#i wish there was more to it than me being gay

[craftea-fork]

Let's see, queer represents what ? Queer, the strange and eccentric, unorthodox in society's ways, distinctly different. Whether that means gender, sexuality, or [anything anti-nuclear family lifestyle of a monogamous single couple taking care of personal biological children while] living alone, I think that the entire identity of rejecting that norm is queerness. So

lgbtqia+ is being used so Ace is represented already, but let's expand the questioning. When we ask to include something new, just ask the following: Are the lifestyle traits misunderstood and/or mocked? Are the needs unmet and often underrepresented? Is their existence is not just ignored or forgotten but dismissed, repressed to the point of oppression? Are they ostracized when outed, and forced to find small peer groups.

Are aspec identities queer?

Yea, I'm pretty sure that checks out As someone who is poly (a romantic minority) I am a strong advocate for these conversations as we transition to the GSRM which is a better term than LGBT which is exclusive and outdated. GSRM means Gender Sexual or Romantic minority. So this will be upsetting to people that want a purely sex laden gay environment in what they knew as LGB spaces before T even was recognized. It's time they recognize the whole landscape of the term and usage has changed. We have gay bars, pride parades, plenty of spaces for the sex positive and horny. We also have gay little bookstores with cafes and lounges for those who seek quiet. It's important that these spaces have vibes and themes for those that seek it. We don't have to exclude anyone, just make more spaces!

If you want to ask yourself if a trait belongs in the LGBTQ+ ask if it is related enough to the identity that it overlaps with what you're making the space for in the first place. I mean, what is it that the emergence of queer sprung from? The more inclusive we make it, the bigger of a percentage of the population can feel like they have voices rooting for them.

In this trying time, I wouldn't say no to a sudden 30% of the population throwing a queer revolution for civil rights (gay/poly marriage and adoption), total gender autonomy, and the like. More sex education for kids and gender education for parents. I honestly wish parents had to pass tests before becoming parents and I wouldn't say no to grading them along the way frfr, if you're poisoning the kids' minds with barbaric nonsense, we'll know because you refuse to do something like a simple critical reading comprehension test (if required you'll probably fill in random bubbles) woah that's a tangent TLDR more queer people = more strength to the movement = the more the merrier and I don't get why people are gatekeeping P.S. "women only" spaces or events are starting to irk me. and i'm afab without trying to transition, I just am a man inside and like dressing like a girl. It weirds me out so much I wouldn't want to go to those events.

interact with this post if you believe aspec identities are queer

trying to prove a point (not forced!!)

[buck-star]

I met them, and now I’m their princess

You met them, and now you’re more than just their good friend. You’re their princess, the bikers princess.

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader x Biker!Steve Rogers

Wordcount: 1.631 Words

Warnings/Tags: tiny bit of angst, fluff, love confession, more fluff

Authors Note: HAPPY NEW YEAR! Hope you all had a nice start into the year and have a lot of happiness and whatever you wish this year! So here’s a little “Drabble” with our beloved Super soldiers for the start of the year. Divider made by me.

It’s a collaboration with @mercurial-chuckles. We thought it could be a cute idea to have a similar title and use the same prompt to start in the new year. Her work: I met them, and now I’m their queen.

Events: Stucky community prompt-list [Confession before the new year starts to get it off their chest], Marvel OC Hub [SB6010 | Row Three-One | Do you trust me? | @marvel-oc-hub], Stucky Bingo [N5 | Friends to lovers | @stuckybingo]

Masterlist | Stucky Masterlist

You're sitting on the sill of your window in your small apartment. Your eyes are searching the sky for the fireworks that light up the dark night. They follow every little sparkle until they disappear in the night sky, each one following a soft sigh that escapes your lips.

Your eyes are filled with longing — a longing for warmth and the love you feel whenever you're around two people. Two bikers to be exact. Unfortunately, those two people are happy with one another, while you're just their good friend.

If someone watches those big, muscular bikers looking at one another with that sweet, soft expression, affection written all over their face, they wouldn't believe those two are real. They look like the perfect gay couple out of a romance, maybe even the perfect movie.

You didn't mind any of it at all. They are sweet with you, friendly and polite like the perfect gentlemen. But at some point — where the sweetness warmed your heart more than it should, and their smile caused butterflies to go wild in your stomach — you feel slowly but deeply for these two bikers.

While others would admire them for their muscles, their perfect figure, or them just being bikers, for you, it's the soft smile that mostly matches the one they share with one another. Their ocean-blue eyes, which have that adorable sparkle in them when they are happy or excited — especially when they look at you. It's the way the sound of their rough, low voices sounds like honey when they talk to you and the softness and tenderness they always have around you. There is never a hint of fear or embarrassment, no matter what they do; as long as it's the three of you, there is only happiness and laughter being shared.

They even invited you to celebrate New Year’s Eve with them. While your heart was racing and you smiled brighter than ever, you told them you would be busy, trying to find an — any — excuse to not celebrate with them. As much as your heart was screaming at you to say yes, to spend the night with your favorite bikers, you just couldn't. Your mind told you not to, to not bother them while they share that evening with one another; you didn't want to disturb their special moment, and so you prefer when they have New Year's Eve just for themselves — that's at least what you try to tell yourself.

A sudden, loud noise makes you flinch, and your eyes focus on what's happening on the street outside your apartment. You blink. Once. Twice. Only when the two familiar bikes and the broad men on them are still there do you believe that this isn't a dream or any kind of hallucination. They are really there; Bucky and Steve are standing in front of your apartment, talking about something you don't understand while they park their bikes.

Bucky’s the first who takes off his helmet, shaking his head and causing his long, brown hair to fly in the cold wind of the night before they settle down perfectly. He’s always doing it, knowing how much you love when he does that, just as much as you love to run your fingers through his thick hair; it always makes your heart flutter.

Except you and Steve, there's no one who's allowed to touch Bucky's hair. He loves it too much and doesn't like it being a mess, but if you or Steve touch it, he doesn't care how he looks after. He would even laugh with his hair standing in all directions and him only looking hilarious; he would love that if it makes you happy.

Steve laughs softly, his blue eyes brighter when he watches his boyfriend and his little hair show. The blond-haired man runs his fingers through his short hair when he places his helmet on the bike and says something to Bucky once again. He then makes his way to your door; your eyes widen while you notice Steve walking in your direction and Bucky opening the bag he placed next to his bike on the ground.

You watch the scene through your window for a moment. Your eyes moving from Bucky to Steve and back to the brown-haired man. Before you see what Bucky pulls out of his bag, it knocks loudly at your door. You know it’s Steve, but you're too curious to see what Bucky has in his bag, so you remain where you are.

“I know you're there, princess,” Steve says, knocking once again. You huff softly but get up to open the door for Steve. The blond-haired man leans against the wall, a smirk plastered over his face, and he holds his hand out for you. “There you are. May we get your attention for a few minutes, princess? Trust me, you will love it.”

You nod, slightly confused about whatever they have planned. You thought they would celebrate it at their house together or maybe at the bar where they have their biker club meetings often. But it looks like they decided to celebrate in front of your apartment.

So you take your jacket from beside you and slide easily into your shoes before you take Steve's calloused hand. His soft smile is still on his face the whole time while his eyes roam over your body. “Thought you were busy. Busy watching the fireworks all alone from the window of your apartment?”

You blush softly, nodding your head. Bucky's low chuckle gets your attention when Steve nods toward him. It's like they had a bet on what you're planning to do when you said you would be busy. They know you too well, reading you like a book and knowing your overthinking well enough to know that you haven't planned anything but just didn't want to annoy them — which you never could.

Steve leads you further outside, stopping a few feet away from Bucky, who places some boxes on the ground, and you notice that those are fireworks. Bucky takes a few steps toward you, a wide grin on his face as he leans down to press his soft lips against your forehead. You immediately feel tingles in your stomach, and a shaky breath escapes your lips. Bucky chuckles low in his throat, almost purring when he notices it.

“Doll, I know— we know you said no to the invite, and you told us you're busy. But we—” Bucky says, interrupting himself for a moment. He looks at Steve, whose big hands are on your waist, pulling you tightly against his firm chest. Steve's strong arms wrap tightly around your waist. He lowers his head, his nose nudging against your neck. “We know you don't have plans, but… so we accept that you said no to the invite, but—”

“We couldn't start the new year knowing you would sit at home, all alone, longing for something you don't dare to ask for. And… we can’t start the new year without you around us, in our arms, princess,” Steve says, and your eyes widen slightly. Do they know? Did they find out about your feelings for them?

“We know about the feelings, babydoll. We know, and we... we waited for the perfect opportunity,” Bucky confesses. The confusion visible on your face. It feels like he can read your mind, but he can't, can he? Bucky walks back to the little boxes on the ground while Steve pulls you backwards. His lips trailing down your neck, he smirks against your skin when he notices the goosebumps he's causing.

After a moment, where Steve's closeness makes your heart race and your mind spin, you notice Bucky walking closer to the two of you again. He stays next to you, taking your smaller hand in his calloused one while he leans himself against Steve. The blond-haired lets one hand go and sneaks it around Bucky's waist, pulling him closer against the two of you. You're all looking at the sky, waiting for the fireworks to light up the dark night.

“We wanted to wait for this moment. Just before the fireworks will light up the night. We wanted to wait to make it special because you're the most precious and special thing to us. And we love you, princess,” Steve says, just when the fireworks start, your mouth drops open. Not just because of the amazing colors of the fireworks but also because of Steve's words.

“We are longing for you just like you do for us. We love you, not just like a friend. If you want, we would love to be with you. You, Stevie, and me,” Bucky mumbles and kisses your cheek softly. It's so familiar to you that you feel his soft lips against your skin, but it still makes you shiver slightly. You nod, a soft whimper escaping your lips when his lips keep lingering against your cheek and you can feel them turning upwards into that cute smile of his. You mumble a soft yes, agreeing to their idea to be their princess, to them being your bikers.

More fireworks light up the sky when you nod your head. Steve's strong arms pull you and Bucky tighter against him, and you can feel the warmth radiating off of them. Your eyes widen when you notice that there are hearts in different colors visible in the sky. They made personal fireworks just for that moment — they wanted it to be perfect, and they managed to make it perfect. Not just because of the fireworks but because you’re so close and being held so lovely by the two men you love more than anything. That was what you were looking for, the love you found in your favorite two bikers.

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[coastxlwaters]

Yawns and stretches

Well uh... I wasnt planning on making one of these bc i appreciate everyone so much i cant put it into words... But ah. Lets go

This is gonna be extremely cheesy, also remember im making this half asleep and even fully awake i couldn’t explain how much i care for you all

No specific order, lit just what pops up as moot first:

@escapetheslaughters Hey Ze! I love your ideas and creativeness, even if at times i have to back away due to my uncomfortableness with ykw related topics. You are by far one of my most trusted moots even though i trust all of them with my life, and i wish i could call you my father, but im happy to atleast call you my friend

@eternal-soup Hey soup, god you have pulled me through some rough times without even knowing it. I cant tell you how much i treasure our few and far between interactions but god you are just a great person to call my friend. I cant put it into words for how muchi care for you, but if i ever hear that someone was rude to you i would go to war on your behalf

@eclipsen-smiles Hey Clips Mod, i dont know you too well but you do take up a special place in my heart, you are a very wonderful person with great character building, i wish i could say i knew you more but i respect that you find more likeness in others and not me, im just happy that i know you well enought to call you a friend

@theinfamousmaybelle hi maybelle!i dont know you too much but when we do interact it calms many of my always frazzled nerves!

@im-just-a-dumb-gay Hey Gay, oh god icant put into words how much i appreciate you. You wereone of my first ever moots and i am so happy i have had the fortune to have you in my life

@inkyucu Hey Inky! We may not interact much but i hold you near and dear to my heart, you always know the right thing to say somehow and always make my days better!

@itsahotminuteinbetween hey minute! Oh god, agajn, i cant put it into words but you are a treauredpart of my life i could have never hoped for, as i aslent lurker myself i always understand you not being able to interact much due to social anxiety and i appreciate whenever you become braveenough to interact with me, i am trying to telepathically hug u as i type this i hope you feel it-

@obsessivecelestial i havent known you for long, Celestial, but you make people i care for happier than i ever wish i could, please, please continue to be their friend because you have an untouched power for making people happy

@o-i-w-u hey Charlie! I miss when we were able to interact alot, but i still silentl lurk through your blog for memories of when we would interat alot. You pulled me through one of the roughest times i have ever had and i still appreciate the hand you offered for mine

@potatotato-26 Hey Tato, god, i miss you so much. I think about you every single day, your anxiety about uour art, your little quirks, you bring light to many people and i ask you continue to do so even if ur not in the tsams fandom anymore, u will forever be one of my role models

@strawberry-arrowtip Prime, Prime, Prime, i cant put inro words how much i just LOVE u /p, you have been there for me since my early days under the user of ’CoastxlWaters’ or ’Xellia_eclipse’ you have been one of the best role models for me and i cherish ur existence in my life, though i cant decide whether you are brother figure or father figure <3

@froggielovescoffee Oh Forrest,god your terrifying in a good way, i cant believe i have an amazing artist following me of all people, much less being able to call you a friend!

@h-didanart H, H, H H H H, god I have always loved your stuff and always will your aus fascinate me and your support for whenever I try to do something has never went unappreciated, also, you made one of my absolute bestest of friends as happy as they are, and I think you know who they are, wink wink

@just-a-normal-nova Nova I cannot stress how much I care for you, you are literally part of my family in my head, your older brother btw💥 but anyways, god i hope you get the man ur looking at and i hope you are the happiest you can ever be even if i have to someday leave you behind in my online life

@knizuu Same as your brother, Knizuu, i cant put into words how much i care baout you, i am hugging you and burying my head in ur chest out of appreciation rn

@letthebloodrunlikeariver we dont talk much but for fuck’s sake you are treasured, treasured i tell u, treasured.

@liminal---nightmare-aliza oh Liminal- oh god i miss u so much... I hope you are living a great life even ifim not even noticed in it

@loony2star LOONY, LOONY LOONY LOONY, OH LOONY, GOD I CANT PUT MY APPRECIATION INTO WORDS BUT YOU ARE- SOSOSO- GREAT? AMAZING? TREASURED? SOMETHING LIKE THAT!-

@creaturenamedchoir Choir i literally cant say anything when it comes to you, when i do all i end up seeing in my head is me hugging ur sona with my shark onesie with caption: ’Big brother’

@brightsstar i dont know u that well but ur creations lighten my mood every time i see one!

@multifandomcutie13 oh god u are so treasured in my life i think ill cry if i try to explain, even if u are ominous smt with ur messaging and get the wrong idea you are still an amazing person!

@mellonaide-skys KASHI, I think you know how much i appreciate you, i could make entire posts for every single one of my moots and you would still be in my mind waiting for ur turn to be yelled at with appreciation

@morriganfey i call u every day, u help me through some of the worst times in my life, i cant put my appreciation into words but everytime i hear your voice i smile and my self deprecating thoughts become a little less heavy, i care for you more than almost everyone else on this list. I am sorry for anyone else reading this, but Fey has heard me crying and helped me more than i could even hope for

@capring *sobs into ur chest* i care for you so much i cant tell you how much of an impact you have made on my life and not sound like im overexagerating but you certainly had a huge impact like Fey’s, i care for you deepky and wish i could flick a wand and watch yoir worrkes melt away

@librarian-computer My unbelievably anxious friend, you are treasured and u can talk to me about anything, though i do ask that u message me when u lose motivation for an rp so i can cut it off or try to help <3

@bittyfromquotev you are a role model and i cant say nothing else without sounding really, really crazily happy and i sadly have reputation to uphold

@sunny-inajar ifyou killed me i would die happily/silly but actually, you were one of the biggest motivations in my life and you continue to be, im so happy i have the continued ability to call you a moot

My hands are hurting from all this typing and i know this isn’t everyone byfar but im in more pain than i am in when doing chicken scratches to vent-

I love all of you

So much

I am so tired and slow

I hope i worded this right

But you are truly gifts in my life

Everyone of my moots and people i trust

You are all gifts

[minyards-pipedream]

Cunt or Cryptid?

Welcome to the post where I tell you which of the Foxes serve Cunt and which are just Cryptids.

(The term cryptid is being used because it sounds cute with the title. This post may also contain things that are considered to be on the side of folklore.)

Dan Wilds

Cunt, obviously. She is their fearless leader and not afraid to absolutely annihilate a man’s chances of fathering children with her heels.

Kevin Day

Cunty Cryptid. He’s giving Loch Ness Monster. Everyone knows him, everyone wants to see him, but he knows what he’s good at and stays in his lane. I also think Kevin would enjoy that Nessie has such a long history behind her - the first recorded sighting being written in a biography from the 7th Century.

Andrew Minyard

Now don’t lose me here but CUNT. This is wholly an Autistic Gay Man and he knows what he’s doing to get people wrapped around his fucking finger. He may be the fearless leader of the monsters, but the only monster he’s serving is-

Matt Boyd

Cunt, but Cryptid-adjacent. He obviously serves in both his attitude and choice of girlfriend. However, he is a certified cryptid wrangler as seen with his relationship with both Neil and Seth. He is very close to making the transition from Deer to Not Deer. (A cryptid we will very much be covering later.)

Aaron Minyard

Cryptid. I would make a point about how he’s a collegiate athlete and pre-med student that parties almost every weekend and still manages to hold down a secret girlfriend, buttttt - let’s talk Banshees. Banshees are seen as an omen of death, their wailing cries foretelling of death to come. Aaron Minyard’s actions and words directly lead to the deaths of both Tilda Minyard (he was the one desperate to connect with Andrew and the abuse he received was the reason Andrew killed their mother) and Drake (see above, so they all go to visit, we know Aaron kills Drake). BUT what we don’t talk about is that Andrew went to college FOR Aaron to become a doctor, which means Aaron’s wishes were why Andrew eventually came to pick up his two strays. Neil gets caught by his father’s people because he stays at Palmetto with Andrew’s promise. Stuart and his men kill Nathan and his people saving Neil. Butterfly effect - Aaron also got *all* of those people killed. Banshee. Rant over lol.

Seth Gordon

Serving a secret third option : Corpse

Allison Reynolds

Cunt. She invented Cunt.

Nicky Hemmick

Cryptid. Huan Cat. Chinese folklore states that they’d be kept around the house to ward off evil spirits - like how Nicky came home to protect the twins from his parents. To give them a home where they’d be safe and loved. Huan Cats are also known for their mimicry, which reminds me of how Nicky can slot in with either the monsters or the rest of the team depending on need.

Renee Walker

Cryptid, Renee is our lovely Not Deer. Not Deer are said to appear like normal deer until you get a little closer, and look a little harder. They move differently, limbs appearing to be double jointed, and their faces and antlers contorted - which I think is a great way to allude to Renee’s inner demons that she’s working to grow past. Not Deer are also said to be entirely unafraid of humans, often approaching them when they’re alone and in the dark. This harkens to her relationship she cultivated with Andrew. She may appear normal at first, but upon further inspection, she may have more in common with the monsters than most.

Neil Josten

Cryptid, obviously. I’d like to give him Fresno Nightcrawler. He gives off their strange little man vibes, and no one can quite decide who he is or what they are. (Aliens? A pair of pants blowing on a loose clothes line? A new species of armless primate? It’s giving Alex? Stefan? Chris?) They’ve also been sighted all over the world, often running away from people. (Fresno, Yosemite, Poland.) And for these reasons, Neil Josten is being assigned as a creepy lil’ dude.

[nathaniacolver]

bro, on one hand, YES. i get it.

i'm a lesbian. why do i have to wade through all the media life throws at me, BEGGING to see two women in love, in a way that is genuine, real, and authentic to my own life experience? WHY IS IT SO HARD.

some tired, worn out, weathered, frankly FATIGUED sapphic hardships:

male gaze *eternal sigh*

hypersexualization (not separate from #1)

toxic/unhealthy relationship (not separate from #1)

compulsory heterosexuality / fear of the word "lesbian" (yes, again, #1)

bury your gays (yes again duh)

censorship until last possible moment/episode

censorship via cancellation (NETFLIX WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU -)

infantilization (FUCK OFF PEDOPHILES and yes #1)

bad writing

queerbaiting

etc etc etc. y'all know, y'all live it with me. 😪😪😪

(btw caitvi dodging literally EVERY ONE of these bc they loved lesbians for once:)

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wlw / lesbian / sapphic relationships being severely underrepresented in fanworks when compared to the gay mlm relationship is frustrating. ao3 has literally been run by women since its inception; why are so few women represented? why do so many straight women see themselves better represented (both sexually and romantically) in mlm relationships rather than wlw ones? @centrumlumina (centreoftheselights on ao3) has multiple essays/discussions on "Possible Reasons for the Lack of Femslash" (which, btw, is 11 years old - and some of the problems have lessened, but others have arguably persisted, maybe even gotten worse). here is their 11yo graphic (PLS do not oversimplify it or shun responsibility by saying "but that's just the way things are!"):

(they also have an incredible essay on "Fandom's Race Problem" - still amazingly relevant even 8 years later! will never not recommend something from centreoftheselights on ao3 😁 pls give them kudos & comments & bookmarks & all the typical ao3 love!)

IN OTHER WORDS: it is totally valid to be mad. be irate. enraged. FURIOUS. RAIN PROVERBIAL INTERNET HELLFIRE UPON ALL YOU WISH. that lesbian rage deserves to be had.

however, on the other hand, the "canon ship vs non-canon ship", i'm not surprised.

non-canon relationships have ALWAYS severely outnumbered canon ships, when it comes to fanworks. and it's important to recognize that part of the extreme disparity between apparent number of fanworks is due to the caitvi's very intentional, very undeniable, very built-up, very flirted-and-saved-each-other's-lives-all-first-season-to-kiss-and-then-break-up-for-months-before-reuniting-and-eventually-fucking-in-a-prison-cell-before-war status of being CANON (i cry), and very last-scene-shows-them-domestic-and-in-love status of being ENDGAME. amanda overton i owe you my very soul--

technically, jayvik is very NOT canon (cue christian linke tweets), and is very NOT endgame (sorry bros - they DED). and you know what that breeds?

example #1. "Foe Fiction"

i simply quote @ekingston, one of my queens, for this:

(original tweets; tumblr post that they made about their own tweet)

a lot of the fanart you see, for example for jayvik, is actually foe art. note the part on the scale: "I take a hammer and FIX the canon". people are mad that jayvik wasn't canon. that's valid, i've shipped supercorp, okay.

sadly, for most humans, negative emotions are a MUCH greater and more efficient motivator for creativity than positive emotions are. thus, a LOT more "foe fiction" and "foe art" tends to be made over fanfiction/fanart made with true, unadulterated LOVE and respect for the source material.

if it helps, you can go:

*sees jayvik* ah that's foeart, foefiction, foeworks. 😐👍🏼

*sees caitvi* omg true fanfiction hi!!!! 🥰😘❤✨😈

example #2. data to back up "Foe Fiction"

here are the top 100 most-written-for ships of ALL TIME on ao3. (quoting centreoftheselights again for the data, and image -- they're THE BEST! i'd subscribe to them on ao3 if you can 😊) i've poorly annotated the canon-icity of each.

notice anything?

i also did some rudimentary numbers, below (forgive me for how sketchy everything looks -- i'm now on my fourth hour of collecting everything i need for this post. 🚬🚬🚬).

77% of all the top, most written-for ships of all time are non-canon ships. literally more than 4x the percentage of actual canon ships.

so, i'm not surprised. jayvik is decidedly not canon, so, if i see 4x the amount of fanworks, i'm not surprised! and i'll never be surprised with non-canon ships inspiring more vitriol-fueled creativity.

this doesn't mean you shouldn't be mad! in fact, have another screenshot:

that makes me furious. what do you meannnnnn women confirmed to be in romantic love literally make up NOT EVEN TWO PERCENT of the top TWO MILLION FICS for the top 100 ships of all time? MISS ME WITH THATTTTTT

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maybe caitvi will be the ship to break the trend. maybe it'll shoot to the top of the all-time femslash ships list. maybe, JUST maybe, you'll see it break the top 100 OVERALL on ao3.

maybe that sex scene is so legendary - so raw, so real, so authentic - that everyone finally GETS IT - why sapphic relationships are so precious and deserve to be adored and admired as much as m/m and f/m ships do.

but who knows. equality is a long haul (and i'm pulling with you!)

if your lesbian rage at the disparity in number of fanworks leads you to create more, all the better. it is something you can control.

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so rage! seethe! never shut up about the continued dismissal and drowning of lesbian, sapphic, wlw ships. but NEVER do it unknowingly! do it IN SPITE of the weapons aimed at us, AWARE of the enemy. you know how amanda overton Did That™? because she was AWARE of all the enemies that sapphics have faced in the past! and she did something about it.

*edited in bc i forgot something, then put it in the replies, then figured i should just add to the original 🤦🏻‍♀️*

i'm also acutely aware of the way that the fandom as a whole has shunted out mel's romantic past with jayce in HEAVY, PROFUSE favor of a White Man. the misogynoir is showing, and i bet if i went to the jayvik tag on ao3, what would i see? mel as the villain, as the "opponent" to the "clearly superior", white, mlm ship. again, i'm not surprised, just mad that we can't seem to take steps forward.

but once again, the women will win. guess who gets a whole nother show to thrive in? mel. who doesn't? jayce and viktor. *duck grinning while smoking gif*

lastly, i tend to live in a pretty protected lesbian space -- all my algorithms mostly show me sapphics, and occasionally i'll get thrown a mlm bone to like, or to reblog/retweet. why not. solidarity, right? but it can definitely be annoying how one simple interaction with a post can suddenly shoot you all this crap you weren't expecting to see. i get it!

just remember to rest, to recuperate, to come back home where the best ship, to quote a tumblr fave, is always hot girl x hot girl

It is really disconcerting that two guys standing next to each other gets more art, attention, shipping, gushing, porn, etc by thirsty fans than the two canon lesbians who LITERALLY FUCK ON SCREEN.

Am I the only one who’s getting a little frustrated browsing the arcane hashtag and seeing NOTHING but Jayvik content???

[genderqueerdykes]

It bothers me that there's seemingly nothing for us that can't just relocate out there. My suffering doesn't compare to others in far more dangerous countries to be queer in... but its still present and I'm fearing that the rest of queer community is letting us in danger drown. Want to be happy/unbitter for those that made it out, because I know its not all just privilege. Some genuinely had to give up everything to leave. I can't move out of Florida. I lack the funds and ability to drive. There's no longer a bus stop in my town and my bike battery will last me 20 miles at best in this cold spell rn. And if I want to leave the country? Autism alone bars me from citizenship in some... Not everyone can flee because of funds/disability/desire to protect their local queer community and I wish there was more consciousness of that. You're one of the few that I've seen put a light on that, and I appreciate it. Community can not abandon its southern queers. Especially now of all times. (sorry if this comes off as word salad, been out of it most of the day due to bad news in my state involving trans stuff)

it's tough because it's not an easy thing to do by any means, but especially while poor, disabled, a person of color, and so on

ive relocated a lot through my adult life for personal reasons and there are definitely some places that were better than others. it does suck that a lot of states are open to trans people who need to relocate for safety, but then don't provide them the means to. it's hard to find any kind of support network once you do relocate, unless you know someone who lives there already

it bugs me though that people think that queer people HAVE to evacuate the south and other notoriously homophobic areas of the country. i come from appalachia. if it weren't for the humidity i'd probably be living there now. there were a lot of queer people there. bisexuals, lesbians, transfems, gays, drag queens, enbies, genderqueers and so on. people who refused to move elsewhere and instead found ways to connect with one another despite being in small rural towns that weren't the most queer friendly

people who threaten to take off and abandon their community are selfish in my eyes, unless they are under too much of a threat to stay there, for example. if it's way too dangerous i understand. but if it's just one of those things where people threaten to move to make a point it becomes rather petty and unhelpful. i wish you the best of luck. stay safe, you shouldn't have to uproot your entire life because of things you can't control

[dykewithbenefits]

hey, need advice on something that happened last night.

So, my gay femboy little brother got pretty drunk and said he wanted to twerk his fat ass for me. im a butch lesbian tgirl and thought he was joking anyways so i decided to let him. a minute later hes down to his jockstrap that can barely contain his absolute fucking dumptruck ass as it bounces and claps and jiggles. he turns around and does a faggy little giggle and asks if im enjoying the show, since im basically a boy and all

Was it reasonable for me to slap him hard across the face, throw him onto my bed, and start raping his fat ass while telling him he should like it because hes "basically a girl and all"?

I mean like. Her pathetic girldick literally came three times in the time it took for me to breed her asspussy full of my cum, so she definitely enjoyed it. Im justified, arent i? That was a reasonable reaction to basically being misgendered by my own little sister i mean brother, right?

Dear anonymous, 

First of all, I want to make it clear that, for all intents and purposes, that is your little sister now. If you rape someone's ass good enough for them to come even more than once, you've successfully claimed them as your own, and then, their gender and sexuality is up for you to decide. 

I do think that slamfucking someone into a mindbroken mess is a measured response to them misgendering you. Honestly, just having as fat of an ass as your sister should be reason enough to turn them into your personal cumdumpster. 

Also, now that your sister is your sex slave, remember that you're free to mold her body to your liking! I'd suggest putting her on estrogen—make that ass of hers even fatter and bubblier, and give her a nice pair of tits for you to grope and leave hickeys all over. Dress her up all pretty or slutty, or just leave her permanently naked if that's more to your liking. Make it so that no one who sees her can deny that she really is a girl. Your girl. 

I wish you luck on your journey to turn your little sister into the perfect slut for your cock!

-@dykewithbenefits

[ddemons-bblog]

So I finally watched helluva boss, season 1 & 2. TW-R*pe, Cannibalism, Fatphobia. DNI: Helluva/Hazbin stans, people who are wanting to argue with me on my opinions. Just block me. I know I'm late to the critical party and have some opinions already said by others, as well as some of my own opinions that y'all may disagree with, but here's what I have to say:

Here are my thoughts as a queer individual and a demonolator:

1. Why are there sexes assigned to imps (sexual diamorphism) Demons in Christianity (and Luciferianism) (depending on the branch) have no sex or gender (except for succubi and incubi maybe) also Imps all have the same shade of red skin across all rings, so why is there no variations in each ring such as greed, lust, etc.

2. Now I see why Stolas told me he doesn't like his depiction. He doesn't wear enough starry or naturey clothing (except in ozzie's) and he's went from being a weird sexual pervert (even possibly a r*pist) to now being sad all the time. Like as someone with depression this is not accurate. Depression is more than just being sad.

3. Beelzebub is a fox? I honestly don't care about that but the wrong sigil was used. Also like, I like her party theme, but she's probably the reason that the hellhounds are so low class to begin with.

4. Wow. So Stolas's wife is abusive to him. Not a bad idea to write, but she's so cartoonishly evil and one dimensional like Andrealphus is. (Who looks like an Elsa ripoff?)

5. Andrealphus was confirmed gay I think, but it's so fucking weird to flirt/say weird things with your sister man. 😭

6. Mammon should be a two headed Bird according to demonology, why is he a spider? I like him though, he's funny. I just wish he wasn't used to be a fatphobic stereotype.

7. Man, I feel so bad for Octavia. She deserves better. Both her parents suck.

8. Worldbuilding: I like the idea of hell being circus themed, if only Beelzebub, Leviathan, and Belphegor had the theme on their outfits too. Also, I like the Gluttony, Sloth, and Wrath ring designs, but the rest shown (Lust, Greed, Pride) are just boring cities with weird sky colors. I hope Envy has a good ring design.

9.Full demon forms, just like Lucifer's I am SO disappointed, minus Stolas's full demon form. That one is nice. Like they just are bigger versions of themselves atp.

10. Paimon is a priveleged anti poor asshole. This literally demonizes irl! paimon, who I also work with.

11. Satanists portrayals: I HATE how Martha is portrayed as a violent cannibal ans a Satanist. The religion is actually peaceful. Also, as a Stolas worshipper, we do not do sacrifices to him. That is a violent stereotype and it's offensive.

12. The Hellhound designs: They're just red eyed dogs, which is okay, but I'd perfer horns, skulls n bones, fire, and 3 heads. Also loona's feral form is boring.

13. Sallie May needs more screentime. I like her but she just feels like a token trans character.

14. Y'all are gonna disagree with me on this but I like Fizzmodeus. They're cute.

15. The Cherubs are cringe as fuck. I hate them. Especially Deerie.

16. I like how Vassago isn't British. For fucks sake the Goetia are based on demonized gods and was written in France. So making them British pissed me off. I don't like how he is just a used design though.

16. Overall, I honestly didn't like Stolas, Paimon or Andrealphus's depictions. But Vassago and Asmodeus I liked. Making Asmodeus not a r*pist is kinda nice for a change.

17. Seven Deadly Sins- If you're gonna make an "anti-Christian" show then at least omit this. Because we personally believe in our own seperate sins against Satan and others, and the only "sins" we embrace are Lust (when all of these "sins" done in moderation) and Gluttony, and Pride. We always agree that Greed is 100% bad in my groups, so making a show that says "embrace sin" with Greed and Envy being part of those is kinda....bad. Also, some Satanists believe in their own Sins to completely avoid Harming others, Controlling others, Always forgiving horrible people, etc.

So those are my thoughts. I may not talk about this crapshow much anymore on here on my page. I want to focus more on my spirituality.

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

NPD culture is being someone who's pretty passionate about media discussion and discussing how we engage in it blah blah blah all that good stick but being stuck with only friends who mostly repeat the same mundanely average absolutely completely lukewarm fandom-related takes you constantly see be exhausted to death in an echo chamber on fucking Twitter or TikTok already.

"Society if we didn't just reduce ships to just who tops or who bottoms" yeah, sure, I completely agree with that take generally speaking don't get me wrong discussing the fetishization of gay ships being forced into those same tired dynamics can be a interesting topic in general sometimes yeah. But at the same time is it really too much to ask if we can actually pick way more interesting topics about this media that aren't talked about as much instead of recycling the same cliché ass stereotypical fandom discourse shit everybody and their grandma already formulated opinions on after being in fandom culture long enough already for once...

Like yeah sure I get it fandom will always be mostly focused on those very specific things we're all familiar with at this point but god I'm so tired and do not give a single fuck about the majority of those topics anymore at this point 90% of the time I just wish I had more friends who were actually into media analysis outside of repeating the same tired trope talks/discussions 24/7 thinking their "hot takes" are so original and revolutionary just for being slightly less yaoi-brained than others like... well, normal people.

Enough whining about popular fanon ship dynamics and other bullshit like that that bitches in every fandom will always inevitably obsess over. Y'all know shit is just inevitable like bro stfu I just want to discuss more about the actual media itself and it's themes already why can't we actually just focus on that instead of bringing attention to the same type of ragebait tiktoks all the time that those ragebaiters literally want from you dimwits.

.

[call-me-medusa]

rangerdanger's 9-1-1 / buddie fic masterlist (2024)

Enter Buck | G | 3.5k | link

Five times Eddie let his crew peek behind the curtain of his life and one time he had to slam the door open for them. Or, Hen & Chim don't know that Eddie's wife and his best friend Buck are the same person.

Guilty As Sin? | T | 7k | link

Eddie figures out his own sexuality and tries to work though his feelings about that, along with help from his best friend.

Press Conference | G | 2.6k | link

The fallout from the Friends to Fiancés trope.

Attitude of Gratitude | M | 10.5k | link

Five times Buck and TK helped each other through their addiction over the phone, and one time they celebrated.

TW: Addiction, Past Drug Use

Left Your Mark On Me, A (Strawberry) Tattoo | G | 2k | link

Eddie gifts Buck something a little sentimental for their engagement.

as you wish | G | 4.3k | link

The five times Eddie told Buck 'As you wish' and the one time Buck understood him.

we aren't then we are | G | 3.7k | link

Eddie and Buck know about their feelings for each other, but they aren't in any rush to get into a relationship. No one gets it but them.

til you're building a weapon | M | 5.5k | link

Eddie sees Buck's self-harm scars and they talk about it.

TW: Depression, Self-Injury, Implied/Referenced Suicide

The Word Wheel | T | 11.7 | link

Eddie learns how to use his words.

penance. | T | 16.5k | link

Eddie figures he can pay penance for being gay and the fallout that's happened because of it. Over a 24-hour shift, Bobby and Buck try to show him he's allowed to want the things he wants, and the universe doesn't care what he thinks he deserves.

the dreams you left neglected | T | 5.4k | link

Eddie gets a chance to talk to his younger self after Christopher left.

the second that never ends | T | 5.3k | link

Buck and Eddie share something during Chimney's bachelor party. They talk about it and have to make some hard choices about their relationships.

bed chem | E | 6.6k | link

The three times Buck and Eddie talked about sex before they (+1) had sex for the first time.

yeah! | E | 6.6k | link

Eddie and Buck didn't meet at the fire station. They met in WeHo, a few months after Eddie moved to LA.

i need to want something more | T | 9.8k | link

Christopher is gone, Eddie's in therapy, and Gerrard's in charge. It's a whirlwind, but at the end someone comes out, someone gets hurt, and things end up better than they was before.

(i needed saving) and a good mistake needed making | T | 6.3k | link

Buck and Eddie fall together at the most inopportune time. It doesn't help Eddie feel any better about himself.

ain't no saints here, baby | T | 5.6k | link

Buck and Eddie fall together at the most inopportune time. Eddie's just glad to have Buck- it's the only time he feels right.

your many sorceries | T | 9.8k | link

Buck gets struck by lightning. Eddie wants Buck to wake up from a coma so he can say the things he never said. Maddie thinks Eddie can do more to help Buck than he realizes.

eddie diaz and the amazing, awesome, very good day | M | 5.4k | link

Buck's doing nice things for Eddie and he doesn't understand why.

But it's not real | G | 2.2k | link

Buck drops Eddie off after their first date, and it might just make Eddie's heart explode.

when | M | 4.7k | link

Buck has depression, and Eddie knows. Him knowing doesn't help Buck ask for help at all.

TW: Depression, Implied/Referenced Self-Injury, Implied/Referenced Suicide

[wowbright]

Chapter 18: Busy

Figureskating!Blaine/designer!Kurt Olympics AU for december klaine fanworks challenge. Also on AO3.

You might expect an Olympian at the Olympics to be incredibly busy, but for Blaine’s first few days at Sochi, he didn't have much to do as he waited for the games to start besides unpack, tour the facilities, chitchat in Russian with any Russian who would speak to him, and play foosball in the lounge with Mike and Sam (who had become far less insufferable since the backflip incident).

Blaine wanted to go into Sochi proper and see if he could find any locals to talk to about the effect of all the new construction, but it was an hour drive each way—and even though he didn't have much to do, the few things he did have scheduled were sprinkled throughout the day. He slept a lot and practiced a little and managed to escape the Olympic village with a bunch of teammates long enough to go on a hike in the foothills. The park looked absolutely nothing like Garden of the Gods, but it reminded him of being with Kurt anyway, and he felt an ache in his chest that he simultaneously wished would go away and also wanted to wallow in because it was so new and precious. He snapped a photo of the waterfall and sent it to Kurt with a text that said Wish you were here and then immediately regretted sending such an unoriginal sentiment to such an original person, so then he sent another message saying I ache when I think of you and I love it and wondered if maybe that was too much but whoops he had already sent it.

I might be a bad person was the next message Blaine received from Kurt when he was back in the Olympic village. Blaine wondered if his texts from the park had failed to transmit.

What happened? Blaine asked.

Because I like the fact that you ache. It means I'm not alone in the feeling.

The feeling of missing you? Blaine texted, half flirtatious and half concerned that was what Kurt literally meant.

You’re cute, Kurt texted back. It’s not me that I’m missing. And then, a while later, Sue thinks I'm distracting you.

Ugh. So that’s why she had interfered with Blaine’s last conversation with Kurt in Colorado Springs. Not to talk about costumes or trip logistics. But to— Did she threaten you?

It took a few moments for Kurt to respond. Unsure. Her tone was kind of threatening, and she did say something about punching me in the face if I kept you from medaling, but she also promised to get me a kitty cat I would fall in love with if you didn’t medal. Sue is very confusing.

I'm sorry. It's my fault. It's because I was late to that meeting. But you're not a distraction. At least, not in a bad way. If anything, Kurt was an inspiration. Before Kurt, Blaine had been approaching the Olympics half-heartedly. And then Kurt had shown up, and by the simple act of being himself, he had helped Blaine remember why he had fallen in love with figure skating in the first place. The way Kurt’s eyes lit up when he had a new idea, the way he talked about the process of co-creation inherent in costume design, the obvious joy he felt in bringing a shared vision to life—it reminded Blaine on a visceral level that what he was doing was art, and art could transform lives.

When Blaine had been younger, his dreams had so much bigger than figure skating. He’d wanted to help people through his art. Giving people a respite from their day-to-day struggles by having something beautiful to look at was part of it, of course. But it was more than that. He’d wanted to be a person gay kids who were in the closet and multiracial kids who wondered where they fit in could look to and feel a spark of hope, knowing that there was someone famous and respected who was like them. That's why he wanted to be a champion—not for the bragging rights, but so he could inspire others.

Those feelings had motivated Blaine through most of his career. But recently, he’d lost sight of them. Maybe they got buried under all the dysfunctional stuff with Eli, or maybe it was a natural period of burnout after more than a decade of pushing himself and being pushed. In any case, he had stopped caring about winning. Sure, he told himself that he wanted to win. But deep inside, he had the niggling thought: What did it matter, who got bronze or silver or gold? Every year, the competitions came and went and the medals inevitably ended up with somebody. Why should he care if he was one of them?

Those doubts had haunted his performance in the seasons prior to the Olympics. The only thing that had kept him going was the challenge of adding more rotations to his jumps and trying to make the odd new spin combinations Sue kept coming up with work. In retrospect, it was a miracle he had medaled at all, and even more of a miracle he was now here in Sochi. Sam had been right about one thing. Blaine hadn't earned his place on the team. He was a second stringer who made it to the top three only by dint of someone more deserving getting injured. And even after his place had been secured, even with Sue doing every weird thing she could think of to motivate him, even after designing  programs with the goal of reviving the energy and focus of his younger days—even with all that, he’d kept thinking that maybe it was his time to fade into the background and let the likes of Sam Evans and Yuzuru Hanyu take over the sport.

And then Kurt had shown up and put Blaine back in touch with his heart.

In those private moments in the costume room, they had talked about the boycotts and the media frenzy and how fatiguing it was sometimes, wondering if there would ever come a day when politicians who were failing to address the real problems affecting their constituencies would stop using random minorities as scapegoats. It was all so impersonal and calculating, and yet the effects of it were deeply personal, transforming real people's lives, making it harder to live and breathe and just get by in the day-to-day, much less to find happiness.

But somehow, Blaine was finding happiness anyway. He wanted to help others find it, too. It was the most beautiful sort of defiance, to live and love and create in a world that wanted you to believe you were nothing.

You inspire me to be better, Kurt. I don't know how I would do this without you.

You've done it plenty of times before without me.

No, I haven't. This time is different.

How?

Blaine wasn't sure how to distill it into words that would fit on a phone screen. Because I'm different and the world is different. It's about something much bigger than me.

I think I get it, Kurt texted. I'm glad I can be there for you. I want to be.

~~~

If anyone was a distraction Sue should be worried about, it was Cooper. Before that interview at the Olympic Training Center and every day after, Cooper had bombarded Blaine with messages like Whenever you want to make a public statement I'm ready. And even though Blaine deleted every one of them, he couldn't delete the pain of receiving them. But Cooper was so single minded. He put his entire identity into his work. When he'd been in the NHL, everything was always about the NHL. And now that he was sportscaster, it was all about that.

ButAll Blaine wanted from his brother was for him to be like other people's brothers, sending him stupid texts about the latest episode of Homeland or his obsession with playing The Last of Us or even, you know, wishing him good luck.

Blaine wanted to believe that Cooper meant well. That this was his way of reaching out and saying I see you, but I don't know how to have a conversation that does not tie back to my identity as a media figure, so even my best efforts at communicating with you in a supportive manner will be couched in those terms.

That’s how Cooper’s support had always been packaged. Back when Blaine had decided to come out publicly, Cooper had run interference with their parents. “Of course we support you, Blaine,” his mother had said. “But what you do in private should stay private. You know, you should talk to Brian Boitano before you do anything rash. There’s a reason he never came out publicly. It would have ruined his career.”

But Cooper, who had already been in the public eye for nearly a decade at that point, had used his career in the NHL to persuade their parents to support Blaine. If he didn't come out, Cooper explained, he would be plagued with incessant questions about if he was dating and who was his girlfriend, and he wouldn't be able to answer any of them honestly. And since Blaine was absolutely terrible at lying, the public would know he was lying, opening him up to rumors and speculation and scandal. If Blaine wasn't keeping any secrets, he wouldn't have to worry about any of those things.

Blaine shouldn’t look askance at that. It was the right thing to say to their parents. They wouldn't have been persuaded by emotional appeals or arguments about integrity and being true to yourself. Blaine had already tried those. And to be fair to Cooper, sometimes he actually could say something nice and supportive without referring back to himself. After that taxing conversation with their parents, Cooper had said privately to Blaine, “I'm so sorry our parents are like this. I can't imagine what it’s like for you. But I’m glad you’re my brother. Our parents need to stop being such homophobes. They should be proud of you for who you are, not just your skating. I am.”

And Blaine had thought Cooper was being a little harsh, because their parents weren't virulent homophobes; they were the milder kind, the kind that could have gay friends and be fine with it, but for whom having a gay son was inconvenient and disturbing because it upended their expectations for a daughter-in-law and grandchildren and heteronormative Christmas photos. They we're proud of him in their own way. But also, they would have preferred him to be more like Cooper.

But Cooper didn't need Blaine to be like Cooper. So Blaine had cried and Cooper had hugged him, and even Cooper cried a little, and Blaine hadn't felt this close to his older brother since Cooper first taught him how to skate.

Blaine wanted to believe that Cooper was trying to be supportive again, to offer Blaine the opportunity to say what was on his mind publicly so that it didn't seep out in unproductive ways. But what could Blaine say that would make a difference? His teammate Ashley Wagner had already told the Today show “it’s horrible the treatment the LGBT community gets in Russia,’’ and Brian Boitano had finally come out and been appointed by President Obama to the U.S. presidential Olympic delegation along with already-out Billie Jean king and Caitlin Caho. Weren't those pretty big statements in themselves? Blaine didn't know what words he could add. Maybe the biggest F-you he could give to Putin would be winning the gold.

The day Kurt was supposed to arrive in Sochi but didn’t because his flight was delayed, Cooper texted, You speaking up could help people.

If Kurt had been there—if Blaine had picked him up at the airport that morning and Blaine had sat contentedly in the corner of his hotel room as he unpacked and they had gone to lunch and then for a walk along the Black Sea—Blaine would have had someone to talk with about this. Sure, there was Mike, but he had his own pressures to deal with right now. And there was Sebastian, but they didn't really talk about this kind of thing. But with Kurt, Blaine felt like he could talk about anything, even the parts of himself he was unsure about and didn't understand.

It shouldn't only be that way with Kurt. Family was supposed to be like that, too.

This time, Blaine didn't delete the text. He texted back, You know what would help? If I could talk to you without it turning into a story. I want you to be my brother, not my interviewer. If you can't do that, stop messaging me.

~~~

That night, Blaine woke up only a couple hours after going to bed. He’d been dreaming about being with Kurt in the Garden of the Gods, only in this dream it was summer and warm, and sometimes the sunset shone through the rocks, lighting everything up in pink and orange, and sometimes it was night and the Aurora Borealis illuminated the dark with dazzling streaks of green and purple. Kurt had on short sleeves and an ascot—a tantalizing blend of skin revealed and hidden—and they were holding hands, and Kurt said something that made Blaine’s heart ache in that increasingly familiar, delicious way, and Blaine ran his fingers over the Kurt’s forearm and Kurt smiled and Blaine's heart overflowed and he said, “This is my home, Kurt,” and Kurt understood exactly what he meant.

Blaine lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The curtains were flimsy, letting plenty of light into the room and Blaine’s eyes now that he had pulled his sleeping mask off. Inside him, another long-buried dream was awakening. Once upon a time, Blaine had dreamt of sharing his life with someone—really sharing his life, not just his bed and his body, but his hopes and aspirations, too. He’d dreamt of having a husband and creating a home that would nurture them both, a sanctuary where they could explore life together and bring out the best in each other, where every day Blaine would discover something new about himself and also be challenged to look beyond himself as he learned to understand the world through another person's eyes.

He'd gotten glimpses of that in some of his relationships. As a teenager falling in love for the first time, he’d been so open and generous and naïve. But with each breakup, he’d pulled his armor a little tighter around himself, always holding something back because he knew he would eventually get hurt, and the blows would cause less harm than if he never revealed the parts of himself that were vulnerable.

Around Kurt, Blaine didn't feel a need for armor. He wanted Kurt to see and know everything. And sure, that was risky.

But this time, with this person, it would hurt more to never take the risk.

Blaine lay in bed for ten minutes, maybe twenty, listening to Mike snore and thinking about Kurt, before realizing he was not going to fall back asleep anytime soon. His body was convinced it was early afternoon, and Blaine didn't feel like fighting it. It wasn't like he had to go to bed early and get up early like he did back in the U.S., anyway. All his slots were scheduled for late afternoon or evening. As long as he was adjusted enough to feel awake and revived for those, it wouldn't matter if he slept when it was dark or light.

Besides, Blaine had something better to do than sleep.

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand, tiptoed into the bathroom, and shut the door. It was a nice bathroom, with walls covered floor to ceiling in large twenty- by forty-centimeter tiles like you’d find in a fancy hotel—way more posh than Blaine had ever seen in a normal Russian apartment. He wondered if the people who’d been kicked out of their homes to make way for the Olympic complex would move in here after the games were over, or if the luxe bathrooms would go empty and unused while people who could benefit from them languished in substandard housing.

Blaine hated the Olympics sometimes.

He checked his phone to see if Kurt’s final plane had landed in Sochi yet. No. It was still in the air, and with customs, he likely wouldn't arrive at his hotel for another couple hours at least.

Which gave Blaine time.

He composed a text.

Sebastian, I have an idea.

~~~

“Before you check in, I have good news and bad news,” Sebastian said when Kurt stepped into the lobby with his customs-cleared luggage and the strong desire to take his travel frustrations out on someone. He just wanted to see Blaine. And obviously he’d known Blaine wasn't going to be here because it was the middle of the night, and that was completely logical, especially because they weren't even technically boyfriends or anything yet, and Kurt hadn’t even known Blaine a few weeks ago so really he should be able to survive just fine another day without him, but also Blaine made everything lighter and better and more joyful and …

“Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” Kurt said. He figured whatever the bad news was, it couldn't be that bad: Blaine was alive and healthy; they'd been sending each other flirty and suggestive texts about their mutual versatility just minutes before when Kurt had still been in taxi. “Why are you even awake?”

“I'm awake because I love the nightlife, and I like to boogie. Also, it can’t wait. You’re staying in my room.”

 “You’re kidding me.”

“Well, it's a suite, technically. One door, two rooms. I'm being nice and giving you the bedroom with the door that actually closes.”

That was better than sharing a single room, or much worse, a bed. As long as the sheets had been changed since Sebastian had last used them. But— “I've been through four different airports in two days and you probably thought I was thrilled to be rerouted through Charles de Gaulle since I actually speak French, but in Munich they have sleeping pods you can rent, where in Paris it was just benches or the floor, and I missed my flight in Belgrade and the next one was late and they made me go through customs just so I could go to a hotel and shower and sleep in an actual bed for a few hours, and I’m starting to get a tiny grasp on Cyrillic but that doesn't really help when I don't actually know what any of the words mean, and I tried to sleep some more on the airplane to get adjusted to the new time zone but the turbulence was insane and also the person next to me was eating cayenne covered edamame even though they clearly couldn't handle the heat because they coughed every single time they swallowed and kept asking the flight attendant for more milk and water, so of course every time the seat belt lights went off they were climbing over me to get to the bathroom, seriously I don't understand how a four-hour flight can be so miserable but I hate people and I hate everyone and I'm supposed to have my own room.”

Sebastian smiled. He smiled. As if Kurt’s irritation was amusing. “Look, I'm not thrilled about this either. But somehow among the most expensive Olympic preparations the world has ever known, somebody forgot that the media would need housing too. All the hotels are overbooked. They gave your room to somebody else when you were flying over the Atlantic.”

“Fuck me.”

“No. But that brings me to the good news. Turn around.”

“Oh, yippee. A bar. I don't want a drink, Sebastian, I want— Blaine!"

Blaine was there, in the bar, smiling at him. Blaine. With his sparkling eyes and his hair that Kurt longed to touch and his beauty and kindness and generosity. He was real and physical and here. Kurt forgot that he hated everyone in the world and just wanted to be alone—or rather, a switch flicked inside of him and he no longer felt that way, because Blaine was a person and Blaine was beautiful and Kurt wanted to be with him. He abandoned his suitcase with the still-chattering Sebastian and almost ran across the lobby, his heart pounding from nerves and excitement and something that felt an awful lot like love and probably, in fact, was. No, not probably. Kurt had already known falling in love with Blaine would be inevitable. Here it was.

“Care to join me?” Blaine said, his expression radiant with hope and a little shyness. “I know you've had a long trip, so if not—”

“Of course I do,” Kurt said, sitting across the two-person table from Blaine and touching his shoe to Blaine’s. “It’s been too long.”

“Ahem.” That was Sebastian, holding on to Kurt’s suitcase and setting a keycard on the table. “I'm going back to the room for a minute anyway, so I guess I'll deliver your luggage there, Mr. Hummel. And then I'll be going out for a few hours. You know, in case that information is relevant to you.”

Blaine turned pink. It was precious. “Sebastian, you don't have to—”

“I have a life too, you know. I’ve made plans. The dance scene here is off the chain. The snowboarders know how to party, unlike some Olympians I know. Da svidania, boys.”

And then Sebastian was gone, and it was just the two of them, and Kurt wasn’t tired anymore.

[lotus-pear]

free will is drawing ur two favorite characters together and making them gay

[wishchip106]

Erik when Charles showed him the brightest corner of his memory system and telling him there’s good in him:

[thepoisonroom]

'I flirted with the idea that instead of being trans that I was just a cross-dresser (a quirk, I thought, that could be quietly folded into an otherwise average life) and that my dysphoria was sexual in nature, and sexual only. And if my feelings were only sexual, then, I wondered, perhaps I wasn’t actually trans.

I had read about a book called The Man Who Would Be Queen, by a Northwestern University professor who believed that transwomen who were attracted to women were really confused fetishists, they wanted to be women to satisfy an autogynephilia. And though I first read about this book in the context of its debunkment and disparagement, I thought about the electricity of slipping on those tights, zipping up those boots, and a stream of guilt followed. Maybe this professor was right, and maybe I was only a fetishist. Not trans, just a misguided boy.

About a year later, on the Internet, I come across a transwoman who added a unique message to the crowd refuting this professor. Oh, I wish I remember who this woman was, and I wish even more that I could do better than paraphrase her, but I remember her saying something like this: “Well, of course I feel sexy putting on women’s clothing and having a woman’s body. If you feel comfortable in your body for the first time, won’t that probably mean it’ll be the first time you feel comfortable, too, with delighting in your body as a sexual thing?”'

-Casey Plett, Consciousness

[bi-dykes]

Conservatives always want to push lesbians into liking men. Conservatives always want to push bisexuals into “finally choosing a side”. Like this is common sense. It was out of pocket to say you were going down that pipeline when your ideals oppose conservative values.

Look. This is what The Straights want from us. They’d prefer bisexuals are “fully gay/lesbian”, and prefer lesbians have the capacity to date men. (I’m not saying it’s the bi lesbian crowd’s fault that a man is trying to ask out someone who is not attracted to him. That’s 100% on him. I’m saying the bi lesbian crowd themselves are holding the beliefs that “lesbians could still like men tho” and that’s a concerning parallel. I know that men crossing women’s boundaries are always their fault alone and nobody else’s for “influencing” it. I am just saying the “but what if lesbian have the capacity to date men??!” is mirroring the same opinions that the bi lesbian crowd upholds.)

No surprise they’re cuddling up with the hets…

I wish everyone I knew irl was vErY accepting of me being openly bi. Unfortunately (fortunately!) for me I stood my ground, even when I was told it would be better to be a lesbian than bisexual. I was determined to not “pick a side!!!” or just call myself a lesbian or bi lesbian and gain acceptance. Like we get it, bisexuals who have “finally chosen a side” and lesbians who “are still attracted to men tho” are accepted by everyone this person knows irl, but bisexuals and lesbians are not. We’re already aware of this lmao. I’d rather be truly me than have everyone I know accept me or wish I was a lesbian instead. And if getting the understanding of cishet’s and preferring their company is more important than your lgbtq siblings- to the point that you see cishets as intelligent and worldly but you see your lgbtq siblings as babies- then your priorities are in the wrong place 🎀

That post my friend sent me to help her out on when a transandrobro was harrassing her still sends me,op was like 'you're anti bi-lesbian?far right pipeline traitor' like ah yes,nothing conservatives believe in more than that lesbians shouldn't be attracted to men and that trans men don't count as women because of our biology

[anonymous-gambito]

Nimona: "I heard you're also queer, neurodivergent and evil so I've decided to keep you"

Ballister: "How did you get inside my house???"