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[padmaddean]

Pride month Day12

Tala & Leyla I Can't Think Straight (2008)

[azarovas]

I was just thinking. You're gonna need a bigger place. Why?

I Can't Think Straight (2008) dir. Shamim Sarif

[benimadimsanat]

[romancegifs]

I CAN’T THINK STRAIGHT — 2008, dir. Shamim Sarif

[down-in-dixie]

Tala & Leyla - I Can’t Think Straight 

[terapsina]

Queer Charlie's Angels. Where the diamond stealing supervillain falls in love with the gorgeous secret agent.

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'a non-virgin sacrifice, a succubus, a string of dead boys, and a bff the succubus obsesses over' a horror comedy after my own heart.

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'When you can't be a lesbian because you're a cheerleader' black satire; and conversion camps suck.

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Cozy evening romcom. Makes us laugh, makes us cry, gives a warm hug. aka. 'a closet isn't comfortable and your mom is pregnant out of wedlock'.

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Slasher horror, and two queer girl love stories for the price of one.

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Cheesy murder mystery with a great spoonful of sapphic romance.

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'Falling in love with your mark' cinematographic masterpiece.

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'Your soulmate was the florist at your wedding' romcom.

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'When you've had four previous fiancé's and you found fault in every one, there might be a reason for that' romantic drama.

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Anti gun-violence and PTSD recovery in the forefront. Sapphic young love on the side.

[thiziri]

Her Royal Sweetness Princess Anne ❤️

[queenrainv]

I want to be with someone who, ten years from now, still makes my heart jump when I hear her key in the door.

[violadvis]

JORDAN LI & MARIE MOREAU GEN V | S01E05 'Welcome to the Monster Club'

[invaderziin727]

nepeta edit :)   [page 4969]

[itachanta]

I am looking not very respectfully

[ingravinoveritas]

UMMMM DOCTOR AGREEING WITH DONNA SAYING ISSAC NEWTON WAS HOT?!!!!!!! AND THEN WHEN HE ASKS IF HE DOES THINGS LIKE THAT DONNA WAS SAYING SOMETHING ABOUT HIS SEXUALITY ALWAYS BEING ON THE SURFACE?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hoo, boy. Well, I just watched the second of the DW 60th anniversary specials ("Wild Blue Yonder"), and let me say...that was fucking awesome. As I've mentioned previously, I am a very casual Doctor Who viewer, but this felt so much tighter and stronger than "Star Beast" by several orders of measure. I know everyone talks about DW being owned by Disney now and how that has affected the budget, but this episode more than proved that you do not need fancy special effects or over-the-top action sequences when you have two actors who can just do what David and Catherine did.

I've only seen a few other DW eps, but I was amazed at how creepy this was, and having it be so intensely character-driven--that is, having the antagonists be copies of the Doctor and Donna and allowing David and Catherine to create two completely different other characters so that it felt like there actually were four different people on screen--was sheer genius. Absolutely brilliant and hilarious but also wildly unnerving at the same time.

Which then brings me to the moment you mentioned, which is thoroughly delicious on its own:

Right off the bat, what surprised me is how very not surprising this is, at least to anyone paying attention. We know the Doctor is an alien who transcends time and space, so there is no reason to think that he/she/they wouldn't also transcend sexuality. And again, not having seen as many episodes of other incarnations (Nine, Eleven, etc.), I have always seen Ten as being bi or pan, without any question. There was something about Fourteen saying this, however, that felt very akin to 57 academics punching the air, and I am just beyond thrilled that this made it into the show.

What's also been interesting to me is seeing the negative response to this development on Twitter, and the subsequent pushback to said response. I've seen a lot of folks saying the Doctor can't possibly be gay (nevermind that being into men doesn't necessarily make the Doctor gay, since bi/pansexuality is A Thing That Exists) because of Rose, and then other folks responding with examples from Ten's era showing all the ways in which Ten is not/has never been 100% straight. But as easy it is for these pushback people to see this as a possibility for fictional characters, they seem to have a very difficult time seeing that same possibility in real people.

To wit: I saw a tweet yesterday from someone who thought that Russell T. Davies was straight--much to my disbelief--and a subsequent reply on that tweet from another person who thought he was married to Julie Gardner. And sure, I'll grant you that not everyone is interested in the personal life of a DW showrunner/writer...but we are talking about the man who wrote the UK version of Queer As Folk, and gave the world Captain Jack Harkness, for crying out loud. The same man who made David/Ten look and act like the biggest bottom ever to bottom and earned the moniker "Russell T. Daddy" for a reason. Yet the grip of compulsory heterosexuality is so strong that all of these things (as well as the fact that he had an actual husband, who sadly passed away a few years ago) ceased to matter.

But...it also suddenly makes sense why so many people are oblivious to the fact that David (and Michael) are most likely not 100% straight.

If we are going to say that the Doctor is not necessarily automatically straight because of having previously dalliances with women, then it makes sense to say that David is not necessarily automatically straight for the same reason. I've talked previously on my blog about how assuming straightness when someone hasn't come out as straight or because someone is in a straight-passing relationship is a problem, and that people don't need to label themselves specifically to be who they are. Yet as willing as so many fans are to let fictional characters step outside of that confining box, those fans are equally willing to push the actors right back into it.

I still see people calling David a "straight man" when that very well might not be the case. When this year in particular, David has been more vocal than ever before about numerous facets of queerness in a multitude of forms (wearing badges, gay pride boots, t-shirts, etc). I've talked about how the clothes David wears seem to be reflecting who he really is more and more, and thinking about the roles he's played this year--Crowley, Fourteen--I see a similar pattern. And I keep thinking about that little boy in Paisley who was afraid to ask for a DW Leelah doll because he didn't want to be a "sissy." I keep thinking of David likely being told that his career would be destroyed if he was anything other than publicly straight, and especially while playing a beloved character like the Doctor.

For him to come back as the Doctor now--in the midst of a deeply charged period in history, with homophobia and transphobia spiking dramatically in the UK--and to mention finding another man hot in the most completely casual way is nothing short of astounding. And what better vehicle to potentially guide David toward opening up about himself than something he has loved for so long? What better show to serve as a lighted pathway, of sorts? Nothing Russell writes is not deliberate. Nothing being done in these specials is not deliberate. And if 900 years isn't too old to discover or become more open about a part of yourself, then why should 52 be?

So yes, those are my thoughts on this new DW 60th anniversary special, and this particular moment with Fourteen (Ten-Four) and Donna. It really does feel as though this is all leading toward something, and I am definitely looking forward to seeing the third and final special next weekend...

[firstkanaphans]

A little something something for that MorkDay scene in the changing room?? 🫣 that tension omg I haven't moved on

Day wasn’t quite sure why he’d asked Mork to accompany him into the changing room. He was, after all, perfectly capable of dressing himself. He told himself it was because he was in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by unfamiliar people and unfamiliar sounds, but he knew that wasn’t entirely true. Mork could have provided him with emotional support just as easily through the thin fabric of the dressing room curtain. The truth was that it had been a long time since anyone had looked at his body with anything other than medical curiosity or pity. He had been desirable once. He wanted to know if he still was.

The changing room was so small that Day could feel the heat emanating from Mork’s body as he stood in front of him. He could even sense the older man’s nervousness as he shuffled from foot to foot. It reminded him of the day they had met when Mork stumbled unprepared into the interview room, unsuspecting of what awaited him inside. Like then, he was nervous and Day was not. Day found that he liked it.

He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it, his heartbeat loud in his ears. Mork had seen him in various states of undress before, but there was something so intimate about purposefully baring himself before him. About willingly letting himself be seen.

Before the accident, Day had been in the best shape of his life, and although he knew he was started to lose muscle tone, some of it remained. He couldn’t see it in the mirror, but he could feel it with his hands. He was still fit, still trim, and as Mork struggled to find a safe topic of conversation, Day realized that he saw it too.

“I’ve, uh, never been in a dressing room with someone else before,” Mork said.

Although Day was more accustomed to judging peoples’ interest in him by the look in their eyes, he found that there were other telltale signs of arousal. The broken cadence of a voice, the shaky touch of a hand. Mork was not uninterested. Day could tell because his usual acerbic tone had been diluted into something almost tame. It pleased him.

“And you think I have?”

Mork helped him into and then out of the T-shirt, his touch polite, and with each gentle brush of his hand, Day found himself getting addicted to the feel of another person’s skin on his because although Mork was treating him as if he were something fragile, it wasn’t the same fragility Day felt in his mother’s touch. Mork wasn’t worried that his touch might break him. Mork was worried that his touch might make him want more than he was allowed to have. It was a familiar phenomenon—one Day had felt often at parties and bars. If he was being honest, he hadn’t thought he would ever feel it again. 

So, as Mork began to painstakingly re-button Day’s uniform shirt, Day decided it wasn’t enough.

“Actually, I think I want to wear the other one,” he said. 

“Oh. Okay.” 

And so, for a few minutes longer, Mork’s touch lingered.

“Do I look good?” Day asked once the shirt was finally on. 

Mork let out a nervous laugh. “You do,” he said.

Day had been talking about more than the shirt, but that was okay. He didn’t need Mork to admit that he was attracted to him. He already knew.

[notsosecretlyalesbian]

Lisa Ann Walter as Melissa Schemmenti in Abbott Elementary | 01×08: Work Family

[thelesbianpoirot]

Is this inappropriate? Don't post if this isn't.

I think I know you from your Live Journal days and Quizzilla.

There was a Caribbean or Central American girl who blogged about Fringe, Xena, Firefly, Star Trek, Veronica Mars, and Anime.

She blogged a bit like you. She drew fan art and talked about her life. Her father was named Basil. She had an insane sister. She talked about being a lesbian. I realized it may be you when you said you worked as a Janitress. I've only seen one person use that word.

Are you PalomaCan'tthinkstraight or PalomaWon'tthinkstraight?

ARE YOU HERCULE POIROT?

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

I just came fifth place in a raffle of only four people.

I'm in a discord server of artists and their regular customers who are moving from twitter to bluesky. Thing is, bluesky is invite only, and new users only get one invite code per week, so the mods on the server agreed to hold a raffle so the invites would be assigned randomly instead of just to friends. For weeks I've languished while other people were chosen, and today it came down to me and three other people with three available codes.

Guess who drew the short straw.

C'est la vie. Somebody has to be last, so it may as well be me, right? This means I'm the only person who doesn't have a code yet, so the mods tell me that the next one is mine, gauranteed, that settles that! Well, wouldn't you know it, just then a brand new member joined the server, and the mods told me it wouldn't be fair to just give the next code to me, so the raffle is back on between the two of us.

TAKE A WILD GUESS WHO LOST THE COIN TOSS.

This is not random.

This is on purpose.

They're fucking with me.

You know what? Fuck em! If they didn't want me to join their fucking cool kid's club, they shouldn't have invited me onto their discord server in the first place! They shouldn't have bothered with the fucking raffles if this outcome was rigged from the start. What did I ever do to them? I don't even know half these people. I was mutuals with exactly one of them on twitter, I've bought commissions from ten or twelve of them over the years, I tip well, I don't make weird demands or act entitled, I haven't stepped on anyone's toes, I don't derail the server conversations, so why am I being singled out? It feels completely fucking arbitrary.

This isn't fair!