#you can still be killed for being LGBT!!!

[eat-a-dicker]

gonna throw this thought out there but i genuinely despise the word trenderqueer because it implies there is no danger from identifying as the LGBT community like buddy. it takes courage and a lot of gumption to even admit you aren't cishet. people don't make those kind of decisions lightly. shut the fuck up

[serenadeofthestars]

fuck it, making its own post for this

so reblogged a recent post regarding the trolley problem. well written, nothing wrong to say about it. but then I made the mistake of going into the replies

now, I'm not going to screenshot or say who this person was. but one person claimed that, in the case of the election, it's choosing to let the trolley run over yourself or five other people

no.

using that same metaphor, it's choosing to let yourself get run over *with* the five other people or not. but, if you don't let yourself get run over, you can take action to perhaps help them. you may not succeed. you may get run over by a completely different trolley (police, other institutional things getting in the way). but you certainly won't if you're run over along with them

cause one of the options is certainly gonna run over everyone if he gets the chance.

[inseobts]

Stupid Cupid

nami x fem!reader

you’ve been hopelessly in love with nami, convinced cupid hates you and she’d never return your feelings.

a/n: sorry but it was about damn time I wrote something for my girl (>/////<) ♡

words count: 1.7k

tags: slow burn, internalized angst but actually fluff, emotional tension, lgbt+, pining, humor

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

You are in love with Nami.

Painfully, hopelessly, pathetically in love.

And it sucks.

She’s smart, brave, a little scary in the best way. She could kill a man with her stare, but she’s also soft when she wants to be. Like when she’s looking at maps under the lantern light. Or laughing with Robin. Or teasing Luffy when he steals her tangerines.

You’d die for her. Not even in a dramatic way. Just like, “Hey, Nami needs something? Cool. I’ll jump into the sea with bricks tied to my ankles.”

The worst part?

She’s so comfortable around you. So casual. So open. She links arms with you when you walk through towns. She tucks your hair behind your ear when it gets in your face. She calls you cute when you wear new clothes.

You almost explode every time.

But she doesn’t mean it like that. How could she?

In times like this you envy Sanji so much. He gets to flirt. Not seriously, but still. He’s allowed to. He’s a guy.

You’re not.

You don’t even know if she likes girls. That’s not something the strawhats usually talk about.

And even if she does... she’s Nami.

And you’re just… you.

You’re the girl who can barely meet her eyes some days. The one who pretends she’s cool and chill and not constantly thinking about what Nami’s lips would feel like. (They look soft. Too soft. It’s torture.)

You lie awake some nights thinking about it. About telling her. About being honest. And then you imagine the look on her face if you did.

The confusion. The awkward silence. Maybe the pity.

And then you imagine what comes next: things being weird. Nami keeping her distance. You ruining everything.

So no. You don’t say a word.

You’re sitting on the deck one evening, watching the sunset. Trying not to think about her. Failing, obviously.

“Hey,” Nami says, coming up behind you “You okay?”

You stiffen “Yep. Totally. Great.”

She raises an eyebrow and sits next to you, close enough that your knees touch “You sure? You’ve been kinda weird lately.”

“I’m always weird.”

She laughs “True, but this is a new kind of weird. Sad weird.”

You force a smile “I’m fine, really.”

She nudges you with her elbow “Tell me what’s going on. I know something’s up.”

You look at her and immediately regret it. Her face is too pretty in this light. Her eyes are too kind.

You panic.

“It’s nothing,” you say quickly, standing up “Just tired. Gonna head in.”

“Wait—” she starts, but you’re already walking away.

You don’t see the way her smile fades.

You spend the next two days avoiding Nami like she’s a sea king with a personal grudge.

It’s not subtle. Not even a little. You switch seats at lunch. You fake naps when she walks into the room. You literally jumped into the ocean yesterday to avoid her asking if you wanted to join a card game.

(Chopper was very concerned. Luffy thought it was a training exercise.)

And through it all, Nami just watches you with this look. Not angry. Not confused, even. Just… thoughtful.

You hate it.

You’re halfway through hanging laundry up on the line when you feel someone watching you. You turn.

Zoro’s leaning against the rail, arms crossed, eyes sharp.

“What?” you ask.

He doesn’t move “You got a problem with Nami?”

Your heart leaps into your throat “What? No. Why?”

“You’ve been acting like she’s contagious.”

“I—I’m just tired.”

“You’re always tired. Doesn’t mean you jump off the damn ship.”

You glare at him “Why do you care?”

“I don’t,” he says “You’re just annoying when you’re mopey.”

“Wow. Thanks for the concern.”

He sighs like he’s being deeply inconvenienced “Look. If you like her, just tell her.”

You freeze.

He raises an eyebrow “You do, don’t you?”

You want to scream “How do you know that?!”

“I have one eye but I still can see,” he says, like it’s obvious “Also, you blush every time she breathes in your direction.”

You bury your face in your hands “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“I’m not Sanji,” he says, rolling his eyes “I’m not gonna go crying into a wine bottle about it.”

“…Thanks?”

He shrugs “Anyway, just say something. Or stop acting like she ran over your dog.”

You stare at him “Do you even know if she likes girls?”

“No idea.”

“Then why would I say something?!”

He shrugs again “You’re miserable now. Worst case, you’re still miserable but at least you stop acting like a ghost. Best case, you get the girl. Whatever.”

You blink at him “…That’s your idea of advice?”

“Pretty good, right?” he says, and walks away like he just solved world hunger.

You groan into the towel in your hands.

He’s not wrong, but also, he is the worst.

You glance toward the deck below, where Nami is talking with Robin, laughing again. The sound makes your stomach flip.

You want to tell her. But you also want to crawl into the laundry basket and live there forever.

Thanks a lot, Zoro.

You’re not eavesdropping.

You’re just walking by with perfect timing. While carrying plates to the kitchen.

And if you just happen to pause by the door when you hear Nami’s voice? That’s not your fault. The door is not fully closed.

“…is sweet,” she’s saying “A little awkward, but in a cute way.”

You stop breathing.

Robin hums “I noticed. You’re always smiling.”

Your grip tightens on the plates.

“Don’t start,” Nami says, but she’s laughing “I’m not used to someone being so… open, I guess. It’s kind of nice.”

Robin’s voice is warm “Sounds like you like it.”

“Maybe I do like... him” Nami says, and your heart snaps clean in two.

You turn and walk away, fast. You’re not crying. You’re not.

You don’t even know who she’s talking about. Could be Sanji. Could be some random guy from the last island. But it doesn’t matter.

It’s not you.

It was never going to be you.

You’re so stupid.

Stupid for hoping. Stupid for dreaming. Stupid for letting Zoro put ideas in your head.

That night, you stay in your bunk. You fake sleep when Nami passes by. You hear her pause. Then her footsteps leave again.

You feel sick.

The next day you avoid her again. You’re not even subtle anymore. You’re tired of even think about some excuses. You change directions when she comes near. You leave rooms she walks into. You pretend not to hear when she calls your name.

Eventually, she’s had enough.

“Hey,” she says, cornering you by the tangerine trees “What is going on with you?”

You stare at her like a deer caught in sunlight “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re avoiding me like I’ve grown fangs.”

“I’m not avoiding you.”

“Really?” she snaps “So the last days were just a coincidence?”

You open your mouth. Close it. Try again “I just figured you’d rather not hang out with me.”

“Why would you think that?”

You glance away “I heard you talking to Robin.”

She pauses “…Okay?”

“You said you liked someone.”

Nami frowns “And?”

You force a laugh “I just wanted to leave you and Sanji alone.”

She stares at you for a long second “You... You really thought I meant Sanji?”

You blink “You didn’t?”

She shakes her head, almost amused “No. I meant you, dumbass.”

Silence.

The birds go quiet. The waves stop. The world pauses.

“…What?”

She folds her arms, tilts her head “You’re awkward. You never say what you’re thinking but your actions are really obvious. You jump off boats to avoid me. It’s kind of charming.”

You’re frozen “But… you said he.”

She smirks “In that moment I noticed you were there. I kinda panicked and so I said 'he' to mess with you.”

Your jaw drops “You what?!”

“You made it so obvious,” she says, laughing now “You blush every time I talk. You flinch when I touch your arm. It’s either fear or a crush, and you’re not scared of me.”

You are definitely crying now.

“I thought—” your voice breaks “I thought you’d never like me. I didn’t even know if you liked girls.”

“I like you,” she says, softer now “Is that clear enough now?”

You nod, because words aren’t working.

Then, just to really kill you, she leans in and kisses you.

Right on the mouth.

And yeah, her lips are exactly as soft as you imagined.

When she pulls back, your heart’s beating in your throat.

“Still think Cupid sucks?” she asks.

“…Maybe just a little less.”

Dinner that night is louder than usual.

Luffy’s talking with his mouth full, Sanji’s spinning plates like a circus act, and Franky’s trying to convince Chopper to drink something that is definitely glowing.

But none of that matters. Because you’re sitting beside Nami. Not across from her. Not diagonally. Right beside her. And your hands are linked under the table.

The crew already knows.

It’s not like you made an announcement or anything, but Zoro raised an eyebrow when you sat down, and Robin gave you a look. Then Luffy screamed, “YOU KISSED Y/N?!” and that was that.

You half expected Sanji to faint. Instead, he just sighed deeply and said, “Figures. Nami-swan has taste.”

Which was… weirdly supportive of him?

Anyway, the chaos has died down now. Kind of.

Until Usopp stands up dramatically, clears his throat, and starts pacing.

“Oh no” you mutter. Nami grins beside you.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Usopp says, voice rising with flair, “let me tell you the tragic tale… of Stupid Cupid!”

Everyone groans. Luffy is already laughing. You go pale.

Usopp cups his hands around his heart and wails, “Oh Nami, she’s so perfect, she’s so soft, I’ll never be good enough, Cupid you SUCK—”

Luffy laughs so hard he chokes. Chopper pats his back while wheezing.

Even Zoro smirks.

You cover your face with your hands “I hate all of you.”

“She’s looking at me! Abort mission!” Usopp yells, fake-diving under the table “Ocean, take me now!”

“Taxes!” Chopper calls out kicking his feet.

“I LOVE HER BUT I’LL DIE FIRST BEFORE I SAY IT—” Usopp continues dramatically.

You’re about to crawl under the table for real when something stops you. A hand sliding into yours.

You turn your head and Nami is smiling at you.

Not laughing. Not teasing. Just smiling, soft and sure and warm. Like you’re hers and you are.

So you take a deep breath, squeeze her hand back, and laugh.

Because yeah. Maybe Cupid has terrible aim. Maybe you were a wreck. Maybe everyone did know.

But it doesn’t matter.

You’re with her now and you’re okay. You're happy.

[rainrot4me]

new to your blog and saw your lgbt headcannons for the creeps (eating up all your posts lol)

can we get more of bi jeff

sincerely gay anon

My beautiful bisexual disaster, oh how you sing to me.

๑ Warning: Vaginal, anal, threesome, oral

── .✦

Bi Jeff doesn’t label himself, really, but he absolutely notices all genders and does not even question why. If you asked him, he’d say, “I’ll fuck who I wanna fuck,” and leave it at that. There’s a deep impulsivity in him, and he follows attraction wherever it goes.

If he looks at someone and gets hard, that’s answer enough for him.

He’s the type to have had his first same-gender hookup way before he even realized it was “a thing.” Middle school sleepovers, random drunken makeouts in high school—to him it was just fun, he didn’t question it, but there’s a lingering shame from his home life, from the way other kids called him “fag” growing up. That stuck in his ribs a bit.

When he does admit to liking men and women (and nonbinary folks too), it comes out aggressive, defensive, almost picking a fight about it:

“Yeah, I like dick. You got a fuckin’ problem with that?”

He still struggles to own it without bracing for a reaction, because he’s so used to being judged for everything else that he forgets sexual orientation is the least of his problems.

He flirts in the absolute most unhinged, horny way possible—complimenting your ass while also trying to steal your lighter, threatening to kill you if you break his heart but also saying “you’re cute” with his knife to your throat.

His attraction is a bit chaotic and all-consuming: if you’re beautiful to him, you’re beautiful, period. Gender presentation does not factor. He genuinely does not give a shit. He’ll go feral for a pretty goth guy with eyeliner as quickly as he’d drool over a hot femme.

If you’re bi too, he’d probably find that sexy, in a twisted sense of solidarity—but also get jealous as hell. Like, “You better only be lookin’ at me.”

When it comes to sex, he’s very… curious. Jeff is 100% the guy who would want to try everything. Pegging? Sure. Letting a dude choke him out? Fuck it, why not. He’ll experiment with a grin and then brag about it later.

He still carries a bit of internalized “guy culture” that makes him overcompensate. Like, he’ll get so macho after hooking up with a man, calling himself a “pussy slayer” and flexing for no reason, trying to bury that small voice of what if I’m not man enough? under the violence and bravado.

But when he trusts someone? When he feels safe? He’s incredibly affectionate, starved for connection, and open about how much he loves all kinds of bodies and how hot he thinks people are. A bi king with a killer streak, basically.

With a masc partner:

Jeff loves the roughness of another guy. It gets him going, seeing muscle, stubble, the scent of cologne mixing with blood and sweat.

He’ll mouth off the entire time—biting, growling, egging you on to fuck him harder or letting you pin him down. He’s not going down without a hard-won fight, but the reward is very sweet.

Likes mutual marks, bruises, scrapes. Will brag about them afterward, showing off the scratches on his back like trophies.

If you pull his hair or choke him out, Jeff will see stars. He craves that power play, going from threatening to begging in seconds, and will absolutely get off on being handled roughly.

One minute he’s the predator, next he’s biting his lip and whining under you— “Fuck, harder—don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop.”

With a fem partner:

He’s a bit more possessive with femmes, leaning into that aggressive, protective energy. Grabs your hips so hard you bruise, makes you repeat you’re his while he pounds into you.

Has a filthy mouth. Absolutely loves hearing a whiny moan and gets cocky about it— “Yeah? You like that? Bet nobody else can fuck you this good.”

Worships tits, regardless if they’re big, small, on T, off T, doesn’t matter—he’s a tits guy, will bite, suck, bury his face in them. All for sucking your nipples raw while he fucks you silly.

Would get off on seeing you ride him in a mirror, praising how pretty you look while he slaps your ass.

Bonus, bi Jeff mmf threesome:

Jeff is the type to see a couple making out in some divey club bathroom or a dark party corner and wedge himself right in. He’s that guy—smirking, all attitude, dirty laughter, sizing them up before he even says a word. The girl’s pretty, the guy’s rough and masculine—Jeff wants both.

He’d kiss one, then the other, biting his lip and egging them on. “Fuck, look at you two. Wanna get out of here?”

Jeff is equal opportunity filthy. He’ll get on his knees to suck the guy off, messy and aggressive, while palming the girl’s ass or fingering her until she’s shaking. He has zero shame about getting everyone off at once, seeing who he can make cum the fastest.

Loves to watch—will pull back and just stare while the other two fuck, stroking himself, then dive in again when he can’t stand waiting.

He’s got that unhinged energy, switching partners constantly—making out with one while railing the other, then swapping. It’s messy, it’s nasty, and the other two are lucky if they can even barely keep up.

Loves spit, loves bite marks, loves rough hair pulling. You’d hear him cursing under his breath the whole time, “Shit, you feel good. Don’t fucking stop.”

Mutual marks are a must. Scratches down his back, maybe the girl leaves hickeys on his neck while the guy fists his hair and pushes him deeper. Jeff lives for that overstimulation.

Position-wise, Jeff would absolutely volunteer to be in the middle, cock sunk deep into the girl’s cunt while the guy slams his hips behind him.

Threesome daisy chains? Yup. He’s happy to suck one off while someone pounds him, growling deep and throaty with a mouthful of cum and drool.

He’d also get off on double oral—he’d hold the girl’s hair while she goes down on the guy, then get in there with her, their tongues meeting while the guy moans. Jeff is nasty.

The more people fawning over how good he fucks, the happier he is.

꩜ .ᐟ

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

When it comes to healthcare, you’ll occasionally encounter things presented as an opinion or as something up for debate - when there’s actually clear scientific facts on those topics. 

You can probably think of some general examples off the top of your head, like: 

Vaccines (They save lives. In fact, they are one of the most effective tools for reducing mortality rates worldwide) 

Pasteurized milk (Raw milk is not healthier than pasteurized milk, it’s actually unsafe. Pasteurization kills harmful bacteria which can cause severe illness) 

Fluoride (Water fluoridation is a safe and effective public health measure) 

Climate change (It exists and directly impacts respiratory and cardiovascular health)

“Detox” (The liver and kidneys detox your body naturally; detox teas, juice cleanses etc. are unnecessary) 

Cancer (Cancer isn’t just one disease, it’s an umbrella term for many different diseases and that’s why it’s very, very difficult, if not impossible, to just find the one simple fix to end cancer forever) 

Sugar substitutes (They have been extensively studied and are safe for consumption within recommended limits) 

There’s a lot of misinformation out there and it often thrives because it plays on fears (such as the natural fear of illness, dangerous substances and life-threatening side effects). Nobody wants to willingly put themselves or their loved ones into danger - but this absolutely natural desire for protection can be exploited. 

Some common tactics for that are: 

relying on personal anecdotes (emotional stories often feel more reliable or trustworthy than cold, hard data, even though they aren’t) 

appealing to those who distrust authority (the suggestion that governments/scientists/corporations/“they” are conspiring against you feels trustworthy if it seemingly “confirms” fears you already had) 

misusing scientific terminology (Complex-sounding terms can make something appear credible and well-researched, even if these terms are used completely incorrectly) 

giving quick, easy answers or fixes to complex problems (health is a complicated, multifaceted topic and there’s oftentimes no easy-cut answer to why a certain person gets sick or if a now-healthy person will still be as healthy in 10 years. This unpredictability can feel scary, and oversimplified answers can offer comfort) 

While health myths impact anyone, they disproportionately affect marginalized groups - for example chronically ill or disabled people but also our community.  

That’s because health myths (or outright health lies) can perpetuate stigma and create barriers to accessing evidence-based care. 

Myths specifically targeting queer health often follow the same patterns we talked about above. Let's take a closer look at some common topics and break down the facts behind them: 

Pedophilia (There is no evidence linking sexual orientation or gender identity to pedophilia or predatory behavior. This myth is rooted in bigotry and perpetuates harmful stereotypes) 

HIV/AIDS (it’s not “the gay disease” or even a “punishment for being gay”. It’s a virus that can affect people of all genders and sexual orientations) 

Regret rates (Regret rates for gender-affirming care are very low, even lower than for getting a new hip or a tattoo.) 

Regret rates, 2.0 (“Regret” does not automatically translate to “they were wrong about being trans”. A trans person could regret medical decisions for a multitude of reasons (even external factors like a lack of social support or experience of harassment) and still continue to identify as trans) 

Mental illness (The higher rate of mental health issues in queer people is caused by external factors like discrimination and social exclusion, not by the identity itself. Being queer is not a mental illness.) 

Conversion therapy (It doesn’t work. It also causes severe psychological harm including an increased risk of depression, anxiety, and suicide) 

Treating these myths as not “only” homophobia and transphobia but also as health misinformation may feel nitpicky, but I think it’s important. If we don’t, it’s easy to dismiss them as merely a matter of “not accidentally saying something offensive” - but there’s more at stake than hurt feelings. Health misinformation can prevent people from getting the medical care they need and put their lives at risk. And that applies to “Trans people often regret their surgeries” as much as it does to “Covid vaccines are dangerous”. 

So, look out for those typical patterns and warning signs - not only in the general “health and wellness” area but also in discussions about queer issues. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

[stonedstr8]

TOKE 'N STROKE

"Ads are getting so damn invasive." Lucas thought to himself, clicking skip on yet another pointless car commercial interrupting the video essay he was watching. "You think the algorithm would know its audience by now, I'm too gay to drive!"

He laughed a little bit at the joke, running a hand through his soft, bleached blonde hair. He was the epitome of a high-maintenance twink, with his smooth, hairless body and perfect sense of style. He was smart too and liked to boast about it, with a scholarship for his English Lit degree and being made President of his university's LGBT Chapter, which he was hoping to use as a stepping stone to become Student Body President next year.

Leaning back again in his chair he reached for his cellphone, seeing a text from his boyfriend Alex.

Alex: "Hey cutie, still busy with finals this weekend, but have time for a dinner date Sunday night?"

He smiled to himself, giving an eager text back to set it up, and to wish him well on his upcoming exams. "Ugh, I need to start studying too, Monday's going to be one hell of a final... I'll focus on it and head to the library after this video and-"

Just like that, his train of thought was interrupted again by a stupid ad, this time some obnoxious psychedelic visuals and a bad electric guitar riff blared out of his monitor. It startled him so badly that he seized up for a second, accidentally clicking the ad and being brought to their store page. "Broski's Bud's, one stop ship and shop for weed strains to fix your brain..." He rolled his eyes at the cringe marketing, getting ready to close the tab when a pop-up opened trying to tell him all about a deal he 'wouldn't want to miss out on'. "No thanks, stupid site, you can keep your Bro Buds or whatever to yourself." but every time he hit X on the popup another would open, being more and more insistent each time about new deals, until finally a desperate '90% OFF AND SPECIAL STARTER KIT AS A BONUS WITH YOUR FIRST PURCHASE' filled his screen. "FINE," he scoffed at his computer, "I'll take a look at the stupid site. My therapist suggested I try out weed to help lessen my anxiety anyways, so might as well get a good deal on it..."

Clicking the pop-up added the 'starter kit' to his cart, it was a pack of pre-rolled blunts and some sort of mystery box, but the description didn't help him understand it much either. "Get ready to step into the zone and open ur mind with this one bros, Broski's Buds bestselling strain, Toke 'n Stroke, is sure to change your life by stimulating a high never felt before! This isn't your sissy uncle's strain, this shit puts hair on your chest like a real man!"

"God this is so cringe, I bet they get all kinds of business marketing to the dumb jocks in town, no wonder their brains are mush. Still, it's just weed and for $20 I might as well give it a try, I probably won't find it cheaper anywhere else..." sitting in thought about it for a few seconds, Lucas finally filled in his payment info and placed his order, getting a free upgrade to same-day delivery since they seem to have a storefront a few miles from his apartment.

"Well, there goes my library plans I guess, I'll have to wait around for delivery since my package will probably get swiped otherwise..." Lucas sighed, turning off his computer and plopping down onto the couch, picking up his Switch to play Animal Crossing and kill time.

A few hours passed and the sky got dark before finally a long buzz came from his intercom. "Took them long enough, it's nearly 9pm!" he complained, putting his jacket on to head downstairs. When he got down there the delivery guy had already gotten into his car again, driving away and leaving Lucas to carry the package back upstairs all on his own. It was bigger than he expected, taking both hands to lift it and keep it stable. "Jesus, this thing must weight like 40 pounds! What did they put in here?"

After a bit of struggling and the occasional break to catch his breath, Lucas pushed his package into the living room, collapsing on the floor next to it for a while. "After that workout I'm surprised I don't look like the douchebags around campus." he laughed to himself, bouncing up to get a box cutter and pry his package open. After taking the carton of pre-rolled blunts out, he started into the box with a bit of confusion and disgust, pulling things out one after the other.

"A sleeveless tank top that says 'Toke 'n Stroke Bro'... A pair of douchey sunglasses... Some red gym shorts, socks and slides... Ew, a snapback saying 'Who ate all the pussy?', why the fuck would anyone wear this!... And 2 dumbbells, no wonder this thing was so heavy! All of this is useless shit that's gonna end up in a donation bin now, I'll have to drop this trashy stuff off tomorrow on my way to the library... But hey, at least the weed seems fine, smells... potent." He said, tossing everything back into the box and taking a whiff of one of the blunts.

Kicking back on the couch again, he played with the blunt in his hand for a while before finally having the courage to light it up, taking a hit. Immediately he started coughing, not used to the sensation, but it did make his brain start to feel... fuzzy. "Damn, okay I need to push past it and get used to it." he said, lighting up for another hit of the blunt, this time barely a cough escaping his throat, feeling suspiciously more used to it. Then another, and another, until finally the whole blunt was gone. Sitting in his daze for a while, he enjoyed the sensation of his mind drifting around experiencing the high, his anxiety melting away as if he didn't have a care in the world. Eventually he decided to try and get up, but his body slumped over off the couch and hitting the floor, the room fading to black...

...

When Lucas finally came to again, the first thing that hit him was the strong smell of weed floating around in the air. "Damn bro, did I smoke the whole set or what..." he laughed groggily, getting ready to stretch out and get back to laying on the couch before he was startled by the sound of moaning blasting from his TV, eyes shooting open in confusion. On the screen, two busty lesbians were making out, them taking turns groping each others boobs and fingering each other. "What the fuck bro, how long has this been on?" he cursed, nervous that the neighbors nextdoor might have heard it playing as he started desperately looking for the remote.

When he couldn't find it in the cushions, he got up from the couch only to be met with his feet kicking a bunch of empty beer cans. "Dude, there's gotta be 2 dozen thrown all over the floor, did I have a party or something? I don't even know anyone who drinks beer..." he mumbled, going to scratch his head in confusion, but was even more confused when instead of his hair he felt a hat on top of his head. "Huh?" he thought, as he looked down at the floor again, noticing that instead of his skinny jeans and converse he was now wearing the socks and slides from the box, along with the sleeveless tank top and the shorts too. He stumbled his way to the bathroom door still baked out of his mind, mouth dropping open at his reflection in the full-length mirror in front of him.

"Broooo, am I dreaming or what the fuckkkk is going on" he said in disbelief. No more was the cute, pale twink he used to be staring back at him. Instead, a douchey bro he didn't recognize was standing face to face with him. Tanned skin, pillowy muscles, his once blonde hair turned into a brown buzz cut and with that stupid "Who ate all the pussy?" hat slapped over it. He touched his face, feeling along his chin where his once smooth skin now had a rougher texture, and a trashy chinstrap sprouted from his jawline. He slapped his face a few times in his daze, trying to wake up from the dream and growing more confused each time nothing changed.

Turning around and staggering back to his living room to try and make sense of what's going on, it hit him that he barely recognizes the room anymore. His apartment used to be perfectly maintained and well-decorated, now there was beer cans all over the floor, along with dirty socks and cummed-in underwear, greasy pizza boxes and chip bags all over the table and counter, the decorations on his walls had been torn down and replaced with posters of chicks in bikinis and sports teams, his Switch replaced with an X-Box and a stack of COD games next to it, DVD cases of trashy bro-comedies were thrown around near the TV too... Then the smell hit him, it STUNK in here, like a sickening mixture of weed, cheap body spray, and sour BO wafting in a heat around the room. "Bro, it fucking reeks in here... Or wait..." he mumbled as he gave himself a whiff, "I fucking reek!"

After a bit of stunned silence he finally started to process things in his brain again. How the fuck did he get like this, was any of this even real, and how does he get back to normal? He plopped back onto the couch, picking up his phone to see he had a handful of missed texts and calls from his boyfriend before noticing the time... 2:00pm. On Sunday. He had somehow been blacked out for 2 whole nights, with no memory of anything that had happened. While getting ready to call his boyfriend back, Lucas felt his insides rumbling and at first he thought it was from the munchies because of all the weed, but then he realized "Oh bro, all that double-cheese pizza is really gonna fucking..."

*PHRRRBBBTTT!*

His body instinctively lifted its leg as it pushed out the loudest and most obnoxious fart he'd ever ripped in his life, as his body seemed to react on its own, letting out an immature laugh and wafting the air before muttering "Fuck yeah bro, smells like victory!" He leaned back into the couch, remembering he needed to call Alex, but the loud moaning on the TV caught him off guard again. This time he locked eyes with the screen, the cock in his shorts immediately bulging and straining at the sight of the lesbian porn before him. "I really need to turn this shit off and get whatever's going on sorted out..." he thought, but he realized he couldn't move his hand to reach for his phone, instead it reacted on its own, reaching down his waistband to pull out his cock and start stroking for the busty babes on TV.

"All I do is Toke 'n Stroke, bro..." a voice in his head seemed to say, except it didn't come from within, he spoke it directly out of his own mouth.

"Wait, I didn't say that bro, it's-" he tried to talk, realizing that his thoughts echoed around stuck in his own head, not even leaving the lips of his own body. He was just stuck there, watching in a dazed horror as he went on autopilot.

"Toke 'n Stroke bro, I'm such a loyal customer Broski's Buds will HAVE to take me as a hype boy this time haha!" his voice spoke again, continuing to stroke for the porn on TV, Lucas's eyes stuck fixed on the screen. Suddenly though, he was interrupted by his phone vibrating, a text from his boyfriend coming through.

Alex: "Hey cutie, I hope everything is alright? You haven't answered my calls or texts in a couple days, I know it's busy with all your studying but we do still have dinner planned for tonight. Still on for me to pick you up at 5?"

"Oh thank God," Lucas thought, reading the message, "I can tell him what's going on and have him come over to help me fix this shit!" Unlocking his phone, Lucas let out a sigh of relief as he got ready to reply, only for his body to still be taken over by whatever douchey daze it was stuck in.

Lucas: "dont u ever come around me u faggy creep, if me or my bros ever catch u within 100 feet of us we'll give u the beating of a lifetime! fuck around n find out if u dare to show ur face here."

Lucas screamed internally as the message was typed out and sent in front of his very eyes, before his hand moved to block his boyfriend's number and turn his phone off. "Something is seriously fucking wrong with me bro, I need to-"

*PHHRRRRBBBTTTTTT*

Another obnoxious and sickening fart blasted out of his ass, filling the room and breaking Lucas's thoughts down into a daze again, as he felt around under the couch for something before pulling a sweaty, well-used fuck toy of a girls ass and pussy up from the mess.

As Lucas once again locked eyes with the TV, he took another hit from his dwindling blunt stash, finishing up the last one. After throwing what was left onto the floor, he prepared the fuck toy and slid it right down onto his cock, starting to bounce the toy up and down as he edged himself closer to finishing.

"If I can't figure out a way to snap out of this, I'm so fucked..." he thought, as his voice spoke again. "Toke 'n Stroke bro, this chick is soooo getting fucked!" He moaned, as he shot his thick load into the toy, feeling some of his braincells permanently shoot out with it, sloppily wiping the mess on the cushion next to him as he laid back, feeling his insides start to bubble again.

Lucas had a lot of Bro Time to catch up on, but luckily his new favorite weed strain was making sure that he was a captive audience until he was fully converted and assimilated into just another Bro.

[arcadekitten]

Arcade, have you heard what's happening on Itch right now? I'm really worried. Even though your games are far from sexual in any way, they still contain LGBTQ+ themes and dark content, which are also under fire right now. I sincerely hope your games fly under the radar, and that this whole censorship wave stops in general. But I just thought I should let you know and check in on you. Please stay safe.

Thank you so much ♡ All my games are safe for right now, but I can't say it isn't concerning!! I hope we are able to reverse these recent decisions.

For anyone not in-the-know, Steam and Itch.io are being forced by payment processors like Mastercard and Visa (with pressure from organizations like Collective Speech) to remove NSFW games from their libraries/websites. Regardless of how you personally feel about NSFW games, this is a BAD SIGN.

It is censorship, and it won't stop at just NSFW games. It can be disastrous for games featuring LGBT+ themes (which may become umbrella'd under NSFW content, regardless of material), any games with darker themes or subject matter (murder, violence, guns, drugs, etc). Even if a game presents something like incest or pedophilia or abuse under a BAD light, talking about how wrong it is--it can still be seen as an endorsement and be removed. And on top if it not stopping with NSFW games, it also won't stop with games in general. Books with this kind of content are already being banned, and TV and movies and other media could easily be next, too.

NSFW games and content deserve to exist. Series containing darker subject matter deserve to exist. Censorship in this way is bad, and it's important to remember it'll never be just "censorship towards the things I personally dislike". It will go on to censor everything it can get away with. Don't let them get away with it!

Put the pressure on companies like Mastercard and Visa and whoever else and remind them that THEY don't get to decide what YOU spend money on.

Stop killing games.

[hawkinsschoolcounselor]

The "why" of Byler doubt

I've been seeing a lot of doubt cropping up lately. To be honest, my initial reaction when I see it is to want to angrily reply to the posts, telling them to go away with such negativity. However, as a counselor, I have to remember to be mindful of such impulses. It says a lot about me and my history that I react in such a way. And it's not like I am immune to doubt, myself, anyway.

I wrote about my experiences with doubt in this post: Why I Stop Short of Hope.

If the folks around here experiencing doubt are anything like me, they feel this way because they've been conditioned to. Much like Will himself, they have a voice in their heads that yells, "no, don't get your hopes up" and "it can't happen, so just let it go." We are all but products of our environments, and those environments are often condescending to LGBT individuals, if not outright hostile. We've learned to not expect happy endings from the general public.

While it can be protective to an extent, lowered expectations can dull the sting of disappointment, it also has unintended long-term consequences. Such a worldview results in cynicism (indeed, the opposite of hope) that can result in lost opportunities. Why bother trying if you're just going to be let down? Just look at how Will is approaching his feelings for Mike if you want to know what that looks like.

It's a fully understandable reaction for people to have what we've come to call "Byler doubt." We've been brought up to see such a resolution as unrealistic. There's a litany of reasons to believe so. "It's the 80s." "It's too popular of a show to risk it." "It'd be unrealistic." "Mike has shown no signs of being gay." Remaining hopeful against such a bombardment is difficult.

However, we must be prepared to defend ourselves against such statements, not simply weather the storm. This doesn't necessarily mean getting into an all-out flame war with these people (though I can recognize the cathartic element of doing so). Simply taking in these comments and reflecting on them can be enough. These are defective bombs: scary, but lacking substance.

"It's the 80s": who gives a shit? There were gay people in the 80s, but they weren't open about it because of assholes like you, which is also why they got little media exposure that wasn't negative. STFU.

"It's too popular of a show to risk it": The Duffers are very vocal about championing the outcasts. They've continually shit on being popular for terrible reasons in this show. Lucas flat out called popular a "raging psychopath." They don't care about being popular if it means having to be an asshole.

"It'd be unrealistic": Again, there were gay people in the 80s, you just didn't see them because they knew you'd be a dick about it. The unrealistic thing is objecting more to a happy gay storyline than a supernatural monster killing children.

"Mike has shown no signs of being gay": First of all, we all know you're talking about the expected stereotypes. That's not how it works in real life. Secondly, Mike has honestly been more gay coded than Will throughout the show. You just need it spelled out for you in order for it to "count" in your mind. You kept denying Will was gay, too.

Don't let these assholes get you down. Challenge these thoughts when you have them. Build that resiliency! Hope with no basis is foolishness, yes, but hope because you thought seriously about an upsetting possibility is strength.

Yes, it's true that there is always the possibility that Byler does not end up being canon. However, I still hold firm that there is a >90% chance that it does. The only thing I worry about is the Duffers caving to pressure from execs from Netflix, but I honestly think the Duffers could write their own check with any distributor they want if it came down Netflix giving them an ultimatum.

[entryn17]

sorry i'm still thinking about this cause ultrakill is important to me. yes, it's a gay/trans game. people who work on it see it this way, there's a myriad of art and jokes you can find by them with that in mind. but it's like. gabriel has upheld the violent and oppressive forces of heaven for millennia, he's universally beloved by most angels, he sees anyone that's not an angel as beneath him, lesser. and even that wasn't enough to save him from being similarly dehumanized and belittled and essentially killed by heaven's council, whose bidding he was doing all this time, when he makes a mistake. he's just so much like other lgbt people i've seen, the ones who participate in the oppression of their own community for the chance of being ""one of the good ones"" in our oppressors' eyes that even if all the other subtext surrounding his gayness was absent, i'd still view him as a gay character. if that makes sense

[taikeero-lecoredier]

HELP STOP KOSA,CALL YOUR HOUSE REPS

With the end of the year approaching, we are expecting KOSA to be slipped into an end of the year spending bill. We cannot allow it to pass. There has been push by parents to bring KOSA back, not aware how dangerous KOSA actually is for children online. It would make it mandatory for platforms online to enforce age verification via ID, and deeming any content "inappropriate" for kids to be banned.This could range from not safe for work content, to health ressources, to climate change. It'll be up to politicians to dictate what is and isn't proper for kids,and, of course, killing encryption. Imagine the damage. Please focus on the entire leadership of the House,as well as reps generally, telling them to not bring KOSA up. Speaker Johnson must also be contacted, whos number is: (202) 225-2777 Heres a list of House reps to contact: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1IyBUe6frFGF44rJQU3TahZ5zyG3tC7jai_hPneAKlnM/edit?tab=t.0 Use the call tool to call the House : https://www.stopkosa.com/ https://www.badinternetbills.com/#kosa

Here are scripts you can use : if your rep is GOP : I am urging you to VOTE NO on KOSA, the Kid’s Online Safety Act. This is a dangerous bill that will harm children. Many news organizations have reported that this bill actively harms kids by exposing their private data to strangers under the guise of protecting them. We need to hold Big Tech accountable, but KOSA is not the solution. The bill let any state attorney general and the FTC to sue any website for “harmful” content. Do we really want blue state lawyers deciding what can and can’t be allowed online? Big Tech is already censoring us. That’s why they support KOSA. This is massive government overreach. We need a bill that actually protects children by creating better security measures instead of bringing about more censorship. Multiple experts agree this bill pushes age verification, even with the new language. KOSA hands more private data of children to third party companies, which would put them in further danger. How is this protecting children’s privacy? What parent would want their child’s private data in the hands of strangers like this? KOSA is actively putting kids in danger. Do NOT support this bill. Thank you. if your rep is DEM: I am urging you to VOTE NO on KOSA. Nearly 200 human rights and LGBT organizations total came out in an open letter opposing it. The ACLU is against it. Hundreds of thousands of Gen Z, who actually live online, are against it. We know the harms of social media, and we know this is not the solution. The new language does NOT meet any concerns brought up, in fact many organizations were ignored. Major news have reported that this bill actively harms kids. We do not want this. The rewritten bill would still allow any state attorney general, and now the FTC, to sue any website for “harmful” content. When you have Republicans calling anything LGBT “sexual exploitation” or anything about race “CRT” to successfully ban books and teachers, then they will use any justification to censor the internet. The Missouri attorney general used “mental health” successfully to ban gender-affirming care with backed up research. Suicide rates will skyrocket for marginalized youth with this bill restricting content. Multiple experts agree this bill pushes age verification, even with the new language. KOSA hands more private data of children to third party companies. Furthermore, updated language threatens encryption the same way the Earn It Act does. How is this protecting children’s privacy? KOSA actively harms kids. Do NOT support this bill. Thank you.

Tell them you'll vote for your reps if they vote no on KOSA,anything goes. But most importantly it's crucial that KOSA is not being brought at all for any vote. Also,to note, Biden supports KOSA: You could try asking your GOP rep why they would support a bill that has Biden's support,and that he could use it to his advantage somehow (we know GOP does not like Biden,so it should be utilized somehow). We need to ensure the bill doesnt pass at all.

Last but not least: COME JOIN OUR ANTI KOSA SERVER ! we organize to help fight against bad Internet bills ! https://discord.gg/pwTSXZMxnH

[jaychrilo1144]

Ramble post 19373729

Topic- being trans/queer in the marauders fandom

There is so much hate going on, especially on tiktok and instagram rn. From my experience we're reletively alright here on tumblr but it still needs to be adressed.

The marauders fandom is for those who are pushed to the side. That goes for poc, ppl of the lgbt community, or anyone of a marginalized community.

We saw the hate from the creator of this world, took that, and turned this world into an inclusive space for character fan cannons/fics to roll with and made sure that fans felt like they had a safe space to go.

After all, James Potter-and parents- are known for "picking up the strays". The marauders themselves symbolize Found Family along with the skittles and The Golden Trio. Finding a space and the people in that space who will love you for being yourself regardless of the people who didnt (especially those who didnt and were supposed to).

I have found safety expressing my Sexuality here. I looked at some of the characters like remus and luna be so loved by their friends regardless of who they are, what they're interests are, and how they act, and realized that I deserve to have people around me who will accept me for me. That I am not too much. That I am enough. That I am deserving of everything good I want for my life. And because of the safety and love I have felt here, I only saw it fit to pour back into it because thats what we do for each other here.

No we dont all agree on things. Everyone has their own ships, their own headcannons, and thats okay. We can agree to disagree on things like this, and at the end of the day we will always have eachothers backs because we know what it is to be thrown to the side and no one should have fo feel like that.

Right now, I am seeing an obscene amount of transphobia, racism, and homophobia in the Harry Potter/ Marauders community, and it's devastating. People are being publically dead named right now because of headcannon disagreements. What the actual fuck?? Or I've seen some ppl go insane bc some ppl headcannon James Potter as mexican or desi. And some people headcannon sirius/remus/regulus as trans, and they are getting shit on too. What???

Do we not remember that we are talking about FICTIONAL CHARACTERS??? And that the marauders fandom makes fanfics... again. FAN... FICS. They are not cannon. Sometimes they arent supposed to be even close to cannon. It is fan based. Interpretations and expressions of said characters and story line. Dont like it? Turn the other way and find people, blogs, videos, stories, and headcannons that you DO like!

As for the treatment of other fellow fans here, im truly devastated about it. Trans people do NOT deserve this kind of treatment, especially here! Especially since this fandom is based on inclusivity, acceptance, and found family.

Whats even worse is the ppl who say Fuck JKR and hide behind that while STILL continuing to act against the lgbt community, marginalized groups, and other fellow marauder fans. You know who you are. Do better.

The world is already a scary place, and a scarier place for trans folk. With Tr!mp in office here in the states, its even scarier to see all of the excessive hate on my community and seeing less and less safe places available for both queer and trans people.

The safe places that trans people have are sacred, and thats how it should be here too

Forgetting the fact that marauders was during the 70s-80s (again the world is literally made up, logical time and the beliefs at that time dont have to follow), would James potter truly be a person to turn away a friend for being queer or trans. Think about it. Ill wait. Oh wait, I don't have to, because NO. NO HE WOULDNT! He found out Remus was a werewolf, a literal XXXXX creature that can brutily kill people one night of the month, and james said "yes, I accept him. And because of my friendship to him, I will research and go through the process of becoming an animagus because I care for my friend and he doesnt deserve to be alone." As did sirius and peter in the end.

Be more like James Potter. It is not difficult to respect people. Respect your fellow marauders & hp fans. Keep this a safe place for them, and all.

Thank you.

[poettheythem]

Can I say something. I am still so mad about Good Omens season 3 being a 90 minute episode. Listen I understand what happened with Neil Gaiman and I am upset about it too but the thing is he stepped down from season three of Good Omens. He stepped down and the other writers know that season three was suposed to be and Amazon instead of making the third season of a show that is so beloved and has a cult following is reducing it to a 90 minute episode, and you know why they're doing it. Its not because of Neils allegations and we all know it. Good Omens is being fucking nerfed because its gay. Season two was filled with queer characters in the forefront, had an amazing representation of a disabled character, had trans character, gay characters, gender fluid characters, black gay characters, It was a GAY fucking show. and now its being killed. Componies are taking Neils allegations as an excuse to cancel queer shows.

Dead Boy Detectives was NUMBER ONE on netflix when it realized and I didn't see any promotion from Netflix or anything of the like. People LOVE the show and its fandom is still active and wants the show to return. But oh it got cancelled due to neils allegations and totally has nothing to do with the fact that the show features gay and POC main characters with amazing representation where their identity is not their whole personality. Netflix was just chomping at the bit to cancel a show like that because its not the cis straight white media that assholes say are the only shows that can exists.

The Sandman is from the same fucking universe as Dead Boy Detectives and I don't see it getting cancelled or reduced to a 90 minute episode. Because its not explicitly gay. Yeah all the fans love Hob and Dream and I do too but its not actually cannon. Producers LOVE queer coded characters to make lgbt+ viewers interested and still not have to actually be inclusive or anything and The Sandman has that. The Sandman was never questioned as the direction the show would take without Gaiman and is allowed to live. Fuck I mean Disney never said that they were taking Coraline down or anything of the like because ITS NOT GAY. All the shows and movies that don't explicitly have queer characters have been FINE this whole time, no one was killing American Gods, no one is touching Coraline because oh its a beloved film and I grew up on it, Well guess fucking what I know so many people that grew up on Good Omens and it was the first time they felt seen as a queer person, Good Omens has a cult following too and I my entire life have heard people talking about Good Omens as a show everyone needed to watch. But his gay shows that already have material written for its next season(Remember Dead Boy Detectives is a comic series as well) are being killed

So no its not because componies are supporting victims its pure homophobia that is the reason these shows are ending like this and I am still mad.

[cosmickid-inmotion]

Arms Wide Open

Tommy Miller x Jesse

Main Masterlist : The Last of Us Masterlist

Summary: A few months into hooking up with Jesse, Tommy starts noticing some changes in his body

Warnings: Mpreg, gay sex!!! Creed song reference warning (too late, you already read it!!), mentions of Joel going golfing, cumflation, too much cum talk :\ cummy in his tummy. Just to be clear Jesse got Tommy pregnant. You can think of Tommy as trans or think of it as a regular mpreg. Just don't think too hard okay?

🌟This is the fic I'll have to answer St. Peter about at the gates of heaven🌟

Written for my dearest @toxicanonymity for my fandom fundraiser for lgbt housing! still 4 days to make a donation and get a drabble! This ended up being more than a drabble LOL but Tox made a generous donation so it fits. She asked for mpreg or cumflation. I gave both.

In the words of Chapple Roan, "God, what have you done"

800 words

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Joel would have killed him. His dad would have beat him senseless.

Both of them are gone now, so what does it really matter?

It started as comfort. After Joel died, Jesse had been helping more with the construction as they rebuilt the town together. More and more, Jesse had been being primed to take Maria’s place. Tommy thought it was an awful lot of responsibility for a man just barely out of his 20’s, but where had Tommy been at his age? Fighting a useless war he’s been brainwashed into thinking was for the country's freedom. Where was that country now?

“When the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die”

Time spent together working turned into late hours alone in the shop drinking. Tommy had felt bad leaning so much on someone so young for support, but Joel’s death took a toll. Tommy couldn’t even properly grieve. Too many responsibilities. So, he shoved it down like he did everything from the war, everything from the fireflies, everything he and Joel had done together in those wilderness years.

How could he have left Joel alone? He’d give anything for the months of time he lost. They were all each other ever had their whole lives. 

All this was dumped on Jesse in those long nights tucked away, spring slowly coming back into their world as a new day dawned. And it was definitely slow. It was Wyoming after all. As winter changed to spring, so did their conversations. Less and less it was about Tommy’s anguish, but more mutual, more conversive. They sat closer together, and the drinking became less. Tommy found beers getting warm as they engrossed in conversation.

Then the source of his guilt changed. It was no longer about relying on a man 30 years his junior; is was guilt that he let that man bend him over a table and fuck him.

Tommy thinks he can pinpoint the night it happened. That would be important, for the doctors. Seeming no refractory period, Jesse and his time together had went from a quick fuck to blow off steam to Jesse laying him down on ever surface in the workshop and filling him over, and over again. Loads of cum were pumped into his body, and just as Tommy’s belly bloated as Jesse filled him, his back on the table and knees bent, Jesse would suck his cock until he was twitching and moaning, fingers shoved up his ass. Then, ready to go again, Jesse pulled him off the table and onto the dirty floor for yet another round.

Tommy always had liked it like this, rough, dominated, but with tender touch and lots of kisses. He loved kissing, the sap that he was. Face down, Jesse’s firm, strong body pressed against his; his face was tucked into his neck as hot breath and heavy grunts fluttered around Tommy’s face. Tommy had smiled against Jesse’s cheek when he came untouched, bare cock against the floor. When Jesse came in him again, their fingers were interlaced together.

They had laid there on the ground for a while. Tommy had turned over onto his back to pull Jesse close to him. His stomach was full and protruding from Jesse’s cum inside him. He liked the feeling, the vulnerability of being laid bare with his hole leaking.

Neither had gone home that night. When someone knocked on the locked door, trying to get in, the pair had scrambled to get dressed and act like they had gotten in early. The whole conversation, Tommy had to act normal as Jesse’s seed trickled down his leg.

He remembers that feeling of being full; full of his cock, full of his cum.

Now, as Tommy looks in the mirror, he feels that same fullness. A fullness that didn’t ease, only grew. Hand on his stomach, Tommy felt the small bump. He was pregnant.

*

“You’re acting kind of weird.” Jesse comments, sliding Tommy a drink but he doesn’t take it.

Tommy swallows hard. He has to tell him now. He’ll suspect something is up soon enough, best to rip the bandaid off.

“I’m pregnant, Jesse.”

There was a beat of silence, Jesse staring at him from across the work table they’d violated countless times. Joel used to work here a lot. He was good at what he did, putting in long hours with care to make the town come together. He’d never meet his niece or nephew.

Jesse set down his drink, eyes boring into Tommy’s as the news processed.

“Pregnant?”

Tommy waited, braced for Jesse to ask if it was his, or even insist it wasn’t. They never said they were exclusive. They never named what this was. But Jesse didn’t. When Tommy nodded, lips still pursed together waiting for the worst. Instead, Jesse swiftly moved around the table, his normally fluid and confident motions clunky. His hip hit the table corner but he didn’t stop as he ran to embrace Tommy, the force of his hug making the broad man stumble.

Jesse kissed him with all the passion he had the night they’d conceived their child. “We’re gonna figure this out. All of us.”

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I'd ask for forgivness but Im not sorry. We need more mpreg. The internet has lost its ways.... back in my day you could be reading a standard avengers fic and BOOM thor got loki pregnant. Now we've lost the old ways!!!

anyway tagging my regulars.... sorry guys

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @pedge-page @sunshineispunk @miraclesabound and tagging @beefrobeefcal bc you said you liked mpreg once lol

[autistichalsin]

And again:

The death penalty should not exist.

Not just because of the risk of innocent people being killed wrongfully, though yes, that is a part of it. But guilty people shouldn't die either.

Yes, that includes those ones. The ones who did the worst crimes imaginable, who harmed children, who killed innocent people- them, too.

Why?

Because no one has the right to kill another human being, and two wrongs don't make a right.

Because the instant you give a government entity the authority to determine who is and isn't worthy of life, you have already handed them the framework to get rid of undesirables. As we're seeing now the "pedophiles deserve the death penalty -> LGBT people existing next to children is pedophilia" pipeline.

Because if your government can kill you, they already have too much power over you.

Because the death penalty does nothing to actually deter crimes, and some studies suggest it might actually make the rates of violent crime increase.

Because our tax dollars shouldn't go to depriving people of their lives.

Because the only method of execution that comes close to being humane is lethal injection, and even that has a high failure rates as well as requiring medical professionals to break their respective ethical codes; in fact, pharmacists have started refusing to provide various DOJs with murder euthanasia cocktails precisely precisely because this goes against the principles of "do no harm."

Because it usually takes 20 years from sentencing to execution, and that constitutes psychological warfare/torture on prisoners.

Because there is nothing a death sentence will "accomplish" that can't also be done by a life sentence, minus the ultimate cruelty and power-trip for government officials and cops/wardens/etc. If the goal is punishment, deprivation of freedom already does that, let alone the rest of the mistreatment prisoners face. If the goal is sequestering from society, that is literally the definition of imprisonment.

Because, this bears repeating, if the government can kill you, they already have too much power over you.

Because forensic science is nowhere near as perfect as people want you to believe.

Because even when it is proven that there is sufficient cause to release an innocent person, those in power still will (as we saw today with Marcellus Williams) do everything in their power to murder them anyway for the sheer power-high.

Because it is better to let 100 guilty men go free than it is to convict one innocent one.

Because there are huge inequities in who gets the death penalty. Racism is baked into the entire "criminal justice" structure, and capital punishment is no different.

Because, by definition, anyone willing to execute another person is the last person who should be given the power to do so.

Because, it bears repeating, once you introduce a framework to remove undesirables from society, it will be expanded at the first opportunity.

Because the death penalty is, by definition, cruel and unusual punishment.

Because the death penalty is often carried out on innocent people (like Marcellus Williams) who have been wrongfully convicted as a way of silencing them and ensuring they can't file a wrongful imprisonment suit against the state.

Because the existence of a death penalty gives people who committed a single violent crime a motive to do more; if they're already going to die, why not take more people out with them?

Because the entire mindset of death being an acceptable punishment filters down into day-to-day life and encourages proliferation of distancing, dehumanizing language against people some don't dislike, which is part of the reason why so many teenagers have no problem saying "kill yourself" to others.

Because there is no accountability in the prison system for how those on death row are treated, and any abuse inflicted on these prisoners in their last days will never come to light.

Because it is wrong. If a private citizen can't kill another person, who can a private citizen employed by and acting on behalf of the government do it?

Because, it bears repeating, if your government has the power to kill you, they already have too much power.

There are zero good reasons to support the death penalty, and hundreds of good reasons not to.

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

Just a little reminder: This fantasy of some magical “sisterhood between all women” that is now being threatened by including trans women - that is just that, a fantasy. It’s a made up narrative to paint transphobia as feminism. 

There has never been a world where all women were the same. There have always been (and will always be) women’s issues that not all women relate to.

Even if you exclude trans women from your definition of womanhood: A lesbian woman will still have different experiences than a straight woman. A woman who grew up poor will still have different experiences than a woman who grew up rich. A disabled woman will still have different experiences than an able-bodied woman. A black woman will still have different experiences than a white woman. 

Actually, even apart from any systemic injustices that certain women face and others not: even two women growing up in the exact same circumstances can still go on to have vastly different life experiences - because women are human and have their unique wishes and desires and life goals. Some women choose to undergo IVF, some choose to get their tubes tied, just as one example! 

Obviously I’m not saying “women who are different can’t be friends” or “women who have different life goals can’t stand up for each other”. The opposite of that, actually: Differences between women have always existed… and they haven’t erased womanhood. They haven’t killed feminism. 

The fear-mongering idea of “oh no, they are now adding women to our spaces who are Other and Different!!” doesn’t really make sense (and not only because trans women aren’t some new invention or just spawned into existence in 2024) because there has never been just one kind of woman to be. 

It’s actually not very feminist to say otherwise. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

[marisatomay]

I really find saying to any LGBT person “You know, being gay is illegal in Palestine and you can be put to death for it” to be such a contemptible, smug thing to throw in our faces because, first of all, Palestine follows the old *British* codes from when they were under Britain’s colonial thumb, so any conversation about the social laws and norms of Palestine must include their long colonial past. Furthermore, LGBT people are killed everywhere. If you don’t pass enough, if you’re too faggy for some bigot to stomach, if you happen to be born into an unaccepting family, society, it can mean death for any LGBT person, anywhere in the world. And, for the record, gay marriage isn’t exactly legal in Israel either. But, most importantly—and this may come as a shock to some but—I believe in my heart that every single Palestinian could be a raging homophobe and/or transphobe who hates me and I STILL don’t think that means they should be slaughtered by the thousands in the open air prison they’re kept in because they live in an apartheid state. Human rights are unconditional. If you disagree then fix your heart or die.