#one happy homo

[lovertm]

lesbian pins by StrawberryPrism

[literallygwenandjinx]

im literally sobbing my girls finally got a happy ending (and had sesbian lex)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Flashback, warm nights.

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[horseshoemybeloved]

This shit came out WAY zestier than I had planned lmao

( not drawin in a shipping way, they are simply comfy )

[bisamrottan]

our long lost family

tile, stoneware, painted with slip and oxide, 2023

[skulls-soul]

In celebration of pride month I've been doing some questioning

And I feel like the best way to figure something out is asking people who are either questioning the same thing or have already found an answer to it

This is all about being demi-romantic

So to anyone and everyone who's experience this ponderment what was the outcome / turning point for you?

(who knew after 7? Maybe 8 years of identifying as non-binary and pansexual that there could be potentially more? Being queer is one hell of a roller coaster

P.s Thank you to anyone and everyone who interacts with this post)

[steevejr]

im gonna be brave and say this but moash should’ve kissed kaladin on the mouth when he gave him [spoiler redacted] in way of kings 2: words of radiance. I think in that moment he is allowed one no homo pass and everyone there would simply nod in understanding that anyone in that position would do the same. never to be addressed or brought up again.

[dreamlanddeluxe]

Currently thinking of Azurest South. It really is a beautiful building

[sonofwhales]

Prefacing that I have an extremely complicated relationship with Christianity/God

I had an extremely cathartic moment today in church. Yesterday I had my last day of high school and because of how depressed I was feeling I decided to give it a shot and pray for my friends and classmates and ended up basically yelling at god (mentally, I was surrounded by people who would have figuratively ripped me apart if they heard me) about my girl crush from class and that I don't care what happens I just want him to bless her. That he can send me to hell all he wants for being gay, idgaf anymore, but to at least save her.

Technically he should know already being an omniscient being but formally and unapologetically announcing it: Telling him that I'm sapphic and that I love a girl, almost a challenge, and asking him to give her his blessings. Not us, I don't really want to date her for... Reasons, nor me, since I don't think I'm deserving of it, but her.

The person who has no faith cried out to God in the name of her same gender love.

I may never tell anyone about it, but I have sworn to God my affection for you even in the face of death itself and dammit if that's not love then I don't think I'll ever understand what love is.

May one day challenges such as this be simple truths, not something that feels like a revolution.

[viktorsaintclaire]

people rb’ing my byronjefferson post. mhm. yup. i love spreading propaganda. 😏😏😏😏

[straight4joekeery]

Teach Me How To Love In Your Own Lyrics

(Part seven)

Prev. Part one

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He wasn’t going to lie. After a month of hotel breakfast, it was starting to get disgusting. Constant toast made with old bread and some of the crappiest cups of coffee ever. If he was extremely lucky, he’d get a waffle. He’d do anything to get a signature Hawkins diner French toast stick. He thinks it’s so dumb that they will be gone for three whole months and only have 12 concerts. As much as he loves his band and all the fans, he can’t wait for tour to be over. He wants to sleep in his own bed for a day. He wants see his uncle and feed the cats outside the trailer. He wants to stay up all night watching crappy movies with his friends. He especially wants to see Steve. He really really missed him. It was weird. He could hardly stand to be without him. He wonders what he was doing now. Is he even upset that Eddie left?

“Hellooo? Earth to eddie?” Freddie called out waving his hands in front of his face, “Gareth said he’s dedicating to Abby tonight.” At every concert they took turns dedicating the show to someone. Abby was Gareth’s little sister. She was 14 and was probably the sweetest kid he’d ever met.

“He’s too busy moping over his boyfriend,” Jeff sighed.

Pardon? He has a boyfriend that he wasn’t aware of? “Excuse me?”

“I said that you’re too busy mop-“

“No I heard you I’m just confused. What boyfriend?” They all laughed and he just stared blankly in return. When Gareth noticed he looked shocked.

“Steve? You aren’t dating?” Woah. How did they come to this conclusion?

“No?!”

“Really?” Freddie exclaimed, “there is no way! Have you seen you two?!”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?! How did you come to this conclusion?” They all looked at each other with concern. How would anyone think that.

“I don’t know,” Jeff sighed, “it’s just… nothing man never mind, forget it.”

“Okay I’m sorry but,” Gareth started, “you do like him though right?” Wow. Rude. Just expose all of his secrets like it’s nothing. Without his consent! He felt personally attacked and harassed, so he denied.

“No way!” They all smirked. That snarky little smirk they used to get whatever they wanted. And it always worked, “oh my gooood fine. Yes. I have a massive gay crush on Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington! Happy?”

“Very,” Jeff said, “and it was extremely obvious. Why aren’t you dating?” Is this a real life question?

“Ummm hello? Steve is very obviously straight.” They did that weird look again! What is up with them?

“Sure man. Let’s just go… we have shows to preform,” Gareth clapped once and stood up. Today was concert number 5 so that means almost halfway done! One and a half months until he gets to see- oh god. It was obvious.

They grabbed their few bags and headed to the bus. It wasn’t too bad. They had a few too many blankets so at least it was cozy. They were currently in Southern Wyoming. Their next concert was in Denver. The roads were empty and there was nothing outside. He spent most of the ride with his Walkman and two pens so he can drum on his legs (Gareth hates when he does this, claiming it’s ‘his thing’).

He must’ve fallen asleep at some point because 3 hours later he woke up to Jeff screaming about his excitement. He got up and walked to his sweetheart (despite Steve and Robin constantly making fun of him, they all named their instruments: Jeff’s guitar is named baby, Freddie’s bass is named hot stuff and last but certainly not least Gareth’s drums are named Daniel.) He picked it up and some parts of Gareth’s drum set. They walked about three blocks and made it to the stadium. It was nice to say the least.

They had 1 hour until people started to show up. 2 until showtime. They quickly set up to get in as much practice as they could. They stopped after 45 minutes so a) they’d have time to get ready and b) so their fingers wouldn’t bleed at any point of the night.

They adrenaline was high back stage. They smoked (they swear just a little bit) just to ease the anxiety. They got dressed and waited. And waited some more. Waited until there was 15 minutes to go on stage. They were now standing up screaming nonsense at each other. They did this before every show. For no reason. They should probably stop before they lose their voices before they even go to play.

When they were about to go out they all downed an energy drink like it was a shot. “You guys ready?” Jeff asked. When they all said no, they walked out.

They amount of people there never failed to amaze Eddie. They were all screaming and if that didn’t immediately boost their confidence, nothing would.

Gareth walked up to the microphone to start the show. “Hello Denver!” the crowd quite literally went wild, “it is an honor to be here and we’d like to thank you all for coming! As you may or may not know we always dedicate our shows to a special someone. Tonight we are dedicating to my lovely little sister Abby. She is so kind and probably my best friend,” all of the band looked at each other with their jaws dropped in offense, “any ways I love her and here. We. Go!” Gareth ran back to his seat to count off to their first song of the night.

Eddie found it easy to get lost in the music. He forgets the crowd is there and before he knows it they are in their last song. This song has always been and always will be his favorite. Eddie had written it in ‘89 at three in the morning. He called it ‘Invisible Man (I See You)’. He wrote it after Steve had told him everything. And he means everything. From his dad, to Tommy, to the reading, and even what he thinks of himself. Steve had said, “nobody sees me for who I am. They think I’m dumb and ‘only good for my charm’. Don’t get me wrong, I am very charming,” he faked a laugh, “I hate it Eddie. I really do. I wish everyone would stop. I feel… invisible.” He never told Steve about the song. He would probably hate him if he found out. That’s a really weird thing to do for someone who is only his best friend and won’t ever be anything more.

The song was still heavy but somehow a lot more calmer. Playing made Eddie feel good. Really good. None of the band knew what the song was about. They just saw how the lyrics were better than the rest of the songs (which was really hard to beat) and immediately started working on the beat.

They might look through.

But don’t worry invisible man,

I see you.

The crowd felt electrifying during the song. He felt like he was floating. He waited for the crowd to die down a bit before closing off, “Goodnight Denver! You have been amazing! Crossing our fingers we’ll get to come back!” And just like that one more show was done. They ran to the bus and went to their next hotel.

When they got there they all told each other how amazing they did and goodnight before going in their own rooms.

After today Eddie only had one thing to do, call the invisible man himself. Much to his disappointment, he didn’t pick up. So he did the next best thing, called Robin.

“Heeeelllllooooooooo? How may I help you at this hour?”

“Steve?”

“Eddie!!! How are you? I’ve missed you. Did you have a concert tonight?”

“I’ve missed you too Steve, are you drunk right now?” He could hear Robin shout on the other end.

“Edddiiiiieeee!” She shouted, “we are indeed very drunk. We just got back from a gay bar!,” now why on earth would Steve be at a gay bar? The world may never know, “Steve has been angry all night. So annoying! He only just now cheered up when he heard yoooouuuu.” He could hear Steve giggling and telling her to shut up, “okay I have to go to bed. And Eddie?”

“Hm?”

She whispered so Steve couldn’t hear despite his protests, “for the love of god, please come home early so I don’t have to hear Steve cry about you anymore. Okay byeeeee!” What? Steve cried? Over him? She was probably lying. She was clearly over the legal drinking limit.

“Hi.”

“Hi Stevie.”

“I wish you could come home.”

“Me too.”

“Why? You’re probably having soooo much fun!” He smiled at the phone. He needs to start making Steve drink more often.

He sighed, “I am, but I’d rather be home. With you.” Oh god. That was way too much.

…

“Well Steve, it’s getting late. And you need some sleep. I’ll call you in the morning okay?”

“Okay. Love you Eddie. Good night.” Oh. Well. That was weird. It made Eddie feel all warm and fuzzy inside. But Steve is drunk, so it couldn’t mean anything. (But he heard the way Steve said it. He wholeheartedly meant it.)

“Good night Stevie.” He could practically hear his frown over the phone and he couldn’t handle that right now so he put the phone down.

After 20 minutes of deep thinking about the phone call and what Robin said, he slept the best he had since leaving.

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The Eddie part! Despite it being short this one is by far my favorite. Also, call me Dr Suess cause I be rhyming 😎. I’m so proud for making a song title and lyrics. Also completely ignore the changes in the last part and act like it was always there. I love Steve immediately becoming somehow more intoxicated when he hears Eddie’s voice. Thank you for reading this. Also does anyone actually read my little authors note? Blah blah blah no one cares! As always: comment or reblog to be tagged in future parts! (Also just know if you complimented me or said literally anything: I blushed and giggled like a manic. Thank you guys so much!)

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[pygian-weapon]

Cannot stress how important it is for straight people to be LOUDLY supportive of the LGBTQ+ community, especially in public spaces like the workplace

I just started a new job and tonight I felt comfortable enough to come out to my coworker because he made me feel like it would not be a big deal, after two years of staying in the closet in my previous workplaces because all the comments I had heard about queer people had ranged from neutral to strongly negative.

It doesn't have to be a monologue. Low-key is good, mention a gay friend, talk about queer media, tell a decent joke. Just, literally anything that tells me you're not one of the Very Loud percentage of people that would rather erase people like me from existence

[coollyinterferes]

"Thing 's... why would I wanna be 'loud and proud' for one month when I can be loud and proud and also be a bloody menace all year long?"

[horseshoemybeloved]

Omfg I need to make a fob pride icon

[bullforgery]

2am rant cause idgaf.

[clearlyclueless]

I was going to change my pfp after pride month to be a different one than it was but now I'm feeling like changing my pfp every June into a different picture of me with a pride flag in the background