nick saying he’s bi actually is not cringe!!! affirming your identity is not cringe!! being proud and assertive and sure of who you are and what you want to be referred to as is not cringe!!!!! it’s courageous and brave and prideful and beautiful!!!

do urself and me a favor

dont follow me if you genuinely hate al haitham. dont follow me if you dislike kavetham. im gay and rlly like hthm so if you feel disgusted by this or my ramblings or when i draw kvthm or any other queer stuff, unfollow me and get well soon

Fandom aro culture is wanting to be obnoxious about your arospec headcanons but the idea of anyone coming after you for them makes you want to scream

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i hate to be chronically online but please dni if you are a space for bi lesbians or whatever they call themselves

also she like was noticably deadnamining me on purpose ALL DAY even in situations where she could have just used pronouns and even though she usually calls me a petname instead . her roommate did it too even though i have never heard him call me that ever and he just uses the name petname she uses . so . something fucking happened as much as she likes to be like " idc what you are as long as youre happy " she did call my grandma a while ago and tell her i wasnt trans anymore

"Keith is Asian!!!" How are you all calling Keith anything but white when he canonically wears shoes while on his bed?/j

currently having a queer identity crisis on this accursed holiday

been thinking all day abt how that person rbed my post that was clearly about how we all need to let go of the obsession with labels as a concept in themselves and relax into what we want to do rather than who we & the idea that i Am a lesbian at my deepest core no matter what, rather than that lesbian is just a word that was coined to describe women who only desire other women (AFTER those women were already doing that without a label to describe it) is actually harmful to my relationship with myself + those around me etc etc, but their blog was full of posts from guys talking about how trans men and bi people should call themselves lesbians if thats what ‘feels’ right to them and so on like literally the opposite of what i was saying and its disturbing to me idk like the ability to willfully convince yourself that everything says exactly what you want it to say in action...

dear god i am less than an hour into this family trip—haven’t even gotten to the actual ride to get down to the destination—and i am already so tired and irritated and over it. all during pride month. this feels like a hate crime

5/30/2022 (high cost deck)

— open starter.

status - open to all, but pls read my rules and mobile about (pinned post) first before interacting. don't like my starters. muse - iesha saeng-ah seol, adjunct professor of law/licensed attorney with private practice. bisexual, uses they/she/xe pronouns. vampire, six hundred and sixty-nine, appears twenty-nine. can default to appearance age/5+ for non-supernatural thread (if applicable). wanted opposites - m/f/nb, 30+. mocs (muns/muses of color) preferred. wanted connections - colleague, friend, date they've been seeing for a couple times, that one bitch who's supposedly from a line of vampire hunters but has never actually seen an honest to f*ck vampire in their life, etc, as long as it's not taboo give me all of your sh*t. plot - you were supposed to be discussing international law and cases and sh*t but it's a Sunday evening and you're at their house and now they're calling bullsh*t on the 'garlic repels vampires' folklore after cooking you something from the family heirlooms that you swear to God is not even an extant dish and plying you with wine???? really good wine at that???? or maybe you don't drink that's fine here just have more food and hey is it just you are they f*cking with you for fun or are their canines a little longer than usual. well

— there's only so long someone can talk about trade laws and governmental disputes before their soul looks like it's fixing to crawl halfway out of their body and into the open arms of God, so they're not surprised when the conversation takes a less... formal tone after the meal. vampires, though. their weaknesses, specifically. that's one for the books. they wouldn't have pegged the other as being even vaguely interested in poking around things older than law itself. there is the arch of an eyebrow, then, hovering, the slightest tell as they listen to them continue—curious, how invested this one seems to be in what to normal people is only a hypothetical. curious, how easy it is to figure out how much of it this one thinks is not. 'mean no disrespect, love, but listen to yourself,' they interrupt, wine glass in hand, half lounged over the back of the leather sofa like a cat sunning itself in the light of the open window, ceiling to floor. of course, it's pitch fucking black outside and it's Sunday night so there is no sunning to be had, but they'll never miss the opportunity for a good comparison. (the 1975 Léoville-Las Cases vintage still decanting in the glass doesn't hurt.) 'they've said this shit for years and i've heard it all. i've been all over the fucking world, toured the west coast of Africa twice, studied in France for nine years to get my degrees'—they don't linger on that part, because if the other thinks for too long and starts calculating shit they'll realize that xe'd have to be a fucking genius to head to Europe fresh out of xir teens and still wet behind the ears—'if garlic was really the undead's kryptonite i'd have a three story penthouse and a chauffeur waiting for me in hell at this point, the amount of things i've eaten. tonight included.' xe lean over a little further, soft haze of the chandelier above xem. 1950s, vintage Murano glass, Barovier & Toso mounted flush against the ceiling, light from the corners glinting off of the edge of a fang. veneers, on a cursory glance, unless you knew what you were looking for. 'you know what i think? i think someone got pissy they couldn't eat garlic and passed it off as a vampire problem, and then never had to eat another clove of garlic in their life as a result because they were too busy making money off the rumors by selling it as a magic charm or some shit like that.' or, they were a vampire and just wanted to fuck with humans for the fun of it, she thinks, but who would she be if she gave up trade secrets just to catch the hint of another smile from her guest. terribly unprofessional, according to eomma. then again, professionalism is not what gets you a custom engraved stake to the heart on chuseok. missed by three inches, albeit, but eomma is not one to measure distance, just audacity and the nicely healed scar on her chest. no respect for the ancients, these days. // @indiestarter