#is my gay mom

[goddammitjosef]

when i was 13 i saw this gif of stalin and starting to copy what he does with his fingers when waving bye to people and my mom told me "stop doing that you look gay"

[maxgicalgirl]

Being a “Fun Fact !” kind of autistic is all fun and games until you get halfway through sharing an interesting tidbit and realize that it probably wasn’t appropriate to share in polite company and now you have to deal with the consequences :(

[hollis-art]

ive always been a little jealous of the people who could do digital painting really well because i can't, but then i was like "well who knows if i can't, i haven't tried", so i pumped this out,

i showed it to my mom just bc why not, and she went "what are they doing?? oh! i thought they were kissing"

man, i WISH

[lesbiantism]

Ya know what shout out to butches who wrestle with our butchness because we don’t fit the mold in some way. Butches who aren’t physically strong or naturally caretaking because of physical disability, who need to be cared for, who can’t hold open the door for a femme. Butches with long hair, butches with big hair, butches who express their culture via their hair. Butches who’s masculinity is shaped by their culture, who’s masculinity doesn’t fit the white eurocentric mold. Fat butches, butches with curves viewed as feminine, butches who don’t have skinny, boyish builds. Butches who don’t want to be sexualized, butches on the ace spectrum. Butches who don’t have traditionally masculine interests or mannerisms or whatever. Effeminate butches. Butches who take inspo from gay men. Butches who like the occasional dress or skirt. TRANSFEM BUTCHES!!!!! And any other butches who don’t fit a certain mold!! All butches are good butches and we are all valid.

[tallgh0st]

[deep-space-lines]

okay but like. I just had the weirdest thought about that ‘don’t look I’m naked’ comic. Which is that that’s essentially the same thing Adam and Eve did after they ate the fruit of knowledge of good&evil. So I feel like the theological implications of that could kneecap Gabe if he doesn’t think V1 is a being with free will.

yeah ok. i dunno man. is this anything

((side note. this isn’t necessarily meant to be in-character or story-accurate or take place at any particular point in time, just a way to explore some Thoughts. i was also imagining more that V1’s words aren't actually spoken, more like Gabriel’s more articulate interpretation of whatever garbled mechanical noise V1 is using to communicate. I think an angel could do that.))

and then they fucked nasty the end

[zyn0nn]

One of my favorite parts of Ever After High is Apple being dramatic and having a breakdown every episode

[shittysawtraps]

niche post but i’m watching through house the first time and he really just does a saw trap on the veteran guy with one arm huh

[inkskinned]

you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

[keplerbyte]

Rio is out walking or something and sees Miles and Hobie hanging out and she is shocked bc who is this punk? She watches them for a bit and sees the way they’re acting and is like “omg my son is gay” Later she comes up to him and does the whole “Miles you know you can tell me anything.. right” and he gets freaked out bc he thinks she knows he's spiderman

"I'm sorry Mom I was going to tell you from the start but I just-"

"Miles it's fine, you don't have to apologize-"

"No, I should've told you I was just so scared..."

"Scared? Honey, I would never treat you differently because of this... just, yknow, introduce him and-"

"What? Introduce who?"

"? Your boyfriend?"

"My- I'm sorry WHAT are we talking about right now-"

[cozylittleartblog]

happy pride month. i did not make this up for th ememe

[a-peachie]

some leshycat food ^^

i cant wait to draw all their fighting n' stuff hehe

[cata-intheflesh]

My mom, watching deadpool and wolverine: wait, why did he say Scott first? Really... fondly...

My mom: ...that's kinda gay

Me: I KNOW RIGHT?

Me when I tell my daughter abt my dead boyfriend.

[anotherdarkiboi]

Guys, is it gay to tenderly hold the man who both completes and ruins you and who you went to the edge of the world/universe for right before you die together?

[daftpatience]

i lov planning outfits the same way i love drawing diagrams for rearranging furniture. its plotting and scheming

[ultravioletbrit]

“decide / cold” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 449 words

I wasn’t able to do a fic yesterday so doubled up with yesterday’s and today’s prompt. shhh, don’t tell anyone. 🤫  

“James!” Regulus yells from the porch. “Can I please go inside? I’m freezing!” Regulus shoves his hands in his pockets trying to decide if he’s angry or just annoyed.  

“I know! I know!” James calls back. He’s facing away from Regulus, adjusting something Regulus can’t see. “I’m sorry. I swear I was ready and then it just—” James grunts as he moves something. “—and I just need to—” He huffs with frustration at something else “—but I swear I’m almost—” Regulus sees something topple over. James’ shoulders slump forward, and he drops his head with a sigh.

“Never mind.” James tells him, turning to face Regulus, looking like the saddest kicked puppy. He walks up to the porch, eyes on the ground. “I’m really sorry, it’s not ready yet. Go inside and I’ll try to fix it and come get you when I’m sure it’s ready.”

“What is it?” Regulus tries to peer around James, but there’s not much to look at.

James takes an exasperated breath. “It was supposed to be snowmen.” He pouts, and Regulus raises a curious eyebrow. James sighs, “My dad and I used to make showmen of ourselves every year at our house and it was my favorite tradition. So I thought since it’s our first year in our own house, I wanted to make snowmen of you and me, but—” James steps to the side revealing two piles of snow. “—it’s not really working.”

Just when Regulus thought he was angry and annoyed, James has to go and be the most adorable human on the planet. And honestly, it’s taking significant effort for Regulus not to cry right now.

“James…” Regulus starts.

“It’s okay.” James kisses him. “I know you’re cold. Go inside and get warm and I promise they’ll be great the next time I call you.” James tells him and it’s tinged with sadness and frustration.

Regulus takes another look at the snow piles then looks back at James. “Okay.” Regulus tells him.

“Okay.” James says feigning determination.

James walks back to the snow piles and Regulus walks inside.

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James isn’t sure what he’s doing wrong or why these stupid snowmen just won’t stay together. He’s about to give up when he hears footsteps in the snow behind him.

Regulus is walking towards him wearing a heavy coat, a hat and scarf and pulling on his gloves.

“What are you doing?” James asks.

“I’m helping.”

“Reg, you don’t have to—” James gets cut off when Regulus kisses him.

“Now, I’ve never actually made a snowman before, but you can teach me, right?” Regulus asks and it’s taking significant effort for James not to cry right now.

“Yeah.” James says. “Yeah, I can teach you.”