#yay!!!!!! homophobia!!!!!

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The Quidditch Pitch

Nov. 27th - 491 words - @wolfstarmicrofic

Gryffindor just needed to catch the snitch.

They were tied with Ravenclaw in points, so whoever got the snitch first would win.

Remus didn’t care for Quidditch, but one of the downsides of having two roommates who are on the team is that you hear about it constantly (especially with one of those roommates being your boyfriend- then you really never stop hearing about it).

It was the final match, and the winner would win the Inner house Quidditch cup, so Remus had come down to the pitch to support Sirius and James.

Peter was commentating on the game, which had always been one of his dreams, and Remus thought he was doing a good job, but he did seem to have a lot of bias (he kept calling for James or Sirius to watch out, almost getting the microphone taken away every time).

Remus was sitting alone from everybody else, they were all too loud right now and he couldn’t break his concentration- he knew how much this game meant to James and Sirius and how sad they’d be if they lost, which was probably why they were playing harder then Remus had ever seen them. James was practically a blur, and Sirius was hitting bludgers with such ferocity Remus was surprised that they didn’t break on impact.

“Potter grabs the quaffle thanks to McKinnon- nice one James- throws it to Thomas- Thomas misses- OH, OH, SEEKERS DIVING FOR THE SNITCH!” Peter shrieks, as Remus quickly snaps his eyes down to the seekers, neck in neck, both diving for a gold little ball. Looking back up to Sirius, Remus saw him hit a bludger, and in almost slow motion, the bludger slid past the Gryffindor seeker and hit the Ravenclaw one, causing the Gryffindor player to lurch forward and grab onto the snitch.

Immediately, the Gryffindors roared, and Remus jumped to his feet, quickly walking down to the pitch, a smile growing on his face at every step.

Once his feet touched the grass, he’d only gotten a few steps before something hurdled at him, almost throwing him backward. Sirius was in his arms, smiling wider than Remus had seen him in a while.

“WE WON!!!” He exclaimed excitedly, his arms still around Remus’s neck. Remus just looked down on him happily before tightening their embrace.

“You did amazing love.” Remus told him, burying his face in Sirius’s hair, but trying to make it look platonic to outsiders.

“I can’t believe we won! Did you see that last move Moony? I just saw them so close together and Marlene hit a bludger to me for me to hit and then I just- hit it! And we won!!” Sirius beamed at him. Remus laughed and subtly kissed Sirius’s head

“I really need to snog you right now.” Remus whispered in his ear. Sirius turned beetroot red and without another word pulled Remus below the stands and kissed him.

Life was good.

[lllbarker]

[take-a-cchonce]

Be My Valentine - 4

With Your Hand In Mine

(G) 900 words

WW2 AU Soldier!Louis Tomlinson x Doctor!Harry Styles (2/3)

Tw implied time period accurate homophobia

“You have got to stop fiddlin’ wit’ those,” Niall snapped, swatting his hand away from the posy of lavenders in his breast pocket. 

“They’re wonky,” Louis frowned. 

“I’m sure those flowers’ll be the last thing on Harry’s mind right now.”

OR

Louis is about to marry Harry. And he simply can't wait.

A/N: Part 2 of the ww2 AU! idk why but i love this sm. If stuff falls into place (read: my schedule allows) I might make them a recurring thing!)

Title from Louis' 'We Made It'

Louis stood in front of his mirror, anxiously smoothing down the lapels of his jacket, He glanced out of the window, eyes roving over the expanse of green. If he squinted, he could just make out the spot by the thicket of pine.

The spot where they were going to get married. He felt his stomach twist with excitement, but all of it was tinged with an irrational fear of someone somehow finding out. He was loath to accept the fact that he could never acknowledge the union, let alone dream of actually being somewhere with him, out. 

But they didn’t need a piece of paper from the city hall or the church. 

They were in love. And all the people that mattered to them knew and supported them. What more could Louis ask for?

Louis stood at the top of the staircase with Niall, going over his vows one last time. They had written their own, and he absolutely did not want to forget a word. 

Niall was a good lad. He had met him when he had been to Ireland on a hunting trip with some cousins of his that he never wanted to go to in the first place. Looking back now, he was grateful he did. 

He had met Niall at the pub, and they had fallen into an easy conversation. When Louis had mentioned a vacancy at the local newspaper one of his friends owned, Niall had jumped at the chance. He had moved to London shortly after, renting out a place close to him and Louis couldn’t have been more glad for the company.

He was one of the first people who wasn’t family whom they had trusted with his and Harry’s relationship. He had contacts with the local police for his work, and while Harry had been hesitant, it was a risk Louis had been willing to take. He had grown to trust Niall completely.

Niall had taken a bit of time to get used to it, to accept it (it had been an intense few days, Louis nearly jumping out of his skin whenever someone knocked at his door). Still, he had come around fully, even putting forward ideas for an underground newsletter he could help write for. 

“You have got to stop fiddlin’ wit’ those,” Niall snapped, swatting his hand away from the posy of lavenders in his breast pocket. 

“They’re wonky,” Louis frowned. 

“I’m sure those flowers’ll be the last thing on Harry’s mind right now.” Niall pursed his lips, cracking a small smile when Louis nodded back, “Okay now, one last time, then we’ll head out,”

Louis rushed across the lawn, skirting puddles formed by the rain overnight. The sky was a clear and dazzling blue now, though, and Louis hoped it would stay that way. 

He rushed to hug his sisters, who were setting up the chairs. All of them expressed their excitement for Harry and him, and he knew he was lucky to have a family like this, all of it, and felt tears welling up. He had to hold back from breaking down completely, feeling like iron bands were tightening around his chest when they brought up their mum.

He missed her terribly. He still remembered the day he had told her about Harry when she was proposing his debut into London society. Much like the rest of the people they had told, she had been quick at putting aside her initial prejudices, accepting and supporting him, even going as far as to make them all skip sermon where the preacher was to talk about the fate that met the ‘homosexuals’ despite her receiving flak for it from the neighbours afterward.

All the memories came flooding back, making the moment bittersweet. He regretted that she wasn’t here, that she couldn’t give them her blessing, but Louis was grateful she had gotten to meet Harry and had grown to love him. He had to hold on to the good times, that’s what she would have wanted.

He gently drew away, going to greet the rest of the lads, thanking them effusively for their help. It was by no means an official ceremony, but they could still get in trouble if word was to somehow get out. All of them were putting themselves at risk just being there, and Louis was once again hit by a wave of gratitude.

They had debated about wheeling about the piano from the parlor, Harry refusing point blank to attract any unnecessary attention, even though the estate spanned more area than any neighbor’s ears possibly could.

He was regretting giving in to Harry right now. Watching him walk down the row between the chairs, the small handful of guests smiling at him, arm interlinked with Anne’s. He would have given anything to have Mendelssohn’s notes floating up as he took Harry’s hand, smiling at Anne. 

He took in the lavenders tucked into his breast pocket, mirroring his own, wanting to say something but feeling like the words were stuck in his throat. He truly was speechless. 

His smile widened as Niall came forward with the open ring boxes, metal glinting in the sunlight. 

Harry was going to be his husband.

Louis really couldn’t ask for anything more.

A/N: Reblogs are always appreciated 💕

[cightnourt]

"And I thought I disappointed my father."

Night Court - S02E10

[cookie-nom-nom]

thanksgiving more like ripping out the gay pages of my drawing journal so that when the privacy of my one refuge from conservative politics is inevitably violated I won’t be kicked out of the family and lose any ability to pay for college

[daily-whistlepaw]

daily whistlepaw until ah becomes PoV day 1167

I think I finally understand how people feel when around a crush, can't say I enjoy it

[gaylittleguys]

the werewolf design in cursed rules but the movie is kind of a slog ugh

[cookiehau]

my guides info sheet : )

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Anyone else relate to Mike Wheeler because you have/had internalized homophobia and forced yourself to get a girlfriend early on in life because oh no how dare I like boys?

Like yes Mike is an idiot, but I also relate to him so much because 1. internalized homophobia and 2. bad at social cues

Like I want Mike to just be better, but at the same time I want him to go at his own pace. He needs to work things out with himself slowly. That's what I needed (and what I'm still working on)

Mike, I wish you best of luck in your journey

And for any of you out there who might be struggling with identity, I wish you the best of luck on your journey. Finding a community really helps with negative feelings, whether it be online or in person. Just make sure you find the right people.

Stay safe and have a good day :)

[inkybinkyboink]

more barrel headcanons because hail malthus im calling this character work

barrel was born to a poor mom

rich dad

mom asked dad to take care of the kid

dad was like ugh fine

sends barrel off to private school

so like

best of both worlds

barrel knows how to write a persuasive essay but also how to roll a cigarette from scratch with nothing but a piece of paper and loose tobacco

in another universe that man would fuck up a drag bar so hard

owns an overweight chihuahua

is probably called like daisy or something but he 100% calls her princess

big fan of annie the musical

drink of choice is bourbon

doesnt ever give out coins to the poor, not because he doesnt want to but because theres still a very fundamental part of him that is stuck in habits that formed when he was still poor

he has the money now to be stable in a very unstable society, but he's still worried that it might not be there the next day

i think barrel's the type of person to have been really extroverted at boarding school, but mainly for self-gain purposes (alcohol, good grades, social standing), but then

after he's outed (i really think he would have been), he draws himself inward and becomes really really introverted

then he graduates, starts working for cladwell, gets outed again, gets demoted to being a cop

draws himself even more inward

barrel is the kind of person to say "being gay is the worst thing that ever happened to me"

it makes him lose a great sense of trust in those around him and i think definitely justifies (in barrel's head) why he does the things he does

anyways

big fan of hot chocolate

hardcore napper. would win the napping olympics

makes a mean pizza

that's all i got dudes peace out its nap time again

[thatonegaybrit]

; homophobia is horrifying but on good days I'll admit it was kinda funny watching my mother audibly gulp and like. look in pain as she says " and of course if or uh in certain circumstance you may uh want to yk uh women hah. You may get with no uh date maybe marry uh female uh haha. Um. " like ma'am I js said the feminine person over there was pretty. I didn't need a lecture on marriage. Don't you worry about that.

[myopicry]

(love that this blog is essentially me rambling and complaining in a very first world problem way but hey, isn't that what tumblr is for?)

self-flagellating self awareness aside, I do think it's very funny that when I realized I did not want to have sex with men and was not actually very attracted to men at all, I immediately attached myself to asexuality as a label since based on my experiences (which had been exclusively with men) I felt so sexually and romantically dissatisfied and ended up pretty sex-averse because of it, and I just felt so awkward and unnatural with the whole process of dating that I decided I was definitely aromantic and asexual because I probably felt that way towards everyone! yeah that makes total sense!

because there was no way I'd ever want to date a woman, that'd be way too subversive and totally didn't match my personality at all, and since I'm uncomfortable with porn and the way sex is portrayed in most media, I probably wouldn't want to actually sleep with a woman (even if I have fantasized about it and would be happy to participate if the opportunity naturally arose in some way...) and man, wouldn't a future with a woman be so unattainable even if I wanted it, since I won't come out to my parents about anything because that notion terrified me? and hmm, I am obsessed with male attention, which probably has nothing to do with internalized misogyny and my lack of social development as a child. also, I'm definitely not a girl so I can't even be gay like that, and I'm not really interested in sex with trans women** so that's probably not very lesbian of me-

sooooo turns out repression and internalized homophobia goes a long fucking way lmao

living in a male-centered world truly messes with your brain like nothing else.* I was somehow convinced that just because I wasn't attracted to men, it meant I would never feel love ever in my life because what else is there? actually being able to truly put men out of my mind and life recently has made some things a lot easier. I used to not be able to picture a future version of myself and the life I could lead, which I once thought was wholly due to a "gender thing", but now, being able to conceptualize a life full of love and romance exclusively with women suddenly clears a lot of the mental fog up, and I find myself being able to actually want something in the future. I want to find love with a woman, I want a girlfriend, I want a wife. I want to build a life with her.

I still have a lot of growing to do as a person, obviously. turns out building a self-esteem actually takes... effort! crazy, I know. but now I can move forward with an assured mindset where I don't have to pretend like the concept of love is stupid just because I don't understand it (yeah. I did think that for a bit... along with wanting a qpr... which. well. I have a lot of thoughts about internet asexual culture that are far too jumbled at this point to be any kind of meaningful blog post so maybe some other time lol) because I finally have some kind of life full of love to look forward to.

*I'm sure the internet didn't help much with this either. my generation does love simplifying every lived experience down to aesthetics since social media has made us so damn obsessed with personal branding and the like, and the wlw/soft sapphic culture and aesthetic I saw a lot of in these internet spaces really didn't work for me as I'm not really into such feminine rituals or makeup and dress-up aesthetics. kinda bleak that for a generation and culture that promotes diversity, we love boiling things down to easy stereotypes and consumerist tropes instead of embracing real lived experiences... **aside from the obvious, in reflection I think my lack of attraction here also majorly falls on the fact that a lot of trans women adopt a hyper feminine image to pass and as described above I think my type and interests just naturally leans away from makeup products and "dolling yourself up" so it wouldn't really work out based on what patterns I notice in the presentation of trans women

[wrenwinchester]

Listen, I grew up a nondenominational Christian (love my home church, still Christian.) and at the ripe old age of 10 years old as Minnesota was approaching the vote to legalize gay marriage or not, I was overhearing conversations involving my mom and other adults in the church/at my also nondenominational Christian private school where my mom taught, and I figured that if the issue was with the fact that it was two woman and two men marrying instead of a guy and a girl, why couldn’t one of them just become the opposite gender?

Now obviously I was ten and had very little understanding of the LGBTQ+ community, and while I was aware that trans people were a thing, but not really anything else about it. (I was sheltered partly because I had two brothers who threw fits if they didn’t get something they wanted and I have the urge to make everything easy for my parents (my mom specifically) so I didn’t fight or argue if I could avoid it, and I just didn’t see the intrigue of online spaces when I had physical books and the outdoors.)

Keep in mind, I didn’t (and still don’t) have any qualms with the people in the LGBTQIA+ community and I am in fact a part of it, (asexual/aromantic as umbrella terms) but I think it’s funny that at 10 years old I “solved” homophobia by endorsing trans people.

Sadly I never actually said it out loud (see: I try to make things easier on other people so I don’t ask questions.) so I don’t have my parents’/mother’s response to this thought process. Though I do know that it would probably be very negative and transphobic/homophobic.

[lazyobject]

I made a bet with someone IRL about Byler happening in St season 5 and basically I'll be getting a lot of free ice cream 😁😁😁

I'm capitalistically feeding on heteronormativity and homophobia who's doing it like me (⁠ ͝⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ͡⁠°⁠)⁠ᕤ

[the-casbah-way]

just experienced the most intense and genuine gender euphoria of my life girlies

[definitely-not-an-alb]

Parts for my gaymer pc are finally ordered by the way. Buff devil lady here I come (sometime in the next 3-6 business weeks).