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

[tsukis-marauders-microfics]

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.

[chibishortdeath]

Genuinely debating just deleting all my accounts and starting new doing something else because I am miserable. The Castlevania fandom is the worst fandom I’ve ever been in my whole life.

Vent under a cut. Read the warnings in the tags.

First time I started being a fan of it I was a young teenager. At the time I was heavily suicidal, playing SotN is what got me distracted enough not to do it. Started out with Instagram because that’s where I heard most people went to start an art portfolio and do commissions.

First few months of being a fan of the series the hashtags were frozen due to the election happening, so I, a suicidal teenager, was immediately subjected to graphic gore porn of my favorite character (Simon) who I turned to looking up for comfort that was stuck there until the hashtags were unfrozen. For months I could not turn to my source of comfort without seeing that, and turned to dissociating even worse than I already was instead. That was the first red flag.

After this I had some sincerely good experiences with some live streams. Genuinely nice people doing cosplay and gaming. But there was one person I watched who did not end up as good as everyone else. This person followed me, liked my outfit stories, talked to me in chat. I was still in high school. Not gonna go into details for anonymity’s sake, but long story short I got groomed. And at around the same time I had made another “friend” in the fandom who turned out to be homophobic and would take out all their problems on me, a teen, while they were a grown ass adult. Instagram continued to get worse. Found out someone I was close to made some racist rant behind my back. Found out another was a MAP. So on and so forth. And the worst part is how many people I knew who were close friends with these people, people who would not have believed me if I’d told them. Especially since some of them were more popular than I.

So I gave up on Insta, stopped posting, stopped talking, and I got a discord. Which started out fine! Found a small server of nice fans, made good friendships I still have. I had Reddit for a short amount of time and found out how dogshit it is when a smaller server I thought was cool started bullying a small artist for drawing gay fanart. I use it purely for game dev and vocaloid help questions now. Eventually I got the courage to come here, to tumblr. Months into that move I run into CP. And then several TERFs. And then a necrophile in the main tags. And then misogyny. And then racism. And then defending CP. Then a surge of transphobia. And then I get shit for getting the courage to call out CP. I try to go to YouTube to find content and escape— run into out in the open slurs and people bluntly claiming albino people aren’t human in comment sections about Juste. I try to watch videos and see the art of my groomer being used everywhere. I am constantly reminded that I am outnumbered.

I go back to discord. The main mod of it ends up interacting creepily with minors and is transphobic to my friends. Whole server blows up. Large amount of people take the mod’s side and blacklist us from a large amount of servers, gossiping about everyone involved to completely unrelated people while not telling the whole truth, all while being horrifically transphobic about a friend. Someone else in the server turns out to be an abusive piece of shit. I don’t even try making a twitter because it’s a hellhole anyway, and someone I’d know about from most other platforms I’d been on harassed a friend of mine on there. Not to mention the transphobic roleplay account that’s still around somehow.

I swear I have to block a new person in this fandom every. single. day. I swear some bullshit happens in this fandom every. single. day.

I want to draw a vampire hunter and not be absolutely thoroughly terrified that I am going to run into more vile shit and dangerous situations if I talk to anyone. I want to draw a vampire hunter and not be deeply afraid of meeting new people in this fandom. I want to draw a vampire hunter and not have my paranoia confirmed every day. I want to draw a vampire hunter and find comfort in doing so again.

Is that too much to ask.

[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 : )

[caruliaa]

the internalized lesbaphobia is going crazyyyy

[eddiediazenjoyer]

just thought of a world where eddies canon queer arc is just him realizing he’s gay and then finding joy or whatever . and that’s it. started snoring just thinking about it

[saucerfulofsins]

Hey quick question: how do people define internalized homophobia?

This is a serious question, actually. I keep seeing ppl "accuse" other ppl of it in fandom and how it is projection/not correct/fetishising/whatever else.

And yeah, I am absolutely sure there are ppl out there with rancid takes!

But also. It has me thinking because to me, the meaning of internalized homophobia is a lot more difficult to pin down and define than just being "hates themselves specifically for being gay" (even if that isn't how they feel about others)?

To me, when I use the tag (which I do), it is about "this person struggles with redefining themselves as (confirmed) queer in a society that assumes them to be straight/after having assumed themselves to be straight for their entire life until that moment."

And like. Idk what inspires these posts I am seeing. I either don't see them (very possible), or I am part of the target audience. I don't know.

I just wonder whether part of my personal feelings ("okay so my comfort headcanons based on my lived experience are now fetishist projection, cool") may be at least partially a consequence of different definitions of the concept.

[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.

[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