Linda Gregg, from a poem titled "The Chorus Speaks Her Words As She Dances," featured in Too Bright to See: Poems (edited)
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i forgot to post this during june but i think one of the reasons qsmp was so important was how unapologetically Gay it was
for starters, the number of creators and admins involved who are irl queer of some variation, just chilling in a place where any kind of phobia would get Philza's legendary ban hammer faster than you could say "rainbow jelly"
and then the characters.
i remember showing up that first day and being shocked that somehow foolish had an ex-boyfriend already (I had missed the squidcraft lore apparently)
that server. gay. all the gay. all kinds of gay.
govermentally assigned platonic husbands that stayed together the whole time (despite one of them being gone for months at a time), not a chance in hell of infidelity. Proud fathers of two wonderful children.
governmentally assigned partners who yelled full volume at each other about cheating any time they were in the room together and between the two of them killed two children.
a grieving father and ex-convict becoming one of the most solid couples in the server, with a beautiful wedding and consistent public displays of affection via the in-game chat.
a demon ashamed of who she was and a lonely detective struggling with family trauma, now with a lil girl of their own, to love together and take care of, with more moms than could ever allow the little girl to ever be lonely herself.
a 2b2t warrior coming to terms with his sexuality with the support of his beautiful baby boy at his side, slowly but surely opening up to his eventual Brazilian Boyfriend. Where they went from the most cautious couple (baby steps) to the most sickeningly sweet couple on the server.
- and this list doesn't even scratch the surface.
gay characters, trans characters, ace characters, aroace characters, gender fluid characters, all kinds of relationships and families.
all presented without negativity or shame.
the point of the server was to exchange languages and cultures, without the biases and barriers seen so much in both the content creator scene and the wider world.
it also had a beautiful little side effect, practically by accident.
our lgbtqsmp.
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New 'Do, Same You now on Ao3!!
it's here! my silly hairdresser AU that sparked from my silly page of doodles is now a fic!! i hope you'll give it a read!
In the mood for something new?
Come on in for a new hairdo!
Day or night, dusk or dawn,
Find what you're looking for at the Shooting Star Salon!
EDIT: they're handing out coupons for the salon! 20% off all services! Not valid with other offers. Valid until end of January 2025.
(some of them are drawn in crayon by Clip himself 🖍️)
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The MANY Bloodlines of Constantine
Those Constantine is Danny's dad and sold his kid soul because he thought he'd actually never have one and Danny is now the Ghost King so his soul claims are invalid AUs but learns he's not Constantine only kid (after a while Constantine honestly 100% thought he'd never have kids and never bothered with a 1st born clause when making deals, maybe some annoyed deity or powerful magic user made Constantine think he can't have kids anymore just to get back at the conman) and now doing everything in his Kingly power to save his half-siblings (can be other teens from other shows or movies or cartoons etc etc) because Danny is the oldest of them and really really wants to punch his biodad for making such a huge mess he has to deal with but Danny does get to meet and protect his younger Half-siblings.
Then comes the day he's celebrating one of his half-sibs birthday with all the others when he's suddenly summoned out of the blue and meets not just the Justice League but his, and his half-sibs, no good soul selling biodad.
Hello rightly placed aggression.... Once he takes care of that powerful evil spirit that's attacking earth first of course.
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Bestie I absolutely NEEEED that Millie bright fic 😭😭😭😭😭 there’a such a lack of content here for her and you’re writing is so good I can’t deal
a/n: Hi bestie, thank you so much for your sweet words, hopefully the little snippet can sweeten the waiting time a bit until we publish the whole Millie Bright fic on Monday.
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Sonia gave you an encouraging smile before she turned to her players. “Bonjour, girls. Before we begin, I want to introduce someone to you. This is our new player, y/n.“, she said in her heavily accented English.
You waved nervously at the others: “Salut.“
At least there were some familiar faces smiling back at you.
Sonia continued: “We worked together in Lyon. She is already very experienced for her age and she will play Centre back. We brought her in to ‘ave more competition at this position, especially with Millie.“
“Excuse me, what?!”, a tall, blonde woman said incredulously. Millie, you assumed.
Sonia shrugged: “That is football, Millie. It will ‘elp you improve.“
“Oh, wow. But I’m the captain. I…“, she started, seemingly unsure how to express her anger.
“Someone’s scared.“, Lucy teased. She was one of the few people you already knew from her time at Lyon, back when you had just joined the senior team.
Millie rolled her eyes at her teammate: “I’m not scared of a child.“
“I’m not a child. I’m 22.“, you protested, studying the older woman that you would have to compete with. Your heart sank a bit. She was a European champion, a regular starting player for her club and country and while you had your fair share of trophies, contending for the same position with her would be no easy task.
Millie gave you an unimpressed look: “You’re barely out of girlhood, you still got a lot to learn. Welcome to Chelsea, this will be very different to Lyon.“ There was an icy edge to her voice as she said the last part.
Hushed whispers passed between the other players.
You can read the full oneshot here. ❤️
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Linda Gregg, from a poem titled "What If The World Always Stays Far Off," featured in Too Bright to See: Poems
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do you ever think about how matthew fairchild was such a sunshine coded character—a golden boy, floated through school, charmed everyone with his infamous smile; a starry-eyed dreamer who had faith in most things that weren’t himself. and how because of one moment of naivety he lost years of his life to devastating self-sabotage, believing himself worth nothing, deserving of nothing, drinking day by day to numb out the pain—because he believed people could only ever like him when he wasn’t sober, when he wasn’t fully himself. and how despite visibly not being okay, nobody ever really said anything about it until he basically hit rock bottom. and do you ever think about how matthew would’ve given up his love for cordelia in a second if it meant james could be happy, when james wouldn’t do the same? you knew. i told you in the letter. and how he joked and deflected so much to hide how sad he really was, because he believed no one would care enough to see it. i did not know that i looked sad, to you. because i think about it a lot and it makes me very sad
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Seeing 15 year olds making cutesy posts about how to act like your kin type or decorate your room like a den or whatever just... warms my heart in such a tender and specific way. Its the sweetest rebellion in the face of a culture that demands every teenager behave aloof and as palatable to one of three mainstream aesthetics as possible. I wish every kid had such courage and such passion for their individuality. I love it. Every time a young teen makes a kin aesthetic post the world becomes a more delightful, accepting place where kids are allowed to be kids and adults are allowed to have fun
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