#just fucking leave queer women alone

[finalhaunts]

Lesbian flag discourse set us back like 20 years for real

[tuttle-did-it]

Trans, intersex, non-binary people in the UK who are, like me, feeling very afraid-- and livid-- about everything going on right now.

People like Nicola Coughlin, and other people are donating to organisations in support of us.

Jameela Jamil has recently posted a criticism of the sadistic new law, and support for us.

I am trying to remind myself that people are fighting this. People are speaking out. People are supporting us. I'm trying to remind myself that we are not alone.

[genderqueerdykes]

if you are a trans man or masc, masculine nonbinary, genderqueer, genderfluid or other gender non conforming identity, masc gay, a bear, a butch, stud, or boi, or other masculine queer person and don't feel welcome in any queer spaces, you're not alone.

the communities both irl and online have become EXTREMELY hostile toward mascs and men to the point of straight up excluding us and changing their wording to justify their violent exclusion. from renaming nonbinary spaces to "femme & them" and "she+" spaces, to telling men & mascs that they would "Scare" the women and "nonbinary" folks just by being there, as if masculinity and manhood are inherently traumatizing to be around.

masculine and male nonbinary folks have it so hard- most nonbinary spaces are almost definitely women's spaces who also conflate womanhood with nonbinaryhood, and often times just view nonbinary people as confused women. we are not inherently traumatizing to be around: masc enbies need places to go. we are still nonbinary and still trans and still queer for fucks' sake

nonbinary has never and will never mean femme or woman-adjacent inherently. nonbinary means what it means: people who don't or refuse to adhere to the gender binary, regardless of what side it is. masculinity is included in this, femininity is not the only way to be nonbinary.

masc queers do not have to bend over backwards to try to be more feminine and thus "less threatening" in order to have places to go. that's dysphoric and just inaccurate to a lot of queer folks' identity and presentation. it blows my mind because it makes no sense, anyway, even within the gay community, hypermasculinity has been present and even sought after by some people who find it very attractive, twunks, hunks, bears... but between the periods in queer history people started viewing masc gay leathermen and kinksters as the ones who were responsible for spreading AIDS and thus removing them from pride parades,

AND the lesbian separatism moment picking up to remove butches & male & masc lesbians from lesbian spaces identity, paving the way for modern rdical femniism, we've only entered a downhill landslide of hating men and mascs and ultimately trying to erase us from the queer community entirely.

the queer community is not the "women & femmes community". the queer experience is broad and vast, it includes a wide variety of masculine and male experiences, as well as genderfluid, multigender, completely ungendered and other gendered experiences. the lesbian, trans, bisexual, nonbinary, gay and general queer communities aren't the "safe place to hide from men & mascs community" like estranged rdfems and terfpilled trans folk like to tell you they are.

this is the QUEER community and it includes ALL forms of queerness, masc, femme, butch, male, neutral, bigender, neutral, and all. he/shes and he/hims and he/theys and he/its and so on are just as much of a part of this communities as she/hers and they/thems. you can't cast a blanket of "inherently abusive" over all men and mascs and one of "inherently abused/incapable of being abusive" over all women and femmes because that just traps you in a fantasy land that doesn't exist AND it prevents mascs and men from getting the help, resources and community they NEED.

men & mascs are hurt and abused by women & femmes every day and we refuse to speak about them because we live under a white cisheteronormal patriarchy and have complaints about how that functions. the complaints are legitimate but assuming that all men and mascs are oppressing all women and femmes and that women can never be oppressive is a false as hell narrative that actively damages people.

enough is enough. this mindset is hurting people. it's leaving masc and male queers to be estranged, harmed and even dead. i care about you if you're being affected by this mentality and these behaviors. you deserve community, safety, and a sense of belonging, you do belong, even if we struggle to form our own spaces due to unjust hatred. we will do our best to band together and keep each other safe. we must

[walks-the-ages]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but regurgitating Radical Feminism talking point of

"Men are all Inherently Evil, Physically Superior, and Predatory to Women"

does not, in fact, do anything for Actual Feminism where the main talking point is

"We are all Human Beings and we're not Intrinsically Different based on the gender some random doctors decided on at birth"

and you're not doing anything for Queer Solidarity either when you go around proclaiming that all men, including trans men, are these evil oppressive monsters who have advantages in life based purely on their gender (even if they are trans men who are not out of the closet yet, apparently) , and I'm not sure why on earth the new crop of Trans-Inclusive Rad Fems think that being 'proud misandrists' is going to save them from being targeted by cis transphobes??? You can't win protection from transphobes by throwing your fellow trans community under the bus, and when you go around saying that all men are disgusting oppressive predators who have never done anything for the queer community ever and have never experienced any true oppression ever its like. ....

.... what the fuck is wrong with you?

Did you forget the AIDs crisis exists?

Did you forget the gay and bi men exist?

Did you forget that Black men exist??

The world's oppression does not begin and end with trans women, and if you're happy to throw the rest of the trans community under the bus so you can feel superior, I don't know who the heck you expect to have your back when you need help, because everyone else has already been run the fuck over, because you fucking threw them in the road because you somehow still think Respectability Politics is gonna save you instead of leaving your Exclusionist Bubble the community that ends up alone and isolated.

Trust me. Life is a lot more bearable and hopeful when you don't go around insisting an entire 50% of humanity is evil based on their gender. Try talking to your fellow trans men, trans mascs, nonbinary people and intersex people before you make another post about how """theyfabs have it so easy and trans men are inherently privalaged and evil because they're men and they shouldn't talk about reproductive health or the need for safe abortions because that's just speaking over women""" 🤦🤦🤦

[cancercadaver]

okay in tommy hater era because here is a list of reasons i hate him

1: racist.

2: even if you dont acknowledge that he himself was racist, his complacency in the system that othered women, queer people, and people of color, despite the fact that doing so might have kept himself safe. we also never see him apologizing for the way that he treated them.

3: refusing to give a closeted bisexual man the LITTLEST bit of understanding for not immediately being ready to come out to his best friend once he had his gay awakening.

4: that entire deleted scene where henren very clearly DONT fw tommy #standwithlesbians

5: that very same deleted scene where tommy refused to reveal his intentions with buck implying that tommys intention with buck was ALWAYS going to be breaking up with him, because he never had any real intentions with him.

6: the whole daddy issues scene. like that is an INSANE joke to make a) with a man you are not that close with and do not know his personal relationship with his father b) DURING A SERIOUS CONVERSATION c) ESPECIALLY considering bucks issues with his father

7: the entire breakup. tommy not telling buck the real reason he was breaking up with him (viewing his best friend as competition) and instead leaving him confused and alone because he couldnt handle buck and eddies relationship.

8: actively adding on to bucks anxiety about eddie never returning by treating eddie like he was gone (competition being 'out of the way' = not there anymore) and treating the departure of bucks closest friend as a positive thing just because it could mean something for their relationship.

9: CALLING BUCK EVAN. DESPITE THE FACT THAT NOBODY CALLED BUCK EVAN, THAT BUCK WAS HIS PREFERRED NAME, THAT ONLY PEOPLE THAT BUCK WAS CLOSE WITH WERE ALLOWED TO CALL HIM THAT. HE TOOK THAT SYMBOL OF CLOSENESS AND TURNED IT INTO A FUCKING LIKE RELATIONSHIP 'NICKNAME'

10: i just dont like him. i never got what buck thought was so cool about him (besides the fact that all of the traits he found cool he shared with eddie)

[wellofdean]

I wanted to make a separate pose to big up these excellent tags on this post about how a show can be about misogyny when it's about men from @deangirlism101 :

#by virtue of watching the show long after it stopped airing and after years of exposure to the fandom#I've experienced a very interesting phenomenon wherein i went in expecting a very straightforward male fantasy#specifically in regards to dean#and was continuously surprised by how dean was around women who were actual characters and not caricatures#with caricatures of women dean also becomes a caricature of a womanizer#but with woman characters? with victims and friends?#dean is constantly paternal/brotherly#endlessly protective and respectful#in fact dean's utter lack of sexualization of the complex women around him in the first few seasons#kind of had me thinking he might just be straightforward gay#additionally it's interesting to point out that dean is the only one of the three winchesters who does not have a#''symbolic woman'' that drives his narrative#i.e. of the three winchesters he is the one who engages with the women around him as people and not someTHING to give him ''purpose''#which ties pretty well into his own role in his family being a typically femenine one#john endlessly relies on dean to serve the role of his mother yet he resents him when he does it so naturally#which from a queer lense is pretty much spelling out ''john can't put his finger on it but something (queerness) about dean bothers him''#anyways it just surprises me how#the fandom has perpetuated this image of the characters#and how#ironically#that image is the exact caricature dean so obviously puts on and we so obviously are supposed to KNOW he puts on

Some really nice points here, and bang on target:

Dean is not called to his adventure/journey because a symbolic woman dies like John and Sam are; he is put upon it by his father and his own sense of responsibility and love before he has the agency to choose. He wants his father's approval, his brother's love, and he wants not to be alone in a world of monsters...and...is HE a monster? A killer? Is everything his fault?

John resents Dean because what he needs from Dean (obedience, domestic work, emotional labour) is feminine. It's what women are for. Dean internalizes that resentment. Sam defies John and is driven by his own losses, and John can respect that, but Dean becomes the family repository of what they've lost. Dean is the eldest daughter who can never do enough.

John has chosen to abandon normal life and live on the fringes to pursue his revenge quest, and Sam is fighting to get back to the center -- left his family, hot girlfriend, Stanford Law, credit in the straight world, friends. But Dean? He has accepted that he will never be normal. He has accepted that he will always be a lonely, liminal weirdo who knows something terrible about the world that most people are spared from knowing.

Like:

If you leave Supernatural season 1 without realising that everything Dean pretends to be is pretty much the opposite of what he is, then you are not watching it right, full stop. The Dean Winchester he pretends to be is a character invented by a terrified, homeless, wounded little boy who doesn't know how else to protect himself.

Second, if you can't see how totally fucking queer all that is, I CAN'T HELP YOU. And,

you cannot hit that many nails on the head without knowing where you're swinging your hammer, and in conclusion, Dean was always deeply queered, and that was in the DNA of his character.

The truth is, that Dean is a very cohesive character. He is written and performed beautifully, and with intention. He is not an accident, he is an artistic creation, and he is excellently drawn. I am not "giving the writers too much credit", I am taking an Occam's Razor-type view of it, and coming up with the simplest explanation for what I see on the screen.

That said, if by some insane magic trick they managed to make Dean this queer by accident? It doesn't matter what they intended, because THE TEXT IS WHAT IT IS. I don't need the permission of the authors to see a church by daylight, and Dean is THAT OBVIOUS.

[autisticlenaluthor]

jackienat in new york headcanons - inspired by this timeline

jackie is terrible at riding the subway. she’s not afraid of it per se (pre wilderness jackie would’ve been. bc “ew there’s rats and roaches!”) but she has the worst navigation skills known to man. the first time she has to transfer trains alone at 42nd street she gets so confused and lost and overwhelmed that she fully leaves the station at bryant park (with no clue as to how she walked multiple city blocks underground) and finds a pay phone to call nat. she breaks down crying because “it’s a fucking maze in there and i don’t know what i’m doing and i’m not cut out for this” and ends up taking a cab home

when nat takes the subway at night, she acts crazy and scary so that the actual crazies won’t fuck with her. jackie finds a seat far away and pretends not to know her.

nat always gives her spare change to homeless people, even when they’re at the worst of their financial struggles. jackie once makes an off hand comment about how “they could just be using it for drugs” but nat shrugs it off. she knows if she were in their shoes, she’d need to take the edge off too

nat is friends with the local deli guy. they’ve never actually had a full conversation - they just kinda nod and grunt - but they’re friends. on the flip side, the local deli guy hates jackie because she always comes in with a list, takes too long to order, and pronounces every damn syllable in “bacon egg and cheese”

they visit lottie’s old apartment often. they don’t actually go inside - lottie’s still in switzerland and her dad wants nothing to do with them. but it helps them feel closer to her. it makes them feel like they can talk to her, even if not physically.

jackie discovers she has claustrophobia from the wilderness (lottie locking her in the closet/being trapped in the plane) when she has a panic attack caused by the subway stopping in one of the tunnels. the lights go out and jackie just loses it. nat isn’t there when it happens and she starts to blame herself for how bad it was, even though jackie tells her it wasn’t her fault

nat gets a job at a record store and becomes friends with some of her coworkers. they all have similar alt/punk styles and music tastes. it’s the first time nat truly feels like she’s accepted in a friend group without having to fight for her place

jackie’s world is rocked when she sees openly queer people just out and about. she comes home one night excitedly telling nat “we have to tell tai and van about this!”

seeing other queer people in the wild is what makes jackie build up the confidence to link pinkies and eventually hold hands with nat in public. they start going to lesbian bars together and jackie is overwhelmed but fascinated with how lesbians & other queer women are allowed to dress. she always used to sneak her masc clothes on soccer trips where her parents/other adults wouldn’t be able to make comments or force her to change out of them. but it never occurred to her that she could be masc/androgynous all the time or even on days where it just felt right. the more jackie learns about lesbianism and gender and how intertwined it all is, the more she can feel her mind expanding. it’s confusing - makes her understand herself even less. but it makes her want answers

nat blends in as a native new yorker because of her italian accent, idgaf attitude, and just her ability to figure shit out. jackie, on the other hand, is mistaken for a tourist constantly. even after living in the city for over a year, she has a big ass map she isn’t afraid to whip out at any opportunity. nat knows it’s going to be a long day when she sees jackie by the door with her map, sunglasses, high waisted shorts, and yankees t-shirt. she wants to tell her she’s gonna get mugged going out like that - but jackie is smiling so big she bites her tongue. when they get home that night, jackie is shocked to discover her wallet is missing. nat pickpocketed it out of precaution before they even left the apartment.

[jasontoddsno1simp]

Sometimes, I wish y'all would cut the shit and just call me a cock guzzling faggot.

The few of you who remember there are non-straight / non-women fans of Jason Todd fandom, that is. Cause, for some odd reason, y'all seem to think his fandom consists of just straight white men who like him as a Punisher analogue and straight (white) women who want to fuck him.

Apparently, if you're queer or a PoC, you should ~know better~ than to stan the white man!!

Who knew?!

...

Anyway.

I promise it'll be easier than typing up a 50 page essay on how shallow you think JT stans are that no one wants to read. You won't embarrass yourself by exposing how deep into DC's narrative pocket you are. You won't expose how little you actually understand how insidious racism, classist, homophobia, misogyny, et al are. You won't have the way you tokenize woman and characters of color put on Front St for everyone to see.

Shit, it'll probably make you feel better, too!! I am told saying slurs is fun!!

I wouldn't know - I don't make a habit of saying slurs that don't apply to me - but it could be!! You never know!!

Just... If you don't see the value in Jason Todd, as a character, and don't have the time or energy to find out, don't talk about him or his fans!! It's literally that simple!! You're embarrassing yourself!! You're making your fave look bad!!

Especially Dick and Tim stans!! Anytime y'all open up your mouths to complain about Jason, it makes me cackle because DC licks the ground y'all walk on!! They lavish your faves in tongue baths!! Why are you focusing on us; DC just released twenty different issues proclaiming your fave to be the best to ever do it!! How do y'all have time to read the five million appearances a month those two make *and* complain about a character who 9/10 shows up just to get shit on?!

Do they bore you?! Does having the universe bend to make your faves the top billed heroes of their generation not satisfy you?! God, I can't fucking relate!! A bitch enjoys her fave *in spite* of the comics!! Not because of them!!

Please!! Just call me a cock obsessed, white boy pilled, braindead fuckslut and leave me the fuck alone!!

I am *begging*!!

[isthatmyjacket-covenofchaossq]

not everyone has to be lesbian you know. Wanda and Natasha is straight. Ps if men said they didn’t care about women you would have a bitch fit lol

I know. And I don't care.

Wanda and Natasha can be whatever the fuck I want. They are fictional characters, but there's also a LOT of fruity moments of Wanda and Natasha not only between them, but with other women, especially in the comics.

Now, imagine being so threatened by fictional lesbians that you had to crawl into someone’s inbox to cry about it. if queer headcanons make you this uncomfortable, maybe ask yourself why.

Maybe unpack that before projecting your insecurities on fandom spaces that don’t revolve around straight men for once.

And your weak little “if men said they didn’t care about women” argument? Honey. Men say that every day, in every way—from legislation to locker rooms. It’s not a hypothetical, it’s the world we live in.

Queer women not caring about men isn’t oppression—it’s a boundary. The fact that it offends you so deeply says more about your entitlement than it does about us.

Next time you feel the need to whine about lesbian ships, maybe try journaling instead of embarrassing yourself in someone’s inbox. You’ll still be wrong, but at least you’ll keep your dignity.

PS: If this post hurt your feelings, just know it was custom-made for you. Screenshot it, print it, cry over it—whatever helps you process the L.

Also, maybe this is news for you, but straight women don't look at each other like this

Also I can give you lots of comics references where they are a bit too fruity, maybe it will help you 😊

Oh, and let's not forget Natasha checking out Carol

Now, if you don't mind, fuck off and leave us alone.

[genderqueerdykes]

is it bad that i hate when people take my posts about trans issues and make trans women the center of them. my posts always say “trans people” when i talk generally about the violence and transphobia because i mean that. all trans people, not only one kind. but every time the comments turn it into a discussion revolving around trans women.

i’m not against talking about specific demographics! but it’s very frustrating when people take trans men and non-binary people out of the picture when i intentionally included them by NOT specifying a specific gender of trans people.

it’s honestly very disappointing and disheartening that trans men aren’t included in any type of discussion when it comes to trans issues. at least not that i see, i don’t know.

additionally, when (mainly perisex cis)people claim their supposed allyship to trans people, they only talk about how they include trans women in their feminism and women’s spaces. no mention of trans men. and when we ARE talked about, it’s “i hate trans men because they’re just like cis men :)” or “no i don’t want trans men in WOMENS spaces because they’re men”.

i don’t know… maybe i’m too sensitive, but it’s something i don’t like. we should definitely bring awareness to trans women’s issues but not completely forget about the existence of trans men.

i think it's okay to feel that way. i don't care for when people do that to me, either. this discussion is long overdue and so few people want to have it, but this is an issue. yes, trans women are allowed to talk about our issues, we are. i'm not saying we should never speak. what i'm saying is we can't take posts that are made for everyone and make them about us and us alone.

we need to stop making conversations about transmasculine people about us. not all nonbinary people are transfeminine, other intersex, multigender, nonbinary, genderqueer, gendervast, gnc, etc people need a chance to speak. like i'm serious, it's okay to talk about one's own experience. but if it is explicitly to point out why people should not listen to other people when they are talking about their own issues, and that they should listen to you instead, you are controlling the narratives, and shifting the goalposts.

it's one thing to say "here's what i experience" but if someone takes your post and goes. hey actually. trans women have it the worst. they're the one leaving other people out of the picture in that situation. whenever you try to point this out on this website, people foam at the mouth to try to kill you and it's ridiculous. when, well, with so many people bringing it up:

it's an issue.

there's been a specific group of people who identify as transradfems and people who identify with their politics even if they don't know the name for it. they are pushing people to be quiet and not speak about their own experiences because somehow that silences trans women, as if we can only be about one type of queer person at once. it's gotten old. like can we seriously just have this conversation already and be done with?

i feel like i have to say the thing that most people are afraid of, because this conversation is way overdue.

can disenfranchised dysphoric trans women stop attacking men & mascs because you don't like being seen as one? can disenfranchised trans women who have been hurt by men stop attacking men who haven't hurt you?

enough. men & mascs are not your personal punching bag. manhood isn't what hurt you. being forced to be a man or masc is what hurt you. the general concept of manhood and men did not hurt you. let go. i understand it's painful to get misgendered and treated as a man for life. it sucks. you don't deserve that. no trans woman does. nobody deserves to be misgendered. you don't deserve to be dehumanized because people refuse to see you for who you are. it's okay to acknowledge that you're in pain. but you gotta let the fuck go of your irrational hatred, because it will never help you accept or love yourself

you will never experience true trans joy if you spend all of your time hating on other people. hate solves nothing. if that's the only thing you see, that's the only thing you feel. if hate has nowhere else to go, it rapidly turns inward. you will not be seen as a woman by more people if you attack men. you will not be accepted by cis radfems if you attack men and parrot their politics. this isn't helping you, or anyone else.

we need to break down these walls and talk to each other. trans women and trans men can have conversations about our experiences at the exact same time. conversations involve multiple points of input. if we're only allowing one type of person to speak and one type of person to speak only: that is a lecture. that is not a discussion. if you never listen or give other people a chance to speak, you are lecturing them.

[ur-sick-and-married]

SHE HAS MY HEART ENTHRALLED (Christmas special)

(Julien Baker x reader)

TW: use of y/n, suggestive

SUMMARY: Christmas time is never a wonderful time for you. It’s too bright, too loud, too jolly. Luckily, your roommate agrees.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: FIRST CHRISTMAS STORY LET’S GOOOO!!

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You had a strange relationship with your roommate. You were friends, even good friends, but would only refer to each other as “my roommate.” Though…you had a bit of a crush on Julien. It was tiny. The crush wasn’t life consuming. Just a thought in the back of your head. Something to think about occasionally, never something to act on. You found her attractive. She was simply your type. You liked speaking with her. You liked living with her. She was respectful and not noisy. You talked about ordinary things, somehow finding connection in them.

The strongest connection you made…

“It’s happening!” Julien groaned as soon as she walked through the front door. It was a chilly November day in Los Angeles.

“What’s happening?” You asked from the couch.

“Christmas.” She grumbled.

“No!” You exclaimed, making her laugh.

She went into the kitchen to wash her hands, singing about the “shittiest time of the year.”

You two hadn’t been roommates long enough to experience December together yet. This would be the first.

But you both hated Christmas time. Everything is too bright, too jolly. Neither of you had regular cheer, let alone holiday cheer.

Growing up queer earned you weird treatment from family members, so when they all gathered, it wasn’t exactly Heaven.

That’s how you felt in the beginning of December, at least…

Before Julien went to Memphis for Thanksgiving, you gave her a gift. She was surprised when you stopped her from leaving the car at the airport. You had offered to drive her for this exact reason.

“Hold on one minute.” You said, digging through your purse.

Julien raised an eyebrow, watching you.

“I know it’s super early,” You held a small box in your hand. “But I got you a Christmas present.”

“Y/N-“ She started to protest.

“Please let me give it to you!” You begged. “You’d be an ass if you didn’t take it!”

“Well, I don’t want to be an ass, now do I?” She huffed.

“It’s nothing big.” You smiled a little, handing the box over.

She sighed, and opened it. You had gotten her a small Christmas tree ornament, that simply said “Fuck Christmas.”

“Dude!” Julien laughed.

“You can sneak it on your Dad’s tree.” You smiled.

“Oh, I’m definitely doing that.” She was grinning wildly, her face completely lit up, like said tree.

“I’m glad you like it.” You mused.

“I love it.” She admitted quietly. “Thank you.”

She gave you a hug before she left, which was rare, but it was nice. When in Memphis, she sent you a photo of the ornament, hidden on the back side of her Dad’s tiny Christmas tree.

After Thanksgiving, she got back ahead of you. She took an Uber home, where she crashed on the couch for a few hours. You drove your car home, since you’d left it in the airport parking lot. While lugging your things inside, the wind blew, making you cold.

“Shit.” You sighed once you got the door closed. “It’s so goddamn cold!”

“Surprising for L.A.” Julien commented from her spot on the couch.

“You look warm.” You shivered.

“Take off your germy airport clothes and join me.” She offered.

You did as she said, removing the clothes and getting on something more comfortable. You sat on the couch, next to her, not too close, and she tossed half of her blanket over you.

“Wanna make fun of Hallmark movies?” She asked.

“Duh.” You nodded.

She turned the TV on, flipped through some channels, and stopped once a cheesy straight couple ended up on screen. You two watched for a while, commenting and laughing.

Suddenly, you felt it; that magical Christmas feeling that always came around when you were young. For a moment, you understood the appeal of women cuddling up with their husbands, movie on, hot chocolate made, after the husband dragged the ginormous tree in. But only for a moment.

During a conversation with a neighbor, they admitted that they judged you two a bit for not getting a tree or anything. It was a joke, though it made you think.

Julien got home that day to find you struggling with lights.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She said the second her car door was opened.

“Hear me out!” You called to her. “We’re both raging homosexuals, we have to fit into this neighborhood somehow!”

“I don’t like this.” She shook her head.

“Julien!” You groaned. “I’ve been working at this forever, don’t make me take them down!”

She sighed. “Ugh…you’re infuriating. Fine!”

She stomped inside, and you wondered if the decor was genuinely upsetting to her, until she came out in her winter boots and gloves.

“At least let us do it the right way.” Julien said, and began helping you.

The lights were strung perfectly by the time she finished. You were both sore and tired that night. The morning brought different opinions…

“You know,” Julien said as she sipped her coffee. “I didn’t hate having the lights when I was in bed.”

“Yeah, it was kind of nice.” You agreed.

Two weeks before Christmas, you were struggling to pick an outfit. You were going home again for the big holiday, and your family was having a nice dinner. As much as you despised the itchiness of an ugly sweater, you didn’t want your parents looking at your bland outfit and sighing.

Julien offered to help you. She promised that she would find the ugliest shirt possible.

That’s how you find yourself in a thrift store dressing room with Julien, yet another coffee in her hand, her gaze glued to the floor when you changed. Your options were pretty good; one sweater with a cat, one with actual bells on it, and one with Snoopy on it. You’d told Julien no when she offered you a shirt that said something about being naughty.

“This one smells like sweat.” You muttered, wearing one of the options.

“It doesn’t look very breathable.” Julien chuckled.

“I can’t wear this for hours.” You sighed.

You slipped the top off, and she quickly looked at her shoes, like the respectful person she always was.

The Snoopy one was insanely itchy, which was a disappointment. Of course, the one that worked…the one with actual bells on it.

“I’m gonna wear this to dinner and then die in it.” You grumbled.

Julien was too busy laughing. Every time you moved, a jingle came from the shirt.

She was too busy making remarks to look away when you changed, and she didn’t react. Inwardly, she did.

That night, she couldn’t help but think of you half bare, and you couldn’t help but feel exposed…but in a bad way? You couldn’t decide if you were embarrassed or not.

Four days before Christmas, the day you both left, she gave you the most meaningful gift you’d ever received. It was like she studied you and then purchased it.

“Julien…” You whispered, holding the object in your hands.

“It’s fine if you don’t like it.” She quickly told you.

“It’s…perfect.” You felt tears in your eyes. You felt known.

“Are you sure?” She asked, nervous. “Cause you’re…crying a little.”

You laughed. “Happy tears, Julien.”

“Got it.” She swallowed hard, nodding.

You had the strongest urge to embrace her, and you did. She froze for a moment, then hesitantly hugged you back.

“Thank you.” You mumbled into her shoulder.

“You’re welcome.” She smiled.

You pulled away a bit, to wipe your eyes. “I just feel, like…I don’t know. You really thought about me for this and I-”

“Y/N?” She interrupted you.

“What?” You responded.

“We don’t have fuck-ass mistletoe but…” She cleared her throat. “Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes widened, yet…you weren’t nervous, or disgusted, or anything bad. Her lips were on yours the second you nodded.

Though, you had to leave to catch your plane before anything more could happen.

Christmas was alright. Nothing spectacular. Your mind was consumed by Julien. You missed her. You missed how nice her hands had felt on your waist. You wanted to talk to her about whatever had happened. A phone call didn’t feel like it would suffice much, but you ended up calling her the day before you left.

Everyone in the house was asleep. In your childhood bed, you dialed her number, taking deep breaths when you listened to it ring.

“Hello?” Her voice came through all staticy, yet it was enough.

“Hi, Julien.” You whispered, so you wouldn’t wake anyone.

“Hey.” She said softly. She sounded happy when she realized it was you.

“I only called you because every other noise is snoring.” You teased.

“Ah.” She sighed. “I knew it wasn’t because you wanted to talk to me.”

You laughed quietly. Your dark bedroom didn’t feel as lonely with her on the phone.

“How was your Christmas?” You asked.

“Eh…you know.” She muttered.

“I do.”

You didn’t need an explanation.

You fell asleep to her talking about aunts and cousins and food.

You met up at the airport once back in California, and in the safety of her car, she kissed you again. The drive home felt so long. You simply wanted to make out on the couch, like you did days ago.

There was clearly something strong between you, and that holiday season brought it to both of your knowledge. How could you hate Christmas when it pushed you together? After that year, it wasn’t so bad.

[toothloveslego]

I wish we weren’t friends underfell sans x reader

(This is part one of a fic featuring a transmale queer reader)

And here I am on his couch watching some cheap horror film. Sans laughing the whole time finding the screams of the actors entertaining as he complains about how he would survive. A cheap beer in my hand, a bottle of mustard in his. At first, his habit of mixing mustard and alcohol pissed me off but now the smell of mustard had become a comfort.

There are two things I wish I could tell sans about myself. For one I wish he knew who I was, to sans knowledge i am a cishet straight man. Oh how wrong that is. I had intended to tell him. But as we grew closer i got more afraid, afraid i would lose him. Afraid that he will hate me.

The second, however, I know there is no chance I can ever tell him. Cause Sans likes women. And adamantly so. He hits on women at the bar all the time, and talks about hot chicks to me. And of course, I play along. It is because of that, that I can never tell him the true extent of my feelings towards him.

There is a part of me that has always noticed the small details about him, the way his smirk tilts upwards on his face, even though for a skeleton that shouldn't make sense. The way that he always reeked of mustard and cheap booze, the way the small nicks and cracks on his hands extended across his fingers. The way his eye lights glow brighter when he's mad or happy, the way that his laugh was a low chuckle that rang in my ears for moments after. I am enamored. And yet i suffer in silence.

“y/n?... y/n…. Fuckin’ Human… Y/N” sans yells at me

“Oh sorry, what is it sans?”

“Movies over. Going to Grillbys do you wanna come or do you want to wait around till boss comes back?” He narrows his sockets with that shit-eating grin.

“No fucking way, I am definitely coming, do not feel like being alone with him after he's been working all day,” I say standing up from the couch and grabbing my keys and wallet before quickly following behind Sans as leaves the house locking it behind him.

Sans and I walk in silence for a while. Eventually, we end up standing outside of the new Grillby’s. Sans opens the door for us and I follow closely behind him, taking a seat on the cold barstool. Sans mutters something to Grillby before Grillby slides him a bottle of mustard, fully aware of his weird drinking habits.

“Hey grillby get me the usual.” I say watching the fire elemental walk off to make me my drink. I let out a sigh of relief spinning on my stool to look at my friend. Only to see him looking in the opposite direction looking at a tiger monster woman that was deliberately pressing her body against the skeletons side.

I force myself to look away when I see the two begin to makeout next to me. Ignoring the settling pit in my stomach, I take a sip of the drink Grillby just placed in front of me. The burning sensation in my throat acts as a distraction from the stupid emotions welling in my head.

I already know that i am not his type. Sans is what most would describe as a “lady's man”. Takes random women home a lot. Papyrus has in fact complained about it to me several times. But even if it wasn’t for his interest in every women in a five metre radius, Sans is a monster and I am not. I doubt that in any realm that a human is someone he’s be interested in a more then sexual way. I can’t relate to his culture or the pains and wounds he suffered underground. Its safe to say we are best as we are.

“Hey y/n, I am gonna take this pretty little lady home. You good on your own?” sans asks me not even looking away from the woman besides him.

“Yeah I should be okay,” I say waving him off as I take a small sip of my drink. As sans scampers out the bar I notice Grillby giving me a funny look. Grillby and I had never been particularly close but I knew he and sans were. At first this had been a small point of jealousy for me, but since then my jealousy has been redirected to the beautiful women sans interacts with.

I sigh standing up and putting some cash on the counter in front of Grillby leaving my empty glass behind on the bar. As I exit grillby’s I blow a small amount of air onto my hands in an attempt to heat them up. Most of my outings with sans end this way. Hanging out with him for a few hours before heading to the bar, him ditching me for some girl.

I sigh as I unlock the door to my dingy apartment. I take off my shoes leaving them in a muddled mess by the door and I throw my coat onto the kitchen counter before making my waltzes to my room. I flop down onto my bed, my eyes wandering to some photos printed out and stuck to the corkboard on the wall by my bed.

There was one set of photos that stuck out to me every time my eyes landed on the photo display. It was a cheap quality photo from the photo booth in an arcade. I had dragged sans in and he frowned in every single photo. It was a good memory, but right now it hurt. Knowing he could smile at some random girl he had shared one conversation with at the bar but that he found it impossible to smile at least for one photo with me. His best friend.

((If you endjoyed that here is the A03 for the rest

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/63980110"><strong>I wish we weren’t friends</strong></a> (1049 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/ToothLoveslego"><strong>ToothLoveslego</strong></a><br />Chapters: 1/?<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Undertale%20(Video%20Game)">Undertale (Video Game)</a><br />Rating: Teen And Up Audiences<br />Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings<br />Relationships: Sans (Undertale)/Reader<br />Characters: Sans (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale)<br />Additional Tags: Reader/Underfell Sans (Undertale), Reader-Insert, Reader Is Not Frisk (Undertale), Reader Is Not Chara (Undertale), reader is trans, reader is gay/bi/queer/ what ever the fuck you want bro, Underfell, fell is gay but doesnt know it yet, reader dates other people, Pre-Established Friendship, ive got shit grammar, shit gets messy, Fic is on the surface, reader is a nurse, fell sans is bad at emotions<br />Summary: <p>Sans isnt always the greatest friend to y/n. But he doesnt want to let go of this bond despite the damage it is having to y/ns well being. Y/n cherishes the friendship he has but sometimes he hates it.</p><p>Will things get better? Who knows.</p>

[bitter-hibiscus]

Heyo i have a question for you my transfem Red Hood friend

What do we think about pre-transition Robin!Calliope listening to Noel's Lament from Ride the Cyclone?

Like, obviously, there's the "fantasizing about being a woman part." But ALSO also I'm thinking wrt the taboo about the csa and the fact that it wasn't something she could/felt like she could talk about? Because to me there are two questions, there's the question of whether she acknowledges that she was a victim and the question of whether she would feel safe to talk about it (because sex is taboo, because queer sex is taboo, because sex work is a crime in the us etc.). And also a bit meta but like about how gender ties into that, about how people associate sex work and sexual assault with feminity.

So now I'm thinking about Calliope having this huge secret that burdens her and she can't talk about it and also this other huge secret that she can't talk about wrt her gender and her perception of survival built on repressing stuff and having this fantasy in which she's an independent adult and a woman and she killed her pimp when he tried to hurt her and she does sex work and everyone knows it and she's open and confident about it... Thinking about how in that fantasy, Monique dies at the end... (Kinda like in bury your gays queer fanfiction: you are allowed to experience catharsis through fiction but only if the sinner is punished at the end.)

And also, I heard the line "at night I burn myself with cigarettes" and immediately thought about her like yeah. That's Robin II yep yep yeah.

CORRECT AS FUCK MY LIEGE. I LITERALLY THINK ABOUT CALLIOPE EVERY TIME I LISTEN TO THAT SONG

I agree with everything you said so so so so much esp because like, while I do think that Calliope is a very emotionally open woman (though not emotionally available) she's also someone who is incredibly affected by shame and embarrassment. And there's this almost guilt-induced embarrassment in my interpretations of her, where she truly believes that the things she went through (the rape, Sheila leaving, Willis dying alone, her own death, the fact Bruce doesn't love her, etc etc) are all HER fault because there's something fundamentally wrong with her. So even though she, to me, protects the sex workers that work for her, and is obviously very accepting and supportive of other trans people (side eyes my butch!dick grayson headcanon with so much love) those are things that she believes she's not allowed to not be ashamed of, because she's just lesser than other people in every context.

(I also think that her OCD would absolutely convince her that she's faking those trans thoughts because she's actually secretly a bigot who believes only women can be S/A'd and then it spirals out of control because that's the first time she ever admits to herself that it was rape.)

Honestly, it's so funny that you bring up the bury your gays trope because. because if Jason is trans in UTRH, isn't that exactly what he's doing? Isn't he trying to get Bruce to finally break, finally abandon himself, for the sake of Jason's own catharsis that results in his own death? In a Calliope world, isn't that the story reinforcing that no, she's never going to be independent, she's never going to be free, she's never going to live her life free of the fear of what lurks in the dark because she's a woman, because she dared to demand more than what the men in her life were comfortable with, because she refuses to become complacent? Isn't that the quintessential story of women in fiction?

[destinygoldenstar]

Due to the results of the election, things look bleak. And I live in a red state.

So in case anything were to happen, I want to be open about my experiences a lot more. I'm going to try and live as long as I possibly can, and I can tell you that if I get jailed, assaulted, or killed, it's NOT by my hands.

I'm an asexual lesbian woman in my twenties. I live in a red state.

When Donald Trump became president the first time, I was still a kid. So I couldn't get too caught in the crossfire of what he was doing during that term. That, and I had not figured out my identity yet. It wasn't until a couple months after Trump became president that I discovered from Internet browsing that "Wait, men x woman is NOT the only form of romantic love that exists? You can do that?"

Before that, I've been writing since I was six, never stopped and became self taught how to write fiction. Even as a kid, when I was a shit writer and just ripping off from the media I consumed, I would always make the straight pairings a 'friendship' between two girls instead. Because it was what I understood then. For awhile, after I got out of the phase, I dismissed that as me being a mansogynistic child. But no, turns out there was more to the story than that.

There was other things that became hints as well before I became aware who I was. When the other girls in my school were gushing about cute boys and teasing about 'do you like this boy? You talk to him so obviously you like him.' I would be in my corner minding my own business, not interested in the topic. When it was directly targeted at me, I would say 'yeah I like him', because due to my autism, either my reaction sent mixed communication signals, or I would think they meant platonically. Then they would either tease that I confessed to romance, or they would get I got it wrong and say 'I meant as a boyfriend'. And I wouldn't answer because I didn't want to be rude.

What was wrong with only seeing boys as friends? Well back then where I was from, everyone assumes everyone is straight. A boy talks to a girl, obviously they're gonna smooch.

So I, as someone who didn't know queerness existed, had to assume I was like that as well. And I was just "Not old enough to get it".

And then as I get older, that mindset turns into 'men and women always want to kiss and fuck each other all the time'.

But I wasn't interested in that at all, especially not the fucking. But there was no awareness of queerness in public and I didn't use social media, so I had to assume I was like that as well, just that I wasn't old enough to get it.

Which that became a weird excuse, I learned how babies were made when I was SEVEN.

All the while, while I NEVER dreamed of ever fucking anyone, I still had some PG-Loving fantasies about the women in those 'girls cartoons' I'd watch. Winx Club, Totally Spies, the Disney Princess Movies, etc. I read the Sailor Moon manga ALL THE TIME in Middle School. I was NEVER interested in the boys they were into, and I would never get it. Even as a kid.

Maybe I was just someone who was into femininity. Maybe it was something about how they'd stylize their hair or fashion, or their softer voices, or their more delicate approaches that touched my heart. In a way male characters didn't.

Later I would realize that applied to real life too.

Then my family watched the Cinderella Live Action Remake, and let's say, I found it magical. After the movie, my mom told me "You'll find your prince one day."

She assumed I was straight. Like everyone does before they get told otherwise. She assumed I was fantasizing about the prince that swept her off her feet. But... I wasn't. I was more interested in Cinderella herself and her pretty dress and eyes and how she stood up for herself to leave her abusive household. (Celebrity Crush?)

Then there's when my family got me in the MCU. You know, before Phase 4, which after that... EW.

My family would always GUSH about how CUTE these MEN were, as celebrity crushes. And they kept saying this was completely normal. My mom was a HUGE Captain America kinnie, my sister was into Thor (& Aquaman), etc. And I... did not get it. I didn't get any crushes on any of these guys. I liked them as characters, but crush? No.

And my mom was confused by it. Why isn't my daughter blushing mad at these movie men?! "Well maybe she'll like the actor for *this new MCU male character that shows up later*."

Nope. Nothing.

You know which celebrity from the MCU I did consider hot though? Scarlet Johansen. But I was casual about it and didn't say a word and kept it to myself.

I guess it clicked to me too late what I was ACTUALLY interested in.

Not in a 'I wanna fuck them' way. HELL NO. But I am an ace who doesn't have a problem with casual kissing. Dating someone? Sure. Potentially marrying someone one day? Of course. Isn't that normal romance and what people value in their crushes? (In person crushes, obviously.)

And then there was my 'first boyfriend'. BIG quote on quote there. He was a guy a year older than me in my school that CLEARLY was crushing on me. He would constantly follow me around to try and talk to me awkwardly, compliment me, etc. (Would I say 'stalker'? Not really. He could've been worse.) And I just found it AWKWARD.

He once tried to put his arm around me lovingly, and I was uncomfortable and made an excuse to leave.

I later talked to my mom about it, and she suggested I avoid him. And I did. I never talked to him again.

Was that the right call? Not sure. But I don't want to know what relationship that would've been if I did accept his loving gestures.

And he was just the first. Through Late Middle School and Early High School, a TON of boys were after me and wanted me. And they became OBNOXIOUS about it. And EVERY TIME they confessed their love to me, I would always, right there and in front of everyone, reject them.

That didn't stop them, as they would proceed to bully me about it and get in my face about them LOVING me. Or something.

It turns out most of them were just a 'this girl is hot' thing. Some even admitted that. I asked one guy what he liked about me. He said "looks". And when I asked, "Anything else?" And he said "Nope."

That boy was a MISOGYNISTIC PIG btw. And NO SHAME too. He constantly bullied me and made jabs at me, and he said the reasons were, "Because you are a woman. You belong in the kitchen."

I'm NOT exaggerating, btw. This is actually straight up what he said.

From then I became self aware and insecure about my appearance. Like, I'm hot? People think I'm hot? For awhile, I wanted to try and ruin my appearance so I wasn't so 'traditionally attractive'. I would draw a marker all over my skin, for example.

I mean, sure, these boys were assholes. And sure, people there, before I moved, hated my personality. They like my appearance, but the moment they get a taste of who I am, they say, "What a WASTE of good looks for a woman."

But I DO NOT want this to come across as "I'm queer because I hate men". Because I don't. It was just where I was and how the boys treated me back then. Nowadays, I have a couple of male friends who are good people, and don't treat me like dirt. It's just that I only consider them friends.

Combine all of these experiences, and I guess I subconsciously realized "OH MY GOD... I'M GAY."

But I never CONSCIOUSLY wanted to confront that. You know?

I only knew of the gay people on TV at the time. And in real life, I only knew one girl that was also lesbian, but uh... she was toxic, and really hurt me, and I DON'T want talk about that.

Everyone else in my real life was straight. And openly so. I was the ONLY person in my life that wasn't. And without social media (I didn't get it till I was a proper adult), I thought I was a broken human being.

"I couldn't like girls! I'm a girl! I'm supposed to like boys! I just haven't found the right boy yet, that's all! I'm not queer! I'm not broken! I can't be more broken than I already am!"

And people already WEREN'T very accepting about me being autistic. Something I outted. And what proceeded was years of bullying, discrimination, and ridicule. Even from adults. So if anyone started to process I was gay? I WOULD BE DEAD.

And then it happened. This AMAZING girl is a part of my life, and something clicked between us. And I started to process that she really liked me. (She's demisexual) I mean, I already knew she did, we've been friends for awhile before this, but there were other feelings she was blossoming for me. Romantic feelings. I didn't confront her about it because I had to think about it myself. And then I realized it myself. I had feelings for a real life person. Romantic feelings.

A couple months later, we confessed to each other, and we became official. I'm still with her to this day, and we're in a very loving healthy relationship and we feel safe and supportive of each other.

I wish I could say that I 'came out' properly to my parents, but I didn't. Six months into my relationship, my mom caught us, and found out.

I didn't tell my parents I was gay, they found out. Simple as that.

One, it had to do with fear that they wouldn't accept me. Two, I found it RIDICULOUS that only gay people have to come out.

Straight people don't! Everyone just assume you're straight until you tell them otherwise! At least bi and pan people have an easier time pretending they only like the opposite sex!

So I just... didn't want to tell them.

I did end up coming out to my cousin on the phone, the first person I properly came out to. And all he said was a casual, "Okay. Nothing wrong with that."

Which did make me feel better and understand I wasn't broken and I was valid.

So when my mom found out about us, she confronted me about it. And I told the truth and confirmed that I was in a relationship with another girl. And... she only expressed confusion. She said I could be whatever I wanted to be, but it's clear she didn't understand it at all. Neither of my parents did.

A few days later they made it clear that even if they didn't understand it, they were going to accept me, and they broke my fears by making it clear they were not going to disown me.

My mom told me that I shouldn't be open about my sexuality to anyone else. It's 'inappropriate'. "We will accept you, but there are people in this world that won't. They will bully you to no end and hurt you."

To which I responded, "They already don't accept me."

Referring to the years of bullying I endured for my autism.

I mean, to this day, I still love my family, and are grateful they love me and want to do everything for me. But only now is my mom getting around to trying to understand my autism through research. There's something to be said about whenever we're in public, or my mom is talking to a friend of hers, she refers to me and my GF as 'best friends' and nothing more. Or how she talks about how I haven't found a boyfriend yet.

It's because of this, that when asked, I use the vague gender neutral term 'partner' when talking about my relationship in public. So while I'm not 'hiding', I'm not opening myself up for backlash either.

It just, sometimes, feels weird. While my family and my GF's family accept us, everyone else in our families are straight, as far as I know. We are the only two queer people in our family.

As for my asexual side of my identity and how I figured that out, there's not as much to the story other than what I've already said. I never found any desire to have sex with anyone, and I found the explicit material of that subject matter revolting. I always did, and I never grew out of that. Whenever someone at school started talking about something sex related, I turned the opposite direction.

One time I couldn't, much after I got my relationship, and I said very bluntly I didn't care about sex. Then they asked "Are you asexual?"

And I researched it, and realized, "Yep. That sums it up."

I told my GF that same day, honesty is the best policy after all, and she strongly accepted me and promised not to make me do anything I was uncomfortable with. And she never did. Love her.

I did research, and realized, YES, Asexual Lesbians EXIST. You can be Asexual AND be a Lesbian. There's no contradiction.

It just makes my identity more specfic.

I admit, I'm still trying to come to terms with my identity and that I'm not broken. There are times where I feel like I am, whether it's liking girls the way I'm supposed to like boys, or having no sexual desire.

And still, to this day, where I work, ALL of my other co-workers are straight. Or at least, either straight, or hiding. I am the ONLY queer person I know in my community. (Well, aside from my GF, obviously)

So when the Election happened, is it any wonder how scared I'd be?

I casually admitted to a few of my co-workers that I'm dating a woman. And I haven't been 'harassed' by any of them. Mostly because where I work, there's a bullying policy and they would get fired.

But NOW? Living in a red state? With people I work with and for casually supporting Trump's win? I feel UNSAFE. I feel ALONE. I feel like if I tell someone the truth, I'd get arrested or assaulted or something. It's bad enough that I'm a woman. But an autistic woman? A queer woman? BAD COMBINATION.

Just the other day I was working, I confessed to being terrified of the election results, and why. And there were two people I told this to.

One of them gave me a warm and caring hug and told me I would be looked after and we would be okay.

The other person I told this to looked at me in confusion and told me, "There's nothing to be scared of. Things would be far worse if Harris won."

I don't like Harris either, but they don't know that. Trump WAS in office once, so we had something to go off of.

I should be appreciative that the place I work at has told me I'll always have a safe place there and nobody that works there will hurt me, and they wouldn't let anyone hurt me if they could help it. And I am.

But there's something to be said about the people around me DISMISSING my fears. Dismissing that I am at far more risk of assault now. Dismissing that I could lose my opportunities to work and get money to feed myself now, if any laws are to get signed against neurodivergent people. Dismissing that there's now going to be more backlash for queer people more than ever, and people that will treat me like a disgrace and a villain.

Living in a red state makes this worse. My body is sensitive. If I ever get pregnant from rape, I could DIE. My GF is on disability, so if she ever gets pregnant, she could DIE. We both could DIE.

But I wanted to get my story out on the Internet, because if that ever were to happen, if in the future I get killed, I want to make it clear that I am choosing not to give up now in the present day. I am choosing to live with myself. And I am choosing to NOT abandon my GF and stay with her. Even with the backlash we'll get. Because I love her, and it's nobody's choice but my own to be with her.

Because THIS IS ME. And no one can take that away from me.

And whether I die from getting killed, or I survive the four years and die of old age, I choose to die as ME. And as nobody else.

And my story will be here, so even if it gets lost, it can be found.

You Are Not Alone. We Are In This Fight Together.

Keep Living. Keep Holding On. They Can't Take Our Identities Away From Us.

[starlightseraph]

sighhhhh…

i saw a post claiming that being uncomfortable with some of the wild rpf blogs is homophobia (or rather, that we’re only so uncomfortable with the rabid david/michael shipping because they’re both men, and not by georgia/anna stuff because they’re women), and i find that very funny.

firstly, most of us are queer to begin with, and while being queer doesn’t mean you can’t be discriminatory to other queer people, it’s important to mention.

secondly, the reason no one’s weirded out over georgia and anna is because no one is actually, truly shipping them in the real, actually world. it is very clearly a joke, and some of it is fun stories on ao3. the whole making out thing (which i’ve now seen brought up as evidence that we’re not as uncomfortable with f/f rpf) is literally in response to neil gaiman’s tumblr joke about dottie and sadie, who are fake characters that he uses to deflect from people wanting spoilers. the fandom has imagined them as being played by georgia and anna. they won’t be, because dottie and sadie aren’t actual characters in any fictional work. no one’s saying that georgia and anna, the real people, should make out, we’re making a joke about a fake storyline that only exists in several posts on tumblr.

we’re not grossed out because the the david/michael shipping is m/m. we’re grossed out because these are real people that are being treated like puppets to serve some fantasy. not hypothetical characters created for the purpose of a gag that will never be in any official form of media. not characters in a show who don’t actually exist. actual fucking humans.

rpf stands for real person fiction. fiction. i’m not even sure this qualifies as rpf anymore; no one’s treating it as a fun, made-up story, they’re presenting it as an “investigation” into the real lives of real people. people who are strangers, people who we know almost nothing about.

rpf very often morphs into this, and i really think it’s in a class of its own.

it’s one thing to write silly little stories on ao3 using the names and personalities and likenesses of real people, it’s a completely different thing to dissect every single thing you see about someone and to come to a conclusion that just so happens to perfectly fit your ideal of their lives.

i find even the purely fictional rpf to be a bit strange and uncomfortable, but i don’t have any real moral objections to it. when it bleeds into reality, though, and the wishful thinking of fans presents as a vast, complex conspiracy, that’s straight up creepy. like i won’t even go into why it’s creepy, it should be obvious. celebrities are genuinely afraid of people like this. they’re afraid of the rumours, they’re afraid of stalkers, they feel like they can’t even have innocent fun without it being “proof” that their marriage is just for show. they hate it. i hope all these blogs know that david and michael would all but certainly be very unamused by all of this. they’d probably be a bit terrified, and also embarrassed that anything they did could possibly be interpreted in these ways. no celebrity ever signs up for this, the extent of the obsession some people have is impossible to comprehend until it’s in front of you. even if they’re used to it by now, why, in the name of god, would you pile on?

please, touch grass. smell the roses. leave the parasocial echo chamber. do something to reacquaint yourselves with the real world and how real people function. if you’re really fans, leave them and their loved ones alone.

[ultrone]

I feel like coming out to Jeff would be so fucking funny.

He’s buying a cake that’s shaped awfully quite like a vagina.

When you’re the car together he only plays music made by sapphic women & Hozier.

If a man comes up to you whether he’s flirting or not he’s interjecting with, “Leave my lesbian alone!” or something like that.

Asks if it’s impolite of him to offer you a hotdog.

He definitely tries to set you up with girls. “I don’t know why you just won’t ask her out? She’s hot.” “Jeff, I don’t know her sexuality.” “So ask her!”

Asks for sex help. Not in a fetish way. “You’re a woman who hooks up with women. You’re a walking cheat code!”

Buys flags and rainbow gear. Will go to Pride and enjoy being flirted with by queer men.

I don’t know why I did this. You used that picture of Jeff and had a brainstorm.

-🐈‍⬛

P.S. I’m so sorry

this is amazing i loved it so much 😭😭 best hcs of jeff i’ve ever read istg they’re so accurate LMFAOO 🙏🏻

my mans would have the time of his life at pride i swear 😭 he’d also come to gay bars with you and accept drinks from random cute men ☠️