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mrmeeps3654 · 14 days ago
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“I am unchained”
“Yet you think so often of kaladin”
“I am…mostly unchained”
Okay wrap it up gay boy
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sh00kspeared · 22 days ago
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“Johnny loves female V way more than he loves male V”
“Johnny isn’t bi; he had flings with men but truly can only fall in love with women”
“Johnny and V’s dynamic is less interesting with two men”
“Johnny and V are based off of [X classic literature dynamic], and that’s a story about a man and a woman. It could never work with two men.”
“Johnny is the poster child for a tough male archetype; it wouldn’t make sense for him to have a boyfriend.”
I don’t think people who say these things realize what they’re really doing (all of the comments above are things that I have seen more than one person say, by the way, so this isn’t a passive aggressive callout post for a one or two select people or anything).
As someone with a beloved male V x Johnny ship that I’ve spent hours pouring my heart and soul into— writing lore, doing VP, making art— imagine, guys, how it feels for me to read these comments. For others with the same ship dynamic as me to read these comments. Imagine how it would feel if I went to YOUR fem V X Johnny ship and went ‘ackchully, that could never be canon! Johnny loves men more!” Not good, right?
There are times in the past where people have written literal ESSAYS in comments sections about why my ship is bad. And I’m not gonna sugarcoat it: if you say these things to people who are just trying to share art and headcanons, I’m sorry, but you’ve got some issues to work out with yourself. If you have the time to be so worked up about Johnny holding hands with someone who has a dick that you write a long paragraph about how much better fem V is, then I’m not the problem.
And, by the way, I don’t think I’ve mentioned it till this point, but Johnny is canonically bisexual; I’m not just headcanoning here. He’s made comments about wanting to fuck men, more than once have certain devs + the official Cyberpunk Twitter account liked and reposted images of him with male V, his character was based off of David Bowie (a bisexual person), and the official game guide says that Johnny slept with Kerry and Henry. I am not criticizing people who don’t know this information, think Johnny is straight, and are politely concerned about people disrespecting his sexuality— I’ve met plenty of people who don’t know Johnny’s sexuality and nicely go, “oh, I didn’t know that!” when I tell them. No, I’m referring to the people who know this information and choose to ignore it because they don’t like the idea of Johnny being bisexual, or to the people who don’t know Johnny’s sexuality and instantly lash out at male V x Johnny ships because they assume he’s straight.
It also does a disservice to bi people in general to make so many assumptions about Johnny’s sexuality. I’ve seen people assume that Johnny is too ‘manly’ or doesn’t have enough gay mannerisms to be into men, which is very much stereotyping. It also assumes that him preferring women but still liking men means he’s still straight because he talked about sleeping with women more than sleeping with men (ever heard of the Kinsey scale)? Him having two canon girlfriends does not mean he couldn’t have had a boyfriend in the past or that he wouldn’t fall in love with a man (remember him saying he wished he’d fucked Kerry?).
If you’re uncomfortable with the idea of your female V being with a man who finds men attractive, then I’d recommend finding a different character to ship your V with.
Now, to conclude, I’m not denying that Johnny is likely female leaning, and I’m not saying you can’t think your specific female character is the most compatible match for Johnny. I am simply asking that the ship that I and many others have poured hours of our lives into be respected and treated with dignity, and that Johnny’s sexuality be treated with dignity.
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n3rdyw0rdy · 4 months ago
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My thoughts on Vefve
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I’ve been a fan of Ghost and Pals since 2018, and only in recent years have I joined the fandom. If you’ve seen my past tumblr account, you can tell that I’m quite the fan of Christopher Pierre (Aka: The Distortionist)
I’ve noticed Vefve when I saw her reference sheet for her version of Christopher Pierre and went down the pipeline of her works, and I’ve got some thoughts.
Selfshipping
I have no problem with self shipping at all, since I myself, if you couldn’t tell, make countless ocs for fandoms or characters I like.
What I do feel odd about is Vefve’s self ship with Christopher Pierre. I have heard that Vefve is in her early or late 20’s (I’m not completely certain, but she claimed to be an adult), which the character, Christopher, is 17.
I know she has stated that the version if Chris that she ships herself with is “aged up”, but Christopher, quite literally, hasn’t aged a bit in her art. Even if he’s supposed to be “24”, Vefve has done nothing to his design to indicate that he’s older than he canonically is, appearance wise, which rubs me the wrong way.
“He’s fictional���, I don’t hear you guys saying that when Erin Clover shipped herself with Bakugo while she was in her 30’s.
The Vampire Au
I wasn’t familiar with this AU or the fanfic that went along with it until recently.
I know that Vefve has made a statement saying how she doesn’t like the fanfic anymore, but I beg to differ.
For context, the fanfic consisted of Christopher Pierre as a Vampire, and Kennith Simmons (keep him in mind) as a victim. Christopher attacks Kennith and offed him, but then kissed the severed head of Kennith.
This fanfic is both odd and just weird to me. The random n3crophilia and weird romanticization of the situation leaves a weird taste in my mouth, and if anything, unnecessary.
I understand that Vefve wanted it to be a “horror” fic and not glamorized, but the fanfic itself does that. She even made the excuse that “vampires can’t control themself” or are mindless monsters, but even with that logic, I don’t think a mindless monster would make out with a severed head.
Even with Vefve’s statement of not liking the fic or au, she still mentions it a lot and even made art of the kiss scene, which discourages me to believe that she was honest about it.
Mischaracterization and Chrisken (christopher x kennith)
Probably the most prevalent excuse Vefve gives for defending this ship is that she “changed the characters” so the relationship isn’t as toxic as it would, and with that, fully mischaracterizing the two characters.
Vefve has changed Christopher to a “dominant nonchalant charismatic charmer” while Kennith is a “Sweet innocent boy”. This may be nitpicky of me, or over exaggerating their recharactsrizations, but I just personally dislike it. She also characterizes Kennith to be “child like”, which is really odd to me since canonically, he’s an adult and Christopher is still a minor. I know it’s only a one year age gap, but I have more thoughts on the ship itself below.
Now for the ship itself, I’m not a fan at all. Sorry. But don’t take this being the only reason I don’t really like Vefve, as seen above theres more understandable reasons for my distaste other than me being nitpicky. The ship itself doesn’t really work for me, especially by how realistically, it would be really toxic. Toxic ships have a right to exist, but I feel like if it got into the hands of Vefve or people like her, it would be glamorized to hell and back. (pun intended)
Other thoughts
Generally, the very risky and otherwise odd things she post of Christopher and the fanart her fans make her is very jarring, especially knowing the context of Christopher as a character and his age.
The dynamic of Vefve’s version of Chrisken is just really generic and oddly fetishistic. I’m not accusing anything, but being honest, their relationship feels like it was written by a person who just discovered gay people existed. Sorry. That was mean. But I’m trying to give my honest opinion.
Vefve’s behavior towards people who dislike her is somewhat immature for an adult. Yes, I do understand that some people send death threats to her which can be a bit overboard, but Vefve going out of her way to make post about them seems unnecessary if she can just block them.
I don’t like using the word cringe, but Vefve is cringe. Sorry. I genuinely hate using the word cringe by how watered down the meaning became, but I have no other label to think of when it comes to Vefve. Her fans are no different either. Sorry, that was also mean. Please don’t publicly execute me.
These were my honest thoughts on Vefve. I know that I might be dogpiled for even criticizing her for anything, but I feel like someone had so say at least something. If I missed anything, I’ll edit this, but whoever read through this whole thing and agree with me, have a good day. And if you disagree, also have a good day, but if please don’t associate with me.
And if Vefve is reading this, hi, stay cringe, but don’t thirst over canonically minor characters. Thank you.
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badaceattorney · 3 months ago
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I like narumitsu/wrightworth enough but you people need to accept that it’s not that deep compared to the rest of the series. Most of the cool things about it exist only in the fandom.
That said, to help you i have compiled a list of ships that are gayer/more canon than narumitsu/wrightworth, ranked by how gay/arguably canon they are:*
Asoryuu. Do not spoil the rest of tgaa2 for me, but i do know about some things that I haven’t gotten to yet. Anyways i think breaking the boat rules and risking your trip to Britain that you’ve been dreaming of forever in order to bring your childhood friend (for whom you were already about to risk the trip again in order to get him out of murder charges) with you is a bit gayer than starting work in a profession you’re good because you heard that guy you knew in elementary school is a prosecutor now.
Susahao. do not spoil the rest of tgaa2 for me. Anyways if you’ve played it you know what I’m talking about
Aurametis. If you try to tell me that “unnecessary feelings” is gayer or more canon than “her respect as a coworker isn’t all that I wanted” you should maybe see a doctor. This would be at the top of the list if I wasn’t also ranking for sheer gay energy
Shamseki. do not spoil the rest of tgaa2 for me. Anyways see my shamseki post, it’s gotten even gayer as I play through the case. Even if it’s not a true ship, they definitely fucked and soseki was topping
Klapollo. This is more vibes based with only a few lines that actually help it, but holy shit are those vibes there. Especially if you ship narumitsu, then it’s a narrative parallel
Gumwright. The entirety of t&t, maya is just constantly trying to get phoenix to date gumshoe and gumshoe isn’t denying it. My headcanon is that gumshoe told maya he liked phoenix and she’s trying to be his wingwoman
Gumworth. I have to concede that this is actually on the same level of gayness/canon as narumitsu if not slightly less but I’m putting it here because most people assume it’s far lower than that and that’s an injustice to poor gumshoe
*not ranked by popularity/which ones are my favorites. I haven’t finished tgaa2 or played aaic so i don’t know about that lore yet, please don’t spoil anything more for me.
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mischieffoal · 8 months ago
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Kugrash; Rat Jesus; Bruce Kugrich; you know him, you love him - is a repressed, closeted, gay man. In this essay I will… tell you why I think that, I actually wrote the essay. (It’s not an essay it’s a long text post, it doesn’t have an introduction or a conclusion or citations don’t come for me)
Anyway, I’ve just finished The Unsleeping City chapters 1 and 2 and Kugrash has infested my brain and wormed his slimy way around my heart. I don’t need to proselytise him, if you’re reading this post you already understand the appeal of a crusty, washed-up rat bastard of a terrible father who’s trying to make up for everything he’s ever done. What I particularly loved about him was that he is gay-coded in such a specific way that it makes the poor little meow meow of it all even worse. Was it on purpose? I doubt it. But it certainly is there. 
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(I doubt it was on purpose because the joy of D20 is that all the characters are kind of just pan unless specified otherwise and homophobia is only a thing that villains do in the first five minutes of a character’s introduction. So it’s like, I doubt Murph did this on purpose because he’s probably just being very queer friendly and it comes across this way because of the Kugrash of it all)
Evidence that I remembered to write down is as follows: 
Perry the Pigeon
Kug doesn’t actually want to date Perry, but he doesn't object to going to the wedding with him/sort of leads him on/definitely flirts with him/tries to let him down nicely. 
Murph did just choose the name Perry at random. Could have been a girl pigeon, but no. 
Perry is serious about Kugrash. Like, “still mourning him” serious. 
Perry isn’t only into Kug, he is an established gay pigeon who later marries another man (/rabbit)
2. The Kugriches
When the other PCs tell Wally there’s a pigeon with a crush on his dad, Wally immediately asks “What’s his name?”
Wally and David’s mum is out of the picture. David said that Bruce abandoned them when Wally really needed him, which I think implies she’s been gone since before Kugrash was cursed. Why? Who knows, Bruce was a bastard in many ways - but if his sexuality was so obvious that their son can only imagine his dad dating a male pigeon, it was probably obvious to Bruce’s ex. 
3. Lowell Masters
Kingston: finds out Lowell can Identify things by sticking them up his ass Kingston, two seconds later, pointing at his good friend Kugrash: “This man, what is this man?" Lowell: gives Kugrash an ass jacket Kugrash: “Yeah, yeah, sure thanks, appreciate it.”  Kugrash: “I smell like lube now instead of trash.” Kugrash: “We’ll link up at some point”
4. The totems
All men. When the Intrepid Heroes came up with what their totem animals would be in an Adventuring Party, they weren’t particularly gendered, but weren’t sentient either, so who knows what that’s worth
Perry (see Point 1)
The campest unicorn you’ve ever seen or heard in your life
5. Best friends with a hairdresser
6. “You goddamn beautiful boy, you fucker, you absolute arsehole.” I get it, Kug. Ricky does it to us all. 
To me, all of this implies Kugrash is gay, but quietly. He’s certainly not out-and-proud like Pete is, but his children know. Did he tell them or was it obvious? I don’t think Kugrash knows. I think he’s closeted to no-one but himself. A business man in the 1980s isn’t the most likely guy to have searched his soul for any sexual deviancy, and since then he’s been very busy being depressed/ashamed/a literal rat in the sewers. Misty and Kingston do a lot of work to pull him out of the underground and actually talk to human beings again. They know he’s gay, from the things they say about him (see in particular Point 3: Lowell Masters). I don’t think Kugrash would have ever had a “gay awakening” or a “gay panic” if he’d stayed on the mortal plane, I doubt his sexuality would be that shocking or confusing - I just don’t think he’s noticed. 
Being cursed into a ratman gives you the space to learn all sorts of things about yourself, and if that doesn’t quite work, you can always eat an everything bagel and become omniscient, when you can finally realise that Bruce Kugrich was in fact gay the whole time.
Thank you for coming to my TED talk. 
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casanovawrites · 26 days ago
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random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 17
i’m so tired of missing you.
stop giving me reasons to walk out.
sometimes the most persuasive argument is saying nothing at all.
you act so cold, it’s really hard to know you have any feelings.
this is who you’ve become. you can’t wash it off. it’s in you.
i feel like i lost someone i was with my whole life.
everyone’s kind of an asshole at 18.
fine. do whatever the fuck you want.
i am at the end of my rope. please.
everything that used to make sense doesn’t anymore.
this isn’t gonna be the last time you get exactly what you want and realize it isn’t what you wanted.
all you talk about is leaving this place.
sometimes i get angry, and i’m sorry.
“maybe” to me is the same thing as “no.”
i’m not okay, am i?
how about i just sit here with you until you’re ready. okay?
that’s why they call it a rock and a hard place. not a rock and a soft, comfy pillow.
you don’t get to judge me. i’m doing the best i can.
what happens next, that’s on me.
broken people don’t survive here.
it’s not your fault. you wanna feel like shit, fine. but feel like shit because your life is fucked. 
you wanna talk about what can and can’t be real? that’s the part you wanna focus on?
i haven’t heard good gossip in hours, and i need a good hit real bad.
not everything can be on your time.
if you wanna date people, we gotta stop hanging out with each other. it’s just math.
respectfully, i’ll die trying.
you help me, i help you. that’s the way it goes. 
i’m gonna put this as delicately as possible. how stupid are you?
all we can do right now is wait.
i saw something that wasn’t there. that’s not the first time that’s happened.
in this fucking ugly world, that kind of love does not exist.
i’m still your friend, i’m totally your friend, but you can be a little cruel.
that woman will eat you alive.
between you and me, i have seen some really crazy shit lately. 
you had so much respect for me that i started to learn how to respect myself.
i’m not someone who falls for fucked up, unavailable people.
when i’m mad, i don’t listen well.
welcome to your worst nightmare.
i don’t know what to do, and that really freaks me out.
you have no idea how lonely it is out here.
it wasn’t my choice to be this way.
i’m torn between my best future and my best life.
i feel like i’m hanging on by a thread here.
i wasn’t always like this, you know.
people wanna know if you’re a hero or an accomplice.
you should be mad at you.
i don’t like people going through my stuff.
you don’t have to defend yourself to me or anyone else who really knows you.
there is a fine line between savagery and consequence.
i’m the most clear-minded i’ve been in a long time, trust me.
there are no mistakes, just choices, and you chose what matters to you.
i think you mistook me for one of your little tricks.
i know how hard you work to keep yourself at a distance from everyone on the planet, but it’s not working for you anymore.
guess what, we were never safe.
what part of this is okay?
you just say what you want, not what anyone else wants, then you do that.
do you feel this? most people don’t have this. this is rare.
you’re not living your life. and if you don’t take any risks, you might as well be dead.
i’m not gonna end up sad and alone and full of regret.
let’s be known and gay together.
i pretended everything was fine. i think that just made everything worse.
you won’t be alone, but you’ll still get lonely.
i’ll tell you what i’d like to do next, i’d like to fucking murder somebody. you, maybe.
i’m turning into somebody i can’t stand.
i’m not gonna lie, you drive me crazy sometimes, but we’re in this together. you’re not alone.
i need help, don’t i? i’m really fucked up.
i don’t feel like i have anything left to give.
there are always going to be monsters in the world. it doesn't matter where you are. but i promised myself i would never let them scare the life out of me.
you’d be surprised how quickly all this becomes normal.
if you don’t learn from your mistakes, you’re doomed to repeat them, right?
life always seems to have other plans.
my anger’s like carbon monoxide. it’s odorless, tasteless, colorless, and completely toxic, but only to me. i don’t take my anger out on anyone other than myself.
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mazzystar24 · 7 months ago
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https://www.tumblr.com/mazzystar24/753386242594455552/okay-so-yall-know-im-nosy-and-cant-resist
Also considering not even 3 days ago she was crying about Bummy being a made up British slur she invented herself 💀
And now she’s saying people refuse to use logic to see her using an actual slur coded word isn’t actually that at all 🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️
I wonder how long before she changes her story again and try’s the “buddie fans hacked me again I’d never say such a thing!” Defense.
Or she’ll do like what she did yesterday when someone called her out for being ableist on Twitter. She’ll ss their post, block the person, then crop it a little to cut off where she was being called out, and then post it saying a fan let her know it seemed ableist and she’d never want to be seen like that 💀
No literally like I live in Britain and have for most my life and as you’ve probably got from my other posts i have probably heard every British saying and derogatory term or slur whether that be racist or homophobic or whatever (and I interact with enough of a range of people from different regions of the uk to like have the variances) but never have I heard of bummy being used like that
Like I’ve heard it in the way pertaining to homeless people or being bummed out by something but like if it’s a homophobic one it’s one of those super niche and like archaic ones
I’ve also heard “bummed” being used as a reference to anal sex obviously and in crude ways but that’s different from bummy and bummed is more commonly used in the disappointed way than in this way
BUT I SCOURED THE INTERNET AND HAVE FOUND NO REFERENCE TO BUMMY BEING USED IN A DEROGATORY WAY TO GAY PEOPLE
But on that as a little bit of a nerd I want y’all to remember that word meanings evolve over time through colloquialism
When you say something is hysterical and you’re not referring to the hysteria that women used to be diagnosed with
When you say Bugger doesn’t relate to sodomy or Bulgarians now
On the DL used to be about men (particularly black men) sleeping with men while being married to women
Long time no see was a way to make fun of Asians
That’s all to say that to say that a word that’s most commonly used in reference to homeless people or to express disappointment is people being homophobic is quite a leap
Whereas what she’s doing rn and her having like multiple posts downplaying Tommys part in the racism and all that stuff and her being a white woman that is STARTLINGLY confident in speaking about what people should be feeling about Lou’s wording or posts or Tommys past behaviour is TELLING to me
GAJSKF NOT THE HACKED EXCUSE AGJSKFKF
For real 😭😭
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queer-rose · 2 years ago
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A Grave Misunderstanding
Summary: Wednesday completely misinterprets what Enid said, and it leads to some dire consequences
TW: Homophobia | But it's by accident and shunned
Meant to be more humorous than serious, but I thought of the concept in the shower and wrote it on a whim.
Length: 2331 Words
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“Wednesday, can I talk to you?” Enid asked, stepping up to the center of their shared room. 
“If you must,” she responded, turning away from the typewriter to look at Enid, her stoic gaze nearly piercing into the girl’s soul.
“Well, this is gonna be kind of hard but, I’m,” Enid hesitated, looking away from Wednesday, “I think I’m gay.”
“Of course. It has always been incredibly obvious. I do not know how it took you this long to realize,” Wednesday responded, before turning back around to work on her novel. Keys from the typewriter once again filled the dorm. 
“Wait, you knew?”
“Of course.”
“Well, I hadn’t realized it yet,” Enid stepped over the line in the middle of the room, slowly approaching Wednesday. 
“Peculiar. Anyways, I wish to return to my writing undisturbed now, go away.”
“Wait Willa one last thing,” Enid began. Wednesday interrupted with “Don’t call me Willa” but Enid ignored it, continuing on “Are you okay with it?”
“I thought I made it abundantly clear that I do not appreciate it.”
“Oh,” Enid whispered. Wednesday heard a sob break out just before the door to their dorm slammed shut. 
‘She was crying’ Thing tapped out.
“I tell her I do not appreciate how carefree she acts often, it is odd that this time she expressed issue with it,” Wednesday responded, turning to face Thing, “What do you think would be the cause of it?”
‘I don’t know’ 
“Hm, I suppose it’s a mystery for another day. I have already wasted enough of my writing time.” The sounds of a typewriter could once again be heard filling the dorm, though Wednesday couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt that was gnawing away at her as she wrote
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Enid had not returned by the time Wednesday went to sleep and she still wasn’t there when she awoke in the morning which caused the painful feeling in Wednesday’s chest to soar, much to her annoyance.
“Thing, has Enid been in?” 
‘She stopped in last night to pack a bag while you were asleep, asked me not to wake you. Wouldn’t answer any of my questions though.’
“She packed a bag again? I thought we were past this,” Wednesday thought aloud, a sadness plaguing her thoughts even if she would never admit it, “She is most likely in Yoko’s dorm. I’ll have to go ask for her.”
She got ready for the day quicker than she normally would, before going to do just that. However, the second Yoko peaked through the door and saw it was her, the door slammed in her face. “Fuck off Addams, Enid isn’t talking to you.”
“I do not understand why she is upset. I have expressed the discomfort before and she never appeared bothered.”
“You’ve done this before? Jesus Christ you're a prick Addams, just go away,” Yoko screamed through the door, with the only interruption to her shouts being the broken sobs of Enid echoing throughout the room. 
Wednesday considered continuing the conversation, but knew that fighting Yoko here was essentially fighting Enid, which wouldn’t help anything. So with one final disgruntled noise, she moved from Yoko’s room to her first class of the day. 
The class itself was normal, her classmates however were not. Instead of the normal indifference or fear that was displayed on their faces, a majority of her classmates were glaring at her. Even Bianca, who would normally smirk at her when she answered a question before Wednesday, refused to turn around and look at the goth. She would glare back at the classmates that dared to look at her in the first place, which scared them into looking away, but it was still an odd occurrence.
The final nail that something was incredibly wrong happened on the way to her third class that day. An eraser hit the back of her head and someone shouted, “Fuck off homophobe.” When she turned around to look for the source of the shout, she found everyone in the hallway glaring at her. She sent one more Addams-patented glare back before walking to her third class. 
However, she seemed unable to focus during this class. That word kept sticking in her mind, as she could not figure it out. She had never heard the word ‘homophobe’ before and trying to piece together the latin roots seemed to be doing nothing for her. Even after many attempts, she could only loosely piece together a fear of the same, which made no sense. It also wouldn’t explain why everyone appeared to be angry with her. Thing was unfortunately no help in the matter. So finally, when lunch rolled around, she moved towards the quad to search for someone to ask, no matter how much she was against the idea.
Upon entering the quad, conversations almost instantly hushed. At first she assumed it was because she never was seen here unless there were no other options, but then Wednesday noticed that a majority of the students were glaring at her with malicious intent once again. Finally someone shouted that word again, and it quickly started being chorused throughout the quad. She schooled her face to stop confusion from crossing it before moving to find someone to talk to. 
Enid and Yoko were nowhere to be found, so it seemed likely that they were eating in Yoko’s dorm, which unfortunately left her with only one option. Cautiously, she approached the table Bianca was sitting at. As she approached the table, conversations around the quad began to pick back up, even if the students still glared at her as she walked past. 
Finally, she reached the table, “Bianca, I need your help.” Bianca however, did not even spare her a glance. Instead continuing to talk to the people that were at her table. Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, Wednesday continued “Please.”
This got Bianca’s attention, as her eyes snapped towards Wednesday in surprise. She still looked unhappy to see her, but she also looked contemplative. After multiple silent moments as Bianca’s table watched the interaction, she finally stood up. “You have 2 minutes.”
“That is acceptable, this should not take long.”
It only took a few moments for the two of them to find a secluded hallway beside the quad. Out of sight from her fellow classmates, but more importantly out of earshot.
“Okay Addams, what’s so important?”
Wednesday once again took a deep breath, preparing herself to ask Bianca of all people for help, “I do not understand why everyone is angry, and because of your social standing I assumed you would know.”
“You don’t,” Bianca stuttered out, a look of both anger and shock passing over her face, “How the hell could you not figure it out? They literally shouted it at you as you approached me. Do you ignore people that much?”
“That is… the issue. Despite my efforts, I cannot piece together what the word ‘homophobe’ means. Thing has been no help and Enid is still upset with me, so I cannot go to her for help on the matter.”
Bianca stood still for a moment, her eyes still full of some shock, but also staring into Wednesday’s soul. Almost as if she’d be able to read her mind by doing so, “Oh my god.”
“What is it Barclay? I do not have time for this guessing game. We only have 30 seconds remaining until our conversation is out of time”
“Oh my god you’re being serious.”
“Of course I’m being serious. When do you know me to joke. Now Barclay, tell me why people are angry with me before the time is up.”
“Ignore that stupid time I gave you Addams. I have some things to ask you now instead,” Bianca rapidly spoke, before taking a breath and slowing down, “Like first off, do you know what LGBT is?”
“Why would I care to know what some insipid little acronym means?”
“Okay, this is making a lot of sense. Let’s fall back to your conversation with Enid.”
“I do not know how you know of that conversation nor do I wish to talk about it with you, I just wish to know what the word homophobe means Barclay.”
“This is important to that, and as for how I know, Yoko told me, but do you know what gay means?”
“Of course,” she responded, confusion written on her face for a moment before she morphed her face back into a stoic expression once again. This caused Bianca’s face to fall, disappointment in her gaze, “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Oh,” Bianca responded slowly, “So you only know some of the terms. That also means you meant what you said to Enid. I’m done here Addams, good day.” She began walking away.
“Of course I meant it, Her constant cheeriness is a drain to be around and every day I wish that she would stop. That still does not tell me what homophobe means.”
This caused Bianca to stop in her tracks, realization dawning on her face. After a few moments, she broke out into a chuckle, before finally breaking into a pure belly-laugh. “Oh my god. I can’t believe this. Everything makes so much sense now. Oh my god.”
“I am happy it makes sense to you, because it still doesn’t make sense to me,” Wednesday deadpanned. 
“Okay okay,” Bianca started between laughs, “I can fix this, just give it a minute.” Once she finally stopped laughing, she pulled out her phone and sent a few messages. The phone dinged nearly instantly and she smirked before putting it back in her pocket. “If you can wait here for about 5 minutes Addams, everything will make sense.”
The goth let out a disgruntled sigh, but stood there anyways. She refused to let it show that she was confused as to what Bianca meant, or as to why she was still periodically giggling, but she did let it show that she was annoyed by this turn of events. That is until Enid and Yoko rounded the corner and paused like a deer in headlights. 
Enid turned to move before being interrupted by Bianca. “Okay you two, no running, this is a miscommunication and I’m here to solve it for you all,” She faced away from Wednesday, who watched, unable to stop the small smile from playing on her face when she looked at Enid. 
“Miscommunication? She said she hated that I’m gay,” Enid growled towards Wednesday. There was a viscous malice in her eyes that made the goth girl feel almost sad, though that wouldn’t stop her from speaking her mind.
“Of course, you are too lighthearted and cheery for your own good, Sinclair,” Wednesday spoke up from behind Bianca, making both Enid and Yoko freeze once again. Finally, Yoko burst out into laughter. 
“I do not get why both you and Barclay find this so funny. I just wish to know what the word ‘homophobe’ means and I will be on my way.”
“Okay, now that you two are here,” Bianca began, looking between Enid and Wednesday, “We can solve this miscommunication and teach you what homophobe means.”
“Finally,” the goth muttered under her breath, before moving towards Bianca. Enid hesitantly did the same which brought forward a painful feeling in her chest, much to her dismay. 
“So, Wednesday, let’s start out with this. Do you know what homosexual means?” Bianca continued.
Wednesday paused, thinking for a moment, before responding, “I suppose it would mean someone who is sexually attracted to similarities?”
This finally made everything click for Enid, her wariness instantly transforming into giggles. Wednesday sent the cheery werewolf a glare, but otherwise kept her focus on Bianca.
“Kind of. A homosexual is someone who is attracted to the same gender. There’s a lot of nuance that we don’t have time to get into, but homosexual can often mean both sexually or romantically.”
Wednesday stopped, her thoughts clearly trying to figure out what was happening, “That does not make sense. The school has no reason to believe I dislike homosexual people. I am attracted to a woman myself,” The final sentence trailed off as she realized what she was saying, but it was still enough for all 3 girls there to understand what was being said. Their eyes widened, glancing between each other, before Bianca looked back towards Wednesday and let the revelation go. 
“Well they kind of do because-” Bianca began, before being interrupted by Enid, “Because gay is another word for homosexual.”
This made Wednesday’s eyes open in shock, before looking over at Enid. She opened her mouth to respond, but for once in her life she felt speechless. 
Finally after what felt like an eternity of silence, Wednesday spoke, “I apologize. I did not mean to make you feel the way you must have. I have never heard the term ‘gay’ used in that way before because my family does not subscribe to such labels.”
“God silly you had me so worried,” Enid rushed over to her, a large smile plastered on her face and a hop in her step, “I thought you were a bigot and it turns out you’re just weird.”
“We prefer kooky.”
“Kooky it is then,” the werewolf giggled.
There was some hesitation before, “Thing missed you Sinclair.”
The smile on Enid’s face softened, “I missed you too.”
They stood there for a few more minutes just staring at each other, which Bianca and Yoko took as their queue to leave, before Enid finally spoke up, “So then miss emotionless goth who hates everybody, which girl caught your ire?”
“An annoyance who shouldn’t be asking questions like that,” Wednesday responded, and Enid only giggled before leaning in for a hug. The goth hesitated, but eventually relented and allowed Enid to hug her. A small smile played at both of their lips as Enid squeezed tighter than before. 
“God I love you Willa.”
There was no response for a minute, before finally, “I love you too Enid.”
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A/N This is the first time I've written anything that isn't code in like 3 years and I wrote it on a whim at 3 AM. It's also my first actual Tumblr post. It's probably a bit OOC and definitely isn't great, but hopefully someone gets some enjoyment out of it.
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stobinesque · 1 year ago
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phryctoria | chapter 5: five by two (chi)
Sometimes your gay awakening is just having someone to show you it’s possible. Sometimes love is a lightning bug.
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On the way back from the bookstore Robin cranks up the volume on the beamer’s cassette player, and they both scream-sing along to the mixtape they’d finally finished at 4am this morning, after a sleepless night. Steve drums his hands on the steering wheel to the beat of “You Spin Me Right Round (Like A Record),” while wind whips through his hair from the cracked windows.
“Okay, so—I’ve got this loose floorboard back in my room—”
“Yeah, Robs, I’m aware.”
“Shut up, I’m trying to tell you something.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Well you can’t exactly bring your stuff home with you, can you?”
Steve is silent for a few beats, the mood tanking even while Pete Burns sings All I know is that to me / You look like you're lots of fun. “Yeah, I guess not.” Steve turns to look over at Robin, whose face has gone all serious. “What about you, though? Are you sure it’s safe to have it at your place?”
“Steve, you’ve met my parents—they’re sometimes weird about boundaries, but they don’t go snooping through my stuff. Definitely not to the point of prying up loose floorboards. Is that…?” Robin trails off, the concern in her voice evident, and Steve looks over to see that she’s frowning. “Is that something your dad does?”
Steve shrugs. “I don’t really keep stuff in my room for him to find.” Really, he tries not to own or possess anything that he isn’t prepared for his dad to find anywhere. (Aside from the occasional pot stash, which he always buries in a small tin in the flower bed whenever he has enough left over to warrant it. Most of the time he just doesn’t buy more than he’s planning to smoke through before his parents get back from whatever trip they’re on.) “Anyway. That’s not the point. What if they do find it? Like, I don’t know, one of us forgets to put it away, or something.”
Robin bites at her lip and turns away to stare out the window. Her shoulders hitch up around her ears. “I don’t know. I don’t think...I mean I’ve never heard them say anything, you know? And, like, they were both hippies when they were younger, or whatever. It’d be weird for them to be homophobic, right?”
“Adults never make any sense.”
Robin huffs out a laugh. “Yeah. Right.” She twists one of her rings around her finger. “There’s no way to be totally sure of anything, right? But keeping it at my place is definitely safer than keeping it at yours.”
Steve sighs. “We really need to find another job.”
“Holy non-sequitur, Batman!”
“Non-sequi-what?”
“Random subject switch,” she explains, waving her hand.
“Hey, no, not random!” He pulls a hand off the wheel to flap a hand at her. “If one of us gets kicked out it may as well be both of us getting kicked out. And I don’t know about you, but I do not have enough saved up from Scoops to try to get an apartment.”
Robin grimaces. “That’s a good point.”
“I’m full of good points, Bobbie.”
She flashes him a lewd smile. “Not yet you aren’t,” she says with an exaggerated eyebrow waggle.
“I think at this point we just have to accept that you enjoy talking about my sex life, Buckley.”
Robin gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest like he’s wounded her. “I can’t believe you would say something so grossly offensive.”
“I hope you know that you’ve doomed yourself to a play-by-play the next time I get laid.”
“Ugh. Being friends with you is such a burden.”
“You love me, asshole.”
“God fucking help me, dingus. I do.”
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“We headed back home?” Steve asks as they pass by the ‘Welcome to Hawkins Hell!’ sign.
Robin lifts her head from where it’d dropped against the window and yawns wide. “Wazzat?”
“Home.” Steve turns to look at her. “Are we going?”
Robin flops her head against the headrest, looking at him with a sleepy smile. “Keep driving?”
“Sure thing.” He keeps driving; no particular destination in mind, following backroads along the edges of Hawkins. The sun is still bright and warm, but low enough on the horizon that it shines through the windows and lights Robin up in gold.
She giggles off to his side.
“What? What’s so funny?” he shoots her a quick, suspicious glare.
Robin reaches across the center console to poke him in the face. “You’re shiiiiny.”
Steve slaps her hand away. “Will you stop? I’m trying to drive here! Do you want us to crash?”
“No, no.” Robin clears her throat and straightens in the seat as she speaks, making her voice all low and silly-serious. “Certainly not, monsieur.”
“See, no—what is that? ‘Monsieur’?”
Robin giggle-snorts, and then her face scrunches up as her laugh transforms into a full-on cackle. “Hey Stevie?”
“What.”
Robin flops back into his space, leaning in close to whisper conspiratorially, “Did you know you’re reaaallly easy to irritate. Like, so easy?”
Steve rolls his eyes, gently pushing her away with one arm. “Yeah, well, did you know that you act like you’re three drinks under the table whenever you take a nap for longer than 30 minutes? Huh?”
Robin yawns again, stretching her arms high above her head. “Absolutely worth it,” she says, sounding smug.
Steve shakes his head but can’t bite back the smile she brings to his face. He clicks back into a conscious awareness of their surroundings and realizes they’re passing by Weathertop. (Try as he might to deny it, the kids’ names for places have fixed themselves in his mind.)
He pulls off and parks the beamer on the side of the road, circling around the front to pull Robin out of the passenger seat. “C’mon, Bobbin, we’ve got a hill to climb.”
Halfway up, Robin suddenly starts flapping a hand against his chest. “Hey, hey! How’s that song go? The hills are alive, dah-da-dah daaah dah, you know?”
Steve smirks. “Aren’t your ears supposed to be little geniuses? Robs, the next lines are literally the title of the movie.”
“Pretty sure it was a musical first.”
“This does not actually help your case, you know that, right?”
“Whatever, dingus. Just tell me how the song goes.”
“You sure you wanna hear me sing?”
“Okay, you’ll notice how I didn’t say ‘sing how it goes for me,’ you could just tell me the words.”
“No, no, now you’re going to be subjected to the musical stylings of the Harrington family singers, because,” Steve leans into her space and starts singing, sickly sweet, “My heart wants to sing every soooong it hears.” His head is almost fully resting against Robin’s shoulder as he looks up at her with a shit eating grin.
“Oh, my god, get off me.” She shoves him away, laughing.
Steve lets himself be pushed, taking a couple dramatic, stumbling steps away from her before righting himself and drifting back into her space. “You know the next lines have always been my favorite, though?”
“Do you have the whole song memorized?!”
“...yeah?” Steve frowns at her. “Robs, it’s one of my favorite movies! I thought that’s why you asked!”
She shakes her head, looking at him a little dumbstruck. “Nope, I’m pretty sure I would have remembered that little Harrington factoid.”
“Well…yeah. My mom really loved it, so I guess I just watched it a lot growing up? Especially when my dad was out of town—before she started going on the trips with him—because then we could sing along.”
Robin opens her mouth to say something, before seeming to make the conscious decision not to approach the whole ‘you couldn’t sing along to the movie about being forbidden from singing?’ thing with a ten foot pole, and snapping her mouth shut again. “Huh.” She takes a couple more striding steps forward with a pensive look on her face. “So...how does the next part go?”
He smiles at her, and even without being able to see his own face he can tell that it’s radiant. “My heart…wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees.” He looks at her, and he can feel the way his gaze has become just a little too intense.
“Birds, huh?” She knocks his shoulder with her own, a gentle smile on her face.
“Yep. Always loved ‘em,” he says, his heart feeling a little gooey in his chest.
“Ugh, get away from me,” she says, shoving him away again. “You’re such a fucking sap, it’s disgusting. Where was this two months ago?”
“Mmm, don’t know if you knew this, Birdy, but I am very gay. I think I was probably driving girls away accidentally-on-purpose.”
Robin gives him a small nod. “Solid theory.”
As they begin to crest the top of the hill, Robin turns to look at him. “You have a really nice voice, you know?”
“Do I?”
“Oh, totally—like, two whole steps up from Kermit, at least.”
Steve rolls his eyes. “I’m so touched.”
“As you should be.”
“As we both should be,” he says with a playful little leer. They’ve reached the top of the hill, and Steve flops onto his back with a giant exhale. Robin just stands there, peering down at him, so he reaches up to her with a beckoning gesture. “Come down here.”
Robin takes his hand and lets herself be pulled onto the grass. She settles into a lax position, her arms hovering out at her sides, like a snow angel at rest. Steve folds his own hands over his chest, like he’s been posed in a coffin. The two of them stare up at the clouds rolling past in silence.
“Do you think you’ll try to find someone to get friendly with when we go out?” Steve asks after a while.
“I don’t know. Maybe?” She pauses, and Steve tracks a sparrow flying overhead. “It’s weird, because I don’t think I wanna just dive in headfirst with something casual, you know? But at the same time, it’s like—why let that hold me back? ‘Cause what are the chances there are any more of us out here in Hawkins?”
Steve shrugs. “I mean, I don’t know, I was never good at stats or whatever, but it’d be weirder if there were only two of us, right? And, like, we only know about each other because of…” He waves a hand around to encompass the Russians, the torture; the fucking truth serum…
“Yeah.”
“So, that just goes to show that if there are other gay people in Hawkins, they’re probably also keeping it pretty close to the chest.”
“Maybe, but that doesn’t exactly improve my chances.”
“Point.”
“I just. If I do meet someone, I don’t want it to just be some casual thing, right? I’d want to, like, get to know her and go on dates and…and hold hands, you know?”
“Yeah.” They lay in silence, watching the sun make its slow creep toward the horizon. Steve turns to look at her. “We’re losing light.”
Robin turns to meet his gaze, and smiles. “Wanna stay ‘til the stars come out?”
It’s something they do now. One of the routines they’ve fallen into since Starcourt. Sometimes the sleepless nights will take them out to an empty field under a canopy of starlight.
“Sure.” Silence settles between them again, and Steve turns back to stare up at the sky. The world around them is abuzz with chirping crickets, and the occasional croaking toad. For awhile, Steve just settles into the little symphony. The pocket of peace out here. But eventually, he has to break the silence again. “So…are we gonna talk about it?”
“Talk about what?”
“The whole ‘I’ve never said “lesbian” out loud,’ thing.”
Robin is quiet for several moments. “I don’t know if I can.”
Steve thinks about turning to look at her again but decides against it. Sometimes it’s easier not to be looked at. “Why not?”
“I don’t know, it’s just…it’s just a whole thing, right? Like, I don’t know, maybe it’s weird to think of it this way, but it’s—it’s a noun. And maybe that shouldn’t matter because, like, I don’t know, woman is a noun too, I guess. But it’s just like…weird? To think of this as being something that I am, as like…I don’t know.” Steve hears the grass rustle next to him. “I don’t think I’m making any sense.”
“No, no…I think I’m following. It’s like…what if it’s suddenly all that you are, and there isn’t room for anything else?”
“Yeah.” She sounds more confident now, like maybe she’s on the right track. “And, like, what if all that I am is…wrong? And I know that it’s fucked up to think about it like that, but—”
“But it’s hard to talk yourself out of thinking something you’ve spent your whole life hearing?”
“Exactly.”
Steve hums, weighing his next words in his head. “You know what I think?”
“What?”
“I think that all of Robin Buckley is pretty fucking rad. And I know there’s more to you than being gay. You’re also—and, fine, I will admit it—the funniest person that I know, you’re scary good at solving puzzles, you can barely walk ten paces without tripping over yourself, you’re so, so incredibly brave, and protective, and caring. You have a fucking weird obsession with bugs—”
Robin’s hand darts out to smack his shoulder. “They’re cool!”
“They’re creepy!” Steve says, jumping out of her warpath.
“Okay, one, no they’re not, and two, even if some are, you can’t just paint a whole phylum with that broad of a brush.”
“If I agree that some bugs aren’t creepy, can we get back on topic?”
“…fine.”
“Okay, so, what I was saying, is that you’ve got so much going on that, as far as I’m concerned, there’s no risk of you only every being one thing, and, more importantly: all ofthe things that you are—even the fucking bug love—are the things that make you my favorite person, and you’re not allowed to say mean things about my best friend. So there.”
Robin is quiet for so long that the crickets seem to multiply in volume.
“Hey, Rob…you OD over there?”
Robin cracks a small laugh. “No, I…I’m…” The grass rustles again, and he turns his head to see that Robin has rolled onto her side to face him. He turns onto his own side to face her right back. “Hey, Fen?” she whispers.
“Yeah, Birdy?”
Robin takes a deep breath. “I’m a lesbian.” The second the words are out her mouth she breaks into a wide, relieved smile. A dam seems to burst, and suddenly she’s rolling onto her back and laugh-crying up to the heavens.
Steve rolls onto his back as well, and as he does a lightning bug—one of the few bugs that he will acknowledge sits in the “totally not creepy” category—flits past his head. He reaches up to scoop it out of the air, and to his right he sees Robin doing the same. They turn their heads just enough to look at each other again, each holding a firefly on the back of their hand. The light on Robin’s flares, and a moment later the butt of Steve’s lights up too
“You think they’re talking to each other?”
“Yeah, that’s how it works right? Like, um…” Steve searches around for the word and snaps the fingers of his free hand when he finds it. “Like Morse Code!”
“Yeah.”
“Wish we were lighting bugs. Then we could talk all the time without having to say anything at all. Plus—we’d be really pretty.”
“We can already do that,” Robin says. “And we’re both really pretty.”
“Touché.”
Steve watches the bug crawl across the back of his hand, fascinated by the way its little antennae flick and flutter.
“I don’t think you’d wanna be a lightning bug,” Robin says.
“Why not?”
“Because—no one actually appreciates them, y’know? Like, they think they do, but really they just wanna capture them and bottle them up for how pretty they are. And then they stuff you into a jar, and you slowly suffocate, and with each passing second your light shines a little less brightly, until it’s just dimly flickering, and so muted that you can’t even signal to anyone around you how close you are to dying.”
Steve blinks slowly, trying to process everything she’s just said. “... what the fuck, Robs?”
Robin jabs him in the shoulder, but light enough so as not to jostle him. “What I’m saying…is that I like you all glowy and free.”
The lighting bug has now made its way halfway down Steve’s arm. It opens its wing and flutters off. A moment later, Robin’s follows.
“Okay, I think that’s enough sad fossilizing for one day,” Steve says, pushing himself upright. Once he’s standing, he holds out his hand to Robin and hauls her to her feet.
“Come on. Let’s go home.”
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dinitride-art · 2 years ago
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Okay. This post is about a poll that was about queer identity and I don’t feel like I could pick any of the options. My identity is not a debate and when someone has a different life experience than you and tells you, hey. What you did kinda excludes my existence and experiences. You listen to them, okay?
I have learned today that sapphic and achillean are two words being used to describe experiences of queer women and identity (and others- but I’ll get into that in a sec) and queer men and their identities. And those are neat. They’ve got a cool theme to them and historical significance. However, I have come to the realization that some people don’t actually understand what it means when I say nonbinary/genderqueer/gender is a wild spectrum.
First of all, I cannot define my sexuality by anything but the word queer. I’m sure there’s some very complicated words floating around somewhere that I can list to describe my exact experience but that sounds like far too much work. If a gay man doesn’t have to list twenty different things and explain them to simply say hey. I like men and I am a man. Then neither should I. However, I’m going to try and explain my experiences the best that I can because whatever most of you are thinking is wrong.
I call myself genderqueer because I like the word queer and nonbinary has simply never felt right for me. Now, you might have a basic grasp on what this means; someone who isn’t a man or a woman. That’s a great start! If you can understand the concept that there are people who exist who aren’t either men or women than that’s great. But it’s way more complicated than that. You’ve probably heard the terms afab and amab in regards to trans people. If you haven’t they’re acronyms for ‘assigned female at birth’ and ‘assigned male at birth.’ Basically whatever the doctor decided to write on your birth certificate. Now, listen very closely because I’m going to say something very important.
AFAB NONBINARY/GENDERQUEER PEOPLE ARE NOT AUTOMATICALLY WOMAN LITE.
What that means is that the phrase “nonbinary women” is the bane of my existence and if you say this to me in my vicinity be prepared for a fight. Now, people can identity as women and fuck around with gender, and hell, if someone calls themself a genderqueer/nonbinary woman they’ve got every right to do that. No one else can tell you who you are. It’s a problem when that is taken away from you. People still view afab and amab genderqueer and nonbinary people are two separate groups of people. And to that I say, I think the fuck not.
It’s okay if gender identities outside of the realm of men and women are beyond your comprehension. But at least have the decency of trying to understand us.
Hi, my names fisher. I’m genderqueer. I am not a man or a women but I use gendered terms as I see fit. Sometimes I look like what you would think ‘masculine’ is and sometimes more ‘feminine’ and sometimes neither and sometimes both. The expression of my gender identity is perceived in different ways, but it is not masculine or feminine no matter what anyone else thinks about it. Other peoples opinions on my identity and how I chose to live my life don’t matter to me. I am not a combination of a man and a woman, and I am not a gender less being (although some people are and they are in fact cool af). My gender expands beyond the idea of what a man is and what a woman is. It is best described as the endless expanse of thoughts and ideas from the core of the earth to the unknown depths of space and time.
You see how that’s hard to explain to people? You see how you might now understand that at all? You see how that’s probably extremely confusing to most people and doesn’t fit into any categories of gender and identity that most people have been taught?
You see how it’s easier to not tell me to pick between “trans and achillean” and “trans and sapphic” because there’s no way in hell either one of those describes me as a person?
Just. Give me another option because I’m telling you- me as a queergender person- that this isn’t enough. I would accept “other” or “queer” or “beyond your fucking comprehension apparently”. All of those are fine to me. But “who knows?” Me. I know. And I know that you probably don’t, and might never understand, and that’s okay. That’s how I live every single day of my life. I’ve accepted that. But give me the decency of another option. Because then I can at least say something in the tags. You don’t have to understand me, you just have to tolerate my existence. That’s where we are right now. Think about that for a bit.
And as my last thought on this post; don’t ever tell anyone that how they understand their identity is wrong because it doesn’t fit into how you understand the world.
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pineapplerightsideupcake · 1 year ago
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ah, the radfem blogs.
god, I love familiarizing myself with your guys rhetoric. (Or should I say girls??) (are there any male radfems???) (is it like only women??? Because I’m literally a feminist times 7, but idk what’s going on here.)
I try and exist, and my trans moots and friends and you guys just appear out of the wood work and just be so awful for literally no reason.
like, you guys say trans people are all awful. I’m really saddened by that because that’s a VERY big generalization, you’ve met Trans people in real life before?
like wow, that’s actually crazy. I’ve met what 50+? trans people both irl and online, and they have been the sweetest and also the most supportive people I’ve ever known.
just in life and shit.
and I’m a woman, and I don’t understand your ideals.
trans people have been fighting with us in All gay rights things, it’s literally called LGBT.
like, I agree there’s shit tons of absolutely despicable men out there.
and I agree there’s absolutely despicable trans people too, but that’s life??
anyone and everyone can be despicable, and whatever. Evil isn’t limited by race or gender, evil is just evil.
Am I calling you evil??? Fuck no!
but I’m genuinely confused to why you think trans people are invalids.
what’s the reason? You personally were attacked by literally all trans people for something??? Idk (wo)man
Also am I the only person who’s unsettled by women being called females? Because that’s just ew.
we literally have words in not only English but literally every language ever for women. And just why being referred to females better?
it feels so dehumanizing, I’m a woman. Not a female, and trans women are women.
yeah, I know. Pull out the whatever, but also being referred to male is dehumanizing too.
WE LITERALLY HAVE WORDS for it, idk why we all want to go and use dehumanizing language on both sides.
I’m so confused why you think trans people are “holding themselves hostage to have surgery, because they’ll kill themselves” because that is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life, more ridiculous then pigs flying.
who said that, literally I want you to quote more than 20 trans people that have said that. Not radfem blogs, not terf anything.
just actual trans people, and if you can’t find anything! Then great!
“Why are trans suicide rates so high?” Um, do.. do you think transphobia literally doesn’t exist.. literally your contributing to it my guy (girl).
if I can speak to not only 50+ trans people, and none of them literally ever has called me names or anything. I think it’s a skill issue, (translation: you’re doing something wrong.) because like how.
I’ve done DEEP research into trans stuff, for literally like 4+ years.
talked to 50+ trans people and their experiences.
and done deep reflection and also talked with trans people about their relationship with gender and all that.
if I can realize that trans people aren’t crazy. (also, being trans btw is not a delusion. A delusion you’re probably thinking of is more like thinking you’re Elvis when you’re a woman. Or thinking you’re princess Diana when you’re a man. And you fit the criteria of a delusional disorder or something.)
and are just idk existing then what’s the point, I don’t hate you and I never will.
but just why?
also as someone who’s talked to numerous victims of grooming and of other internet predators.
I’ve literally heard of exactly 1-2 trans groomers, and I’m also like 90% sure they were lying and were men trying to groom trans kids.
I’ve been on the web, and in real life my whole life. (Call me chronically online, but this is literally the only place safe from my parents abuse lolzor)
and I just don’t get it.
maybe we live too different lives to compare, but I just don’t get it.
why are trans people so bad in terf’s/radfem’s eyes?
when they are just your neighbors, cooks, artists, architects, coders, doctors, and scientists.
idk 🤷‍♀️
tell me why?
I don’t know what you actually wanted out of this unfocused rant where you accused me of saying a whole bunch of stuff I never said and you just decided I must believe.
I can’t and won’t argue with this make believe person you’ve projected onto me. If you’re actually interested in what I think and why, ask me specific questions.
I can say that I don’t believe every trans person is bad or a groomer. In fact many trans people are perfectly lovely. I think trans people deserve to live their lives free of discrimination and violence and like all people deserve the right to self expression.
Where I disagree with you is how the current trans activism movement is conducting itself, along with concerns about intertwined but broader cultural trends. I believe the current movement is doing more harm than good. To trans people as well as women and the LGB.
If you’re actually interested I’d be happy to explain each and every conclusion I’ve reached and why. But I doubt very much this was a genuine attempt to understand me. It is far more likely this ask was a performance that reinforces your own sense of being “good”. And yet you don’t even have the strength of conviction in these beliefs of yours to attach a name to it. If I really am an evil bigot, you have done nothing brave by sending a long winded anon to someone whose opinions you haven’t even bothered to learn.
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dottie-writes-tmnt · 7 months ago
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Settled In
This is part five of my story A New Kind of Familiar. Tags and other chapters can be found here!
No summary this time we ballin; Ruby gets his own room tho
Ruby woke up to quiet commotion going on around the couch he was sleeping on. Leo, Mikey, Casey Sr., and Donnie were all begging Red for something.
“Raph, cmon, please?”
“You’ve been saying ‘next year’ for the past 3 years!”
“Red, we should all go. It will be a bonding experience for all of us,” Casey said, oddly formal.
“I concur. Unless Ruby’s straight and/or homophobic, in which case it’ll be horrible.”
“Oh, shit. I forgot those exist. But Ruby’s literally Raph from another dimension. Isn’t he queer by default?”
“There’s always a possibility, Leon.”
“ Ouch,” Ruby snarked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “It was already offensive enough when ya said I was straight, but the jump to homophobic was just evil. You guys really need to work on not talkin’ about a guy when he’s in the room with ya, by the way.”
He watched with mild amusement as everyone in the room looked at him in either shock or guilt.
“Anyway, where are you guys tryin’ to convince Red to let ya go?”
In his sleepy haze, it took him awhile to process what he’d heard.
“A pr—“
“Wait a damn minute, Leo’s— you’re all— holy crap, this dimension is so backwards oh my god.”
“Language.”
“You don’t mean to tell me I’m straight in your dimension!?”
“It’s not the end of the world, Leon.”
“You’re not straight all of a sudden?!”
“I’ve known I was gay since I was 6!”
“That’s fuckin’ crazy.”
“Language,” Raph warned, just slightly louder, overlapping once again with the Leonardo ingrained in his mind.
“Ah, right, I haven’t asked any questions about your dimension yet! I have been trying to let you settle in first, but my curiosity is slowly getting the better of me. And what better time to do it than while ‘buying’ more pride things for all of our ever-growing collections?”
“That’s a Donatello way of saying ‘be prepared, bitch, I’m gonna interrogate the fuck outta you’, ain’t it?”
“Third strike, yer out,” Red growled playfully, grabbing Ruby by the top of his shell and lifting him until he dangled in the air.
The turtle swallowed his immediate panic, recalling Raph doing similar things to Leo, Mikey, and Donnie.
“Donnie, you can interrogate ‘im next week. Ruby, ya get air jail for 10 minutes.”
“Haha you got air jail,” Leo taunted, sticking his tongue out at him.
Mikey gasped beside them.
“Guys, we have to go! It’ll be Casey Jr.’s first one, since Raph didn’t let us go last year! Ruby, have you ever been to a pride parade?”
“I’ve been nocturnal for most of my life and spent the rest of it fearing humans for all I’m worth. So no.”
“That’s why your sleep schedule sucks,” the box turtle said like he’d cracked some magic code to the secret of life.
Raph finally sighed.
“Fine, we can go. We’re going shoppin’ today, we’ll go to a parade tomorrow, and we’ll watch old gay movies the next day, and maybe if y’all behave, Raph and Leo’ll make ya some extra clothes, mm?”
The others rejoiced, waking up Casey Jr., who shuffled into the living room and leaned against the doorway, rubbing his eyes to try to wake up. His hair was a mess and he looked like he was back asleep already. Raph set Ruby back on the couch.
“Wha’s hap’nin?” the boy slurred, humming happily when Raph scooped him up and nuzzled the side of his head.
“Mornin’, Casey.”
“Mmmm.”
“I think he’s already asleep again,” Leo murmured.
“No, he’s not.”
The snapper set him down on the couch near Ruby and the teen immediately latched onto him, nuzzling his face into the turtle’s shoulder. He stiffened immediately, eyes going to the teen on him.
“You’re gonna be there awhile,” Donnie informed. 
“Sooo…we call April, Barry, maybe Dad and leave around ten-ish?”
“Yeah, we do need to update Dad’s collection, don’t we?”
That was the craziest shit he’d heard all night. Apparently, during summer, the family was nocturnal.
“Now y’all are just lying to me.”
“About?”
“Splinter is a homophobic conservative. Anything else and you’re lying.”
“Sorry to break it to you, amigo, but Dad is very much a bisexual.”
“You’re lying. Casey drools in his sleep.”
“I know. We’ll get him in a bit.”
“Everybody’s eating before we leave,” Raph growled, glowering at Donnie. Suddenly, music started blaring from Leo’s phone.
“You already know you’re dealing with this shit all month,” the slider said simply as I Like Boys by Todrick Hall played. “Anyway, just lemme know when we’re leaving.”
Donnie rolled his eyes. “Leon, we depart in close to an hour.”
“Yeah, whatever, I’ll see you guys then!”
“He’s going to see Usagi,” Donnie said at the same time Red said “he’s goin’ visit Usagi.”
They both sighed, rolling their eyes.
“Who?”
“You’ll see. Anyway, have fun with Jr.”
“Wait a damn minute!”
“Language.”
“I’m gonna go work on cooking, so we can all actually eat something before we leave.”
“SHELLDON is in need of his routine scrubbing. And I need to continue working on his body.”
“What?”
“SHELLDON is our nephew, only the best little AI in the world,” Mikey chirped. (What.)
“With villain tendencies,” chimed Cassandra, before getting up. “Yeah, I’m gonna get a workout in before we leave.”
“What am I supposed to do about Casey Jr.?”
“Someone’ll swing by to get him or his body clock will wake him up. Good luck. You also look like ya need more sleep,” Raph said, glancing Ruby’s way.
“I can’t fall back asleep once I wake up. Trust me, I’ve got all the sleep I’m gonna get.”
“Alright. I’m gonna watch some Lou Jitsu,” the snapper said simply, turning on the projector and sitting near the couch.
Ruby turned to watch the screen, Casey inhaling deeply, shifting in his sleep as he sighed before he tightened his hold on the turtle and huffed.
“Jr.’s a very clingy sleeper. He lost a lot of people.”
“This’s worse than Chompy,” he muttered, sighing as he rubbed the human’s back. It was a subconscious gesture, his mind drifting to the last time he’d taken a nap with his child.
“Chompy?”
“Turtle alien from the time we went to space.”
“Space?!”
“Yeah. To stop murderous aliens from killing everyone ‘n destroying the planet. Ya know, the usual.”
“That…how old’re you, again?”
“Eh, I dunno anymore. With the whole Dimension X thing, and the whole time travel thing, none of us know how old we are. But I’m the second oldest. I could be anywhere from 15 to fuckin’, what, 17?”
“When did you guys go to space?”
“Well, that was the time travel thing. I think I was 15? We count Leo as being a year older than me, so uh… I think. Why?”
“No reason. Just, y’all were kids.”
“I know. What does that hafta do with anything?”
“Nothin’! It’s great you guys did so much for the world.”
“Yeah, somethin’ like that.”
The two settled to watch the man on the TV scream hot soup and take out enemies courageously.
Some time passed with Ruby watching blurry colors and hearing static instead of the actual movie, the weight on top of him the only thing that kept him from completely being lost. That happened to him a lot.
“—by? Ruby? Hey, Ruby?”
He clocked in enough to hear Red’s voice gain more concern as he still didn’t respond. He couldn’t force noise from his mouth, unsure why he was having such trouble. He grunted, shifting to try to get some life back into himself. Jr. woke immediately, sitting up.
“Raph?”
Mikey.
“It’s time to go,” the box turtle continued, walking over. “Ruby?”
He really wished people would just shut the fuck up and leave him alone.
“Blink if you’re hearing what I’m saying.”
Blink once or blink twice? He didn’t think it mattered, simply blinking anyway.
“Okay. Casey, lay back down.”
The ravenette obeyed without question, one of the turtle’s rumored “Doctor Personas” close to surfacing from the looks of it.
The human drummed nonsense patterns on his shoulder, and Ruby counted each impact for fun. What did they all need, anyway? There had to be a reason they were trying to get a response from him.
“Because it’s time to go shopping like we planned earlier. Of course, we don’t have to if you’re not up for it. We all were going to eat before we leave, though?”
Had he said that out loud?
“Yeah, big guy, ya did. Think you can get up?”
Casey got up again easily, hopping over the back of the couch. The red banded turtle sat up, wishing distantly they’d quit looking at him like that.
“We’ll be in the kitchen.”
He simply nodded. Now he wondered how long he’d been out of it. He shrugged it off in favor of getting his ass up and going to the kitchen. He had shopping to do later.
 
Malls were a lot bigger than he remembered. Leo immediately ran off, screaming about getting a Harry Styles poster. Draxum simply followed everyone to Hot Topic, then going off to buy his own stuff. Ruby stood looking at everything until Casey Jr. mumbled something next to him.
“I’ve never been in one of these stores either. I think we can just get whatever.”
Raph was pondering squishmallows while Cassandra gazed at jackets. Mikey was with Raph and Donnie was looking at pins. The teen beside him nudged him further into the store.
“Just see what you find.”
 
After looking for a while, he did find a nice looking leather jacket that he could modify later. And a few nice looking pins. And if Red caught him staring at a few Hello Kitty plushies and picked them up for him, nobody had to know.
After Leo returned, he shoved a trans pin at everyone.
“Renewing my gender like I do every year,” he drawled, putting it on his sash and brandishing his Harry Styles poster.
Ruby rolled his eyes, and they all went back to the lair. Splinter hadn’t come along but nobody seemed to be even remotely phased. April had been asleep and they didn’t disturb her further. 
“We actually have a surprise for you, Ruby!”
He quirked a brow ridge.
“What if I hated surprises?”
“Well, it’s kinda too late now. Cover your eyes.”
He did so reluctantly, Red guiding him somewhere.
“Open!”
He uncovered his eyes and felt his jaw drop. A subway car, just like the other bedrooms, but the walls were a dark red, and the stool he’d helped Mikey paint was at a desk with sewing supplies.
There was a mattress he recognized pushed into a corner, a bookshelf with books he’d rescued from the scrap yard hanging nearby. There were little bird skulls all over the room, and suddenly everything made sense.
Donnie dragging him into his lab to ask him questions about what shows and movies he liked explained the Corpse Bride poster on the wall, Mikey asking what colors he thought went with which, Leo annoyingly taunting him about the most random things until he could get sewing tips, Red just being Red—
“Holy shit, what the fuck.”
They’d pulled this straight under his beak.
“Do you like it?”
“How did I not notice?”
“Because we’re just that good.”
“That just ain’t true.”
“Soo…?”
“You guys did a nice job.”
“Wooo! He likes it!”
Everyone around him rejoiced and Draxum set a hand on his shoulder.
“This is just how they incorporate others into the family. If you think they were bad before, it only gets worse. I would run while I could, child,” the yokai said, clearly joking.
Mikey’s affronted scoff signed the baron’s death wish.
Distantly, Raph wondered how his brothers were doing. Quietly, he wondered if they cared.
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docholligay · 1 year ago
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Never Have I Ever
This is a short story collection I got as a gift quite awhile ago, and as one might expect it took forever for me to work it into my reading list because I’m just like this and I have 86 things I always want to read. 
Anyway, very glad this wasn’t a commissioned read, as I apparently have managed to lose the book somewhere between my room and pool deck, which is admittedly pretty impressive, even for me. I’m hoping it’s just under something back in the room. 
SO! Non-spoilery: This is a Filipino-American paranormal collection of stories, that leans heavily on the knowledge of FIlipino culture and creature. Like all short story collections, it’s definitely patchy, but comes in with some really beautiful stuff here and there. Yap seems to struggle a little bit with endings occasionally. 
SPOILERY: 
So I can’t actually decide if I liked this or not. Yes? But also no. I saw the pull quote from Tamsyn Muir on the cover and was like, ‘Oh great, when it came down to it, I did not like Gideon the Ninth. Fantastic” BUt there was a lot lot lot more for me in this book than Gideon. 
I CAN tell you that I wish I hadn’t been reading it poolside, because I don’t have a lot of exposure to Filipino culture and go I had to google a LOT for this collection, which I absolutely do not mind doing, I like to learn, but while I’m trying to relax in the hot spring, having to google a bunch of stuff to try and grasp the context of what’s going When I say this book requires a solid footing in Filipino culture, I mean, there are entire lines of dialogue, untranslated, in Filipino. 
It is patchy--A Spell for Foolish Hearts, for example, feels TOTALLY out of place in the collection, which is mostly darker in tone and subject, and then...we have a fluffy gay boy story in San Francisco. The story itself, while not being to my taste, isn’t BAD, just a bit saccharine--okay, a LOT bit saccharine, and it turns out he’s dating the mist of San Francisco and there’s a funky sitcom mixup that leads to a romcom style breakup and gag gag lots of you would LOVE this but it just ain’t for me-- but it feels like a friggin pothole in the interruption of the flow of the collection. The first story, which I can’t remember the name of, was, for me, very “yeah, yeah, the monstrous feminine, we’ve all seen it” and while it’s not terrible, I suppose, it doesn’t break any ground. Many of her stories end hanging, which is fine, but they feel unfinished in a way. There’s not a lot of great drop lines. Sometimes I think Yap gets real tangled up in THE MESSAGE I AM CONVEYING and it takes away from her truly good handle when she allows things to get creepy. 
Now, to stories I loved: 
Have you Heard the one about Anamaria Marquez?: This was a great story that really played into gossip and what it is to be remembered, with a fairly light touch of possession and belief. I loved the way the rumors about Anamaria’s ghost wavered from wildly ridiculous to plausible, in keeping with the ways that all high schools have a ghost and that ghost always has a tragic story. 
Asphalt, River, Mother, Child: This was maybe my favorite story in the whole thing, despite the fact that if someone accused it of being heavy-handed, I wouldn’t disagree. My friend actually said this story reminded her of my writing, which I found insanely flattering. Its about corruption and death and innocence and best intentions, and the exhaustion of compassion, how you can help so little, even if you are a goddess of sorts, but that small but still means something. 
Hurricane Heels: This is a grown up magical girl story! I could have written a variation on this idea, I fucking love it. I don’t even know that I think it’s the most artful story in the collection, but this was the story that made my friend decide to give this to me, and you know what? She’s right. 
How to Swallow the Moon: You see literally every beat of this story coming, if you’ve been around the block once or twice, but it kind of doesn’t matter. The only thing I don’t like about this story is that it’s written in second person, which is not the first time Yap does that. I don’t know if it’s to prove that she can, but there’s nothing about this story that fucking requires it to be in the second person. But, otherwise, it’s a beautiful and lyrical take on the whole ‘princess and handmaid’ type story trope, which really flattens how good I genuinely think the story is. The description in this story is as good as Yap ever gets in the whole collection, and I actually suppose if I had any other mild criticism of this story, which is once again a criticism of the collection itself, is, this story doesn’t fit. I actually think this would go better in a different collection, maybe one with Spell for Foolish Hearts, actually. I think many of y’all would love this one--nicely written stock fantasy beats, gay, happyish ending but not cloying. 
So, yeah, there we are! I guess I would say I DID like it, in general
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rindecisions · 2 years ago
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Stranger Tales: 12
A poll based Stranger Things fanfiction
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“Shit,” Steve hissed when he saw Max walk in with her mother.
“What?” Robin squinted at him and followed his eye line. “Isn’t that one of your kids?”
Steve groaned at them being called ‘his kids’. “Yes,” he sighed.
“What’s the issue?”
“Out of all those knuckleheads, she has to have the loudest mouth.”
“Afraid of people finding out you went to a gay bar?” Robin teased.
“Wait, is this a gay bar?” Steve glanced around in a panic.
Robin laughed. “No dingus, it’s not.”
Steve sighed.
“Steve?!”
He viscerally cringed as Max’s voice carried over to him. “Hi Max,” he groaned as she and her mother sat at the booth behind them. He turned around and nodded to her mother. “Mrs. Hargrove.”
“Hi Steve,” she said with a soft smile.
Max sat with her knees on the booth so she could cross her arms on the back between them. “You have to be one of the last people I would’ve expected to be here.” Her eyes flit to Robin. “Oh, hey Robin!”
“Hi Max,” Robin smiled with a small laugh.
“But it’s not weird for her to be here?” Steve pointed his thumb at Robin.
“No. Robin seems cool. Of course, she’d be here,” she said simply.
“Are you saying I’m not?” Steve retorted in offense. “I’m the definition of cool.”
“Sure,” she laughed. “Whatever you say, hot shot.” She rolled her eyes and sat normally in her seat.
“How about you stop arguing about cool points with a literal child,” Robin suggested patronizingly. “The show’s about to start.”
Shortly after she said that, the lights dimmed.
“You may want to come share a seat with me,” she offered as she scooted over. “Unless you want to break your back looking at the stage.”
Steve turned around to assess his position. This place was obviously not built with the stage in mind. He hopped over beside Robin and waited for the show to start. The music volume picked up momentarily before dropping out entirely, and the curtains parted just enough to allow a large black woman through. She was wearing bright green from head to toe, including her hair. From this distance, he couldn’t get too good of a look, but it looked like she had fairly masculine features. Was that one of the drags that Robin mentioned?
He got his answer when he heard the forced female voice. She… He… They introduced the first act and walked off before a slow love song came on and what Steve could assume was another drag queen came on stage and started singing along with the song. Most of the performers were obviously drag queens, a few were hard to tell, and there were a couple cover bands mixed in as well. For the most part, Steve was entertained. Some of the performances were comical, others were straight-up impressive.
As soon as one of the performers left the stage, the host…ess? returned to introduce the next performance. “This next treat is a little different from what we’ve offered so far, and this is her first time, so be kind,” they spoke suggestively. “Give it up for Nat Twenty, bringing you Ch- Ch- Ch- Ch- Ch- Cherry Bomb!” All the lights dimmed out and the curtains fully closed in front of the host as the crowd clapped. Heavy guitar and drums kicked in. A fog started billowing out from under the curtains and pouring over the edge of the stage. He was confused when the singing started but the curtain stayed closed.
“Can’t stay at home, can’t stay at school.”
A loud strike of the guitar made Steve jump, and a spotlight hit the center of the curtain.
“Old folks say ya poor little fool.”
A second guitar strike was accompanied by a second spotlight from the other direction, both connecting at the same point.
“Down the street, I’m the girl next door.”
With a third guitar strike, the curtains whipped open. The fog was much denser behind the curtain and the spotlights completely whited out whoever was within it.
“I’m the fox you’ve been waiting for!”
By the time those lyrics had been completed, the fog had mostly dissipated, and Steve’s jaw literally dropped when he saw the woman on stage.
“Is that?” Robin squinted at the stage, watching the impressively disguised queen walk out of the fog and up to the microphone as they lip-synched to the chorus. This was far from her first time here, and she could recognize that guitar anywhere.
Steve whipped his head to Robin. “Do you know her?”
“Her?” She was baffled that Steve still thought some of the people on stage were women. Out of everyone that’s been on stage, maybe one of the cover bands had an actual female in the group, but otherwise, it’s just been drag queens.
“Yeah,” Steve pressed, looking back at the stage, watching her dark red lips nearly make out with the microphone as she riffed on her matching guitar. “She’s fucking hot!”
Robin pursed a smirk and could swear she heard Max snort. She was so torn between telling him the truth or letting him continue thinking Eddie was a woman.
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darthkieduss · 2 years ago
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A Request of Generation Z from a Millennial Activist.
(If you know Lance Henriksen, please read this in his voice in your head. Best voice actor I’ve ever heard.)
This July 5, 2023, I will leave my twenties and enter my “Dirty Thirties” as my wife calls it.
As time goes on and I grow older, I have a message for the Generation Z. But not just a message, I will also have a request for them. For any “Zoomer” reading this, before I go on, please know this isn’t condescending or looking down on you. This is from one older comrade to the younger comrades. And I personally couldn’t be more proud of your generation TBH.
As 80s millennials enter their 40s and us 90s millennials enter our 30s, just know that unlike the generations that came before, most of us will NEVER forget who we are. We will always remember what it was like to be young. To be thrust into a world that was rigged against us. To crush on a girl in class that you had NO chance with. The senior home coming dance. Getting your driver’s license. Getting your first job. you know. But We also remember telling our parents thing they DIDN’T want to hear. Like coming out as gay or trans. Or not Christian anymore. Or coming out as a Socialist Catholic in my case. Yeah, my parents DID NOT like that. Point is we will always be young at heart. 
We are comrades united because we are fighting for the same cause. The fight you’re fighting now is the same one we stood for when we were teens and you were kids exploring Minecraft. (am I hip yet?) I remember going to pride parades as a straight ally at 21 in the months before Oberefell v. Hodges legalized same sex marriage in 2015. Though I couldn’t vote in 2008 (I was 15), we millennials made the huge turnout to elect the first black man into the White House. I remember getting tear gassed as an “old” 26 year old during the BLM protests.
Let me say as a millennial I am so proud of your generation, Zoomers. You’ve stepped to the mantle when called. In some cases, you’ve outshined us. That’s why I’m asking you, not to revere us millennials, but simply to remember us. Not because we were in the fight first, but because we’ve been in this fight so long and we’re just getting fucking started lol. Remember that unlike us when we were younger, you are not alone. We millennials were alone because we were the first to recognize the rot in the system made by the previous generations, especially the Boomers. But now y’all are coming of age and taking up the fight for our futures. You swell our ranks and I can’t thank you enough. One day as time goes on, we will take this country back. TOGETHER.
We stand with you.
The war against the system is not yet over. It’s only just begun. So as President Kennedy said in his inaugural address, “Let Us Begin.” But we’ve made some victories from 2008 to last years 22 midterms.
In 2020, Millennials and Gen Z united to kick Donald Trump out of the White House.
In 2019, millennials entered Congress for the first time. We Georgians elected the First Millennial to the United States Senate (Jon Ossoff) in 2020-21. And now Maxwell Frost has the honor of the being the first Gen Z in Congress in 2022.
We’ve suffered many losses, but we won the last two elections. These victories belong to each of us. Every man, women and child. Every person in every state.
Now as we take our first steps toward restoring what we lost, we must remember what it took to win. These weren’t victories by a single party, a single voting bloc or a even by a single generation. If this war has taught us anything, it is that we are at our strongest when we work together. And if we could put down our grievances to defeat something as evil as Donald Trump, imagine what we can achieve now that he is defeated. It will take time, but we can rebuild everything that was destroyed. Our homes. Our lives. Our economy and country. All of this and more.
Together we can build a future greater than any one of us could imagine. A future paid for by the sacrifices of those who fought, bled and even died alongside us. A future that many will never see.
And while we still have many challenges ahead of us, We can face them Together. And we will honor those who fell to give us that future.
That’s why I’m asking Gen Z as you come of age and take power, remember us. For we were your age once and one day you will were we are now. And one day, the Generation Alpha that my four nephews belong to will succeed you. For inspiration, look to yourself and your millennial brothers and sisters beside you.
We stand with you so stand with us.
Sincerely, a 1993 Millennial.
PS: please stop eating tide pods. at least cinnamon is meant to be eaten. JFC
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sharonisthebettercarter · 2 years ago
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what the fuck. wutthefuk. and also. whut teh fek. y’know, this isn’t what i had in mind when i pictured nonsensical but i’m pretty sure it qualifies, so what fuck guess i’ll post it. valid on that last bit. i should really write that fan fic. full disclosure, distracted by homelander in all the wrong ways. HARD on agree on magneto having the hots for charles tho~<3<3<3
To @drbat, oh you damn Rogneto spammer, don’t think I’ve don’t know you’re the one sending those anti-Gambit confessions. I know for a fact you’ve never seen Totally Spies, so don’t you play the “nobody says that about her“ card. if you look on Twitter, most everyone says she’s an evil monster. Most of the fandom has that opinion. like that one confession saying she’s an asshole, and that couple of confession saying both she and Azula are narcissists (which I did not write, azula’s just psycho anyway). 
Only one? Look at the meangirlsshowdown tumblr blog, and how every poll with that Totally Spies character has supporters cheering her name in the reblogs. They helped her win against Butthead for crying out loud! I heard there’s a site called “Totally Spies Underground” that used to have huge content for her such as fanart (I never been there unfortunately and i heard it sucks now).
Accept the fact that Magneto and Rogue was never going to pan out, besides he’s gay, he clearly has the hots for Charles Xavier. Gambit is a sweet sweet soul and your ship never worked. Those supposed “bad“ things Gambir did were just writers not fully grasping his character. Gambit is also way way way more of a good supportive of Rogue as opposed to her mom Mystique. Haven’t you read Scott Lobdell’s (and every most others) comics which depicted her as heartlessly throwing her son down a cliff and her being a general a-hole. Look at the X-Men Black issue; where she pinned the deaths of poisioning on a little child. That is the true Mystique. Not those lame ass comics which try to say “Oh shes actually a good.” Jeese read Jason Aaron’s Get Mystique and tell me she’s really good. 
The whole thing about her and Rogue is that she’s an abuser who disrespects her daughters wishes. Gambit does not. He does respect her wishes. Like how he knew she wouldn’t sacrifice a baby’s life. 
TLDR; Rogue x Gambir >> Rogue x Magneto, also look at Sokkastyle’s metas on Azula, that blog gets it
(and as for you Sharon blog… where’s my Gorilla Grodd x Superman fanfic) 
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