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solarflicker · 10 months

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Judas Iscariot: The Queer Iconoclast's Icon

With queer acceptance on the rise (at least compared to past decades), the experience of coming out of the closet has changed significantly. Coming out is often an occasion that calls for celebration, Pride is a corporate parade celebrated in every state with at least one major city. But for many queer people, particularly in the evangelical American south, coming out remains a traumatic ordeal (this is especially true for transgender youth). Coming out as queer means coming out as a liar and a traitor to everything you were raised to uphold. Within evangelical theology, one cannot embrace queer identity and be a Christian. One cannot belong in their community if one is not a Christian. To embrace your own queerness you must become an apostate in their eyes. To become an apostate is to be effectively excommunicated. With this experience in mind, it is not surprising that many queer people from Christian backgrounds have embraced the figure of Judas Iscariot.

An icon is an image of religious or political significance, and an iconoclast is someone who shatters an icon. For the purposes of this post, I am going to focus on icons representing saints and martyrs. The image and the person represented are both referred to as icons. The person depicted in the icon is an aspirational figure that one is meant to be inspired to emulate, a shorthand representation of a person at their idealized best. (This is not necessarily a bad thing, nearly every culture has icons of their own. Familiar queer icons include the likes of Marsha P. Johnson, Leslie Feinberg, and Sappho of Lesbos.) However, being upheld as an icon is not the same as being known as a full person. The icon is an inherently incomplete representation and can never be a complete, nuanced person.

A common experience among queer people, particularly in religious communities, is feeling the need to hide a part of themselves. But no matter how it manifests, queerness is not easy to hide and it only gets more painful over time. Being in the closet is more than simply neglecting to mention a preference. To be in the closet, first a closet must be built. Walls need to be constructed to protect ourselves from people who love us, and the most readily available materials are lies, secrecy, and deceit. While our real selves hide behind the constructed identity, the person we present as is one that meets the hegemonic expectations of cisgender heteronormativity, or at the very least respectable abstinence. The icon is a pretty picture, and we are rewarded with acceptance, but the fear of being outed is a prison. The only way to escape is to shatter that icon.

Very little is known about Judas Iscariot within biblical canon. He seems to have been largely erased from the narrative outside of his famous betrayal kiss. The authors of the gospels did not see his experiences as relevant to the story, despite the magnitude of his role. To them he was nothing outside of a traitor. In popular culture his name is synonymous with betrayal, and his portrayal in biblical art is unflattering at best. Judas’s erasure is similar to what many queer people who are disowned by their family experience. Their picture is taken down from the wall and Judas’s story is unwritten. The life and love they shared with their family, everything about them that was inoffensive before is irrelevant. Judas is erased and so are they. All that remains is his icon, an image of a cold, heartless man who hated God and betrayed an innocent man.

One can easily speculate about Judas. It seems unlikely that he spent years in Jesus’s ministry scowling in the shadows and plotting his demise. He could not have truly betrayed Jesus if Jesus did not trust and love him. Some apocryphal literature suggests that Jesus was closer to him than the other disciples and personally asked him to turn him in so that his mission could be completed. In this interpretation, Judas’s betrayal is an act of sacrifice and devotion, sealed with a kiss. And people think he deserved to suffer in hell forever for it. Modern retellings are often more sympathetic to Judas. Many are told by secular artists (Jesus Christ Superstar, The Last Temptation of the Christ, Judas (Boom! Comics)), but notably The Chosen, which is created by an evangelical studio, has taken humanizing approach to his character. Through this media he has been given a new image and become a completely different icon.

A queer relationship with spirituality and religion is often complex and deeply painful. Progressive theology can be healing and while I am not Christian myself I do enjoy engaging with it, but it doesn’t change the fact that this year at Pride, three different people told me that I deserve to burn in hell as they held a Bible in the air. I went to a Christian college and I had friends who were afraid of losing their scholarships if they were outed. I attended a protest against banning books at my local library and was called a groomer to my face. These are people that shop at the same grocery stores that I do and ask me what church I attend when I am in line at McDonald’s. One man openly sneered and turned away when I answered I was attending an Episcopalian church at the time. The people around me have made it abundantly clear that queer people are not welcome in their heaven. If Judas is in hell, he will find good company.

#jesus christ superstar #judas iscariot #evangelical christianity #lgbt #queer #religious trauma #exvangelical #agnostic #homophobia #lgbtq issues #the chosen #the chosen tv series

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blacksapphhicmaddonna · 1 year

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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH, ALPHABET MAFIA

just a few reminders:

- first pride was a riot

- black & BIPOC queer people are the foundation of our entire nation and the global culture

- we owe most of our rights and progress to BIPOC trans women/femmes and different communities of lesbians, trans/gnc folks and elders.

- trans people have always existed, they are ancient and indigenous to many cultures and places and are SACRED.

- I’m glad you’re here and there is community out there for you, waiting with open arms. Don’t give up just yet, please.

- rainbow capitalism isn’t liberation

- we are all we have, be fucking better to each other

- lesbians have done so much for lgbtqia+ people and should maybe idk stop being erased for no reason

- biphobia is real and just bc your ex cheated on you doesn’t make it bi folks fault, you’re projecting babe

- being queer doesn’t dissolve white privilege, pls touch grass

- be safe at pride. they’re coming for us all and we need to protect ourselves.

- not everyone wants to use the word queer/dyke/fag etc. I’m glad you reclaimed the slurs used against you, me too, but not everyone wants to and you need to respect that. LGBTQIA+* exists for a reason.

- the black and brown belong on the flag.

- the A is for asexual/romantic or agender, not ally.

- get some pussy (or whatever you do (or don’t do)) and make space for joy! because black/queer joy is revolutionary and fucking righteous just as much as our anger is, too

- Juneteenth coming up too, issa parade in my city fr

- asexuals/aromantics belong at pride. Period. Full stop.

- safe sex is the best sex

- get tested!

- it’s okay to not watch the news. america is hell, go take a nap

- people 100% know themselves better than you ever will, people are who they say they are and you don’t get to decide that for them. respect pronouns, identity, etc. or argue w ya mama/god/someone else cause it ain’t finna be me ❤️

- you deserve relationships that feel safe and actually are safe. Don’t settle.

- learn your queer history. they won’t teach us. they took our elders from us.

- Black LGBTQIA+* history IS Black History.

- we all need to be thankful to the house mothers and the ballroom scene and those who gave us what we have now, regardless of who you are.

- don’t call yourself a stud if you’re not BLACK. wit a capital B and at least one BLACK parent.

- not everyone is out. happiest of pride month to y’all. you’re still gang and we love you just as much. 💗

- our collective liberation lies in the fact that we are all tied to each other. if you’re down for the gays but not the theys, you’re not as decolonized as you think you are.

- shout out to fanfiction writers who have been single-handedly providing queer art/content/representation for years while the industry continues to make a mockery of us or intentionally leave us out. one thing we gonna do is help someone find their queer awakening, and get that story right. love us 🤪 go team

- your life means something. it’s important beyond comprehension. you look good. your ass is fat (if you want it to be). get the mullet as a lil treat.

- LGBTQIA+* people across the board have ALWAYS existed in literally every culture and every continent (and Antarctica counts if you count the cute lil gay penguins😌). Don’t let them tell you different. We are not a “mInOrItY”, we have been MINORITIZED. we are not small, we are great and mighty and have ALWAYS been here. And we always will. We exist in the future just as we have existed in the past. We stand on the shoulders of MASSIVE collective ancestors. If that’s not an indication to keep going, keep fighting, keep laughing, dancing, voguing, and keep showing up authentically - then I don’t know what is.

- it’s gonna be ok baby. pinkie promise.

#pride month #pri DEMON th #black sapphic #sapphic #nonbinary #gang fr #rainbow shit #alphabet mafia #gay shit boutta ensue fr #they/thems assemble #munch szn #pansexual ig

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quietblueriver · 11 months

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Please find below 4k of quickly written and mostly unedited pride fluff inspired by the revival news.

Happy Pride, and happy Warrior Nun, y'all. <3 <3

Ava’s first pride was with her mother. She remembers being outside, her mom’s laugh loud and generous, her joyous friends lifting Ava on their shoulders and spinning her around to take it all in, everything bathed in color. There was so much to see and hear, and she felt small but not scared surrounded by so many people, delighted when someone dancing in the parade wrapped a feather boa around her neck gently and with a wink. Her mom had taken her home before the parade was over, Ava fighting sleep and swaying against her side in the afternoon sun.

She’d felt no shame as she got older and realized that she found a wide spectrum of people and genders to be attractive. She hadn’t been raised to believe in God and her life at St. Michael’s definitely didn’t change her mind. She’d figured out real fucking quick that the nuns at St. Michael’s were full of shit. There was absolutely no way Sister Frances, fountain of hate, knew what she was talking about when it came to literally anything beyond being a fucking bitch. She sure as shit didn’t know anything about love. Ava was more likely to listen to an avocado’s directions about how to live her best life. Anyway. The nuns spouted bullshit but she knew better. She had been taught better. Like her mom’s laugh and the soft fur of her favorite tabby under her fingers, Ava clung to the memory of her mother surrounded by men and women and people dressed in bright colors and dancing, together and happy and beautifully themselves.

“Bea?”

She’s standing in front of her dresser, staring into the open drawer where she keeps her t-shirts, all neatly folded and organized vertically so that she can see each one. It’s exactly where she was when Ava left her two minutes ago, pretending she wanted a glass of water to give Bea a minute that she would deny she needed if Ava actually asked.

“Hmm?” Her eyes remain focused on the drawer, one hand fiddling absently with the thin gold chain around her neck, taking up residence where her cross used to be. She’s in one of her favorite sports bras, tight enough to have a compressive effect, and black boxer briefs, her hair still wet from the shower and in a loose braid to keep it out of her way. It’s something precious for Ava to see her this disarmed, this at home, something she thought about when she was trapped and waiting, waiting, waiting until she could come back to this world, to a real life, to Bea, in whatever capacity she would have her. The fact that Bea wants her like this, in all the ways Ava had ever hoped and in the home they’re building together, is sometimes enough to leave her breathless.

She steps into the room but leaves several feet of space between them. It’s a dance, figuring out how to love Bea best, and Ava still sometimes misses a step. As always, her instinct is to wrap herself around Bea like a koala, but she knows that Bea has to be the one to make the move right now. She would welcome Ava; she always does, but it’s different when she thinks Ava wants something. Because she was raised by shitheads, her default, when Ava wraps her up in moments like this, is to feel it like a threat: Make the right choice because this is what you have, yes, but this is also what you can lose. She had nearly had a panic attack even admitting this to Ava, stilted and red-faced and ashamed one night after a therapy session. “It’s not about you, I swear. I know you love me. I’m just not used to love like yours.” There is no part of Ava that doesn’t want to throw down with Bea’s parents.

She focuses, instead, on what she can do. It is Ava’s privilege to learn how to love Bea in the ways that let her feel it most, and right now that means standing close but not too close, a physical signal that she’s there if Bea wants her but that she has no expectations.

“You sure you want to go? It’s really, really okay if you don’t. We could just go to Rosa’s later, if something smaller would be better. Or we can stay home! No pressure, is what I mean.”

Beatrice looks at her then, eyes soft and with a small but genuine smile. The halo gives a little hum with Ava’s exhale. They’re in agreement about Bea, as always: beautiful.

“I want to go.” She turns her body to face Ava, one hand still on her chain. “I want to go with you.” Ava grins big, lets every fucking bit of affection show on her face, in her body, in the halo’s light, kept dim enough not to be outrageous in the space of their bedroom but still obvious, and Bea’s own smile grows just a little, her cheeks coloring. It’s strange in the very best way to see her be bashful. She looks down at her body and adopts the contemplative face that Ava fell in love with, all strong, sharp, serious lines and pursed lips. “I just don’t know what to wear. Is that,” she turns back to the drawer and shakes her head, “Is that silly? I feel…I feel a bit silly.”

Ava steps closer then, an offer of help, and stops just behind Beatrice at the dresser. The way she immediately leans back into Ava’s space, drops the chain to pull one of Ava’s arms around her almost absently, lets Ava know she made the right decision. Ava presses onto her toes and hooks her chin over Bea’s shoulder so that she can look into the drawer. Not that she doesn’t already know exactly what’s in there—she wears Bea’s clothes as often as her own.

“It’s not silly at all. Do you want…how, um, how on theme do you want to be?” There is nothing in Bea’s drawer that Ava would describe as loud or showy—she tends toward muted colors and conservative cuts even now that her vows are barely visible in the rearview. Still, there are options.

“I don’t think I have anything particularly appropriate? I suppose…” she reaches for a lavender t-shirt, the same one Ava had been eyeing for her, thick cotton with a front pocket and a slightly faded neckline. Ava wraps her other arm around Bea’s waist and squeezes, presses a kiss to her cheek before dropping back down. “That’s perfect, baby.”

“Really?” It’s tentative in a way that Bea rarely is, and Ava’s heart aches.

“Yes, absolutely.” She thumbs at the waistband of Bea’s underwear and bites her lip before adding, “I mean, you’re rocking this look but I figured you didn’t want to wear it out.” She feels Bea’s gentle laughter. Mission accomplished.

“No, I’m not quite there yet. Maybe next year.” She’s feeling good enough to banter, even if only a little, which loosens something in Ava’s chest. A deep breath and exhale and then she feels more than sees the shift in Bea’s demeanor, her shoulders squaring up and feet spreading evenly. There is no leather tunic, no bo, no stash of knives (well, there’s always at least one, in a boot or a waistband or a subtle sheath under her shirt and across her back but like, of course). This is a different kind of armor—the control in her body, the appearance of confidence and competence. There’s more than a little fake it til you make it happening right now, but that’s fucking great, and nobody but Ava is going to know anyway. All they’re going to see is a very hot, very self-assured human, and Ava’s going to enjoy watching Bea get flustered by the women who will absolutely be looking in a totally unsubtle way.

She presses a last kiss to Bea’s shoulder blade and then pulls away, stepping over to their closet and pulling out a pair of black jeans that are a go-to for Bea, comfortable and neat and tapered but not too tight. She lays them carefully on the bed and then steps back toward the door as Bea slips into the clothes.

She looks incredibly handsome, as always, and Ava tells her so, whispering into her ear and then kissing her soundly. Impressively, she only lets her hands wander a teeny tiny amount. Bea looks down at herself and then says, “It’s not very colorful.”

Ava bounces on her toes and claps her hands once, brings them to together to a point under her chin. “Well! I have some ideas, if you want to add a little color.” She pulls Bea into the living room and presses gently on her shoulders, sitting her on the sofa and then walking to pull a tote from one of the hooks by the door. She’d been out this morning to get them coffee and also grabbed some supplies.

“Okay, so.” She rummages through and sits her bounty one by one on the coffee table. “We have face paint, nail polish, markers, body glitter. Oh! And!” She drops the bag and bounds into their bedroom, returning with a small box that she’d nearly forgotten about. “I got you these. Pinkwashing is bullshit but like all of the proceeds go to a shelter for queer youth and also it’s Pride and these are great and you’ll look amazing in them.” She hands Bea the box and then adds hastily, “If you want to wear them! No pressure. I will obviously also look amazing in them.”

She doesn’t say the rest—that she knew Bea wouldn’t have the same kind of options as Ava, whose closet is as full of color and energy as she is. Today, she landed on high rise denim shorts and a blue cropped tank with a short-sleeve button-down, pink and purple gradient, knotted overtop. There is a streak of pink at the front of her hair, and she’d traded shoes with Rosa, who lives two doors down, for the weekend, so she’s got one pink high top and one purple. She’s a walking bi flag and she feels great about it.

Beatrice is smiling down at the box, and she pulls out the rainbow sunglasses with a grin, situating them on her face and yes, she looks very, very good and also relaxed, which is the point. Ava has no real option but to kiss her, sliding into her lap and pushing the glasses to rest in her hair.

“You’re so hot.”

She blushes, as always, and rolls her eyes a little, but she doesn’t protest, is learning through therapy and a lot of positive reinforcement from Ava to let the compliments stand even if she doesn’t quite believe them. “I love you, too.” Ava grins and kisses her nose, doesn’t move from her lap but angles her torso slightly back toward the table.

“Now. Want me to do a lesbian pride flag on your cheek? Or your arm? Or some glitter? It rolls on.” She eyes the clock. They’re going to find a spot near the end of the route, closer to their apartment, so there’s not a rush. “We still have time for nail polish, even, if you want.”

Bea situates her hands on Ava’s hips, which is excellent, and looks at the pile on the table. “Maybe a flag on my cheek?” Ava nods decisively and reaches to pick up the face paint markers. “Yes, ma’am.” She pulls the top from the orange and moves to get the best angle.

Beatrice grew up in London, so she’d seen Pride, but only from a distance. “It was the first time I heard my father use a slur,” she told Ava the afternoon that they’d seen the pride flag go up in their favorite coffee shop, head in her lap on their sofa, Ava’s fingers carding through her hair. “It was the summer after Year Two, I think. We hadn’t started summering at the house in France yet.” Ava had not, for once, teased her for using the word summer as a verb. “We were out for…something. I don’t remember, but there were people walking to the parade and we could hear the music. They looked so happy, and I couldn’t stop watching them, even though I knew I shouldn’t let my father see me. When he noticed me staring, he grabbed my arm so hard it bruised.” Ava’s fingers stopped only briefly, reaching down to rub Beatrice’s bicep, soothing a phantom pain. Beatrice took her hand and kissed her palm, soft, before putting it back in her hair. Taking the request for what it was, Ava resumed her previous motion.

“He said…he said terrible things for the rest of the walk back to the car, loud enough that I knew some of the people must have heard. I started crying, and it made him mad at me. He never…I didn’t cry often, as a child. I don’t think he knew what to do with me most of the time, but he certainly didn’t know what to do with tears. It took me a long time to stop. I didn’t know exactly why, then, but I already felt wrong.”

Ava held her tongue, scratched at Bea’s scalp in a way that sometimes made her arch her back in a distinctly cat-like movement, graceful and pleased. Beatrice hummed and after a few moments, she titled her head back and reached up to skim her fingers along Ava’s jaw.

“I’d like to go, I think. To Pride. I’d like to go with you.” Bea’s skin was warm under her lips as Ava moved from her forehead to her nose to her chin. “I’d love that, baby.”

-- They’re able to walk, which is nice because it’s beautiful out today and because it gives Bea a way to get rid of some nervous energy. She’d already been on a run that morning, but she’s always a little on edge, Ava’s sister warrior, and today is going to be amazing, Ava knows it, but it’s also going to be a lot.

Fifteen minutes into the walk, Beatrice squeezes Ava’s hand so hard she thinks maybe she’s missed some kind of danger or protestor or something. When she follows Bea’s gaze, though, she squeezes back just as tightly. A loud, brightly colored group has emerged from the subway and congregated around someone looking at their phone. While the younger members of the group wear bright colors—bow ties and skirts and dyed hair scattered throughout—the adults wear matching t-shirts, white with gigantic rainbow hearts and bold black letters:

Proud of My Queer Child

Proud of My Queer Grandchild

A little distance from the malformed semi-circle, an elderly man entertains a very excited kiddo who can’t be more than 8, blue tutu flying as they spin and spin. The man, Papa written in pink, white, and blue paint on his arm, is in a variation of the same shirt: Proud of my Trans Grandchild.

As Ava and Beatrice approach the little one stops twirling and says, exuberant and maybe a little dizzy, based on their wobbly stance, “Happy Pride!”

“Happy Pride!” Ava’s response is enthusiastic but hasty. She’s ready to move quickly, give Bea a pass on interaction, but Bea stops and smiles at them, so handsome in the sunlight, a tiny dash of sunscreen that Ava hadn’t noticed as they left the house covering some of the freckles on the right side of her nose. “Happy Pride,” she says, voice gentle as it always is with children.

“I like your glasses! But you’ve got, uh,” little fingers swipe to indicate the spot where the sunscreen is. Bea says, polite as ever, “Thank you. I have been admiring your tutu.” She turns to Ava, who lifts her fingers and blends. Beatrice cups her jaw. “Thank you, love.” Familiar and easy and unashamed.

“Dad! Micah! You ready?” A conclusion has apparently been reached by those congregated around the phone. Micah waves and then skips toward the woman who called for them, grandfather shepherding closely.

The motorcycles are loud enough that Ava feels them in her chest, and she can’t help but laugh.

Bea is transfixed, eyes glued to the group of women in front of them—colorful flags and bandanas, leather and love and butch women revving engines. The woman closest to them, in a leather vest with a Dykes on Bikes patch prominently displayed, throws her head back and laughs at something her partner, clutching her from behind, whispers into her ear.

“Dyke,” Bea whispered into the dark of their bedroom at Cat’s Cradle a few weeks after Ava’s return. They were learning each other in new ways in a new world, this life and the next all in one, and Bea was trusting Ava with another piece of herself. She explained with a pained voice and silent tears the way her father had nearly spat at her when her parents found her kissing another girl, innocent and exploring, in the kitchen. “My mother slapped me and he called me a dyke. They sent me to Switzerland the next day.”

Now, Bea wraps an arm around Ava’s waist and pulls her closer with a confidence that makes Ava and the halo want to burst. Ava wraps her own arms around Bea, squeezing, and leans up to kiss her cheek. Strong fingers catch her chin as she turns away and then Bea’s lips are on hers, sure and solid and tasting of coconut sunscreen chapstick. Ava smiles into it and leans her forehead against Bea’s as they break apart, happy and so fucking proud.

The crowd roars when the bikes start moving, the parade on its way again, and Ava joins them, yelling and unlocking her hands from Bea’s waist so that she can wave. Beatrice is quiet, but she’s smiling, really smiling, and she startles a laugh when a dyke revs at an impressively loud and coordinated wolf-whistle from a nearby section of the crowd.

They’ve been here for almost two hours—sound systems blasting Kylie and Beyonce and Janelle Monae, queer people dancing in leather and coordinated outfits and tiny, tiny swimsuits. More than one marcher has winked at one or the other of them, Ava delighted and Bea, as predicted, flustered and precious.

There are corporate-sponsored floats fucking everywhere and it’s very, very white, and Ava knows that Beatrice, who is as thoughtful in her queerness as she is in everything, will want to talk about it later. (She bravely asked Rosa and Cleo, her partner, older London natives who have been active in the queer scene since before she and Bea were born, about how to get more involved in community. And a growing stack of queer reading material—poetry and fiction and theory and memoir— sits in a neat stack on her bedside table and on two designated shelves in their living room. Ava is partial to fiction and the queer internet, but she’s happy to listen to anything Bea wants to read her, steady heartbeat in one ear and measured voice in the other.) For the moment, though, she watches and watches and watches as it all passes by.

At one point, a drag troupe dressed in habits with incredible makeup traipses by as the Sister Act soundtrack plays. Ava’s nervous for a minute, but Bea only bites her lip, expression amused rather than offended. One of the queens opens a fan with a flourish, and it’s covered in a shockingly detailed copy of The Last Supper, the disciples all in drag. A snort, ungraceful and unguarded, and then Bea is laughing so hard she’s shaking. Ava can’t look away.

By the time they enter hour three, they’re both flagging a little, and Ava wants to go home for a bit and nap because she absolutely wants to take Bea dancing tonight, so she tugs at Bea’s bicep and says loudly enough to be heard over the music (an Elton John remix?), “I’m happy to stay as long as you want, but I’m also happy to go home. I will need a nap before we go out tonight.” She does not phrase it as a question and she can’t see Bea’s eyes but she knows that they’re rolling fondly as Bea’s lips purse in amusement. “Oh, are you going out tonight?”

Ava pouts shamelessly because she knows what she wants and she knows how to get it. “We are going to a drag show and then dancing.” It’s an easier ask than Pride. They’ve done it before, even within the last month. The clubs are dark and anonymous and Bea genuinely loves dancing, and dancing with Ava especially.

Ava notices the banner of the next group before Bea can respond and nudges her quickly. “Bea. Look.” She does, immediate and reflexive, and then she keeps looking.

Christians at Pride

The groups is big, and there are colorful banners everywhere, some professionally printed and some very obviously handmade:

You are Made in God’s Image

You are loved.

Oh Happy Gay!

Thank God for Queer People

There are denominational shirts, a solid Catholic coalition packed into the middle, and at the end, a group of people whose shirts say simply: I’m Sorry. Ava has kept a close eye on Bea because, y’know, trauma, but it’s not until the end, until the I’m Sorry, that she reacts noticeably, sucking in a breath and curling one of her hands into a fist. Ava steps behind her, places a hand at the small of her back in question, and Bea reaches back for her arms.

They stand like that, Ava wrapped around her very favorite person, and watch a few more floats pass by, bass thumping up through their feet and confetti falling over them. Across the street, someone lifts a small child in a rainbow bucket hat onto their shoulders, and they sit waving and clapping happily at the queer cyclist club. The couple who have been camped next to them—Matt and Andy, about their age and into gardening and incredibly fucking cute in their tiny matching rainbow shorts and mesh tops—dips, giving them quick hugs. As they turn to leave, Andy says to Beatrice, teasing and without waiting for an answer, “See you tonight, yeah?” Ava, having resumed her previous position already, feels Bea’s laughter in her own chest.

Eventually, Beatrice turns into her and says, acting put upon but pressing even closer to Ava to be sure she knows it’s only an act, “Let’s go home and nap before we go out.”

Ava grins, victorious.

Look, Ava loves being queer. She doesn’t believe in blessings but she sure as shit believes it’s a gift to be bisexual, and she feels that deeply as she watches Bea at the bar in her slightly tighter black jeans and a fitted white tee. Her hair is down, over one shoulder, and she’s leaned forward to catch the bartender’s attention and Ava can’t believe she gets to go home with her.

She’s coming back from the bathroom, but she stops as someone slides into Bea’s space, beautifully tattooed arm reaching over to touch Bea’s elbow like it’s nothing. They’re gorgeous, newly touched-up undercut and jeans that do great things for their ass and Ava smiles as they shoot their shot.

The more they do it, the more she loves bringing Bea into queer spaces like this, because it’s where she gets the attention she quite frankly deserves and because it’s very fun to watch her navigate these interactions. Only the very smallest part of Ava wants to halo-blast this human across the room and even that is only on principle—she has absolutely nothing to worry about. More than anything, she’s happy that her partner gets some outside reinforcement for what Ava tells her all the fucking time: she’s hot.

Bea backs away immediately, says something that Ava is sure is polite but absolutely clear, and then she’s alone again. Ava makes her way over, sliding and arm around her waist and pressing a kiss to her cheek and Beatrice smiles at her and hands her a shot glass.

“Lemon drop?”

The club is full of people celebrating, evidence of the parade everywhere: sunburns and smeared paint and so much glitter. Her own arms are covered in it now, but she doesn’t mind. Ava always loves going dancing with Bea but she loves it especially tonight. They’re warm and happy and just a little bit drunk, swaying comfortably in the press of the revelry.

The music changes, an eruption as the Beyonce remix sounds through the speakers, and Bea shifts somehow closer to her, hands confidently blazing a path to the exposed skin of Ava’s waist. Ava lets her own hands roam, landing on Bea’s shoulder blades, fingers digging in as Bea breathes out against her ear, “Come home with me?”

Ava kisses her, a little filthy, and Beatrice pulls her closer. She draws back with a bite to Bea’s bottom lip and kisses a path up her jaw, lets her tongue graze skin as she answers Bea’s question the way she always does, the way she always will: “Yes.” They press out of the crowd, and Beatrice apologizes as she bumps into a crew coming into the club. “No worries, baby!” The queen is beautiful, makeup fucking impeccable, and she blows a kiss as she heads toward the bar. “Happy Pride!”

#warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #warrior nun fic

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mayra-quijotescx · 1 year

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A properly worn N95/KN95 will also protect you from doxxing attempts.

Leading with the conclusion I desperately want my fellow queer people to arrive at as Pride events start kicking off, because I know once I keep talking about how we're still in a plague, eyes will start rolling, but if you're going to take the government at its word that there is no more pandemic emergency (you shouldn't, they have literally never been trustworthy when it comes to queer public health because they see more of us dying as a good thing), at least protect yourself and others against the uptick in fascist violence against us by covering your face and helping others do the same so y'all can't be picked out of photos and hunted down after the parade/storytime/whatever.

I would be a lot happier if queer people would lead by example in terms of pandemic mitigation and inclusion of immunocompromised folks without having to be begged to do so, especially given our community's storied history of having to fight an autoimmune pandemic/mass death and disablement event effectively unassisted for over a decade while the bodies of our loved ones stacked up and conservatives joked about it being 'god's will'... but it unfortunately bears repeating that COVID is a mass death, mass disabling pandemic, there is no cure for Long COVID, and politicians didn't end COVID mitigations ASAP because it's safe to, they did it because it's cheaper to (and because marginalized populations have a higher mortality rate. Win/win, and all that's needed for the continued success of this informal eugenics program is for everyone to keep accepting the comfortable lie that it's over or that it's 'part of life' now.)

But if somehow none of that bothers you, please at least mask up so some dipshit with a camera who wants you dead can't just immediately get cracking on ruining your life. No face, no case.

#ACT-UP didn't risk everything to fight one pandemic so y'all could play games with another one while also claiming to honor them #do it for the people we lost and the people who were irreparably hurt but if you can't... can you at least do it for yourself?#the plague that never ends

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What are some other gay ships you like besides ragapom?

mae x jules from.the show devil in ohio .. i dont think ajyone understands my love for this ship and i jate how little fanfiction anf fanart tgere is of this show in general. i love this show so much devil in ohio os 5hr best show rver but i jst wsnt to say rigjt now that theg fucked the ending uo bevsude it coukd have been MORE like it shpukd hae bern MORE !!! tbe thing that happened between mae and jules was literally made up fakr drama tjat jules would have never even started at that point in their friendship, it was drama athat wpukd have nrver occured woth the way they were progresseing and the friendship stage they were in ajd i jate how it was played out it wad so fake it was so forxed and i hated it. i hated the ending i jated everything aboit the last fee episofes becaude it felt rushed it felt like the point wss to just show how fucmed this girl was and how she ruins everythinf and how manipulative she is in just 4 episodes and it wad so .. weord becsude she was progressing so well !!! itwas so out of noehere, especially taht drama between jules best friend oscar or soem bullshit and mae ??? likr its not maes failt tjat people went to her or that she got popular, and jules wpuld havr mevrr blamed it on mae at thay point becaude cjaracayer develolment had occured !!! idontknow .. i really like that ship and id love to makr fanart for it one day

claudia x grace from tbe movie my first summer. this movie was suorrduorr amaizng it was a lesbian movie i watxhed last yesr when i was on a lesbian binge mmovir and i estcbed many obscure lesbian videos ( i remdver i wtched an italian bdsm gay mpvie whrre these two girls played .. sensual sadistic hide and seek ????? it was odd .. 10/10 movie ) but ky first sumer wad greta i mens it wa sad it had an ambiguois open ending as most lesbia movies do but overall i llved itsoosmuch and tbeir kiss wss so fucking sdorsble everythinf about it wad sosos adorable and i hate hoe its not even popular ??? not many peope have wstxhe dit when its the BEST lesbian mocie ever its my favrouote literlaly ever !!! theres nnot much fsnart of fansgiction for ir rither whoch SUCKS !! i wsnt to ome dya mske it for them

laura lee x lottie from the show yellowjackets. i feel like ay this point you understand that i love my ships to have religious symbolism, something religious is going on behind it, and also, blonde x brunette !! i dontknow if aby of you have watched it but SPOILER INCOMING !!!!!!!! aftet they had their HOT AND SPICY AND HOMOEROTIC baptism scene on thwir lake i was lime woah !!! i wa ssososure they woukd have had a little will they wont they situation, a little ooo they might kiss but they probbaly wont because laura lee is cathcokix and has intrrnalised homiphobiaaas !!!! or whatrver ixonfknow bit then SHE FUCKING DIES. AND I WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW WHEN SHE DIED I STOPPED WATCHING I NEEDED TO TAKE A BREAK !!I TOOK A LOMG THREE WEK BREAK FROM YELLOEJSCKETS BECAUDE EVERYTHING I SAW, EVERYRHINF I WATCHED, EVERYTHINF REMINDED ME OF LAURA LEE AND IT HURT ME !!! IT HURT THAT I CPULDNT SEE MORR OF HER AND THAT SHE COUKDNT HAVE BEEN MORE AND THAT SHE WAS JUST THE CATHOLIX GIRL THATS ALL SHE WAS AND THATD ALL SHE DIED AS !!! AND I HATE THAT EVEN NOW I HAVE MEVER GOTTEN SO ATTACHED TO A CAHARCYRR !!! SOMETIMSI CRY REMDMEBRRONG SHES DEAD AND WILL NEVER GET TO BE MORE AND HAVE MORE AND BE COMPLEX AND SHOW HER COMPLEX THINGS !!! IT SUCKS !!!

emaline x kate from the show everything sucks. firstly, the show fucks anf i think metflix shpuld like lesbians more i mean comeon ee get ONE lesbian canon relationshio and sufdenly CNACELLED !!! we have to fucking neg for scrapes and secondly, MY FUCKING GOODDD !!!! GOOD FUCKING GOD !!! BECAUDE WHEN I SAW KATE REACH ITO HER TROUSERS WHILST LOOKONG AT THISE SEDUCTIVE PITTLR IMAGES OF WOMAN I SCREAMR DI FUCKING SCREAMED I SCREAMED LIKE A FUCKING BANSHEE AT A PRIDE PARADE !!!! I WAS SO HAPPY SHE WAS GAY !!! and when kate and emaline kissed .. i was so hapoyy i had to lause to jsut love in the moment for a bit .. theyre the best evet .. i esnt to make fanart for them .... sigh ... not enough fabart of fansfiction about them ...

enid x wednesday is also prety cute !! im not like reallyrealy imto it but its alright also im going to take a moment to beat that fucking xavierd ass i hate him do much i hope he dies its nlt even because he was a love interestedi mena that sucmed too but its becayse hes so fucking annoyong oooo my dad id alwayd on the roll or whatever and im depresseddd so i male art because im a sad fucjing srtist god go fucking get therapy stop fucking being a cunt i hate him so much

thats it .. i think .. if i remeber more ill uodate this ...

#yippeee !!!!#my ships !!!#as you can tell they are ALL blonde x brunette #and most have some little catholic spice #some religious symbolism #i fucking eat that dhit up

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dreamersbcll · 7 months

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Tolerate It

i take your indiscretions all in good fun

(this is who i am. do you still want me?)

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Tara had never been good at subtlety.

Everything about her was erratic, chaotic, undone. She had never really been able to be calm, collected, even put together. Either things happened all at once randomly, or they never happened at all.

She could never truly get a grasp on what she wanted or what she needed to say. She held onto everything by the skin of her teeth, hoping she could let go and be caught by someone who would love her regardless of her maximalist style of living.

No one ever did. But it was a nice thought to have. Maybe, just maybe, somebody would save her from herself. She didn’t mean to be so callous, so weak, so fucking undone. She wanted to be able to shut up and close her dumb fucking mouth. All she ever wanted was to be collected, quiet, and orderly.

Just like Sam once was.

But Sam wasn’t here anymore.

And sinners couldn’t beg for the life that they had chosen.

It wasn’t really a surprise that she came out to her mother by blurting it out on the phone.

While at a pride parade.

With her girlfriend Amber at her side.

One moment, she was walking the streets of San Francisco with Amber in one hand and a lesbian pride flag in the other; the next, she was lying flat on her back in a whole parking lot, wheezing.

Tara knew that going to a pride parade was risky for numerous reasons. The crowds, the protestors, the fact she was a couple hours away from home- all daunting ideas. But with her girlfriend on her arm and her best friends trailing behind her, Tara almost felt okay.

She had spent three hours getting ready the morning off, setting out the clothes and makeup she had saved up for months at the foot of her bed. Like it was the first day of school, and Tara would have the best day. In a way, it was the first day of her life, the first day of stepping into the body she was always meant to be.

The atmosphere was otherworldly. Magical, maybe. Tara didn’t really have the words for it. She could feel her heart pounding, no, fluttering like she was lightweight and truly alive. She didn’t know that seeing people just like her was a possibility- that maybe she wasn’t alone in this vast world and there were people to love and accept her for who she was.

She knows that her parents, even her big sister, wouldn't.

But if a random drag queen could bend down and pepper her cheeks with kisses and place a pride flag into her outstretched hand with a wink, maybe it would all be okay.

Since she was eleven, Tara knew that something wasn't right. She didn’t have crushes on boys, and she didn’t want a boyfriend. Disney princess movies didn’t really make sense to her, and neither did a true love's kiss. How could her true love be a man? Tara didn’t need a man. She just needed her friends and family.

Tara didn't have her family, but she did get her friends. It was when she turned thirteen that she realized what was different about her—once she found out that Amber was dating Nick Perez. And it was when she turned fourteen that she whispered her secret to Mindy and cried in her arms after.

At sixteen years old, Tara confessed her feelings, and it turns out Amber felt the same. It was fate.

Fate was good for a while. Naturally, she had to hide everything about herself from her mother- as being queer in a Latin family was a sin worse than murder. Tara could be a pedophile or go to prison for attacking someone- but it would never match up to the crime of being gay.

God loved her. But God couldn’t save her from temptation. Tara had to do that herself.

How could she do that when temptation felt so good? Not being herself would be choosing an early grave, one dug by her own hands. She knows that gay people don’t go to heaven, and they aren’t saved by God’s divine hand. She knows that she is destined for an eternity in hell, flame and terror forever.

But she couldn’t help herself.

Nobody could make her happy like Amber or make her laugh hard and true. Her girlfriend’s kisses felt like her heart was sewn back together, her touch erasing the ruler slaps and bruised knees. Despite Amber’s quick anger and brooding silences, the girl loved Tara like she was brand new. It gave Tara a reason to live, to keep going.

Maybe God would accept her. Maybe he wouldn’t smite her. Maybe, just maybe, it would all be okay.

And then her phone rang while she walked the rainbow-covered streets of Sin City. Christina Carpenter. The devil all the time in Tara’s life, the bearer of all things evil. Her mother was supposed to be on a two-week work trip out in Switzerland or Poland. Somewhere far away.

Yet Christina Carpenter always knew when something was wrong in her household. Somehow, that woman always knew. It was as if she could sniff the gay on Tara, the sin of flesh and lust. The same evil that she forced Tara to pray on her knees to absolve.

Tara wasn’t sure if the bruises on her knees or the lacerations on her heart would ever truly fade. All she knew was sinning, and all she wanted was to be forgiven.

She almost was. But despite Amber’s pleas for Tara not to answer the phone, Tara still did. Who was she to turn down the woman who gave her life, gave her the body she was destined to be? She could never say no to her mother. Blood was blood.

Even if her mother spilled most of Tara’s blood without a care.

She shakily raised the phone to her ear, swallowing hard. “Mom?”

Cold and unforgiving, Christina dug in. “¿Dónde estás? Tu teléfono dice que no estás en casa. ¿San Francisco, Tara? Explícate.”

Tara closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. Amber had pulled her into an empty parking lot, forcing Tara to sit down and breathe. Though her girlfriend could be rash and unforgiving, she still loved Tara, and it showed in moments like these.

“Mami, I, I’m out with my friends. Hay una "cosa" en San Francisco. I’ll be home later,” she slowly said, trying to breathe.

While her mom screamed in her ear about “skirting her responsibilities” and “spending the money she made for her ungrateful ass,” anger started to bubble up in Tara’s stomach.

She was so tired of being the punching bag. The scapegoat. The pincushion. The hangman of the Carpenter family. Fuck that. People like her surrounded her. Tara wasn’t alone. She had a support system. Fuck what her mom thought. Tara had a taste of freedom, and she wouldn’t let it go.

“Mami. I’m gay—a lesbian. I’m a lesbian,” she said coldly, cutting off her mother’s venomous rant.

A beat passed. Silence filled Tara’s ears besides the sound of a lively community around her. Her mother said nothing, only her breathing signaling Tara that she hadn’t hung up.

Tara swallowed uncomfortably, her hands shaking. She could feel her body grow light, signaling an asthma attack. Her breathing picked up, and though Amber looked so proud and smug, she could sense what was coming. Her girlfriend held her hand and nodded to Tara, mouthing I Am Proud Of You.

She didn’t know why she did what she did. It was rash and without thought. She loaded and folded the gun, shooting blindly, thinking that she would win and be free.

Freedom. That was never in the cards for her. She would always be the little girl begging for her mami’s attention, her love. But her mother never gave her that, only bruises and tears in her heart. Her mother took everything and offered nothing in return- and she did it with a smile on her face.

And once again, her mother did what she did best. Callously, Christina replied, breaking Tara’s heart for the umpteenth time.

“Tú no eres mi hija. Soy una madre sin hijos. No vengas a casa.”

Click.

Tara looked up at her eager girlfriend, her phone slipping out of her hand. Water welled in her eyes, hot tears washing off the glitter she had fearlessly painted onto her cheeks earlier. The pride flag she had held onto so tightly fell out of her hand, tumbling onto the ground. The colors shined back up to Tara, a previously safe place, now tainted.

She was so stupid. So stupid. She had promised herself to wait, to hold back. Coming out while in high school was a stupid idea- she had to wait until she was out and free like Sam was.

But she couldn’t help herself. She had to ruin every good thing she ever touched and taint it with the same beast that lived inside of her.

Amber reached for Tara’s face, ignoring how the girl flinched at the effort. She cupped her girlfriend’s face, rubbing at the ruined glittery makeup.

“What happened, honey? Are you free?” she whispered, smearing the rainbow that took Tara an hour to create.

Tara closed her eyes, letting her girlfriend wipe away the pride that would be the death of her anyway.

“She doesn’t want me anymore,” she half-sobbed, her heart-shattering.

She just wanted her mami. Her mami was all she had left of a broken family line. Tara just wanted her mami to love her, to want her.

That’s all she wanted.

Her girlfriend tilted her head, eyes dark. “Did she ever?” she carefully replied, her thumb smearing glitter down Tara’s face.

Flinching violently at the words, Tara curled in on herself, her hands going to her chest, nails digging into the flesh that lay above the collarbone. Amber was right. Who could ever leave her? Who could stay?

Who could ever want a tainted little girl anyway?

She whimpered, holding onto her aching heart. “I don’t know. But I didn’t want her to leave.”

Amber shook her head. “Then you were the stupid one to believe things could be different. That she could love you even though you’re a dyke. This one’s on you, Tara.”

And with that, her girlfriend walked off, presumably to find something to drink. Tara curled up on herself, her body lying on the ground, the scalding pavement burning her skin down to her bones.

It was time to practice for her afterlife anyway.

#scream #tara carpenter #fuck christina carpenter club #queer tara carpenter #lesbian tara carpenter thank you very much #coming out in a latino household… good luck #queer latinos </3 #scream gi #ao3 author

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insertlatestfictionalcrushhere · 2 years

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Modern!AU Pride with Sevika ♡♡♡♡

Going to Pride with Sevika means:

Waking up early because you are nervous as heck and eager to get ready, being met with Sevika who is still quite sleepy pulling you back into bed because she knows that you��ll tire out sooner if you begin right now.

You argue a little because there’s putting the outfit together (layers baby), doing make up and hair, eating breakfast, getting the anxiety shits out of the way, etc…

But she’s smooth, so she tightly hugs you, rubbing circles into your back and pressing lazy kisses wherever her mouth is closest to on you.

You don’t resist much after that.

Fast forward to later in the day, you’re pumped and dancing happily while making breakfast. Sev keeps chuckling at your silly moves but relishes in seeing you so happy.

You do a twirl with a pan in hand, and manage to gracefully slide the egg off without missing the beat of the music playing loudly throughout your home.

Sev grabs hold of you once you put down the hot pan, and pulls you toward her seat and into her lap.

Queue the gushing and the blushing

“You gotta stay still and eat breakfast. Save your energy for when we get there”

You roll your eyes playfully but ultimately agree and settle down a little bit (not all the way, we gotta stay pumped!)

Sharing breakfast from the same plate. It’s extra cute and you soak in the precious moments of her putting a piece of toast into your mouth. You do the same and laugh when you miss, leaving smudges of egg yolk or fruit around her mouth.

“Oh funny funny, but now you have to clean it.”

“I can do that”

Yea, you know already, you lick it off which leads to some light kisses which lead to some heavier kisses because today was about love and you both felt it immensely.

“Ya know we could find a different way to celebrate pride…won’t be as many people but I don’t think you’ll mind.”

Oooo that is H A R D to resist because she kisses you so well, and she knows that she can melt you into a puddle if she wanted.

Some heavy breathing later you barely BARELY manage to utter how much you want to go to PRIDE because you’re excited and have never gone with anyone before and you really want to show her off.

That last part makes her cock her head a little and smile at you with genuine affection. Gods you wished you had a camera cause she was so fucking pretty right in that moment.

Eventually, you both transition to the bedroom

Not for that

But to get ready finally.

Sev keeps it simple, wearing a crop top with the phrase “I like my tequila straight and my girls gay” and some cargo pants. She sports a pair of shades and a rainbow fanny pack across her shoulder packed with things either of you might need in a pinch.

You go all out in a skimpier type style – a rainbow bralette with a matching leather harness over your chest, and a rainbow bikini type bottom with fishnets to boost.

Oh no! Sevika was not ok with the look at first because it showed so much skin!

WRONG

This woman is high class. You were nervous to show her the outfit the day you got it because of receiving backlash before from others over the showier stuff you had worn. But upon stepping out from the closet, she grinned immediately and asked you to do a 360.

“You look so hot right now. Make sure you bring sunscreen when we go so you don’t get burned. You better take it off now or it won’t make it to Pride.”

You might’ve been up late that night….

After finishing your hair and makeup, you both walk towards the door going down the checklist of items to bring along. Your minds and chemistry click well so this simple action became quite routine and has helped you both a lot.

Arriving at Pride has you giggling with excitement, adrenaline coursing through at seeing so many people celebrating love of all kinds.

You hastily grab Sev’s hand and begin merging into the parade of people.

As you walk along, she hoists you up onto her shoulders (with ease might I add) and the both of you are shouting and laughing and having fun.

People are amazed at how well she can practically throw you around like a rag doll but you find it quite fun whenever she does. Makes for some good times in the bedroom.

Lots. Of. Kisses. Because you both want to! Because people are asking to take photos! Because of homophobes screaming that you burn in hell so you both DEFINITELY make out in front of them for a while until they get uncomfortable!

Sev almost getting into a fight with some particularly aggressive homophobes because of them targeting you with insults.

You pulling her back because they aren’t fucking worth either of your time and that you’re really fine, the insults don’t bother you.

She double checks a few minutes later once some distance has been put between you and the homophobes. “Are you sure you’re ok? I’ll turn around and make ground beef out of them. You want a hug? We can head out if you need space.”

You hug her tightly because this level of caring is out of this world and fills your heart up so much and you couldn’t be happier knowing you had her.

Fast forward some more and lots of pictures are being taken. Of the both of you. Of you guys plus others. Of you alone cause you’re rocking your outfit and you’re incredibly hot (don’t you dare shake your head, you are.) many pictures of Sev because she’s a muscle mommy and people are blushing on site.

You try not to get too jealous and it helps that after every picture, she turns back to you with a smile and wraps her arms around your waist and gives you a big ol’ smooch (she can sense the jealousy a little).

There’s some marriage proposals!!

You can’t help but get teary eyed at the scene because it’s just so touching and is the cherry on top of today.

Your hands absentmindedly tug at Sev’s shirt as you watch because it’s just too much. You look at her all pouty, almost suggestively hinting with your eyes that you want her take note.

She chuckles and a lil roll of the eyes but ultimately holds you close and kisses your forehead.

“You know I’m gonna marry tf outta you one day.”

As the Pride event comes to a close, you’re both exhausted from the amount of energy the day has sucked up (but there are no complaints). A few have approached asking to keep in touch to have brunch some day soon because it was a thrill to share the experience together.

Getting home late and ordering take out only for the both of you to soon collapse on the couch side by side, bellies full, and hearts overflowing.

You lazily turn your head to look at Sev, and she soon follows.

This one last moment of looking deeply into each other’s eyes, no words needed to express just how much you both enjoyed today.

The night ends with light whispers of “I love you” before nodding off to sleep.

A/N: Happy Pride y’all!! I know it’s pretty late in the month to be saying it but I’ve been wanting to post this one forever. Also I've never been to pride so if some of this is inaccurate, I'm sorry ;-;. If you went to Pride, I hope it was wonderful! If you didn’t, like me, I hope you still found a way to celebrate! I hope you all know that you are valid, you are loved, and the world is a better place with you in it! All the kisses! All the hugs! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

#arcane #sevika #sevika arcane #sevika is my wife #sevika x reader #arcane x reader #arcane lol #arcane fanfic #lol arcane #sevika x y/n #piltovers finest #fanfic

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megaawkwardhuman · 10 months

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THE NEWEST EPISODE DWWHIOHIODWOHIWDDIHOWDHOIWDIOHOJBOOJBODSDBOOSDODSBOSDBODSBOBOSD

OH MY GOD I LOOOOOOOOOVED IT

whoops I ended up rambling for too long soooo my thoughts below

after the whole "oh shit guillermo fucked up" shit the last two episodes I think this is a nice breather

everything that happens this episode slaps

the pride parade? SLAPS

body swap? SLAPS

testing guillermo's powers? SLAPS

jealous nandor? SLAPS

nandor going to space? SLAPS

laszlo going out in the sun? SLAPS

nadja's ghost being a cringefail trying to get laid? SLAPS

weird ass colin nadja head thing? SLAPS BUT MY EYES WILL NEVER RECOVER

hotel? TRIVAGO

to give my thoughts in a bit more detail (going in order top down)

LOOOOOVE how one of the first people sean and charmaine thought of going to is the vamps

I know it's a political thing but like honestly? props to sean for the whole parade! now you need to realize how fucking queer you are for laz-

BODY SWAP BODY SWAP BODY SWAP BODY SWAP BODY SWAP BODY SWAP BODY SWAP BODY SWAP BODY SWAP BODY SWAP

Y'ALL HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME DWDWDDEEBFEIBJFIBJIBJIIBFEBIF

I LOOOOVE SEEING THE SMALL CHANGES ACTORS MAKE DURING BODY SWAP EPISODES

LIKE I LOVE HOW YOU CAN TELL NATASIA IS PLAYING NADJA DOLL AND NOT JUST SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT NADJA

AND THE WAY SHE BRIEFLY PLAYED COLIN?!??1 FUCKING SCREAMINGGGGGGG

ok glad they revealed the wings beforehand cuz now they only look slightly disgusting

also seeing what guillermo can and can't do will always excite me

MEMO ACTUALLY HAS SOME POWERS AAAAAAAAAAIENBIUDJAIBBF

So my theory about them basically pulling a giving your younger sibling an unplugged controller and telling them that they're helping with nandor was correct

SPEAKING OF NANDOR AAAAAAAAAAIJBEWDBIDEBEDWBBIUFEBIUFEIBUFRIBB

HE ADMITTED TO BEING JEALOUSSSSSSSS

LIKE IF THIS WAS NOT THAT MANY SEASONS AGO HE WOULD HAVE DENIED IT SOOOO HARD WE LOVE CHARACTER GROWTH

and overall I FUCKING LOVE SEEING HIM BE JEALOUS

laszlo walked around in guillermo's sweat

laszlo walked around in guillermo's sweat and we're not talking about it as much as we should

LASZLO GOING OUT IN THE SUN AFTER CENTURIES OF NOT SEEING IT AAHBEHBIDWAASISBSQISQAQQSSQAOFEODFOOFEINENEINO

there's something just really wholesome seeing him play at the beach :)

THE WHOLE NANDOR GOING TO SPACE TO IMPRESS GUILLERMO IS JUST FUCKING HILARIOUS

it took nandor's bare ass for us to learn guillermo CAN say god (for now) but it will make him cough small things small things

THE WHOLE SPEED DATING THING WAS FUCKING HILARIOUS

I was expecting the nadja seducing colin scene to be more unconfinable then it ended up being

speaking of unconfinable THE COLIN NADJA HEAD THING OFEJJONDFHOFROBIJHGRBHOIRGOBIJBOVVRBOIT

FUNNY BUT ALSO MY EYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

AND THE ENDING IS JUST SOEIBJFEFXVGIUFEEDGUIEFVIHR3VIYHFE3VISIRGUSDVIHFKDGOUVGIT

THEY'RE ALL SO FUCKING HAPPYYYYYYYYYYY

I will remember this episode when this season enviably stabs me in the heart

this is the most episode of all time

#CAN'T WAIT FOR WHAT ELSE THIS SEASON HAS IN STORE ODSOJBEFHOIJT3EHFEWBFEUOBFEFEFBUEFBJ #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #laszlo cravensworth #nadja of antipaxos #colin robinson #wwdits spoilers #wwdits season 5 #wwdits season 5 spoilers #wwdits s5 #wwdits s5 spoilers #throwing up my thoughts onto tumblr again #I'M HAVING SO MANY THOUGHTS AND FEELING SO MANY EMOTIONS #NOBODY TALK TO ME I'M IN HYPER GAY VAMPIRE BRAINROT MODE

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potato-jem · 11 months

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hello nero my beloved soulmate!!!

i have pride stories!!! i went to pride this saturday and it was so much fun i need to tell you all about it!!!

well first of all i really hate that i had to work in the morning because it made me so tired and it was the first weekend of sales so yea, not fun. but anyway, my friend picked me up at 3pm and we got to florence. we had to park pretty far from the meeting point and then take a bus, and it was amazing because we were totally lost looking for that bus and at some point we see a bus full of people with rainbow flags, glitter, signs, flower crowns, rainbow stickers and temporary tattoos and all of that. and we just went in, no questions asked. we just figured we’d follow them out of the bus too 😂 i love our people honestly. we were so colorful

anyway we got to the meeting point and it was deadly hot. i swear there were like 45 degrees. but it was so amazing to be around all of those people dressed in all colors and wearing all sorts of things we’d usually be judged for, it felt so safe. except that there was a religious protestor so we got to give him the finger like the heartstopper cast did :)

also my sister came with me. she’s always so supportive and it meant the world that she came with me. anyway the parade started and there were some amazing floats. there were rainbow families, drag queens, all the lgbtqia+ associations from our territory and we started walking behind this float that had amazing music, so we started dancing and singing and it was so much fun!!! we got to talking with some people, there were some amazing signs that were just perfect and i had to go there and tell them how much i loved them :) it was just so fun, i loved meeting random people and it was just the perfect environment. at night there was also a dj set and a band singing to keep the show going!!

then when we were walking back to the bus stop at night we got the whiplash of not being surrounded by queer people anymore. we got catcalled like fifteen times in the span of three minutes. i kinda wanted to punch everyone because we had such a perfect day and i hated that we had to go back to the real world where people are shit 🥲

but still i got so many amazing memories and now all i want to do is book a flight to london for next year and have you come with me so we can celebrate together and see the heartstopper cast!!!!

also, i got a new tattoo yesterday!! and i actually had red white and royal blue with me to distract me so i almost finished the book again and cried in from of my tattoo artist lol it took me the whole day again and it was so painful but so worth it!!! i got medusa on my leg 😻

also, as to our previous letter i just wanted to say that of course i believed in you!!!! i knew you could do it!! but i can definitely believe you had to close your eyes to open that message 😂 getting grades back is always so stressful!! now manifesting a spot for the exchange 🕯️🕯️🕯️ i really hope you get it!!! it’s an amazing experience, you’d definitely love it!!!

and i’m really glad you found someone who specialises in what you need. it can take a while to find the right therapist but i hope this one works out!!

(i’m also writing down sydney and melbourne for when i’m rich enough to visit 😂 i literally booked a flight for august and my bank account kinda yelled at me to stop spending money i don’t have lol)

anyways i’m really sorry i’ve been away for so long, i had a crazy week between the beginning of seasonal sales, pride and the tattoo appointment. i kinda didn’t have time to do anything 🥲

i’m giving you a hug and some homemade chocolate chip cookies with biscoff cream on top <33

hello cece my beloved soulmate!!!!

oh my god i've been so excited to hear about this!!!

that sucks you had to go to work, boo!!! but at least you were off early enough to still go to pride!!!! and how cool that you got to share the experience of going on the bus with all the queer people!! i bet there was no straight and/or cis people on that bus 😂😂😂 just follow the rainbow!!

hot days are the worst, but pride would have made it so much better. i would not be focused on how sweaty i was or the temperature with the amount of queer joy happening around me! it's so wonderful that in a parade full of people and colour that you were able to feel so incredibly safe, and it would have been such an intimate moment for you! and fuck that religious protestor, i'm so glad you gave him the finger. the heartstopper cast would be so proud of you :')

oh that warms my heart that your sister came!!! that was so nice of her to come with you!! the floats sound amazing, and the singing and dancing!!! i am feeling some of the joy through my screen!! seriously, cece, this sounds like the most incredible time. i want to cry just thinking about you having so much fun with your friend and your sister, celebrating your queerness and talking to new people and singing and dancing like there's no one else around 🥲🥲🥲

the trip home must have been so dull in comparison! and how dare those people catcall you, i hope you gave them the same treatment as that religious protestor because seriously what the fuck.

the only thing that matters now is that you had a safe and wonderful time at pride and you can cherish those memories for the rest of your life! and yes, we must do it!! i will literally stay for an extra month just to go to pride in london with you <3

oh my god yay!!! i bet the medusa tattoo looks so cool! and yes reading rwrb while getting tattooed is properly not your best idea, but i'm already rereading rwrb any chance i get to annotate it fully before the movie so i can't say much 😂

okay, cece, i must let you know, because i said to myself i would let you know as soon as i could. but this morning, i woke up (quite late actually). i checked my watch for my notifications. i see an email waiting for me. i die a little inside realising it is from the exchange team at my university. i run out to grab my phone from where i charge it. i speed past my mum. i unlock my phone. i open my email and click on the newest one. and.... I GOT A SPOT EARLY!!! AT MY FIRST UNIVERSITY TOO!!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??? i'm still in so much shock and i thank you for your manifesting and belief in me!!! oh my god i have so much to do before then (mostly saving money ngl 😂) but oh my god cece, i'm going to england for exchange!!!!!!

me too!! i just need to find the time to get a referral, so i can go and see them!!

(literally sydney and melbourne are lowkey expensive, but it is totally worth it!! and i would be more than happy to tell you where to go and where to stay! <3)

do not apologise!!! we are all busy! i am literally working the equivalent of a full time job over the next two weeks and i'm also dogsitting over the weekend :') pray for my poor soul.

i'm giving you the biggest hug i hope contains the same warmth as pride and i'm fighting off your customers so you can have a few moments to breathe <3333

#nero attempts to socialise #cece my beloved!!!#<3333

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fefairys · 1 year

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IN HONOR OF PRIDE MONTH. HOW WOULD PSY CHARACTERS CELEBRATE? BECAUSE I DONT SEE PSY ENJOYING LARGE PRIDE EVENTS. BUT IM SURE MELODY WOULD LOVEEEEE THEM

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HOW EACH OF THE GANG CELEBRATES PRIDE MONTH:

MELODY goes to as many pride events as she can find the time and money for of COURSE. she THRIVES at pride !!!! imagine being these people carrying her rn. imagine Melody Paramore comes up to you at pride and asks if you can carry her on your shoulders. not pictured: the crowd of like 50 lesbians surrounding her trying 2 get a turn (also i didnt mean for it to be rainbow dash but it was looking like rainbow dash and Juice was like PLEASE make it rainbow dash for real. also that's NOT dave strider i swear to god)

JETT is afraid of large crowds and also has arthritis so he doesn't go out to big events like Melody does... it loves seeing all those classic pride posts resurface on tumblr tho. and will justify buying nice little objects and treats for himself since it's GAY and deserves a little TREAT for PRIDE MONTH!!!

PSY doesn't do shit for pride month. they just sit at home alone and play video games. like they always do.

I was gonna draw one for Guy but i ran out of steam. But basically he's the biggest ally ever and he goes to pride parades just to show support and hand out water and carries a first aid kit and sunblock and everything for anyone who might need anything. he also makes cupcakes to bring for everyone. also he has a little ally pin that he wears on his tank top so imagine i drew that. he's just suuuuuuch a good ally. that's why he loves being at pride so much. 👍

what TATE does to celebrate pride goes against tumblrs community guidelines.

#psy comic #psy webcomic #melody paramore #jett ash blood shadow #psy quizon #navi quizon #guy magtibay #tate baker #cats ocs #my art #asks #anonymous #hs reek anon #psy asks

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WIP ask game: I need to hear about Green is just not your color Eddie - (Buck x Josh with jealous Eddie during s5) pls!!!!

You were the first one to ask about it, followed by @pirrusstuff so here we go: (honestly, this is more dialogue than anything)

Buck waits until Josh has his seat belt on before taking off into LA’s night traffic. “Seriously, Buck. I really appreciate you taking me home.” “No problem.” Buck shrugs his shoulders. “Besides, it saves me from Maddie asking more questions about the Taylor thing.” “I swear, dating gets harder and harder to do these days.” Buck can tell, just from his tone of voice, that Josh rolled his eyes with that last comment. “Tell me about it. So far, all my Tinder matches have been interested in having one night stands and nothing more. I just gave up on dating apps.” Buck shakes his head. “Urgh, don’t even mention dating apps to me please. I swore off them after that last time with the asshole that took us hostage.” “Oh, god. Shit, I’m so sorry for bringing that up, Josh.” “It’s okay. He’s in jail and I’m free.” Josh sighs. “I’m grateful that we have such a great therapist. But tell me, How bold have you Tinder dates been?” “Where to start. There was this one girl that the first thing she asked when she got to the restaurant was if it was going to be at my place or hers, not even a ‘Hi, nice to meet you in person’.” “Gotta admire that she went straight to the point.” “No kidding. Oh, there was this one guy that as soon as he got to the meeting place he wanted to get down to business in an alley.” Buck grimaces, he still remembers how upset the guy got when Buck refused to just drop on his knees and suck him off. “I think that was the worst of them all.” “I’m sorry. Hold on… a guy?” “Yeah, the dude just grabbed my hand and tried to pull me into this disgusting alley.” “Hold on. I don’t want to mislabel or anything, Buck are you… queer?” “Oh, yeah, I’m bisexual. I thought you knew, Maddie never mentioned it?” “How would I know? And no, she never mentioned it.” “But, back when she first invited you for poker night, you said something about her setting us up, I thought you knew.” “I didn’t!” They stay silent for a bit, Buck letting Josh process the news. “Well, let me just say, thank you for telling me.” “It’s not a big deal for me. I don’t really hide it, but I also don’t go around telling people. It’s just part of who I am." “No, yeah, of course I get it.” He can see Josh smiling at him when he takes a quick glance at him. “I’m so dragging you to Pride next year.” Buck laughs at that. “You know what? I’m in, in all my years living here, I’ve never been to the parade.” “Yes! That’s the spirit.” They spent the rest of the drive talking about Pride and other nonsensical topics. Buck really likes talking with Josh, he’s a bit older than him, but almost everyone else in his life is. He would really like to get to know Josh more outside of the times Maddie invites him to hang out. “Well, this is me. Again, thank you so much for the ride.” Josh says, taking his seat belt off. “Josh, wait a minute.” Buck stops him just as he was opening the door. “What’s the matter?” “So, umm, now I know that you were kind of joking back then on poker night, but uh, what do you say we give it a go?”

I'm going to share a little secret with you... I just wrote all that, took me about an hour xD

That's what I love about these games, they make me write so that I can share stuff.

#fic: green is just not your color Eddie #jealous eddie #buddie #evan buckley x josh russo #evan buckley #josh russo #Ladydorian answers

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ALL TUMBLR PPL PLEASE REPOST THIS ANYWHERE U CAN! THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE PROTESTS ABT THIS BC IT'S PRIDE! This can't go on for any longer. TW: p0l1c3, h0m0ph0b14, tr4nsph0b14

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Qween Jean, a Black and Trans community leader was arrested at a PEACEFUL march for Trans Liberation on May 31st, 2023. AS SOON AS THEY GOT THERE there was lots of police and they arrested Qween Jean. I'm not sure if she's out yet as I can't find info on tht. On instagram it says to bail support at 7th precinct 191/2 Pitt St, New York, NY, 10002

This can't keep happening, there needs to be nationwide peaceful protests abt this!! Demonstrations need to be everywhere!!!! IT HAS BEEN 53 YEARS SINCE THE FIRST PRIDE PROTEST! I say protest bc PRIDE STARTED AS A PROTEST! It can ONLY be a parade when we truly get our rights. We can't celebrate until we see our victory. Like, our victory is in the bag bc good ALWAYS wins but we need to take ACTION!

ALSO, ANOTHER THING! NOTE HOW WHEN THE NYPD GOT KICKED OUTTA PRIDE, THEY STARTED ARRESTING AND STUFF! If they actually cared they would let this go on. They would actually do smth and hold their own protests for police brutality and etc to stop. Ik there are good police out there who are actually helping out the communities but lets be honest, the system is screwed up. There is far too much corruption. You KNOW it's bad when even little kids are scared of the police! No, not bc they may look intimidating. But because they are literally scared for their life. Same thing with guns. I was walking home from the bus stop when I was in like 6th or 7th (i forgot) and I thought I saw a gun in someone's car tht was parked in front of me and I was scared to the bone. Thankfully it wasn't a gun, it was smth else.

Anyways I'm getting kinda off topic. But yk what I mean right? (if u got any questions, do ask, my dm's and comments are always open! ^w^)

I'm just so sick tht the stuff tht should be in HISTORY BOOKS is happening right in front of my eyes. Like there have been sm protests and stuff against this for FAR, FAR longer than I have been alive!!! (Ik im only 16 but still this is a srs outrage)

It srsly sucks that this is the world I gotta grow up in.

SO THAT'S WHY WE GOTTA CHANGE IT!

Any action u do can help the world change fod the better. Never miss an opportunity to do good! (big or "small")

SOOO! If u can, go to a local protest! Try to put ur community first, yk? Also, reblog this post and spread awareness about these kinda issues. I'd love to go to a protest buttt I do not have supportive parents and I don't have a car. ALSO, remember tht every act of kindness counts. And dont just keep it to ur friends. Support good local businesses, give compliments to everyone u meet, cheer ppl up, listen to others, donate to GOOD, TRUSTWORTHY charities, do NOT give canned food to food banks bc they need actual food, so give them money, and give homeless ppl money too yk? Ppl are like "WHAT IF THEY SPEND IT ON DRUGS AND STUFF?" Well ofc yea tht's a possibility but who says they won't spend it on what they need? Yk? Basically be a good person, support queer ppl and poc ppl, etc. The world needs sm more kindness. People say "HAH friendship, love, and kindness is such a simple concept tht's not needed". The fact tht it's simple says everything. If we had more of tht, all these issues would cease to exist.

Also, another thing:

PROTEST SAFETY RULES!!

Take water and stay hydrated! If someone doesn't have water and u have some to spare, waterfall it.

Keep face masks and switch your phone to airplane mode. This is a surveillance country. They know how to find you. And if u take pics, make sure tht ur location is extremely hard to pinpoint.

If a police officer arrests u, know ur miranda rights and STAY SILENT AND BE CALM! They will use what they can to take it against u. You have to think a stairway ahead of them. They can't say anything if u don't say anything! And justice will be served so dw, God's with you. Also, yes u can say ur manners like thank you and excuse me.

Again, please repost this everywhere u can.

Remember,God loves u ALL, no ifs ands or buts. ACAB and love is love. Trans rights are HUMAN RIGHTS!!!!!

You matter and the right to speak and protest is a human right. This is our world and we have the power to change it!

(also please tell me if I got anything wrong in this post)

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