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unclewaynemunson · 2 years

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Okay so we all know that Steve is super physically affectionate when he's in love right?

Imagine when he and Eddie start dating, he wants to touch Eddie literally all the time, like, he just NEEDS to hold his hand or touch his shoulder or have an arm around him at all times. Just basically any kind of connection, to be sure that he's real and he's alive and he's there and he's Steve's. But. This is his first time dating a guy. And he's so used to being able to touch whichever girl he'd be taking out basically wherever and whenever he wanted. He didn't even think twice about it, it was something natural for him. It isn't until Eddie that he realizes how he took that for granted and it makes his blood boil that he can't touch Eddie like that in public. Eddie, never having dated girls, is much calmer about it. Being able to touch Steve in the safety of his uncle's trailer is already way more than he could ever have dreamed of. But Steve gets fucking jealous every time he sees some straight couple all over each other in public, or even merely holding hands while walking down the street. They try to find some creative workarounds, like going on double dates with Nancy and Robin so Steve can hold Robin's hand and pretend it's Eddie's, but that just leaves him more frustrated because it isn't Eddie's and why can't he just hold his boyfriend's fucking hand, why do people even care about that, who the hell are they hurting by showing affection to each other?

Eddie sees how much Steve hates to hide his love, and it terrifies him. What if he’ll stop being enough at some point? What if Steve will swap him for some girl he’ll be able to touch in ways he’ll never be able to touch Eddie?

Steve notices that Eddie’s worried about something, and Eddie doesn’t wanna tell him, but when Steve keeps pressing him on, he kinda has to. And Steve is horrified. Like, this hurts him more than that time with Nancy in the bathroom at Tina’s stupid Halloween party. How could Eddie even suggest something like that? How dare he put so little trust in their relationship?

It’s rural Indiana in the 80′s so the word “biphobia” isn’t exactly part of Steve’s vocabulary yet, but he doesn’t need any fancy words to know how unfair Eddie’s fears are; the sick feeling in his stomach and the tears burning behind his eyes tell him enough. It culminates into the biggest fight they ever had, until they’re standing in the middle of the Munsons’ trailer, screaming at each other at the top of their lungs.

“Jesus, Steve, how the hell am I supposed to just trust that I’ll be enough for you, when we can’t even hold hands in public and you keep getting all upset about it?!”

“Because I’m telling you! What’s the worth of our relationship if you can’t even trust my words?!”

“You’re telling me now, but what about a few months from now, or even years, huh?”

(pt2 here)

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #fruity ficlet #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things

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void-wolfie · 11 months

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family ties

summary: you decide it's finally come out to your parents.

pairing: Jenna Ortega x fem!Reader

tw: homophobia/biphobia, angst

words: 2.26k

a/n: it's my birthday, yay! here is a slightly birthday-themed post. this one hits me a bit hard but mostly because it largely stems from my own insecurities. anyways, y'all love your angst, so I figured I would supply.

*I am not paying for y'alls therapy, reader discretion is advised

You sat in your car outside the small two-story house. Its brown walls and open windows seemed to mock you, tall and daunting. Of course, it wasn’t the house that set your nerves on edge, your anxiety growing the longer you sat, it was what lay inside. Your parents.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jenna asked, watching you worriedly from the passenger seat.

No. You didn’t want to do this. You’d rather go back home and binge-watch TV with Jenna for the rest of the night. But what would life be if not for making hard choices?

“Not really. But I need to.” You grimaced, thinking about what horrors the night might bring.

“I’ll be right here the whole time,” Jenna interlocked your fingers with hers, doing her best to reassure you.

“Thank you, baby,” You brought her hand to your lips, kissing the back of her knuckles.

You knocked on the front door, pushing it open without waiting for anyone to answer it. It was your childhood home after all, and you knew your parents wouldn’t mind.

“Mom? Dad?” You stepped into the hallway, Jenna following just behind you.

“y/n?” Your mom appeared from around the corner, your dad just a few steps behind her.

“How are you, baby?” She held out her arms for a hug, which you fell into.

“I’m alright,”

“Good! Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, Mom,”

She finally let you go, her eyes catching Jenna standing just over your shoulder. “Jenna, darling, so good to see you again!”

You let the two of them do their thing while you greeted your dad.

He pulled you in for a hug, patting you on the back, "Happy birthday, kiddo,"

"Thanks, Dad,"

Your dad was more on the quiet side, unlike your mom who was very much a social butterfly. He was usually the more relaxed one, which you often found comfort in.

The sound of conversation mixed with that of clinking silverware. Dinner had been served and everyone was catching up. Your parents were currently talking off your girlfriend’s ear, interrogating her on her up-and-coming projects.

But you weren't paying them any attention. Your eyes were dead set on the table, lost in your own world of thoughts. Would they be mad? Disappointed? Upset? Of course, they would be upset, this was going against everything they believed in... Would they call you names, or just shun you altogether? Would they throw you out? Cut you off? Not that you relied on them much anymore financially, but still, they were your parents...

"Earth to y/n, hello?" Your name being called brought you back from your spiraling thoughts. You looked up to find everyone looking in your direction. Jenna was shooting you a worried look, her hand intertwining with yours underneath the table.

"Oh, sorry," you apologized, hoping to brush off the awkwardness that clung to the air.

"Where'd you go, kiddo? We lost ya there for a second," your dad said with a chuckle, taking another bite of his food.

"Just thinking," you squeezed Jenna's hand, hoping your parents wouldn't notice how anxious you were. Your knee was bouncing up and down under the table, you nearly felt sick from all the worrying.

"Thinking about what?" Your mom asked.

Of course, she wanted to know. Ever so the nosy one, always needing to be in everyone's business.

"Um," should you tell them now? You looked at Jenna, wishing you could read her mind and know what she was thinking, but she only looked at you with that same curious glance.

Fuck it. What do you have to lose... besides everything... "Actually, I- um. There's something I want to tell you both..."

You could practically feel the blood pumping through your veins, your hands shaking violently under the table. Your heart felt like it might burst from how fast it was beating. It's now or never...

"Okay?" Your parents exchanged curious glances, the two of them wondering what could possibly be so important to have you acting so oddly.

Fuck. Where to start? What to say? Your mind was reeling. Everything felt like it was too much. But you had to do this, you couldn't avoid it forever.

You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm your nerves, but that didn't stop the words from rushing out of your mouth, "Jenna and I are dating. We've been in a relationship for two years now."

The room was dead silent. The only noise coming from the rain outside and the air conditioner quietly whirring in the background.

Both you and Jenna were eyeing your parents, waiting for some kind of reaction.

"What?"

Both your parents wore blank expressions. You almost wished they weren't, that they'd have some kind of emotion on their face, that way you could tell if they were upset or not. But a blank face was debatably better than an angry one.

"I'm dating Jenna." You said it again, not nearly as fast this time and with a little more confidence.

More silence. It hung in the air like a thick smog, suffocating you as it squeezed the breath from your lungs. The longer you had to wait the less you could sit still, nearly shaking in your chair out of anticipation.

"Is this a joke?" Your mom’s voice held a dangerous tone, one you'd learned meant trouble over the years.

"No." You made sure to keep your voice flat, hiding how you truly felt inside.

You knew what was coming. Despite your hopes that they might actually care, that they might actually love you, you knew the truth. Your parents would never accept someone like you as their daughter. You would've been better off if you'd told them you were a murderer.

"Get out." Your mother refused to meet your eyes, staring down at her plate instead. She had said it quietly and calmly, but you could see past that cool exterior, you could see the storm raging inside. She was furious.

"What?" Jenna spoke up, looking between your mother and father.

She couldn’t believe it. Your parents had always been so welcoming, so warm to her. You had always acted like such a happy family, and she was just going to kick you out?

Your mom’s eyes snapped up, glaring daggers at Jenna, "I said. Get. Out."

You could feel the tension in the air, thick as it filled up the room. Time to go.

"Come on, Jenna." You stood up, hoping you could pull Jenna from the house before things got too ugly, "If they don't love me for me, that's fine."

You noticed your father wince at the comment, his gaze dropping to the ground. Part of you wondered if he shared your mother's beliefs, if he hated you as well. He has always been the more levelheaded one, maybe there was hope for him.

"No." Jenna stood up, her eyes were still trained on your mother with a fury like you'd never seen before.

"Jenna, don't." You tried to stop her, but you could tell from the determined look on her face she didn't care.

"Are you really that shallow? You'll shun your daughter completely, all because of who she loves?"

"I'll not have a daughter who's a-"

"Who's a what? Say it," Jenna was challenging her now, daring her to say that forbidden word.

"You're a disgrace, you know that?" Your moms’ eyes darted over to you, "It's a sin and you're going to hell."

You scoffed, trying to act strong despite the tears in your eyes and the ache in your chest, "that’s fine, as long as I don't have to hear your bigoted comments for the rest of eternity."

Your mom shot up from the table, her chair sliding backward across the tile. Despite the look of rage, her eyes were watering as well, "How could you do this to me? To us?!"

"Do this to you...? Do you really think I started dating her because I wanted to hurt you?" Your vision was blurred from the tears silently streaming down your face. Your hands clenched as you tried to bottle up your rampant emotions. Everything was going to shit.

"Are you? Because from here, that's exactly what it looks like-"

"No! I would never try and hurt you. You told me to find someone that makes me happy, she makes me happy!"

"I said go find a nice boy to make you happy! Not to go practice sacrilege!”

"Are you insane? Do you even hear yourself?" Jenna jumped in, standing in front of you protectively.

You pulled Jenna back beside you, taking a step closer to your mother, "Let me spell it out for you. I'm bisexual. It's not something I can choose. It's who I am, it's in my DNA. I love Jenna and that's not changing any time soon. And I love you, you’re my mom, you raised me and cared for me, and taught me everything I know. But a real mother wouldn't disown me for being me."

It all happened so fast. Before you even knew what was happening you were on the floor, a red handprint staining your cheek.

You were in shock. Your hand cupping the forming red mark. She slapped you. She actually slapped you...

When you finally focused back on the situation, Jenna was kneeling in front of you. Her eyes were swimming with so many different emotions, but you couldn't miss her little concerned pout. You melted into her hands, how they cupped your face so gently as she examined the mark.

At the flip of a switch, her face contorted. What once was full of worry and concern had been taken over by hate and rage. It scared you.

Jenna spun around, wildly flinging insults at your mother. A shouting match had started, but you weren’t listening. All you could see was the image of your mother slapping you, repeating in your head over and over. Her face was full of so much hate and anger. How could someone who was supposed to love you do something so horrid?

You stood up, shaking off the shock and your spiraling thoughts.

“We’re leaving.” You stated simply, interrupting their screaming. You grabbed Jenna’s hand, lacing your fingers together as you pulled her towards the door with you.

You stood in the doorway, a nagging feeling sitting in the pit of your gut. You had more you wanted to say, but should you? Your mother made it more than clear she wasn’t willing to listen, that she was more than fine abandoning you.

You pushed yourself out the door without another word, walking through the rain. You handed Jenna the car keys, silently asking her to drive home. She took them without saying anything, understanding what you were asking.

Neither you nor Jenna said anything as you got into the car, the two of you still comprehending the nightmare that had just happened.

"Please take me home," you asked softly, ignoring the tears falling down your face.

You had been in the shower for over an hour now. It wasn’t abnormal for you to take long showers, but never this long. Jenna was worried.

The warm water had long since turned cold, leaving you shivering on the tile floor. Your head was buried in your arms, your knees pulled up to your chest. The sound of the water running effectively drowning out the sounds of your sobs.

You were heartbroken.

Your whole life there was this belief that your family would love you no matter what, that they would accept you for who you were. It’s still true, but after the scene at your parent’s house… your idea of family had been fundamentally shifted. Your parents weren’t your family anymore.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, “You alright in there, baby?” Jenna’s voice echoed throughout the bathroom.

You took a deep breath, trying to stop the crying, “Fine. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Your voice came out shaky and hoarse. Jenna could tell you’d been crying from the other side of the door; if your voice hadn’t given it away the sound of you sobbing when she opened the door would have been.

Jenna wanted nothing more than to hug you tight, kiss your forehead and wipe away the tears. But she knew you needed some space. She closed the bathroom door and waited back on your bed, her patience wearing thin as worry settled in.

The minute you were out of the shower and done changing, you could see it. You looked like a mess. Bloodshot eyes stared back at you in the mirror. Your nose and cheeks were red from all the crying. Your chest ached and your throat felt like it was on fire.

The second you were out of the bathroom Jenna was already staring at you. The way you looked so hurt, eyes bloodshot and shoulders slumped, it broke her heart. You deserved better.

You didn’t say anything, just walking up to her silently and falling into her arms. You were fresh out of tears, with nothing left to give. You just wanted the pain to go away.

Jenna pulled you onto the bed with her, letting you cuddle up into her arms. It wasn’t long before you were asleep, the exhaustion from the day having worn you out. Jenna held you a little bit tighter against her chest before falling asleep herself. She silently hoped that you knew, even if your parents didn’t, she loved you more than she would ever be able to articulate.

#jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x gn!reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #void-wolfie

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coyotestarcraft · 11 months

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Too Broken To Be Fixed (Part 2)

Fandom: Good Omens

Pairing: Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley

A/N: Okay! Part 2...finally was able to work and finish this. Tbh I’m in a really good mental state right now, despite being sick with a runny nose and small cough. I do still feel and remember a bunch of triggering things from my childhood that left me scarred for life. It’s really hard to move past something that happened when you were a child.

SIDENOTE: This is for anyone who has experienced traumatic events in their past. If anything in here triggers you I highly recommend that you don’t read.

WARNINGS: Transphobia, Biphobia, Enbyphobia, toxic parent, loving parent, Cussing.

Part 1

It was a beautiful Sunday morning, you laid in bed in between your angel and demon.

Before your eyes even opened you felt soft kisses on your forehead and cheek, you stir awake and smile up at the boys who are softly smiling down at you, “good morning,” you stretch making the cutest start up noise the boys have ever heard.

“Good morning my love,” Aziraphale cooed while Crowley hugged you from behind as you kissed the angel. “Where’s my kiss?” Crowley pouts behind you, you laugh turning around to kiss your demon who smiles into the kiss.

You get out of bed ready to start the day, the plan was to go to the park for a picnic then walk around to enjoy what the beautiful sunny day had to offer.

Back in Florida (if you don’t live in Florida, pretend you do for now) it was raining nearly every day in the summer, so it was nice to be on Soho and see the sun everyday with little to no clouds, though Soho did have the occasional thunderstorm you enjoyed rain or shine.

As you sat at the counter scrolling through your phone, Aziraphale was cooking normal pancakes, crepes and bacon, “ever tried a crepe before?” Aziraphale turns to smile at you. “No, I’m not even sure what that is,” you shake your head.

You have heard of crepes but never actually seen or eaten one, “it’s like a pancake but really thin, you can put anything on it, fruit, vegetables, meat, cheese.”

“Sure I’ll try one, can I have grape jelly on it?” You ask, Aziraphale nods delighted to be sharing his favorite breakfast meal with you.

An hour later, your on the couch with Crowleys legs across yours and you reading your favorite book, Aziraphale was next to you reading his own book.

A knock at the door gets Aziraphale up to answer, he let’s put a shocked gasp, when you turn just enough to see who’s at the door, instant panic sets in.

Your mother and father are standing in the doorway.

“Mom, dad.” You say as short shallow breaths leave you.

“Why haven’t you called? We’ve been worried sick!” You mother glares at you angrily, you couldn’t say anything, Crowley came up behind you to wrap a protective arm around your shoulder, you give his hand a gentle pat as if to say, ‘I’ve got this.’

“I haven’t called because, I never wanted anything to do with you anymore, I told you that when I left.” You glared back.

“Don’t you dare use that tone with me!” She got up in your face but you confidently stood your ground, shooting away your boys when they attempted to protect you, but you had to stand up to your mother, you couldn’t take anymore of her manipulative behavior and gaslighting.

“Why?! Because I have to respect my elders, when my own mother doesn’t even respect me!? I don’t give a fuck what you think I should do, because you know what? IM NOT YOUR PUPPET ANYMORE!” You yelled the last part.

A stinging pain was all you felt, the world around you was as white as snow.

Finally the world became clear again, you get your body regain control, that’s when the boys noticed tears streaming down your face both from pain and from the repressed anger that had been keeping you prisoner for many years.

That’s when you lost it...

“All my life, I’ve had to endure your bullshit! All my life I was taught to treat people with respect! All my life I have witnessed shit that a child shouldn’t have to witness!” You pant, “You never gave a shit about me! It was always about you or my screw up worthless piece of a shit sister!” You yelled, you kept moving forward while your mother kept moving back, far enough to trap her between you, Aziraphale, the wall and now Crowley.

“You never cared about me! I was always put on the back burner, I felt neglected, I felt unwanted, a lost cause, a nuisance, insignificant, unworthy and many other things, you act like you care about me but in reality you never wanted anything to do with me.” You point an angry finger at her.

“Now here I am living my best life with the two best boyfriends in the world, at peace and you have to come ruin it!” You yell.

“I never meant to hurt you but your an adult, you have to learn by yourself.” Your mom said.

“I have been! But I still need that support and what’d you do!? Nothing, I have been asking and asking for help, but I never got it!” You cried, tears ran down your cheeks as you got more upset, not only emotionally but mentally and physically.

“Just go! I don’t want you in my life anymore, go home live your pathetic lives and leave me alone!” You cry, pushing your mother out of the door and slamming it.

“Honey. I’m sorry your mom did this to you, I tried talking to her but she’s too wrapped up in her own delusional fantasy to understand anything anymore.” You dad said.

“I’ll talk tomorrow, I just want to be alone, please.” You whimper, running off to your safe place, slamming the door behind you.

Now the recovery begins…

#Good Omens #good omens x reader #good omens crowley #good omens aziraphale #aziraphale x reader x crowley

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bandzboy · 21 hours

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every pride month, bi women are the targets of constant biphobia and misogyny (yes i said it) like we can never celebrate our identity during pride month because someone is always pointing out how some of us have “straight boyfriends” or date men only (might be true for some people but not others) and i’m sick and tired of it! some of you don’t know what the bisexual experience really is like let alone what is like to be a bi women and like to comment on it every time and it pisses me off! i have to open twt or even this fucking app and see constant biphobia and the target is always bi women and it’s tiring and quite literally makes me so upset that as a bi women myself i have to see your little “jokes” that are offensive and it makes me hate myself and i’m sure a lot of bi women feel the same so this pride month just leave bi women ALONE

#like brother in christ if i have to see biphobia one more time #i will snap #just let bi women do their thing and exist in peace #tris.txt

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redheadbigshoes · 4 months

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I’m actually sick and nauseous over how lesbians are literally treated like dirt by the rest of the lgbt community. just TODAY there were like 5 posts on my tl (twitter) affirming “lesbian” men, “lesbians” who fuck men, men “who fuck lesbians,” and say we’re transphobic and spewing terf rhetoric, and don’t know our history, if we disagree. All by non-lesbians too, so the big numbers of nonlesbians liking/retweeting, etc. It’s fucking corrective rape rhetoric and it’s scary (we can be “fucked,” and fixed by men). I’m sick. I wish I was straight at this point because I feel like we are just hated on both sides, the hate is masked on one side and the other lynches us. All over the fact that our attraction doesn’t include men it’s horrible. I hate it so much what the fuck did we even do. Sorry for the rant my blood boils every time I see it, when I try to argue like three other nonlesbians pop up and spew more shit at me. I never have felt fully safe/comfy in any lgbt space irl/online because of it.

Why can’t people just accept they’re straight (if they’re cis/trans men) or bisexual (if they’re attracted to men)? It’s infuriating enough they making up a bunch of excuses to insert themselves in lesbianism, but they never talk about their excuses not to simply use terms like straight or bi…

When they say we don’t know our history it’s either someone who doesn’t know history or someone who has absolutely no braincells to understand the reason why men were included in lesbianism in history was because of transphobia and biphobia (which they don’t actually care about).

There isn’t this much discourse when it comes to gay men because guess what? Those same people don’t fucking care about gay men, they have serious issues with lesbians and some sick fantasy of lesbians having to be with men.

This kind of behavior it’s usually extremely chronically online (thankfully), so you shouldn’t have this problem when it comes to real life lgbt spaces. Not to mention this is extremely white American behavior lol

#stephanie answers #anon #long post #‘bi lesbians’#tw corrective rape

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chamiryokuroi · 1 year

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I'm curious as how you seem to view Meghan as a 'progressive' writer for making Tim bi despite the racism (labelling Empress a villain) and sexism (rewriting Cissie's motivations for retiring/erasing Cassie's time as the leader) present in DCYJ along with the lowkey biphobia such as undermining Tim's genuine interest in Cassie during their brief romance to push Timkon and underming Tim and Steph's relationship by acting like it was based on their costumes when it wasn't just to push Timber

Anon the block button is right there, you don’t need to see my content if you don’t want to.

I have never said that Meghan is a “progressive” writer or whatever you’re implying, I just stated a fact that she made Tim bi, which is true, and I am willing to talk about the dumpster fire that was DC:YJ because believe it or not I as a human being can like one thing and hate another made by the same writer, amazing I know, so weird, wow, and I have talked about it before, in twitter and discord (because DC:YJ was bad) but here’s the thing, based entirely in the way you decide to word this question I know for a fact you don’t want to have an actual discussion about it, no you are set on your ways and whatever I say will not make you happy unless I bend over and say I agree with you, and honestly that’s tiring and not a good way to spend my time.

If you want to whine and cry and scream because something that happens in a comic made you feel like this I would suggest talk with a therapist, they’re paid to listen and care about what you have to say, I’m not so I won’t.

And just so the baby won’t come crying back to me let me say this

DC:YJ was a dumpster fire

The Empress thing I partially agree because I haven’t actually read the YJ comic so I dont know much about her aside from what friends have told me

Regarding Cassie and Tim relationship the only problem I had with that is that Meghan said they hadn’t told Kon about it when it fact they actually have. About their feelings? At this point you should be used to the fact that writers will retcon whatever they want, is how comics operate.

And I am sick and tired of hearing how she is pushing Stephanie away to make it all about Timber when time and time again Meghan has shown Steph in a positive light and still as one of the most important person’s in Tim’s life, and before you come whining with “Then why did she break them up” because she fucking could, that’s what people don’t seem to get, she works for DC and as long as she has to go ahead she can write whatever the fuck she wants. Good or bad, doesn’t matter, she can do it, and we have no say in it.

#dc #tim drake #bernard dowd #timbern #stephanie brown

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empress-hancock · 1 year

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I am so sick and tired of the gendies treating being bi as something bad!! They all identify out of it! They’re pansexual or omnisexual or they call themselves lesbians but still like dick and pretend that makes them lesbians because the dick is attached to someone who calls himself a woman. They id as nonbinary so they can call their attraction to both men and women gay, they call themselves boygirl f*gd*kes and qu**r and make up usernames with f*g in them and talk about how gay they are. Even the ones who still id as bi will call themselves wlw, sapphic, gay, nmlnm, before they call themselves bi! And not only that but they do that with lesbian too, as if they’re trying to erase them both and make them interchangeable! And all of this because they think being bi isn’t “gay enough.” But that’s the thing, of course it isn’t. Of course being bi isn’t gay enough! It’s being bi! It’s different! It’s not something to be measured against other sexualities! Being bi is a completely separate experience from being gay! The same people who claim “being bi isn’t any less lgbt than being gay! Being bi in a het relationship is still qu**r!” then go on to try everything they can to id out of being bi because being bi isn’t lgbt enough for them and they have to make themselves gay. These people lament “bi erasure” but they are the ones erasing us!! And erasing actual homosexuality as well! I’m sick of it!! The lgb are no longer part of that community! We’re old hat! We’re not interesting enough! They’ve done everything they can to replace our identities with new, made-up ones! I really do not get how the few people within that group who still call themselves bi haven’t woken up to how fucking stupid it all is, and I also don’t get why, among those of us who have woken up, we have hostility between the l & b. Lesbians are like the only ones who aren’t trying to erase bisexuality! Lesbians are the ones trying to establish that there is a difference between homosexuality and bisexuality, instead of trying to mush us all into one group where our experiences are completely indistinguishable from someone else’s. For so long bisexuality has kind of hopped onto the back of homosexuality in terms of culture and that’s why we don’t have a long running culture unique to us (a fact often used, unfortunately, to defend the idea that being bi is the same as being gay), but this is the perfect opportunity for us to create one and we’re not doing that! We need to take the baton that lesbians have passed to us and run with it! They are our teammates! They are the only ones not trying to redefine us! We need to focus more on addressing the rampant biphobia and homophobia of homophobic bisexuals who want to do everything they can to either identify out of bisexuality, or make bisexuality and homosexuality indistinguishable, instead of fighting with the lesbians who support us. We have an enemy and it isn’t lesbians and I don’t see enough discussion about biphobic bisexual genides

#i started off mad abt gendie biphobia and ended up mad abt radblr infighting #anyway lesbians 🤝 bisexual women #we gotta stop blaming lesbians for trying to HELP US define our unique experiences #by getting mad when a lesbian says ‘lesbians and bi women experience this differently’ you are perpetuating the same ideas that #the gendies do!! which erases us!!#we erase ourselves more than any other group does!!#radfem #radical feminism #radblr

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grey-sides · 2 years

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Forever mourning the fact that Murray will never "Children!! Children!!! 🤨" Billy and Steve. The way Steve would have to hold Billy back from murdering him lol

WDYM, anon? I have this script right here!

If Billy wasn’t positive that Steve would immediately call the police on him, he would have murdered this Murray guy hours ago. He’s so self-assured, righteous, a lunatic, he can’t believe Steve dragged him here. And why did Steve drag him here? Oh well, he’s just the smartest guy in the world, Billy, he knows things!

“You’re staying over, right? I know you’re young men, but I was pouring a little heavy,” Murray says, waving his glass of vodka around.

If anyone is drunk, Billy thinks, it’s gotta be this guy. Sheesh, does he have a problem or something?

“We wouldn’t want to impose,” Steve demurs, waving a hand around. He looks like fucking Wheeler doing that. Billy’s the last sane person in this house, hands down.

Murray waves his hands again and stands up. “Nonsense! You can have the guest bedroom, fresh sheets and everything.”

Steve glances at Billy, he has a flush high on his cheeks. Does drinking make him blush? Billy doesn’t think he’s ever seen Steve flushed from drinking, but the evidence is all over his face. Maybe he’s getting old.

“I’ll take the couch,” Steve says. How noble.

Murray whirls around, unbuttoned cardigan flying around his middle. He stares at them as a slow, sick smile creeps across his face. “The couch?” he asks, voice dangerously low, like he knows something they don’t.

“The couch,” Steve repeats. Billy stares at the side of his nose, the slope of his nose, a little different now since Billy broke it.

Murray sips his vodka, uses the hand holding the glass to point between them. “I’m sorry, what’s going on here?”

“Nothing!” Steve replies quickly, shaking his head. “We’re just friends. Billy needed to get out of the house so I suggested he come with.”

Murray laughs, from somewhere deep in his chest, throwing his head back as he gets hysterical with it. “Oh this is rich, children!”

Billy scowls, crosses his arms while he leans back in the couch. “We’re not fucking children.”

Murray pauses in his laughter and turns to Billy, that same smile on his face. “Well, you’re certainly trying to beat around the bush about it, aren’t you?”

“It’s fine!” Steve says, standing up. “I’ll take the couch, we don’t have to make it into anything.”

Murray shakes his head, points at Steve until he sits down again and walks back around to settle into his armchair. He looks between them, eyes half-lidded, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Oh no, we do have to make it into something.”

“So, who is it? Which one of you has the girlfriend you’re convincing yourself you love?” Murray asks, like that’s a normal thing to say to two people you’ve basically just met.

“What?” Steve asks at the same time Billy snaps, “No one.”

Murray chuckles to himself, nodding a bit. “So similar to my favorite success story and yet so different! So what is it? Internalized homophobia? Biphobia? Oh I know! You think you can make your parents proud if you just find the right girl.”

Billy’s hands clench into fists and he grits his jaw. What’s this guy’s deal? He’s a fucking asshole. Billy should punch his lights out and steal his car.

“That’s uncalled for,” Steve snaps, finally getting irritated with the guy too. Murray’s pushed Steve’s buttons enough to take him right out of the small town charm. “We appreciate the hospitality, Mr. Bauman, but we don’t appreciate you prying into our lives.”

Murray sips his vodka again, clearing his throat on a long sigh. He’s such a fucking weirdo, Billy really can’t stand him. “Ah yes, far be it for me to pry into anyone’s life. It’s just that- well, you can see what I see, can’t you?”

Steve glances at Billy again, where their knees are still pressed together. The way Billy’s opposite leg is jiggling up and down. He puts his hand on Billy’s wrist for just a moment, shaking his head. Billy knows what he’s trying to say without saying it, it’s not worth it.

Billy sighs, but his fists unclench, so that’s something. “Sir, I think it might be best if you stop suggesting whatever it is you’re suggesting,” he states slowly.

Murray narrows his eyes as he looks between them, nodding slowly. He gets up from his chair, walking around them to grab something from the mantle, holds it out. “Alexei,” he says, voice oddly somber. “My partner. He’s…recovering elsewhere.”

Steve takes the photo, looking at it silently. His hand finds Billy’s knee this time and it makes Billy’s heart clench in his chest. “I see,” he says quietly.

Billy doesn’t need to look at the picture to understand what Murray is telling them. He could almost forgive the guy for being so forward about this. He looks away and sets his jaw again. Steve’s taking the couch.

Murray puts the photo back when Steve is done looking at it and takes his seat across from them again. He’s markedly more subdued, looking between them. “I spent many years looking for the kind of happiness I have found with Alexei. I only mean to help.”

Steve looks back over at Billy, pulling his hand back even though Billy is internally screaming at him to let it stay. “I think this is something we need to talk about in private, sir.”

Murray puts his glass down on the coffee table and holds his hands up. “Well, you can’t say I didn’t try. And with that I will bid you goodnight. The couch does pull out, but- you should talk in the guest bedroom.”

He whirls away up the stairs, whistling to himself as he goes. Billy rolls his eyes, staring mulishly at the glass next to the half empty bottle of vodka. Prick.

Steve clears his throat and stands up, stretches up onto his toes so he can make his back pop. He glances sideways at Billy for a moment. “Uh, I’ll take the couch?”

Billy looks up at him and gets to his feet too. He doesn’t say anything, but he does nod at the bedroom, jerks his head over so Steve knows he wants him to follow. He trudges to the room, a seventies nightmare like the rest of this house and tugs his boots off to sit in the corner. At least the bed seems comfortable when he sits on the edge of it.

Steve leans in the doorway, arms crossed while he worries his cheek in thought. “I won’t tell anyone what he was implying, you know?”

Billy sits back, takes a deep breath through his nose while he looks at Steve. He hates that he’s going to capitulate to Murray, of all people, but maybe he has superpowers like that little girl too. “Steve, we should share the bed.”

For a moment, Steve doesn’t move. He just stares at Billy, mouth hanging open, hands clutched to his biceps. When Billy leans back, pats the comforter though, Steve seems to get the idea. He kicks off his shoes too, lands them next to Billy’s boots as he pulls his belt off. “We don’t have to do anything.”

“I know,” Billy assures him quietly, tugging off his jeans so he can sleep in his t-shirt and briefs. He lays back on the bed and watches Steve strip down to his undershirt briefs too. Harrington fidgets at the end of the bed for a moment. “Come on.”

Steve climbs cautiously onto the bed, Billy gets it, he probably expects him to suddenly yank at his hair or something ridiculous. But Billy lets him get settled on the other side before he leans over to shut off the lamp, plunging them into darkness save for a fucking lava lamp Murray has in the corner.

They lay there stiffly for a moment, trying not to touch and Billy has had enough. Enough bullshit journalists trying to pick apart people. Enough of Steve trying to make himself smaller than he is so he doesn’t upset Billy. Billy willingly came on this trip, after all. Billy rolls onto his side and puts his palm in the center of Steve’s chest. He curls his fingers into it lightly and closes his eyes. “Get some sleep, Steve.”

Steve’s hand finds Billy’s on his chest and he curls his own fingers around the widest part of it. He breathes out slowly and Billy can hear his hair scratch against the surface of the pillow as he nods. “Goodnight, Billy.”

Murray serves them a scramble with coffee in the morning. And he hands Steve a bottle of vodka for the road.

#harringrove #greye writes #murray bauman #stranger things #anon

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tirfnotterf · 11 months

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Hi I wanted to follow you, but I saw that you said you were a panphobic bisexual? Could I ask why you don't like pansexuality? To me it's a sub-label of bisexuality, so I don't see the problem, but I would love to hear your perspective :)

Hi anon! Sorry I took so long to reply, I wanted to give a proper detailed answer but I am pretty sick at the moment so excuse me if my response is all over the place.

Basically like you said it is just another word for bi. Pansexuality is just bisexuality 2: electric boogaloo. All the so called differences are simply biphobia. Such as the idea that bisexuals are only attracted to people physically whereas pansexuals are attracted to people on a deeper more meaningful level.

Shit like this for example:

The other main reason people like to use pansexual is that they got it into their heads bi “means two” and doesn’t include those who identify as non binary or transgender. All i can say to that is read the bisexual manifesto and actually learn bisexual history rather than creating new terms.

Basically when I say panphobic I’m just joking because so called pansexuals are bisexuals who just. Use a different term because of internalised biphobia which I absolutely do have empathy for. However many people who identify as pansexual are often extremely out of pocket and say biphobic shit like that example above which is not acceptable.

#anon

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People who shit r*nance are always mad when I bring up Steve, saying a lesbian relationship shouldn't revolve around a man's feelings. But they clearly don't see how important he is to Robin, his position absolutely matters in that instant. You can ship it, you can write fics but having all of them just be okay and supportive is A boring and B not realistic. Nancy was Steve's first love, he's still hung up on her, every relationship he seeks out with other girls he automatically compares them to the one he had with Nancy. He's still questioning the what ifs, imagine your bff just swoops in and dates the girl you have feelings for??

I already disliked that Robin was pushing for Nancy and Steve to get together because realistically she should have known how it ended. Which also shows that Steve still doesn't know Nancy and Jonathan slept together while they were dating and he still sees himself as the primarily reason why that relationship failed.

But if he would know about the cheating he wouldn't let Robin get together with Nancy, not if she could hurt her like she did with him. There would be so many conflicting feelings from both sides and in the end Robin would choose Steve, her soulmate over some girl.

Also I hate how the people who ship r*nance completely villianise Vickie or just erase her from the narrative. Like she's an openly bi character who is clearly interested in Robin and vice versa. People don't give her a chance and I'm so sad about it. (Screams like bi phobia to me but I digress. Also it wouldn't happen if this was a gay ship because people create entire background stories for Garret who had even less screentime to pair him up with Will)

i honestly don’t understand shipping r//nance anyway, but especially when it’s only the most boring iteration where no one involved actually seems to experience human feelings, and they’re all just the flattest versions of the characters possible. and yeah, the reason why steve’s relationships with these girls are failing is because he still isn’t over his relationship with nancy, and robin knows that. it would be insanely heartless for robin to attempt to date nancy knowing that. but, even if steve was totally over nancy i’d still find it wrong.

yeah, i don’t love that robin pushed steve and nancy back together and i agree that i think it shows steve doesn’t know nancy cheated. like we hear in his speech to nancy that he wholly blames himself for their relationship, and he still thinks that had he been better, they may still have been together.

if steve knew about the cheating, well. we see how he reacts in s1. steve has a history with cheating and it causes him to blow up and overreact. though i don’t think s2 steve would act like s1 steve (because he’s completely in love with nancy by s2) i think if steve had known about the cheating, his convo with nancy would not nearly be as calm, and i definitely think he would never want robin to get involved in that.

robin would choose steve over nancy every single time. he’s her soulmate, her best friend. i think it’s because we live in such a romantic centric society that people think robin would choose her love life over steve, but that’s totally incomprehensible to me, and would never happen. robin and steve are each others number one priority.

the way a lot of r//nance shipper treats vickie honestly makes me sick, and i agree that a lot of it does scream biphobia. like, we have a perfect couple right there! they like each other, they both ramble (which puts robin at total ease because it’s something she’s anxious about), and at the end of the world, they’re able to make each other laugh and have fun. (and yeah, the gareth thing is really weird to me too. like i’m not gonna shit on anyone’s parade, but why do people want this random junior with will?)

#stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #vickie #rockie #anti ronance #asks #anon #stranger things

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Looking for Gabi fans to follow and MC/Gabi fanfics to read. Some of my favorite lgbt litg blogs have either deactivated or are no longer playing litg Suresh fans are trying to hijack Gabi's tag with biphobia and hate posts. I'm scared to open her tag. Suresh fans are hating on lgbt players because FB made Gabi a LI and they can no longer use her to justify Suresh's action. We get enough bigotry from the writers. =( I have met some lgbt fans on reddit and IG, but they don't have blogs

Hello anon, and welcome to ✨Gabi Fan Club✨

From the second I saw her design, I completely swooned (and maybe drooled a little too, but we don’t talk about it🤫) and kept imagining the Frida Kahlo scenario between Gabi and MC, passing down the clown red nose of shame to Suresh lol!

In all seriousness though, I am so sorry you encountered hateful posts and biphobia, and I am not surprised - the Suresh debates can get heated. I think fusebox did us dirty for only giving us Dana as an li (who, let’s be real, wasn’t written great, especially with the kissing Eddie part) and Gabi aka the girl Suresh cheated on MC with. Idk what reaction they were expecting from fans because there’s something problematic with every single character this season, and I’m so sick of fusebox perpetuating these racist and biphobic stereotypes time and time again. So naturally, it sparks further hate and -isms from the players, trying to defend or offend some pixels. I am personally not on a Suresh route, so I don’t really care about that side of drama. I like Gabi and I think she is an interesting character, she has a cool back story, she’s interested in MC, and jee is she hot (sorry for being shallow). I also think it’s weird to shame people for liking a game character. Like, I guess I can understand it if someone’s into Dylan, who is just beyond problematic, and good friends wouldn’t and shouldn’t let you date someone like that. But other than that, my philosophy is that LITG is a game - that’s literally all it is, just a story with some 2d pixel art, and we shouldn’t be taking it so close to heart. If people like Suresh - you do you, if people like Gabi - please, by all means, suit yourself. They’re not real, so we shouldn’t let the hate and bigotry and racism get so out of hand that it hurts real people.

Anyways, this got very long, and idk if any of it is coherent, but in short: we shouldn’t bully people on which characters they like and we shouldn’t let the hate hurt others. What we should do, is criticize fusebox for continuingly villainizing and stereotyping LGBT characters and characters of color, and we should be able to have some fun playing:)

P. S. To people spreading hate and biphobia: check your privilege please. Before posting hateful comments about LGBT characters, ask yourself, why does this reaction come up to me in the first place? Why am I so angry about a wlw route? Who do I see in Gabi? Maybe it’s someone who hurt you before or maybe it’s internalized homophobia speaking? Food for thought. And honesty, if you do have so much hate on your mind, maybe just put your phone down, take a breather, and just.. close out of the post/comment/reply? Your bigoted opinion is not worth the pain it can cause someone.

P. P. S. Also, just wanted to mention as well, there’s definitely a lot of wonderful people on here, who I know would not judge you or anyone for liking Gabi or what have you, and I really hope you stay safe out here because cyberbullying is real, so please, take a step back if hateful posts get too much - always always always put yourself first, lovely!

P. P. P. S. Also also, I haven’t written any Gabi x mc fics and I don’t know if there are any, but you can definitely check out @litgwritersroom - they’re a bunch of wonderful, talented, creative lovelies that are very open and accepting of every player. I’m not sure if their asks are open currently, but they do take fanfic requests!;)

#litg #love island the game #litg s5 #litg eitv #litg ex in the villa #litg gabi #litg suresh #ask ab

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i just want the show to finish airing already man. i am tired of people calling hunter and/or willow straight on tiktok and erasing lgbt identities. i am tired of the harassment i see people get for literally anything. this fandom used to be so fun but now it feels like you’re on landmines of being harassed or accused of the most horrendous shit if you just. aren’t in the echo chamber. i loved this show and now i’m just tired and frustrated thinking about it. i want people to move on and stop.

YEAH i'm kinda in the same boat rn. Like I just want it to end, but TOH is too ingrained in my identity at this point to actually end up disliking it, which makes the whole hunt/low bs even harder. Tiktok was a mistake. The lowest point in human history. I will say it's never been said, but it is clear through visuals and implications that Hunter is bi. Also I said he was bi a year and a half ago and I am always right, so clearly /j. I'm just. So fucking sick and tired of straight people. This show isn't for you. Like please, enjoy it, watch it, give it views, but also know your fucking place and when to sit down and shut the fuck up. But when have straights ever known that. Willow at least has never had anything said about her sexuality other than her only being shown blushing at girls in S1, which would imply imo that no matter what she's not straight. But again, she's never been said to be either straight or queer or really actually have any interest in anyone romantically in general (aroace Willow please, thanks). I really am sick of seeing my friends be harrassed for disliking h/l and I'm tired of seeing h/ls say with total confidence that their ship is canon when it's not. But I'm really, really sick of seeing h/ls going fucking rabid on nonshippers, claiming any type of "x"-phobic they can to "prove" you're some type of bigot by not shipping them. They biphobic asks I got were kina funny at first because they were just so batshit off the wall and insane to me, but I keep getting them saying the same thing over and over and it's like. You can just stop. You can just drop it. You're making yourself and every other person that ships hunt/low looks stupid (not hard to do) and you're devaluing the actual problem of biphobia by crying wolf just because someone doesn't like your awful ship. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of seeing huntlow and im sick of the fucking shippers being such fucking aggressors

#taako talks #toh #the owl house #asks #anons #huntl0w negative

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thtdamfangirl4 · 2 years

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Bisexual people don’t owe you ANYTHING. We don’t owe you proof or explanations, we don’t need to be more queer or less straight or any of that bullshit because we are exactly what we are: bi. We don’t need to be with a person of the same gender to fucking validate ourselves in your eyes. We don’t need to share our dating histories or personal information just cause you want to know. It’s none of your goddamn business, and nobody asks the same questions of straight people, and they rarely ask it of gay people too.

I know this is a community, and that we all have so many shared experiences, but I’m so goddamn sick of the rampant biphobia in the world and so many people don’t see it or think about it or they let it slide. It fucking sucks. I’m sick of defending myself to heteronormative assholes who don’t believe I exist, for whom I am not straight enough. And I’m sick of reading posts from queer people, the kind of people I usually feel safest around, that tell me I don’t belong in their spaces.

In all honesty, I’m an incredibly privileged person. I am. I’m white and grew up in an upper middle class family and I’m able bodied and intelligent and I went to good schools and had a mostly good family, and I didn’t get dealt a lot of difficult cards. All of this is to say that, much like everything else in my life, I don’t really give a shit about myself.

I got fucked up from some things that happened to me, but I never really did anything about it or felt angry until I saw it happen to people around me. I consider my own feelings far less often than I consider those of the people I care about. That’s how I feel about this. So if you want to be a biphobic asshole, direct it at me. I’ve taken it before, and I’ll survive it again. I can hear slurs and bible passages from family and priests and deal with people I considered friends telling me I would never really be a part of the queer community. Throw it at me if you’re a shithead who needs a target cause if I see you doing it to one more kid who’s going to internalize it the way I did, I’ll fucking lose my mind.

We don’t owe you anything, and we don’t deserve your hatred and constant invalidation. Stop erasing us. Stop berating us. And for the love of GOD, stop telling kids who they are or are not supposed to be, or placing labels on themselves that they’re not ready to hand you. WE DONT OWE YOU A LABEL. QUEER PEOPLE OF ALL KINDS DO NOT OWE YOU A COMING OUT. Heteronormative society demands one, because to them, we are outliers, we are strangers, we must announce ourselves. Fuck that bullshit. We owe you NOTHING. Celebrities??? They owe you NOTHING. Believe what you want to believe, but stop pressuring people to reveal their private lives to you. They owe you NOTHING. And especially if that person is young, you have no idea how much damage you’re doing. Stop commenting on everything about how “queer coded” something is. It’s a person’s LIFE. It’s not a code to be cracked. You want to talk about that? Text your friend, tell your roommate, say it to upset your dad. But don’t go yell across the internet void at an impressionable human being (something we are at every age) that you “know their secret.” You’re making it harder. You’re making it worse. I’ve felt this way before, too. Sure of something, sure of representation I so desperately craved. And I still think maybe I’m right. But it’s not my place to yell at celebrities and anybody else I know about coming out, because that’s a deeply personal decision.

Watching an 18 year old who is giving the world perhaps the best onscreen bisexual representation I’ve ever seen get harassed into coming out to get a mob of prying, insensitive fans off his back was something that fueled my anger today. And the people who caused the problem are standing by it, some even saying he’ll be “fully out” by next year. Fuck you. Fuck every biphobic bone in your body. Leave kit alone, leave young adults alone, leave adults alone, stop forcing people to fit into your boxes so you can judge them accordingly. QUEER PEOPLE OWE YOU NOTHING. At 18, I hadn’t come out to anyone except my closest friends, who were also queer. Not my parents, not my siblings, and now, years later, still not to many other family members, friends, or coworkers. We are constantly talking about not knowing what we’re doing through the early years of adulthood, and yet you’re demanding that 18 year old kids have it all figured out, and on top of it, be okay and comfortable enough with all of it to announce it to the world, despite living in a world that still sees us as a secondary group and tells us we’re going to hell. Or that we’re liars. Or both. That’s fucked. Leave people alone.

#I wish I’d learned some of these lessons earlier in life #yes this is about kit connor #bisexuality #queer #lgbtqia #queer people owe you nothing #ranting #bi #bisexual #kit connor #heartstopper

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Title: I’ll Be The One

Author: Lyla Lee

Genre: YA Fiction | Drama | Romance | Music | LGBTQ+

Content Warnings: Fatphobia | Homophobia | Biphobia

Overall Rating: 9.9/10

Personal Opinion: I love K-pop, I love Asian culture, and I love seeing queer people thrive. This book has all of that. It’s adorable and sweet and watching Skye’s journey as a fat girl trying to make it in the not-so-body-positive industry of K-pop is inspiring. You can’t help but root for her. So if you want to read about a fat bi girl be an inspiration, then this is definitely the book for you.

Couple Classification: Skye Shin X Henry Cho = Artist X Prep

Do I Own This Book? Nope.

Spoilers Below For My Likes & Dislikes:

Likes:

- Going into this book, I knew that both Skye and Henry are bi. But I’d wrongfully assumed that they would not play any significant role in either of their identities. I have never been so happy to be wrong. Skye is bi and she says so from the start. It comes up every now and again and is a source of some of her insecurities because she knows her parents would not be thrilled to her dating a girl. Henry is also bi. While it’s not as blatant as Skye, he had a boyfriend once. And that is significant because of how his parents reacted to him dating a boy. They messed with his personal relationship and had made his life miserable. Being bi is just part of their identities but it’s important to them and I love that the author did not shy away from emphasizing that. I also love queer Asian men, as we have established multiple times already.

- I love that Skye entered this competition wanting to prove her mom wrong but also because she loves to sing and dance. She wants to perform. From how the author had described her, she belongs on stage because those parts where she was performing, the description really came to life.

- I also love that the winners of both categories, Skye for vocal and Imani for dance, did it for stigmatized groups. Skye for the fat girls and Imani for Black girls. Because in the world of K-pop, fatness and darker skin tones are shamed. I love the confidence Skye and Imani radiated and it makes me so proud that they won. I know they’re fictional but I hope that their debut goes well.

- I love Lana and Tiffany too! They’re such a power couple and they’re so cute together. I am so happy that they’re doing okay after being disowned by their parents because they truly deserve happiness. But most importantly, they became friends with Skye immediately and easily. They were so sweet. And when Skye saw they were a couple and could not stop smiling, I felt that in my soul. She was so happy to see queer Asian girls thriving and that is exactly why I love seeing queer Asian men.

- Skye’s dad is such a big dork and if there’s one thing I love, it’s dorky parents. Those that adore their children and always support them unconditionally. Why couldn’t he be the one that Skye lives with?

- Portia and Steve are great pseudo-parents for Henry. They seem genuinely supportive of their charge and they work so hard to make sure he’s safe and happy. It’s so pure and wholesome and I’m glad that Henry’s not totally alone after losing all his friends.

- I love Gary Kim too. He’s one of the judges for the contest and the way he unabashedly was in Skye’s corner was so awesome. I adored how big of a fan he was of her.

- This appeals to me personally but I adored the K-pop references. Because I understood all of them. Ailee is a vocal queen, Chungha is a dance-forward artist, BTS’s “Idol” is a challenging choreography. etc. It was just nice feeling in the know about these things and not totally lost when a character talks about their hyperfixation(s).

- This entire book was just so wholesome and adorable that I just… I love it.

Dislikes:

- Please, let the wizard books die.

- The fatshaming from Skye’s mom and Bora was horrible to read. I actually felt sick to my stomach just imagining some of their vitriol being spewed out loud. I’m glad Skye learned that loving herself is enough and she doesn’t need her mom’s (and certainly not Bora’s) approval to feel great about herself.

- Also fuck Melinda Jones and Bobby Lim. The former for her fetishizing of Asian culture and the latter for his fatshaming. I’m thrilled that they got eliminated and probably had to watch Skye take it all in the vocal category.

- I wish we knew what happened to Henry’s ex-boyfriend. I know it doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things but he’s a fellow friend of Dorothy and that makes me sympathetic even though he doesn’t even have a name. I hope he’s thriving too, wherever he is.

- You wanna know the real reason why this doesn’t get a perfect score? It’s because of Skye’s alleged best friend. She cared more about Henry than she did for Skye’s wellbeing and performances and it got old fast. Like that’s just uncool and disrespectful. And a best friend should not act like that.

#Booklr #Booksbooksbooks #Book Blog #Book Review #Book Recs #I'll Be The One #Lyla Lee #LGBTQ #Queer Books #Queer Lit #Queer Representation #Asian Books #Asian Representation

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