#homophobia implied

[fairymint]

"oh. Oh honey no~ You said 'everyone' so I thought it was okay!~ y'know-" A very coy limp wristed handwave is presented to brush him off, as his voice dialed up as far as it could with a minimal voice crack, the vocal fry turned up. "At this point I feel bad about like- this is getting- I don't like buying people. False advertising!~" It's a delicate balance, between nervous, a little condescending, kind of offended. Then again, he wasn't into girls that way himself...(Right?) "What's the money for, anyways? I could just get you something worth 25 dollars. That's Decent, for ' birthday gift you know?"

Johnny looks the other up and down.

"Well, I didn't exactly have guys in mind here..." he says. "But, then again, I could actually use the money... Since you're a fella, I might have to charge ya extra, though. How 'bout $50?"

$50 for a kiss?!

[technically-human]

The Case of the Devlin House (Reverse Verse!) as commissioned by @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are everyone thank Haunted!

The father of the Devlin family murdered his wife and children one night, and no one knows why. While investigating the case, Edwin finds a letter from the eldest daughter, in which she expressed her desire to go to college to get away from her father... and closer to the girl she loved. The family has been stuck in a loop since that awful night, and now Edwin is too.

Bonus:

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

james and sirius are better when they're filthy and pathetic and cruel,,, when they don't kiss, they don't hug, they don't have soft moments anymore, not after james started losing weight and sirius, nose-deep in a depressive episode, took that as competition. they've been more handsy and less handsy in the same way: no more touching for comfort. they touch because they'd die without it. sirius punches james in the face. james breaks sirius' ribs. james spits on sirius when they wrestle and sirius swallows it. sirius wakes up with james' mouth on his cock through his sweats, once, dirty and desperate, chanting his name like it would save him. they never bring it up. sirius throws those pants away and makes a comment about filthy queers the next day just to see james flinch.

[mishmash-webster]

Flash warning below ⚠️⚠️

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Various gay graphics I found on Gifcities, pt. 1

(no need to credit me as i didnt create them 👍)

[a-flaming-idiot]

CW: Homophobia Interviewer: "So, Ladybug, Chat Noir, with pride month starting, do you have anything you'd like to say on the topic?" Ladybug, taking the microphone: "I just want all my queer siblings out there to know I see you and I love each and every one of you! I myself, am actually bi and a demigirl. I use she/they pronouns." Random heckler: "Burn in hell, fruit!" Ladybug turning to them like the fucking Terminator: "I WILL FUCKING DROP YOU OVER MY KNEE AND SNAP YOU LIKE THE USELESS, UNWANTED, STALE PRETZEL STICK YOU ARE! DON'T FUCKING TEST ME YOU LIMP-DICK-SON-OF-A-BITCH, COME HERE!" Chat Noir taking the microphone from LB before she runs off: "I have a really amazing boyfriend and I just wanna say how much I love him~"

[heartless-aro]

Allorose people will say shit like “I support asexuals and aromantics! It’s just that I don’t think alloromantic and allosexual are words that should exist, and I think all bigotry towards asexual and aromantic people is just misogyny or misdirected homophobia, and that amatonormativity and allonormativity aren’t real” and then they’ll expect us to believe that they actually support us at all

[strangersteddierthings]

The thing is, Steve has learned, that becoming untouchable isn't all he wants it to be.

People were too quick to try and reach out for him, ask for more than he was willing to give. He hadn't wanted to give up his first kiss to some random girl at some random boy's twelfth birthday party because of spin the bottle. He hadn't wanted to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with Jenny Jackson or Linda Simons at Tommy's birthday party the following year. He did want to take Mary Linscott to Snow Ball, but she just wanted to make out behind the bleachers instead of dance with him. He didn't want to do that but then Brian called him stupid for not wanting to, and asked if he was queer. So, Steve had turned right back around and dragged Mary back under the bleachers, kissing her until it was time to go to prove Brian wrong.

(Even though Steve knows Brian isn't wrong. That Steve had wanted to ask Brian to the dance as much as he'd wanted to ask Mary but knew better than to do that. He saw how they treated Eddie Munson last year for the suspicion of liking other boys and Steve wasn't going to let that happen to himself.)

Brian had congratulated him after and asked what base he got to. Steve didn't want to get to any bases, but he couldn't say that, so he just punched Brian in the arm and said 'more bases than you' which was true because Brian's date didn't kiss him even once.

Then Carol Perkins approached him at lunch, shortly after Snow Ball, and asked if Steve would be her first kiss. Not because she wanted to kiss Steve, but because she wanted to kiss Tommy H, but didn't want to be bad at kissing. Steve agreed because he liked Carol. Not in the way she liked Tommy, but mostly because she'd asked.

No one had done that yet.

She came over to his house on a Saturday because she didn't want Tommy to catch them and think she didn't like him. They made out in his room because, despite his parents being home, they didn't really care who was in his room with him or if the door was open or shut. Probably didn't even notice he had someone over. She leaves an hour later.

By Tuesday Tommy and Carol are an item and by Friday they were Steve's best friends.

However, for reasons Steve doesn't understand, more girls keep asking him to be their first kiss. And maybe it's because he's already got a reputation, or maybe Carol let slip he'd said yes when she asked, but Steve finds himself kissing a lot of girls he doesn't want to. He doesn't know how to say no. Can't find a reason too. Brian's words play in the back of his mind every time he thinks about saying no.

(Are you stupid? Are you queer? He doesn't want to be either of those things, and given his grade in biology and pre-algebra, he's really only got a hope of avoiding the queer label. His father would tolerate a stupid son. He doesn't think he'd survive if his father had a queer one.)

There are a few girls he's been crushing on that ask him and that was nice. One, Alice Baker, even becomes his girlfriend for a month. His first relationship.

Soon eighth grade gives way to being a freshman and Steve, who has always been handsome and cute, catches the eye of upperclassmen now.

And Steve's not sure how it happens, but he ends up moving past first base with another girl whose name he can't remember, or possibly never knew. He doesn't remember asking her for hers when she led him into one of the bedrooms at the house this party was at while he was way too tipsy.

And then it just grows. The reputation and what people expect from him, and he doesn't want it, but he's never said no before so can he start now? Doesn't he need a reason to say no? If he doesn't have a reason, does that make him queer? He should be wanting this. What boy doesn't want this?

And maybe he does want it. But not like this.

He doesn't want to be slightly drunk at yet another party, following the first girl that grabs his wrist and pulls him after her into whatever secluded area they can find. He doesn't want to keep saying yes when he wants to say no.

The summer between freshman and sophomore year he confides in Carol. It's a risk. Carol can be cruel, quick with her words to tear you down, to spread the rumor that will ruin your life. But she's also fiercely loyal.

He tells her he's tired of kissing people he doesn't want to.

Carol is quiet for a long time, and Steve almost thinks he's made a mistake. But then she speaks.

"Okay. Let's make a plan."

And they do. Then suddenly Steve is untouchable. Carol teaches him how to see the weakness in people and call it out. How to wield his facial expressions as a weapon and a shield. How to put on the air of being the most important person everywhere you go so well that everyone else begins to believe it. How to fall back on the fact his parents are rich, gone often, and, almost most importantly, well known in the community. It gives Steve's name a weight to throw around.

More importantly, all of that culminates in people no longer asking things of him. Instead, they look to him to take the lead, they wait to be asked. It makes Steve feel in charge of his life for once.

But now.

Now, years later, having survived a spring break from Hell and averted the apocalypse, Steve watches Eddie hang off Argyle with ease, fling an arm over Jonathan's shoulder while laughing at a joke, easily pull Dustin into a headlock or wrestling match.

Easy touches that Steve should be able to do, too. A jealousy wells inside him almost as much as the unease he feels in his stomach at the mere thought of letting them know they're allowed to reach out and touch him, too. That Eddie's allowed to reach out and touch.

But then he remembers what happened when he let people have that power over him and he can't bring himself to do it.

It settles in Steve, then, the realization. When you become untouchable, you're unable to touch.

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@nburkhardt @i-less-than-three-you adding my own lil bit of angst into the mix now (:

[goated33]

It’s not my fault! I’m not to blame. It is that wretched girl, the witch who sent this flame!

Inspired by @sharkscene ‘s tags

[dovabunny]

Angsty Ghostsoap Idea of the day: 'Johnny, I'm on my way'

Soap calls Ghost at 2am during their leave after days of silence, a sobbing mess. Soap loved his family to bits, they were all very close and affectionate.

Then he came out to them.

Ghost can hear his broken heart as he drunkenly tells him through the tears how they reacted. What they called him. How his father's fist felt. How his mother's sweet eyes looked full of fury and betrayal. What the priest sounded like trying to cast the demon out of him. How the rain tasted when he left at their demand. How suffocating the cheap motel room felt, his phone still pining with texts from his brother calling him a selfish disgrace. A disappointment. Filthy.

A beat of silence, Soap is about to apologize for bothering his Lt at 2am for a drunken selfish call, making himself a burden to others once again. Then Soap heard the rushed shuffle of clothes and the clink of keys on the line.

"Stay where you are, Johnny. I'm on my way."

[mistamysterystan]

Uncle Mullet who’s not from my universe how the FUCK did you fumble THAT bad. You’re probably bisexual who the hell cares, man.

-@formerquestionmarkmp

I DONT KNOW, ALSO WHO ARE YOU

AND NO I AINT-!! I CANT BE- I JUST CANT

[beepborpdoodledorp]

not to be a gay lil conspiracy theorist but does nobody find it even a little sus that two of the most frequently dunked on MD ships are also the two most popular wlw ships (jessa and vizzy)

[charmfamily]

CORVUS CROSSING: A CHARM FAMILY STORY. CHAPTER I "BOY, YOU'LL BE A MAN REAL SOON." PART XVIII. Transcript Beneath the Cut.

ETHAN: Well I know I'm the VIP everywhere I go, but I go take a leak and the entire thing gets packed up? Seems a little excessive…

JAYMES: [He snickers, shaking his head.] You wish, Landgraab — We're starting to get rained out so we're moving the party back to the house. You coming?

ETHAN: Maybe… [His eyes narrow slightly, but his tone remains completely relaxed.] That depends entirely on what you said to Damien to get him to fly off the handle. Don't bother attempting to edit the story to downplay it and make him seem like some psycho and you didn't even say anything that was that big of a deal,— I am very aware of what the hair-trigger rage subjects are.

JAYMES: This. [He smirks] What's happening right now is exactly what I pointed out that made him lose his fucking shit; that it's weird how you two are some conjoined package deal.

ETHAN: [He furrows his brow skeptically, seeming a bit confused by that answer.]

JAYMES: What I said was that his 'hang out at the edge of the party like some emo loner' vibe wasn't impressing me and that it is hella weird that you two are attached at the hip. See? I don't have to edit any story to make him look like a psycho, he just is one… [he snickers] Or some little closet-case that's secretly in love with you… I mean he didn't dance with any of the girls and we had some certified baddies here; he's not showing off, trying to impress them or being … normal. He's glued to you all fucking night.

ETHAN: We've been best friends since —

JAYMES: Save it. That's not best friend, we've been really close bros since forever, behavior. [He rolls his eyes before looking up at the sky, the thunder rumbling overhead steadily but slowly growing louder and closer.] When's the last time Charm had a girlfriend? [He smirks.] You two were hot shit at Persepolis, right? Top of the social food chain? Plenty of chicks must have been lined up unless he's a f— [His voice suddenly becomes strangled, his chest tightening and throat closing; almost as if he's going into anaphylactic shock and can't breathe.]

ETHAN: [He smirks.] See Charm is the one that gets pissed off and starts yelling. Goes for the throat verbally first before he'll swing on you or sling a spell… I don't.

JAYMES: [Gasping for breath, clawing at his neck. No one else seems to even notice.]

ETHAN: Here's what's happening. If you cut Damien, I walk and take with me all that Landgraab clout and money you're looking to farm. If he quits voluntarily, I walk. [He steps in closer and kneels down, lowering his voice to a murmur so that only Jaymes can hear him.] If anything you said to him makes him want to unglue and our friendship suffers, not only will I walk, I will use every ounce of social capital I have to ruin your fucking life which would be a shame since you haven't had a real life for very long. Remember? Stay in your lane, keep your fates-be-damned mouth shut about Damien, and everything will be fine — can we agree to that, Jimmy? [He mentally squeezes down tighter.] Or do you need a few more minutes without air to think it over?

[softantlers]

do you have hcs for van, tai, lottie, and nat dealing with homophobia either individually or as a pair?

oh my shaylas... actually yes & nobody asked me to make this about soccer but i simply have to! 😭

i think the ways they deal with homophobia are rich to consider alongside their positions on the team. i'll center the hc's around verbal homophobia in the outside world, like what you might experience walking down the street. tbh it's kind of sad/heavy hc's but interesting to think through.

van (goalie)- it hurts of course but van would be focused on defending the people around her. i literally see her pushing people behind her and using her body as a shield to weather whatever is coming, in the same way she puts herself on the line to defend the goal.

tai (midfielder)- i have thought of tai in a purely offensive position before but i think her canonical position works for this as a combo between offense/defense. i see her initial reaction to be rage & wanting to fight back (offense) but then it sort of wilts into shame/defense (the internalized homophobia the show hints at) and falling back to guard herself. i think she struggles to find a balance & out of all of them, she is the most deeply affected by these kind of snipes. you have to consider that as a Black lesbian, she has higher risks in fighting back, so i definitely see van naturally pushing tai behind her in those situations.

lottie (center back)- as a center back, lottie is all about letting things deflect off her, sending it back to the other side of the field. she has to be a solid wall and not let anything get past her. so I see her as the type to keep walking, nothing penetrates. not even a glance at the person, nothing. she holds nat's hand and keeps walking, nothing is going to get through her. she's calm waters & to an extent, i don't even think she lets it make it through to her mind. this is the world and you carry on, don't give it a thought.

natalie (winger)- as an offensive player, i could see natalie getting pissy. the "eufjeeidhje fuck you?" that she says when jackie slut shames her could work here. she keeps a level head most of the time but with shit like this? with shit directed at lottie and her friends? she's flipping the asshole off and people are having to sort of drag her away from the interaction.

just my two cents. but interesting to think about how they would all mesh together and keep each other safe in these situations, just like they work together as a soccer team.

[devilboycomic]

The prettiest sinner 🌼

[qwordavoider]

Tommy Begins

I kinda forgot how much I had written of this, and I got the motivation to finish it. So here is the rest of my take on Tommy begins that happens in an alternate version of 8x17 and 8x18. It is canon compliant up to that point. I have posted some snippets on here, but the rest is posted on ao3!

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“Buckley, respond,” Gerrard ordered into his radio. 

“Kinard, don’t be an idiot,” his captain yelled. 

“Tommy, the structure is about to collapse!” Hen warned. 

Tommy gasps as he comes to, shaking away the voices echoing in his head only for it to be replaced by ringing. But all that becomes secondary to the shooting pain in his ribs. He tries to take stock of all of the different pain he is feeling, but the adrenaline hasn’t fully worn off so he can’t say for sure what’s injured. He tries not to move his neck too much as he scans his surroundings, not wanting to risk further injuring himself. Luckily he landed in an air pocket and he can’t smell any gas so he guesses the building’s gas main hasn’t broken. 

His hand goes to his shoulder to find his radio, only to pull back the radio, crushed and the cord disconnected. Great. He’s stuck in here, unable to get word to his team, or even accomplish what he came in here for. What did he come in here for? 

Evan.

Consequences be damned, he tries to stand, but immediately blacks out from the pain.

[d3adbr3inc3lls]

Vladimir Makarov x M!Reader | Headcanons

Cw: Internalised homophobia, implied homophobia (reader and Makarov are in Russia, but Reader can be anything), Russian slurs for queer people, traditional Russian values/beliefs,

Makarov, THE Vladimir Makarov, the one who hates queer folk, liking another man is unheard of. It almost sounds like something that a reporter has made up to stir up some drama.

That's what also went through his head. He can't be gay, he couldn't like men. He has dated multiple women in the past. He's just not gay.

Adjusting to his new crush -on a random civilian no less- was new, interesting and hard.

It took him months -and by that time, he had realised that he had fallen in love- to accept it and to unlearn the decades of homophobia instilled in him in his youth.

Dating a man also meant that he couldn't continue his bloodline -something that is really important to him as a Russian, he needed to have kids and carry on his last name, his parents are far too old to do that himself, and he doesn't accept adoption so that's out of the question.

After a while -months- of dancing around the issue -pacing around his office, trying to get his heart to stop reacting to the mere thought of you-, Makarov decided to ask you out.

Makarov asking you out felt like a trap. No openly homophobic man who has publicly spoken about his disdain towards queer people, often calling them "mentally ill" would ask another man -who isn't his friend- out anywhere.

Sure- you had feelings for him, but you always thought they'd never be mutual. He's more likely to kill you rather than date you.

But for whatever reason, you decided to fuck it and go for it. What's the worst that could happen? Right,?

The first date didn't even feel like a date. It felt like two men hanging out at a Cafe, yet it raised eyebrows among the civilians who had assumed that you were dating or at least gay.

But it was Russia. What could you expect?

Other dates the two of you had were moreso in private, away from prying eyes who'd judge the two of you and assume the worst.

Makarov mostly did it to save himself from having to come up with excuses every time, but he'd be lying if he said that he was only thinking about himself.

But even then, he'd take you to private events that he was invited to, with his reasoning for tagging you along always being "to satisfy the blues," but you knew that he loved you. Even if he didn't bluntly say it to your face.

The gentler touches, the hidden looks, every little action that he did when the two of you were in private spoke louder than words his words ever could.

Makarov also had ways to make sure your relationship looked strictly professional.

He had to, his whole plan was to bring back the USSR, and that included keeping your relationship hidden from the public eye as much as possible. He didn't want to be known as someone who made exceptions to rules.

The whole relationship was overwhelming to say the least, dating a man who'd once called your relationship a "mental illness" -to an extent, he still does to the people around him, but he often stresses that your relationship is to get the younger generations on board with his plans- but has grown to accept it only since he was also "mentally ill".

A/N: Sorry to the folk who follow me for pkmn content, I just kinda had to get this off my chest. For everyone who's reading this for Makarov, feel free to send requests for him, In all honesty, trying to find images for this was so hard. Why are Americans trying to be Russian??? They were literally demonising us because of the whole Russia-Ukraine thing??