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So an important thing about all those times some conservative paper is writing about how "SOME MOVIE/SHOW IS ANTI-CHRISTIAN LGBT PROPAGANDA!" and then it turns out the thing has, like, one scene where it's implied one character is trans or a high school guy mentions his offscreen boyfriend... This isn't an overreaction, exactly, though it often gets called that.
Because it's never as "bad" as you'd expect from all that. The new peanuts film doesn't star "Chelsea Brown", a transfemme lesbian who uses neopronouns and is in a polycule with three (possibly weed-smoking) girlfriends. As amusing as that'd be... It's always just one lesbian who had a chaste kiss with her wife at a birthday party.
Instead the correct takeaway is that they are telling on themselves exactly how much LGBT content they think is too much:
Any.
The amount of LGBT representation they think is correct is none. It doesn't matter how respectable it is, if they're married, if it's just the most sexless thing you've ever seen, if it's just hinted at and not stated outright or shown... It's too much.
And that's important because it's not exactly what they are saying. They are saying "this has gone too far, this is too much", which might cause people in the middle to agree with them. Someone might go "maybe there is a bunch of naked gay men in the new episode of The Candy Bunch Kids, that doesn't seem appropriate for my 4 year old".
But that's never the case (with the possible exception of the original unpatched SimCopter). It's how they're arguing, yes, but they're arguing it based on the most basic of representation.
And that's an important thing to remember when it comes to things like the "kink at pride" debate. Even if they're saying "this has gone too far, this is too much", there's no amount that you can restrict yourself to that'll make them happy.
You can't win this game; They're lying about the rules. So be yourself proudly and loudly. They'll complain just as much, don't listen to them.
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SCOTUS will rule on anti-LGBT discrimination laws tomorrow on the basis of a case where a web designer was asked to make a site for a gay wedding. Anyway the man who supposedly asked is straight, already married, and never talked to her, and it appears the entire incident was fake. They made up a gay couple to sue and it went all the way to the Supreme Court, the legitimate institution we must all respect
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keep thinking about the bone-chilling possibilities of a gay Eddie reading with Jason Carver’s religious fanaticism. Like, we already have the implicit stuff with the satanic panic and Eddie being the head of a “cult” that “warps minds”; Chrissy and Jason symbolising the all American heterosexual ideal, and Chrissy is then, in Jason’s eyes, defiled and destroyed in Eddie’s home.
like for a lot of s4 i was almost convinced we were building up to a final (possibly fatal) Jason and Eddie confrontation scene, especially considering the near miss Eddie has with Jason right before Patrick’s death.
i’m imagining Jason charging into the scene, beyond all reason, starts spouting bible quotes as if that will stop Eddie’s “murders.” and picturing that with the potential of Eddie being Vecna’s fourth victim? like the awful timing of Eddie being under Vecna’s curse while Jason is chanting scripture and Jason believing that he’s bringing about Eddie’s “divine retribution”? Nauseating.
#gay eddie munson#homophobia cw#jason carver#eddie munson analysis#jason carver analysis#eddie munson
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This may be the "best" image on the internet
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You cannot fuck the future, sir. The future fucks you.
#honourable mentions: the way alma says 'farnums absurd restaurant'. 'ill motherfuck you'#deadwood#al swearengen#ian mcshane#deadwoodedit#perioddramaedit#paula malcomson#tvedit#hboedit#perioddramacentral#homophobia cw#dan dority#w earl brown
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Okay. I'm in the middle of my Xena rewatch, and I'm on A Family Affair, and can we talk about the scene where Xena meets Gabrielle's parents?
Xena: So, how's she been?
Gabs' dad: Without you? Just fine.
Xena: I meant, after everything she's been through.
Gabs' dad: You should know. Seducing her away from home with your heroics, filling her head with strange ideas. How's she been? Changed forever.
Like! This is the most obvious metaphor for a parent/family that can't accept their gay kid, and by extension, their gay kids' partner. And I think it's really well executed. It hits close to home, but it feels like the person writing it gets it. Y'know. Which, given that Liz Friedman co-wrote this, tracks. She knew what the fuck she was doing here and it's so well done.
Anyway, I needed to just simply gush lightly about it. I will literally never get over the fact that this show portrays both the joys and the hardships of a lesbian relationship better than more explicit shows today. I'll never get over it!
#another one for the people that refuse to see xenagabs' relationship as gay: you have no media literacy pfff#bro it's been 2yrs i am never getting over this show#ooo silly eppysode gabrielle's monster grandson is wreaking havoc... get fucking BLASTED by this emotional relatable metaphor#and then watch the most romantic fucking reuniting scene you'll ever watch in your damn life#xena warrior princess#homophobia cw
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Okay so it turns out the video my friend me sent on Hobie's age was from back when the film was still in development and i'm truly sorry for spreading misinfo and accusing the Spiderverse crew of things they haven't done(making Ghostpunk an age gap ship).With that said,i want to adress just how weirdly the fandom treats Punkflower.Hobie has never been an adult-His concept dosen't count because it was just that,a CONCEPT.It was never canon,just an idea the crew toyed with and decided against.He dosen't act like he's grown,he acts like a normal rebellious and cool teenager and i would know because i have many friends who are teens.He LOOKS like one too,there's nothing especially mature looking about his design,he's literally just tall.He was even a teen in his only other incarnation(the og Spiderverse comics).So why do y'all scream 'prosh*p!!!' when he gets shipped with his best friend who's two years younger than him tops?I've seen two reasonings for this:
They hate that Miles is getting shipped with another boy because 'He likes Gwen in canon,stop erasing interracial rep!!!!' as if plenty of Punkflower shippers don't also ship Chaiflower,with all three boys as a polycule being a fairly common ship.They think interracial rep only counts when it's guy of color x white girl and don't care to consider that poc4poc ships where both are the same race are even less represented than them
And adult Hobie simps who want to not feel like creeps for being into a black minor.Literally over half the times i've seen someone calling Punkflower a prosh*p it's been by Hobie x Reader blogs who're adult women and it's always on posts that have evidence that he's meant to be in his late teens.They're so defensive because they KNOW he's a kid and can't handle that they're so badly adjusted that they're not even into guys their own age
Like,i've yet to meet a Punkflower shipper who thinks Hobie is an adult.I'm not saying they don't exist but i actively go looking for Punkflower content because Atsv is one of my hyperfixation's and it's my otp for the franchise and not once have i seen Miles with Hobie as an adult.Creepy content?Yes and i hate the people who make it with the rage of several kryptonian suns but never Hobie being a ped0phile so they're obviously a very small part of the fandom.We KNOW he's a 16/17 year old because we fucking watched the movie and saw he was designed and written as one.Maybe instead of throwing around ped0philia apologism accusations like they're nothing-especially since this one's fanbase is full of minors,you should wonder why you're so desperate to turn exploring a potential romance between two black boy characters who've had zero adult adaptions into a homophobic stereotype.Just sayin'
#punkflower#t4t punkflower#pro punkflower#miles morales#hobie brown#miles morales deserves better#hobie brown deserves better#spiderman#spiderpunk#spiderverse#atsv#atsv spoilers#age gap cw#homophobia cw#antiblackness cw#letters from summer
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thanks gerard (x)
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This week we're talking queerness in TTRPGs! In 1993, Clanbook: Nosferatu, a supplement for the roleplay game Vampire: The Masquerade included this guy, "The Equalizer", a canonically gay vampire who has devoted his 'life' to protecting the oppressed members of society.
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How would Nancy and Steve protect Robin from homophobic attacks?
I love this question. I love the idea of Steve and Nancy being kind of her... "protectors" in a way? The way she cried out their names and they both rushed to help her when the vines caught her... something in my cold heart melted. She's their lil soft bby lesbian, they must protecc (particularly love this in omegaverse AUs in which they're both alphas and Robin is an omega... ik it's not everyone's cup of tea but I adore it). I love the idea of Robin having two soulmates who recognize the danger she's in and how everyone will come after them if They Know so they promise to themselves (!! or each other!!) that they'll keep her safe.
Specifically, I'm thinking of a scenario in which Nancy and Steve kinda don't like each other. Maybe there are still hard feelings after their breakup, and they kinda give each other the side-eye, feeling uncomfortable when they need to share a space or when they're alone in a room without everyone else there making plans and stuff.
But every now and then, they find Robin being cornered at school, her head low, trying to make herself invisible and small as boys taller than her make horrible comments about frigid little dyke needing to see what she's missing, and Steve and Nancy don't even think. They walk up to where she is and push the boys away, eyes dark and voice severe, warning them to never come near her again if they know what's good for them. Boys often reply with something along the lines of "careful, Harrington, seems like your dyke girlfriend's got a hard on for Wheeler here", but they leave nevertheless. Robin remains silent, hugging herself, and mumbles a quiet "can you take me home?" or "can I stay over tonight?" She doesn't like being alone when these things happen, and she's reached a level of trust with Steve and Nancy in which she's comfortable seeking comfort from them, so she'll end up having dinner with both of them (because neither of them want to leave her, even if it means enduring each other's company). Steve will cook something while Nancy sets the table, hesitantly rubs her back and asks if she's okay, and then they'll watch a movie - Robin nestled between the two of them, playing with Steve's fingers or with the sleeves of Nancy's cardigan - touch and hand-holding has always been one of her love languages, especially when it comes to fear and comfort. Whether she falls asleep on Steve or Nancy's shoulder depends on the night, but regardless of it, Steve will carry her to bed and Nancy will tuck her in. They have this little routine, in that way. Nancy will lovingly observe her, kneeling before her bed, and very softly she'll tuck a strand of hair behind her ear while she sleeps. And Steve will stand nearby, arms crossed, watching both of them, a question in his expression, and heartbreak in Nancy's. They share a look - they can't let her face this alone. They can't let her get hurt. The entire world will be after her, and she needs them. Both of them. Because predatory jokes and insinuations are not her biggest problem - Jason Carver had given her a black eye a few months back because he saw her having a chat with his girlfriend (he attacked her in the way you'd attack a man, not a woman), and Billy Hargrove had made his intentions clear with her when she made the mistake of going with Steve to a party, and he saw her, and licked his lips, and he'd grabbed her by the back of her neck and told her he could help her with her problem. Robin's dark, self-deprecating jokes nowadays always hinted at something somber in her future - "okay, but don't cry when they find me dead in a ditch" or "Steve and I share the whole 'possibly becoming moms agaist our will' curse", and it always makes Steve and Nancy uncomfortable.
They might not get along nowadays, but they both adore Robin with their entire hearts. If it meant Nancy had to start keeping a gun in her glovebox, or that Steve had to make sure to never take his eyes off her at social gatherings, they'd do it. If it meant spending time together just to be with her, so she'll always remember she's not alone, they'll do it. Anything for her.
Safe to say that they always drive her to and from school and work, especially at night. Nancy has started cycling again just so she can be with Robin when she misses her bike. She always sits with her during lunch, and glares at anyone who dares to look at her. Rumors spread, of course, but people are much more afraid of Nancy than they are of Robin, and they rarely dare to do much more than whisper. Steve makes sure people see her with him whenever possible, as a reminder that she has people looking out for her and others should think twice before messing with her. Robin almost feels like a child, and she hates that she needs her friends to do this for her, but she's also so deeply thankful to have them. Truly, she loves them. She loves them both so much. She doesn't know how she's even going to make it up to them.
For now, she enjoys curling up in the Wheeler's basement couch with a blanket around her shoulders, a mug of hot chocolate in her hands, watching Steve and Nancy fight over which movie to watch. It's familiar. It's warm and safe and so full of love.
#ronance#stobin#stranger things#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#my posts#homophobia#homophobia cw#harrassment cw
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You know those terrible people who post shit like "born in 1789, this woman disguised herself as a man so she could be a doctor! She even kept up the masquerade after retiring, went to extreme lengths to keep her secret, and left instructions to ensure her body was no examined after her death, and she was buried under her male name! #feminism #girlboss"?
Where they're taking a nearly unambiguous example of a trans man from history and rewriting his life as a win for women?
I had the terrible idea of someone doing that to Alan Turing. Like, "hey, did you know that the inventor of the computer was a trans woman? It's true! Although she identified as a gay man for most of her life (#slay), in 1952 (after defeating the nazis (#slay) she went on estrogen (#tittyskittles) for the first time! Sadly she died two years later in 1954, but we must stan an early trans programmer! Do you think she had the trans pride flag socks? #girlboss"
My brain hurts from even thinking about it
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Wild how conservatives, in lieu of blaming capitalism for any problem ever, seemingly think all transportation disasters are down to Pete Buttigieg being gay. His gayness crumbles bridges and breaks apart planes in the sky. We used to have the biggest, sturdiest, tallest, grithiest infrastructure in the world, until our nation encountered one homosexual
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sorry for the 12th vent post of the day however it's been a very hard day! Anyway. Thinking about the way people # on here talk about gay cis men and trans men as if they're people protected by the patriarchy and then just thinking abt the time my dad worked at Malaysia and his sister had to warn him several times not to "act weird", bc my dad is a very shy and soft-spoken and timid man and she proceeds to show us a video of a presumably gay kid being stoned to death. And then thinking about my cousin who wanted to work at UAE, however was frightened out of it because he is the same my dad and could be perceived as "gay". One of the things about US hegemony and how its centered by several online leftists is that you are unable to talk about the issues you face when you are living in the global south. You cannot address your unique struggles navigating your post colonial non American world because white Americans could not stop being judgemental racists to the point that any criticism surrounding the global south is impossible to discuss in good faith with people who simply refuse to understand. Anyway. Much stratified layers on this post, mostly grief, and the inability to navigate this reality. The left is cooked if we keep going like this.
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Part 1
Dustin half-expects the phone to ring in the evening—that maybe Eddie will have said something to Steve about how he’s been a dick to him—but no such call ever comes.
So he pretends like he’s busy with homework, times heading to dinner carefully, so that his mom’s got her back to the stove when he limps over to his seat.
At night, he waits until he hears the click of her lamp going off, then manages to smuggle a bag of peas out of the freezer without being noticed. He wraps it up in a dish towel and places it on his ankle, under the bed covers.
He doesn’t sleep.
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If the weather’s not bad, he usually rides his bike to school, but he pretends to oversleep and gets the bus instead.
The day drags, but it’s fine.
It’s fine until he decides to go to the bathroom during the tail end of last period—reasons that so long as the receptionist doesn’t catch him, he can head to the bus stop early afterwards.
He thinks he’s alone.
But then as he’s drying his hands, he hears a stall door open lightning fast, and he’s suddenly pinned up against the wall, so close that he can see Aaron’s nostrils flare.
“The thing is, Henderson,” he says, as if they’re just picking up from where they left off; he’s got that tone, Dustin thinks, that ‘good people of Hawkins’ tone. Hiding behind a mask of respectability. “Folks seem to think that the buck stopped with Munson, huh? But I know he would’ve passed his sick shit on.”
It takes a moment for the penny to drop.
“You think I’m leading Hellfire,” Dustin says. He almost laughs. A surge of adrenaline briefly overtakes the fear, and maybe he feels like he’s borrowed a little of Steve’s daring, a little of Eddie’s sharp tongue when he says, “Oh, you’re fucking stupid.”
It happens very quickly.
Cold metal pressed to his throat.
He freezes. Thinks of Sattler Quarry again, of a switchblade, a threat to cut his teeth out.
“They say he took Chrissy’s eyes first,” Aaron says. “Gouged them out.” He presses a little harder. “I could do the same to you.”
Dustin grits his teeth, tries to hold his breath. Feels the ridge of uneven grouting digging into his back.
The school bell shrieks.
And he’s falling.
He only just stops himself from hitting the ground, bangs his knee against a sink. Left alone, he coughs and coughs as the stampede of people leaving class rumbles on outside.
Saved by the bell, says a wry voice in his head. It sounds a bit like Eddie.
Eventually he manages to look in the mirror. There’s a line across his neck, almost touching his Adam’s apple; tiny beads of blood from where the knife was pushed hard against his skin. He cleans it up with paper towels, tries not to gag.
Steve had a mark like this, he thinks; he remembers seeing it when they first discovered the gate in Eddie’s trailer.
Steve never flinched.
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His mom’s packing for a wedding out of town, which means he’ll be spending an ‘extra long weekend’ at Steve’s, Thursday through to Monday—something he’d ordinarily be looking forward to.
But right now he can only focus on hiding his neck. He keeps his coat zipped up when he enters his house, all casual, then changes into an old sweater that covers the mark if he folds the turtle neck just so.
As his mom triple checks her case, he relies on her distraction and steals an old tube of foundation.
He dabs it on his neck, wincing at the abrasion.
Another sleepless night.
Why is this so hard? After everything that’s happened, this is nothing.
It should be nothing.
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He almost misses Eddie’s van completely, even though it’s parked obnoxiously at the very front of the parking lot. It takes Eddie honking the horn for an embarrassingly long time until Dustin notices him.
“Steve’s picking me up,” he mumbles.
“He took Robin’s shift, she’s sick. So you get me,” Eddie says, complete with the world’s most passive-aggressive jazz hands. “You know, if that’s okay with you and all.”
Dustin doesn’t have the energy to bite back—sure, Eddie’s snippy, whatever—so he just huffs in acknowledgement and gets in the van. His head aches with fatigue; he can barely even feel relief that the day passed without incident.
Lucas had passed him a piece of paper with a comical stick figure during History: ‘Are you okay? You look like your brain is melting through your ears.’ He didn’t even have time to enjoy the stupid drawing, because the teacher busted them for passing notes soon after.
“What’s up with you?”
Dustin starts at the question—only then realises that he’s been pressing his forehead hard against the window as Eddie makes a turning for Steve’s house.
“Nothing. What’s up with you?”
And it should land on just the right side of petty for Eddie to give him shit about it.
But instead, all he hears is the uneasy drumming of rings against a steering wheel, a soft, “Right, right.”
Eddie isn’t angry anymore; he’s worried. Guilt twists Dustin’s insides.
He heads straight upstairs for the bathroom when they reach Steve’s, uncaring of the fact that Eddie can probably see him limp up every step.
The problem is that he doesn’t think—he just does.
Throws off his coat. Turns on the faucet. Splashes cold water in his face.
It helps, but his eyes still itch. Maybe he can pull out the mountains of homework card again, camp out in the guest room and sleep until Steve—
A faint knock on the other side of the door.
“Hey, uh. Just checking you haven’t died, man.”
And Dustin hates that he’s made Eddie sound hesitant.
“Yeah, I’m so dead. Oooo.”
Eddie chuckles slightly. But then he says, “Listen, did I do something? Like, tell me to fuck off, if so.”
“Fuck off,” Dustin says, not convincing in the slightest.
In the silence, he can practically hear the cogs in Eddie’s brain turning.
“You didn’t run track.”
It’s not a question.
Dustin rubs at his eyes. “I got tripped.”
“…Tripped,” Eddie echoes. “Dustin. Come on.”
“Fine. I… got in a fight.”
“You?”
“What, is that hard to believe?” Dustin snaps.
“Yeah. Yeah, it is, actually.”
There’s something in Eddie’s tone that makes Dustin’s eyes threaten to burn. It sounds like I know you.
“Well, go on. Gimme the details. What, did you place bets in the cafeteria about who would—”
“No-one else saw,” Dustin says, then immediately cringes at the fact that he’s walked right into Eddie’s trap and given answers.
“Oh, well fucking done,” Eddie says, and maybe it’s meant to sound sharp, but Dustin can only hear how it’s tight with anxiety. “So someone started shit, and you decided, in your infinite wisdom, to settle it alone, when anything could’ve—”
“What the fuck was I supposed to do? Just let them keep saying—”
“You run,” Eddie says. “Jesus Christ, Henderson, I don’t give a flying fuck what they were saying. You run like hell out of there, and you don’t look back, do you fucking hear—”
“You didn’t run!” Dustin says.
He hadn’t planned on saying it at all; the words feel like they’ve been ripped out of him, his voice wrecked.
Silence.
The door opens. Eddie looks completely floored.
“Was this about me?” he asks very quietly.
Dustin looks away. “He—he just—you didn’t hear what he was saying. Eddie, it was. Bad.”
And I’ll never repeat it, he thinks. I’m never using that fucking awful word.
“Hey, what’s that on your…?”
Eddie’s eyes narrow, and Dustin realises too late that he’s staring at his neck.
“Are you wearing make-up?” Eddie says, faintly baffled, and Dustin sees the exact moment that he recognises the mark for what it is, because his eyes widen. “Oh, Jesus.”
Dustin uselessly tries to cover it up with his hand. “It’s—it’s fine, it didn’t even—”
But his words die away at the sight of Eddie’s rapidly paling face.
Stop it, Dustin almost wants to say. Between everything that Eddie and Steve have… this is nothing.
He doesn’t expect Eddie bursting into tears.
“Oh God,” Eddie’s saying, and his breathing’s all wrong, “Dustin, please, please don’t—” But it’s like the words are choking him, like he can only stare at Dustin’s neck as if the world is ending.
The front door opening. Steve’s voice echoing, calling out a questioning greeting.
“Hey? You in the kitchen?”
Dustin moves quickly, shoves past Eddie.
“Dustin,” Eddie says again, loud in his panic, “d-don’t go, come on—”
He knows precisely when Steve can hear the fact that Eddie is crying, because his footsteps are rapid on the stairs, speech just as quick and frantic, “What happened, what happened?”
Dustin briefly feels Steve’s hand close around his elbow, “Hey, hey, what’s—?”, but he wrenches himself free. Runs down the stairs as fast as he can, stumbles on the last step.
He feels his ankle give way, and his heart is suddenly pounding like he’s back in The Upside Down—and he lies there, guilt and embarrassment in every heaving breath he takes.
#dustin henderson fic#eddie and dustin#steve and dustin#henderfam#steddie with dustin’s pov#steddie#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#steve x eddie#dustin henderson#eddie munson#steve harrington#2 parts i said! like a fool! (this happens every time)#homophobia cw
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Look i'm not saying Belos the puritan witch hunter isn't homophobic but i feel like the headcanons that he tells Hunter he's not allowed to like boys have it wrong.
I don't think it even occurs to this crusty old puritan that the kid he's raising might not be straight. being Gay is a weird witch thing!! hunter's human, that means he's normal!!!
What he does teach hunter though is that he's not allowed to kiss girls. Like, kissing girls is the Thing That Killed Caleb. Can't have his nephew going the same way!! Stay away from those evil witch temptresses!!!! being with them is a Sin and god the titan will be Mad At You!!!!
hunter nods and thinks "okay, kiss boys only, got it" and accidentally grows up heterophobic.
#hunter panics bc he's into willow and nooo this is against the titan's will he's only supposed to like boys like a Normal guy!!!#Luz: I'm Gonna Need A Minute On This One#philip wittebane#the owl house#homophobia cw#hunter noceda deamonne clawthorne whispers blight porter park
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