conservatives gagged by Drag Race runway

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Gottmik responds to conservatives gagged by Drag Race runway

Transgender RuPaul’s Drag Race superstar Gottmik has given the perfect response to her top surgery-inspired runway that has upset a lot of conservatives.

During the most recent episode of All Stars 9, the category was A Tail and Two Titties. The ridiculously talented drag artist, who uses he/him pronouns but she/her pronouns while in drag, walked out onto the Drag Race runway topless, with red threads below her nipples.

Two fake arms wrapped around her chest, with a scalpel in each hand. Gottmik accessorised the look with a clear plastic bag holding two bedazzled, bloody balls.

In the past week, Gottmik’s look – which ultimately won money for a trans charity – riled up a lot of conservatives.

High profile right-wing account Libs of TikTok called the look “absolutely disgusting”. Ex-Fox News journalist Megyn Kelly called it “sick” and “misogynistic”.

In Australia, Sky News Australia opinion-haver Rita Panahi played footage of Gottmik’s runway with most of it completely blurred.

Literally moments after Gottmik explained in the Drag Race clip that her surgery was life-changing for her, Rita blasted the look as “normalising the worst excesses of the trans movement” and claimed it was “so dangerous” to be “glorifying and promoting” top surgery.

‘Reminds me why I do what I do’

But Gottmik couldn’t disagree more. The drag queen celebrated her name trending on Twitter and declaring “no one affirms my gender like the terf community hating my art”.

“Winning another tip of 10k for [charity] @translifeline while wearing this look was BEYOND (and talk about crashing the cis-tem) lol,” Gottmik wrote on Instagram.

“Thank you guys for all of the love and support this week.

“Seeing the emotional response this piece has had on so many people has really impacted me in the most amazing way and reminded me that this is why I do what I do.

Gottmik wrote in a separate post, “This look is beyond just me. It is a piece of art and fashion that represents something that I never thought I’d be vulnerable enough to talk about let alone wear on the runway of @rupaulsdragrace.

“This look represents the pain and suffering I went through while all at the some time experiencing complete trans queer liberation in a way that I hope everyone seeing this will feel one day.

“I found my peace within the fashion drag artistry space and I hope everyone finds theirs in one way or another.”

Watch the full runway and check out more of Gottmik’s photos of her look below.

RuPaul’s Drag Race All Stars is streaming in Australia on Stan.

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[crashthecistem]

ugh i cant believe how groundbreaking this drag race season is. first ever ftm contestant and first ever gay contestant! stan our trailblazing icons gottmik and joey jay <3