#and how after being out as bisexual for years she came out as a lesbian…

[m-jay-gee]

so much internalised biphobia among the bi girlies nowadays. not necessarily just girlies. but i feel like largely girlies bc we dont want to feel or seem like we're faking our queerness for whatever reason. like a preference is a preference dont get me wrong it's just so many younger bi girls have a hard time admitting their attraction to men. i am a stellar example before i realised i can be attracted to people without giving a shit. fuck anyone that judges you for that, who said it was their business anyway. men are hot. men are insanely attractive. everyone is pretty and i truly believe it.

[huggingkoalas]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | vanessa shelly

pairing — ‧₊˚ professor!vanessa shelly x fem!student!reader

summary — ‧₊˚ after encountering one of your professors, professor vanessa shelly, by chance at the club, the both of you drink together at the bar. you go over to her place afterwards for some ‘private time’.

word count — ‧₊˚ 1.8k

warning(s) — ‧₊˚ smut, pet names, degradation, cursing, oral sex, top!vanessa, bottom!reader, teacher-student relationship

authors note — ‧₊˚ less use of ‘flowery’ language this time, i tried to be more quick with the writing but still ended with 1k words D: will probably be on hiatus for abit because of work and family issues </3

It was a seedy bar, barely on the cusp of legality. You let out a series of coughs at the reeking smell of sweat and sex. You had heard from your friends that there was a lesbian bar near your dorm. You were a sophomore at the University of Utah and haven’t had any luck getting a relationship with anyone at the university so far. You were a closeted bisexual, so you decided to try the lesbian bar instead of a normal one.

You were disappointed by the lack of choices for the evening. The attractive ones looked like they were taken, and there were others you could not picture being with. You sighed, sipping on your glass of rum and coke.

You knew that you shouldn’t be so picky, it had been over a year since you’d had sex. You were so busy with your studies that you didn’t have time to have a social life. Your fingers and toys worked occasionally, but only for awhile, and you wanted some real company. Toying with your drink, you decided to give it five more minutes, and if no one remotely attractive arrived, you’d go home.

The five minutes went faster than you had hoped, so quickly that you decided to give yourself another five and then another. Letting out a ‘tsk’, you drank the last of your rum and coke and stood up. You quickly cast a desperate eye towards the door.

And that was when a familiar figure walked in. Your eyes widened as you realized that it was your writing and rhetoric studies professor, Professor Vanessa Shelly. The surprise of seeing her in such a setting made you freeze for a moment, but curiosity got the better of you.

Vanessa’s gaze roamed the bar and landed on you. She approached you, weaving through the dancing crowd to reach the service bar. “Hello, Ms. L/N.” She called out above the music.

You took a shaky breath. “Oh, good evening Professor Shelly! It’s... Uh, it’s not what it looks like.” You stammered, a faint blush colouring your cheeks. “I’m just here for a drink. I’m not into women.”

She chuckled, trying to put you at ease. “No need to explain. We’re not in university, you can call me Vanessa. Why don’t I get you a drink?”

The both of you navigated your way through the bar, settling into a quieter corner where you could converse without shouting over the music. You let your gaze roam her outfit, realizing that she was still in her work clothes. You admired how her grey pantsuit hugged her body. and that blue tie she wore. You had always thought your professor was attractive, especially when she wore a tie. You had never thought that she might also be gay. Why else would she be in a lesbian bar?

After a moment, a lively individual with a charismatic smile approached us. “What can I get you two?” The bartender asked.

You glanced at Vanessa, giving her the opportunity to choose first. She pondered for a moment before deciding on something simple. “A shot of vodka, please.”

The bartender nodded, turning his attention to you. “And for you?”

You offered a smile. “I’ll go with a rum and coke, thanks.”

While waiting for the drinks, you could see Vanessa cast worried looks at the people around the bar. Was she nervous that someone would recognize the both of you? Your thoughts were interrupted when your drinks came. You raised your glass to your lips, appreciating the familiar comfort it offered. Vanessa downed her shot of vodka, letting out a hum at the taste.

You asked her nervously. “And what about you, Vanessa? What’re you doing here? I never expected to see a professor here.”

With a smirk, Vanessa placed down her glass. “Unlike you, Ms. L/N, I’m gay.”

“Oh.” You replied, her cheeks turning a light shade of red.

She reached her hand across the table and placed it gently on yours. You didn’t react by snatching your hand away, but your gaze did shift nervously away from hers.

“You’re not here for a drink, are you? You’re gay.” Vanessa said carefully.

“I... Well, you’re correct. I’m here because I’m gay.” Your gaze fell to her hand holding yours. “I feel so disgusting, though. I can’t help it, it’s just the way women look - they do something to me. I know it's wrong to feel like this.”

Vanessa stroked her thumb against the back of your hand and tried to speak encouragingly. “It’s not disgusting. Some women like men, while others like other women. Neither is right or wrong.”

“Thanks, Vanessa.” Your hand that wasn’t holding her hand lifted to wipe away a tear. “I wish I could be like you. To have no restrictions on sexuality.”

Vanessa’s eyebrows rose. You could see that she was taking time to think about her following words. “Why don’t we go to my place? We can talk further in private.”

“I... I’d like that.” You smiled. You downed the last sip of your rum and coke. You wondered if she knew if going back to her place was another way of saying ‘to go back to her place to fuck’.

Vanessa switched on the light in her apartment and turned to you. “Make yourself comfortable.”

She went over to a counter beside the television. A vinyl recorder sat atop the counter. She sifted through a box full of vinyl, choosing the perfect record for the setting. Finally taking her pick and placing the vinyl on the recorder, soft, soothing music began to play from the instrument.

She went to her kitchen to grab a wine bottle and a pair of wine glasses. She joined you on the couch, placing them on the coffee table. She poured the wine into the two glasses, the red liquid reminding you of the colour of her lipstick.

Raising both of your glasses, Vanessa exclaimed. “Cheers.”

“Thank you, Vanessa.” The both of you clinked your glasses.

The both of you sat drinking on their glasses of wine for a couple of minutes. You recognized that the music playing on the vinyl recorder was a classic song you favoured. Vanessa placed down her glass and stood up, extending a hand to you. “Wanna dance?”

“N-Now? Here?” You were stunned. You exhaled nervously, taking Vanessa’s hand to pull yourself up. "Alright.”

Vanessa danced energetically. It took you time to ease your shyness to dance as energetically as her. The both of you threw themselves around the room like two hyper-high school teenagers, laughter dancing in the air. You laughed as you walked over to take another sip of your drink. She walked over to the vinyl recorder and replaced the album with a more upbeat one. She sauntered back to you, her hips swaying as she danced to the song. You stayed still for a second, admiring how her body looked as she danced.

“Come on,” Vanessa called, beckoning you with a finger and a wink.

You put down your drink, walking over to join her. While the both of you were dancing separately before, she was moving closer to you, so much so that your body was almost touching hers. You smiled as you looked up at her, and she beamed back. Vanessa reached behind you and pulled you towards her.

“V-Vanessa-” You stuttered.

Vanessa’s smile turned into a smirk. She leaned forward, closing her lips onto you. Your lips melted on hers, your lips opening to give her tongue permission to roam your mouth. Realizing what was happening, you pulled back in shock, your cheeks reddening.

“I-I’m sorry.” Vanessa apologized, unwrapping her hands from your waist.

“I-I should be the one apologizing, it’s me. I’m not ready.” You smiled weakly, “I’m attracted to you, but you're my professor, and-”

Vanessa gave you a quick peck on the lips, shutting you up. “I know, but we’ll figure something out, alright?”

Speechless, you nodded. Vanessa wrapped her arms around your waist, and you wrapped your arms around her shoulder. This time, you were the one to initiate the kiss. You deepened the kiss, sucking on her bottom lip in favour. As the both of you kissed, Vanessa couldn’t help but move her hands from your waist to your butt, squeezing it lightly.

Your hands went to the buttons on her pantsuit, unbuttoning them. She broke the kiss, looking at you with raised eyebrows. “Are you sure about this?”

You nodded. “Yes, please-” Vanessa grinned and laid a trail of kisses around your neck, her hands sliding underneath your shirt. She was surprised to feel nothing but bare flesh, squeezing your breasts.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” Vanessa whispered. You grabbed the hem of your shirt, taking it off in reply to her question.

“Are you going to punish me, Professor Shelly?” you teased, calling her by her professional term.

The music had stopped long ago, but the two of you were too entranced by each other. Vanessa grabbed your hands, pulling you over to her bedroom. She pushed you onto her bed, your back hitting the soft mattress. You pushed yourself back until your back hit the headboard, spreading your legs wide for Vanessa.

Her knees hit the mattress, crawling to you and sliding a hand up your clothed thigh. She didn’t waste any time pulling down your pants and panties, eager to touch you. You let out a shaky breath, reaching forward to pull on her blue tie to give her a bruising kiss. “I need you, Vanessa, please.”

Vanessa lowered herself to your heat, tenderly kissing your inner thighs. She could smell you, her mind hazing at the thought of tasting you. She moved the tip of her tongue to enter your cunt, the bittersweet tang on her taste buds. You gasped in pleasure, your sounds becoming more high-pitched as she pushed more of her tongue into you. You gripped her shoulders as she explored your wet heat, swirling and pressing her tongue on your inner walls.

“Oh god, that’s so good,” You murmured. Vanessa’s hands gripped your thighs, squeezing them as she slammed her tongue deeper into you.

“Don’t stop, please.” You cried out in frustration. Erotic and wet noises could be heard as sje lapped on your heat in hunger. Your thighs were quivering and your back arched as you thrust your hips. She was addicted to your taste, picking up the speed of moving her tongue in and out of you.

Your nails sunk deeper into Vanessa’s shoulder, blood beginning to draw out. “I-I’m cumming!” You screamed out, the sound reverberating around the bedroom. Vanessa licked up the remnants, her chin, and nose streaked with your cum.

Your cheeks and ears were flushed red, your chest heaving in deep, ragged breaths. “W-Wow, Vanessa.” You exclaimed, your thighs still quivering from the intense orgasm. “That... That was something.”

[heterophobicdyke]

One of my aunties was raped and abused by her husband for decades, and when she tried to leave he stabbed the priest who helped her and threatened to kill her entire family including me. She went back.

Another of my aunties was raped and abused by her boyfriend for years. He smashed in the windows of my grandparents house while I was inside, 7 years old. Cops didn’t do shit.

My Nan’s best friend and her kids were chased down train tracks by the husband with a gun, shooting after them. They ran to my grandparents house and he dropped the gun because my pop said he would have to shoot him to come inside and kill the family.

My grandparents next door neighbour’s DOCTOR husband, no proof of abuse before, murder-suicided him and his family.

Another of my Nans (recently dead) had 16 siblings, most girls. They were all molested by their father, my great grandfather. My nan’s sister told us recently that she slept with the door locked and a window open so if he came in she could run. My nan got into a cycle of abusive relationships, suicide attempts and addiction for the rest of her life. She died because male doctors wouldn’t listen to the seriousness her stomach problems.

My dad was extremely verbally abusive to my whole family and emotionally/psychologically abusive to my mum while I was growing up and he only didn’t get consistently physical (he did towards my mum a couple of times as well as smacking us kids) because he saw his own dad beat his mum (the one in the above paragraph) to a pulp multiple times, including when she left because her husband was cheating with one woman and seeing multiple prostituted women.

I have multiple other relatives who were raped and abused by their husbands. One made her fuck a dog.

When I was 15/16, my friends were being taken advantage of 20+ year old men who even made one of my friends give a vile of her blood which he kept on him (and her), as a necklace, and he held a knife up to her throat when they “had sex.” She was told it was kinky and progressive. I found radical feminism on tumblr shortly after and it was the sex styles men have that turned me radical at 16. Not trans stuff. I was ripped from my high school friends and not allowed at any parties involving these men because I didn’t flirt and I didn’t fuck. I was a lesbian (who wasn’t even out at the time). I was a “frigid.”

My high school friends let me be treated this way by their male partners until the relationship would end and I’d have the salt and vinegar chips in hand and cradle them while they broke down that he was on to the next virgin pussy. Sorry but that’s how men see it and it’s how they are.

As an adult, I made really good friends with a bisexual woman at uni. We bonded over being the radical types of feminists. She got with a man. After years together I found out he cheated with a woman I know. At first she was done with him.l, when I told her. But he talked his way around to the point he made her stop talking to ME. Because I told her. In female bathrooms she kept trying to make out with me and tell me how sorry she was that in front of him she had to act like she didn’t know me, as if the only reason I cared was because I was a lesbian and “must have wanted to get with her.” I didn’t! I was there for her as a friend!!!

My cousin got with a dude who gave me a job as a writer. At first, I could write as many words as I wanted. Gradually I realised I was there for him to prove to her family he was a good person to be with. He stopped paying me, it started coming out of her account, and at that point I left the job. She’s not with him anymore—he physically/emotionally/psychologically abused her, starved her cat, hurt her kids—and we repaired our connection.

I’ve always been the lesbian friend/fam member having to watch my OSA besties/family being abused by men while they don’t listen to me. I’ve just got to stand and watch until they’re ready to get with the next abuser.

My family is a normal Australian family. We are not known for having it especially horrible, despite not being well to do with money. This is normal.

I am NOT THE ONE to talk to about how great your boyfriend or husband is and how radical you are for staying with him because you have enough money to donate to your local woman’s shelter. I am NOT THE ONE.

These examples are why I became a radical feminist. But I was a lesbian since birth. Only had crushes on girls and women since birth. Didn’t make a choice. But I think Mother Nature made me lesbian because of the abuse my family—not unlike other families, like yours, your family just might not have been as transparent with you—has endured. As an evolutionary thing. I have a right to discuss male/female relationships so go fuck yourself.

[enavstars]

Happy Pride Month!!

Lgbt headcanons under the cut

Cole

• Gay

• Demiromantic

• He/ him

• Had a crush on Kai the firsts seasons and confused Kai and Nya in the love triangle thing.

• When he came out to his father Lou was like "I know. Which one of those three is your boyfriend then?".

Zane

• Pansexual

• Demisexual

• Non binary

• They/ them

• Doesn't bother correcting people when they use he pronouns. The rest of the ninja do bother a lot.

• Doesn't fall in love easily but when they do they fall hard.

• Asked Jay to make changes to their body to make it look less masculine.

Jay

• Bisexual

• Demiboy (afab)

• He/ They

• Had a lot of crushes which include Nya, Kai and Cole.

• Still has a bi panic sometimes with Kai because he looks like Nya.

• Ed & Edna were really supportive with Jay's transition which started before he joined the ninja. He had top surgery between seasons 2 and 3.

• He suffered a bit of bullying for being trans.

Kai

• Bisexual

• Genderfluid

• He/ She

• Didn't bother questioning his gender until he tried Nya's clothes as a joke and had a gender crisis.

• More transfem and prefers she pronouns. Loves when they treat him as a girl.

• Can easily look like a girl and loves to confuse people.

• Pretends to be annoyed when they call him a pretty princess as a joke but loves it.

• Knows how to flirt and pulls but blushes and malfunctions when it's his crush.

• (Doesn't know how to make a decision xd)

Nya

• Bisexual

• She/ Her

• Realized she was Bisexual when she was young and suffered a bit from homophobic comments in the village.

• Kai came out years later (when he had the time to question his sexuality) and Nya became much more comfortable with herself.

• Had a crush on Skylor but her brother was faster.

Lloyd

• Gay

• Asexual

• Gender unlabeled

• He/ They/ It/ Xe...

• Doesn't care about pronouns, he just doesn't like she.

• Realized he was gay after the Harumi thing (greenflower :))

• Didn't know what asexuality was and was insecure for a while (with his siblings being the two horniest mfs) until they explained the concept to him.

• Is still questioning his gender but remains unlabeled for now.

Pixal

• Lesbian

• Aromantic

• Demigirl

• She/ They

• Thought she was agender and came out as demigirl after season 10.

• Has no interest in romantic relationships

• (Alloaro because they don't get representation)

• Broke up with Zane but she's their N°1 defender.

Skylor

• Lesbian

• Trans woman

• She/ Her

• Dated Kai for a while before she realized she was a lesbian and they broke up (that wasn’t the only reason tho)

• Is kinda jealous of Kai switching genders:

Skylor: How do you pass as a girl so easily?

Kai: Am I a pretty girl?

Extra:

• Wu and Garmadon, being the sons of God, are beyond gender and use any pronouns.

• The ninja (minus Lloyd) are all poly depending on my mood (multishiper pros)

Kai and Nya love giving people bi panics (including Jay)

[aromantic-diaries]

In honor of the first ever aromantic visibility day I dedided to share my own story

A lot of the time I talk about how I should have known earlier but I guess we can say no one really told me anything. For as long as I can remember I never understood the way people fell in love. As a small kid I thought marriage was just a milestone that everyone had to reach in order to start a family and everyone just picked out a person they liked. A lot of the boys in kindergarten had crushes on me for whatever reason but I didn't really care, none of them ever caught my eye. I was focused on my best friend

The overwhelming presence of romance in the media never failed to annoy me. Why are all the songs about love? I complained about this and my friends shut me down. Why is everyone so obsessed with shipping? I guess I don't get it. Romance is everywhere and I was sick of it

When I was about 10 I randomly decided it was time to develop a crush. So I looked around and picked out a random boy that I previously had no interest in and decided I liked him. It was nothing more than a few daydreams and sometimes we spoke to eachother but I never pursued him. One time we talked about dreams and he told me about how cool it was whenever he'd have dreams about stealing cars and influenced by him I had a dream where I stole a car. I forgot about this brief crush and later I looked back and realised I never really liked him

Me and my best friend stayed in touch for a long time. Throughout our friendship she had a lot of crushes which she would get really invested in. I never did. I listened to her go on and on about whatever boy she liked while thinking about how I've never been in love. I didn't want to fall in love but some part of me wondered what it was like. I assumed that I'd grow into it one day and someone special would come into my life and I'd finally fall in love. The years went by and anytime I had any potential crush I hated the idea of it and ignored it until I forgot.

I was about 12 when I first started questioning my sexuality. For the longest time I believed I was straight but then the thought of liking girls came up. I was scared of this idea but I couldn't help but wonder if I was a lesbian, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself I liked boys. But I didn't really like girls besides thinking they were pretty. Then I learned about bisexuality. It made sense to me and I was relieved that I didn't have to choose after all. What followed was a long internal struggle of self acceptance, then I came out to a few of my friends and the idea of bisexuality became central to my identity, regardless of the fact that I had never actually been attracted to a boy or a girl in my life.

I was 13 going on 14 when I thought it finally happened and that I had fallen in love. With whom? My best friend that I had known for my whole life. It just made sense because she had always been there for me, she had been my closest friend for ten years. At first I was infatuated with this idea but later on it became a burden and I just wanted to get over it. Eventually I told her and as I should have expected, she didn't feel the same way. I didn't try to push her to like me. The rejection hurt and for a long time I couldn't get over it but I let the idea go. But was I really in love with her or was she just the most important person in my life? I never wanted more than what we already had. Regardless, this was the closest I ever got to being in love

By this time I was already on tumblr and making friends online. A little while after my heartbreak I made friends with three people who shared my interests. To cut a long story short, two of the people in the group both admitted to shipping me and the other person, which struck me pretty suddenly but we both played along with it. I started wondering if I actually liked them and after a short while they confessed and I said I liked them too, so we started dating. It was actually a really pleasant relationship but throughout it I couldn't help but feel like I was leading him on or lying. Usually I'd either act way too flirty with him as if I was exaggerating, or I just spoke to them like they were my best friend rather than my romantic partner. I liked him a lot but not romantically.

I eventually learned the term 'aromantic'. I didn't really think it could ever be me. Surely I wasn't. Even though I related to an awful lot of what aros on tumblr talked about, I remained in denial. Over and over I told myself I'm not aromantic, I've always wanted romance, right?

As I got older the idea of romance became less and less appealing. I used to like it but eventually I started to feel put off by the very idea of it. I thought a lot about things I had learned in the aromantic community and began to realise that I didn't quite understand the difference between romantic and platonic love. Was romance really that great? Was I just afraid of being vulnerable? Or did I just convince myself that I even felt romantic attraction because I was afraid that if I didn't, I would be left out or incomplete. I remembered just how disinterested I was when I was younger. That surely would have meant I was aromantic, right? I reminded myself of all the "crushes" I had and that I was in a romantic relationship, and still it didn't feel right. But I didn't want to admit it. It came up again and again over the years but despite that I never wanted to think about it.

Cut to one night before my 17th birthday. I'm still scrolling mindlessly, even though my brain is barely awake. I should go to sleep. Then out of nowhere it comes up again, I'm too tired to filter my thoughts. What if I am aromantic after all? I can't be. I'm just about to jump to my alibis when another thought crosses my mind. What if I tried to think it over without trying to disprove it? I give it a shot and the more I think about it the more it makes sense. Oh god. I jump onto discord and start rambling about it in the vent channel of a server I'm in. It all makes so much sense. I go to bed

The next day. I am now 17 and since I don't have plans I go out to buy myself a birthday present with the money I received. I have a lot of time to myself and I think about last night, now awake. It all makes sense. Everything that felt odd before now adds up perfectly. Then the guilt kicks in. I have to tell my partner. I feel awful, but I decide that I would rather be honest and potentially hurt them than keep up a lie and feel even more guilty. I finally spill it and though surprised, they're accepthing. Suddenly everything feels amazing and I'm so overjoyed I almost forget it's my birthday. I come out on tumblr and I make an aro bracelet that I start wearing every day.

And so life goes on. It took me a while to fully accept myself but I got to learn a lot about myself and eventually I was no longer mourning the fact that I don't feel romantic attraction. Some people are very understanding and supportive, others don't quite get it, but I'm happy. One day I decided to start a sideblog for sharing my thoughts and feelings about aromanticism, and that's how we got aromantic-diaries. At first it didn't get much attention but it's gathered a following in the past months which never fails to make me happy because it's absolutely amazing to see that I can be a source of comfort for people like me

So there's my story! If you read it all the way through, hi! I hope you're having a great day today!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for shit talking a mutual friend to my friend and his girlfriend 

(🌧️🐾 for finding later)

I (18 nb) used to be best friends with Macy (19 f). We were incredibly close sense I was 5. Near the end of middle school I came out as bisexual and then as trans. She was totally fine with gay men (she loved rpf) so i figured it would be fine. She said she was ok with it but she would constantly tell me to tone it down, and would get uncomfortable when i had a crush on a girl. Finally after a year of her being vaguely homophobic, Macy said that lesbian relationships were disgusting. it was kind of my oh moment where i realized we couldn’t be friends anymore.

After that I met my other best friends May (19 f) and Will (18 m) and love them dearly. Macy did leave me with insecurities about my sexuality, and for a while i wasnt completely myself around May because she is straight. she told me off and she has been an awesome example as to what healthy friendships look like. 

Now to the part where i was kind of a dick. As i’ve grown into my self so has Macy. she’s an evangelical christian now. My old friends are still friends with her which im fine with. I was hanging out with my friend Evan (18 m) and his girlfriend (17 nb). They started talking about how it’s so crazy that she’s an evangelical who doesn’t care that her friends are gay. I made a face, and told them about my experience with her. They both got pissed at me and said I was being stupid and that she had changed, that i was butthurt about it, and was being mean. They also implied that I was over exaggerating how Macy acted towards me. I just stayed quiet after that but the vibes were wrong for the rest of the hang out. 

I know i am not the asshole for not being friends with Macy anymore (thank you May for teaching me that). But i told Evan and his girlfriend about how she treated me not for any productive reason, but because it pissed me off that they were saying how nice towards gay people she was. That’s really where i think i may have been an asshole, i talked shit because I was pissed about their perception of her, or at least get them to know that she wasn’t always like that. 

aita?

[azulasmommyissues]

ATLA sexuality headcanons, part 2, Roku's era:

due to the limited information regarding this era, i might just be spouting bullshit. but! it's mY bullshit.

roku

-bisexual, male lean

-he mainly dated men when he was younger because he was trash at talking to women, but after mastering the avatar state he actually started seeing women (because raava is a lesbian)

-he is the master of homoerotic friendships, i tell you. sozin? gyatso? sud? no heterosexual explanation for any of them

-with sozin, roku was oblivious as fuck. he loved him, but he could never pinpoint exactly how. there were many moments of unresolved sexual tension.

-he fell in love with ta-min because she's absolutely raava's type

-but literally wore sozin's crown until the end of hid life and keeps it in his spirit form despite everything??? roku, please.

sozin

-he is gay but he's also awful

-contrary to all I've written until now, these things CAN co-exist

-being the golden child, a direct azula parallel, and also obsessed with roku?

-the fire nation law allowing married couples to legally annul their married was drafted and ratified by firelord sozin at around 44BG on the eve of avatar roku's wedding

-and gay marriage was made illegal after roku died.

-and he banned dancing in his oldest bitterest years of being alive because roku liked dancing, “sozin, It's my wedding! have a cookie! dance with someone!” (he didn't)

-he basically proposed to roku with his crown bfr

-i imagine that he was the one to kill gyatso. personally.

zeisan

-absolute lesbian

-in the avatar universe the lesbian masterdoc is a philosophical text that she herself wrote

-SO sick of sozin's imperialist, fascist bullshit. girl same. be gay study philosophy.

-she canonically bore no romantic love for khandro and he bore no such feelings for her either. the marriage was strictly political and based on mutual respect.

-rioshon, on the other hand? the love of zeisan's LIFE fr fr

ta min

-you've got no idea how much I'm looking forward to getting to know her when roku's book comes out. she seems nice. the roku episode barely gives her any attention, though. she's definitely raava's type that's for sure-- not a coincidence roku wifed her up AFTER mastering the avatar state, raava had been WAITING

-the vibes are relatively heterosexual

-girl was BEEFING with sozin

-"may i borrow your husband for a moment" if i were ta min and that was my wedding day idc if he was the firelord he would have gotten his ass beat (/j) so she's definitely a better person than me

-I'm a big fun of the theory that each avatar has the face of their past life's true love and aang looks a LOT like her so i think her and roku are sweet

gyatso

-gay bitch

-i don't know i just genuinely can't imagine him with a woman,,

-he had feelings for roku which weren't reciprocated and a nice old homoerotic friendship. his difference with sozin is that he didn't commit genocide and he DIDN'T leave roku to die in a volcanic eruption

-he loved roku enough to settle for being his friend if it meant he'd be happy

-he would have protected aang with his life, he was like a son to him,,, and he reminded him so much of his best friend

-after gyatso caused so much damage to the fire nation troops, sozin came to kill him himself. and god was it personal.

sud

-bisexual

-another homoerotic roku friendship

-roku you slutty slutty old man

-sud was roku's bi awakening, in fact. obviously sozin was the first one he loved but he couldn't explain it or understand it back then. he was old enough when he met sud to figure it out.

-him snd roku had tea dates after training, come on now

-they were friends first and foremost, though, lifelong friends.

taqukaq

-bisexual but never realises. I have to imagine he's at least somewhat conservative since he's from the northern water tribe and all—at least at first.

-then again, he was very spiritual and soft-spoken since his childhood. he travelled the world as a diplomat and saw many different walks of life

-he was perhaps in love with his good friend nai, and that's why his betrayal shook him to his core and gave him such terrible trust issues

rioshon

-lesbian

-also asexual

-perhaps she also fought sozin during the comet.

-maybe it was more personal for her than it was for him.

-she mourns the life she could have had with zeisan, if only she'd spoken out. if only she'd been honest with her feelings. damn the consequences! sozin won anyways. they wasted their lives and their love for nothing.

khandro

-aromantic and asexual

-bro finds rioshon captivating and respects the grind

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now... nyanchi, boin, ezra, zeebee, bo, chegu, ema, sherab, and norbu, etc, who all appear in avatar legends as regenerated characters—i actually don't know what to say about them. they barely feel like characters-and they're not really that connected to roku. i just want this era to get fleshed out like kyoshi's and yangchen's! like their novels were so good. I'm more excited to find out more about the past avatars than to get new avatars, honestly, but that might just be me.

[scribble-brain-aced]

for pride month, i have:

a list of how the hazbin hotel had their gay awakening. (or lesbian, or bi, or trans, or aroace, pan, etc)

Charlie: she watched Sleeping Beauty, the year after it came out. she looked at Snow White and thought “wow, she’s so pretty.. but also Price Florian.. wait.” because this was in 1938, she didn’t know what bisexuality was, but she knew and accepted her feelings, because it wasn’t a big deal to her. in the 1970s, she found the label for it— bisexuality— and thought “OH THERE’S A NAME FOR THIS, YAY!” and that was that.

Vaggie: when she was still alive, in 2010, a friend sent her a photo of a genderbent character from some TV show, and her first thought was “oh, okay, i see why everyone’s in love with them now. …wait.” she spent the next 20 minutes looking up female versions of characters and realizing “oh. OH THAT EXPLAINS SO MUCH” (based on my own story)

Angel: honestly, he can’t really say. he just kinda knew from the beginning that men were just hot, and he’d marry a guy if he could. molly just assumed he meant “yeah, men are just better than women” and went along with it, even though she personally thought both were radiantly beautiful. (she found out what pansexual meant in 1972.)

Husk: he has no idea. if asked, he just shrugs and goes “any hole is a goal, i couldn’t care less.” at one point, Angel just shoved a poster at him, Husk read it and was like “oh. i guess that’s me.” pretty chill reaction, just continued his normal day, but kept thinking “okay, wow, that’s ME.”

Sir Pentious: he just thought all people liked both men and women, but because of societal rules and whatever, they had to wait until they had a crush on the opposite gender. ..what do you mean thats not what being straight is. (he only found out what bisexuality was after he came to the Hotel and Charlie had a bi flag pin. he asked her what country that was, and she had to sit him down to explain the concept of LGBTQ+, and no, it is ABSOLUTELY NOT a mental illness, wtf, you’re fine, buddy, go be happy.)

Alastor: post-season 1, like three people separately wished him a happy asexual awareness week and he was so confused, he asked Angel to look up ‘a sexual’ on his phone because he couldn’t find anything at the library. (he was looking at the outdated library in cannibal town.) he read the definition, and locked himself in his room for the rest of the day. if anybody heard muffled screaming and somehow-happy-sounding swearing, nobody mentioned it.

Vox: pfft, what? no, he’s not gay! he’s perfectly straight! is it gay to say that men are just as good at women? …Val, what do you MEAN ‘no but yes’? (Valentino explained the entire history of LGBTQ+, stressing bisexuality. Vox just said “okay, okay, hear me out.. there’s a whole month for them, right? their whole thing is rainbows? what if we paint all of our logos rainbow-colored? they’d buy it!” Valentino gave up, because Vox just COULD NOT comprehend what he was trying to say. but he keeps sending bisexual memes to Vox.)

Valentino: he just always knew. come on, everyone’s hot, unless they aren’t. even better if they can be exploited. that’s all there is to it.

Velvette: pfft, she grew up with social media, she’s known about this shit since she was a kid. fuck love, fuck fucking, she’d rather pester Vox into making cheesy garlic bread. the guy’s a bitch, but he makes good cheesy garlic bread.

Baxter: back before he and sir pentious became bitter enemies, they were both talking about.. whatever. at one point, they got on the topic of clothing, and Baxter— then Bella— griped that he hated how dresses felt. too heavy, too annoying, and it made him feel sick, anyway. suits were just better, not just because they’re lighter. man, he wished he were a boy. pentious asked if he wanted to be a boy in general, not just for the suits, and after a moment, Baxter excused himself quickly to go find something in his library, shooing Pentious out of the house. a couple days later, he came out, transitioned, all that. the only reason he doesn’t cut off his light-lure thingy is because it’s useful. other than that, he avoids looking at it as much as possible.

[frogs00]

heyy, can you something with Cadina in college just being silly and flirty?

Crush (or more?)

Summary: Candy, Regina, Janis and Damian meet up to eat and stuff happens :) Warnings: Some swearing but otherwise none! Pairings: Regina + Candy

Cash entered the cafe where she, Janis, Damian, and Regina had decided to meet. It was crazy to her that they all ended up going to college in New York.

Senior year flew by, a year filled with revelation, establishing the fact that she; Thought of Aaron as a best-friend, which he accepted, being the cool dude he was. They still FaceTimed frequently and he got a new girlfriend.

She also realized she was bisexual, and may or may not have a three year, on-going crush on the Queen Bee. Apparently Damian and Janis knew before she did. She came-out to everyone not long after the revelation.

She took a seat, checking her phone every few seconds. She was surprised when both Damian and Janis showed up before the blonde. Both of them were going for a Bachelor of Fine art for different purposes; Damian’s being a future in fashion, and Janis simply being the artist she was.

“Hey, Caddy! Good to see you.” Janis greeted her warmly, they both took a seat across from her.

“Oh gosh! Hey, girl, you look amazing! Not surprised to see you’re the first one here but where is blondie?”

“I don’t-“

“Here!” Regina shouted as she approached them hurriedly, “sorry, class ran later than usual.” She took her seat beside Cady, her thigh brushing giants hers as they settled, making her stomach erupt into butterflies.

Regina was studying Law, a surprise to no one. She was proud of all her friends.

“Hey, ‘Gina!” Candy tried to hide her excitement, but was giddy.

“Mhm, hey guys.” Regina’s perfectly pink lips pulled into a smile as she adjusted her hair, batting her eyes and looking around. “Anywho, how are you fuckers doing?” Regina leaned forward, but the question seemed more aimed towards the strawberry blonde. Probably because she was holding eye-contact with Regina, the taller girls eyes filled with mischief she barely caught.

“Well, my studies are going well-“

“No one want to hear that, meet anyone?” Damian interjected, his tone light and suggestive, Janis snorted and nodded in agreement, wiggling her eyes brows.

“No, not really, have you guys?” She blushed a bit.

She made eye contact with Regina again after that question.

“Nah, not to be hypocritical, but art students are weird. I could never date me.” Janis jokes, looking at the menu while grinning.

“Many people couldn’t.” Regina quipped with a smirk.

“Oh, you love me, shut up.” Janis remarked; Casy knew they had become close again, it was lovely to witness, they were like best-friends again. Platonic. Yet it made her jealous the way they joked with each other. Even if Janis and Damian were the same way.

“Not my type, babe.” Regina snorted, leaning back, and her gaze flickering over to Cady, their eyes meeting once again, as if she wanted to say something.

“I’m crushed.” Janis cringed, tone sarcastic.

“Well, regarding meeting people, I met this dude, totally hot.” Damian let out an exaggerated sigh, “not that most of you would get that, so many girl-kissers.” “He’s not it, guys. Trust me.“ Janis cut in.

“You, my friend, are a lesbian so you can not judge me.” Damian objected, pulling out his phone and showing a picture of the dude, “but they can.”

Regina put up her hands, “Don’t look at me, I’ll tell you to kill him.”

“Yeah, you’re right, you might be worse then Janis at this, and you use to be a homophobic bitch, even if it was internalized, no offense.” He joked, turning the phone to Cady

“None taken, Men are….” Regina trialed off, making a face that made Cady laugh.

“He’s cute-ish,” Cady offered studying the phone, “you could do better.”

“You guys are useless.” He sighed.

Not long after they ordered. Everyone getting what you’d usually expect them too, except Janis, who got a Salad. (Which she got shit on for, but she seemed chill.)

“So, Cads,” Regina drawled, picking at her pasta, smirking, “no special anyone in your life, that by choice or…?” She left the question hanging.

“Yeah,” Cady answered honestly, taking a bite of her sandwich and shrugging.

“Mm, okay, good to know then.” She practically purred, picking up her glass, her blue eyes traced the blondes’s movements, the way her lips wrapped around the glass, how her chest pressed against the table as she leaned over…

She cleared her throat to bring herself back, forcing her eyes away. She was blushing, most likely visibly. Trying to distract herself by listening to Damian and Janis arguing about the most controversial gay artists.

Regina noticed and a shit eating grin crossed her face, “You can stare all you want, Cady.” Regina said nonchalantly, bringing the fork to her mouth.

Cady nearly choked on air. What does that mean? Is she flirting with me?

“I wasn’t…” Cady wasn’t one to lie, so she just changed the subject. “Anyways, law school, huh? Must me difficult, that’s a lot.”

“And being a physics Major isn’t?” Regina questioned chuckled, “but yeah, it’s hard, but I’m Regina George,” she leaned in a hut more, making Cady fluster a bit again, “I pull through. I can do anything.”

Cady still didn’t know how to logically approached flirting, so she just echoed her words, matching her tone, “Anything?” She swallowed.

“Oh, yeah, absolutely.” Regina grinned, a wide grin that made her swoon.

They had gotten their attention of their friends apparently, Damian whispering something to Janis and Janis pouting.

“I’m still eating, though!”

“It’s a damn sale, we uh….” He glanced at the two girls sitting across from them, “we need to go, this was nice though!”

Damian shot them a knowing look and practically dragged Janis out, after she took in a few more bites, and paid there half.

So now they were alone, it was almost like a…

“Do you want to go on a date?” Cady blurted out, blushing profusely.

Regina seemed taken aback for a moment, but she quickly collected herself and her usual flirty demeanor slipped in, mixed with excitement that warmed her to her core, “fucking finally, yes!”

“Finally?!” The girl gasped.

“I’ve liked you so long, Cads!”

“You have?!” Cady gaped, was she really that stupid with love?

“Yes, dummy, I have. I confide in Janis all the time about how stupidly naive you are.” She groaned playfully, “I would talk to Gretchen or Karen but they’ push me to ask you out, but I enjoy watching you squirm.”

“Well dang.” Cady laughed after a moment of processing.

“Yes, yes, yes. I’m hot and stuff.” She teased then her tone softened, “I’m so excited.” She grabbed and squeezed her hand, still wearing a toothy grin.

“Me too.”

I know this is short and sucks, still getting use to writing for Cadina, maybe I��ll do a part two if you guys like it enough! Enjoyed writing this surprisingly!

[tomodchis]

you've been unkind to me in my dreams for years. over and over you get to not want me. over and over i get to be the dog at your heels. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎. . .  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ،  ‎ ‎lev st. valentine

overview  ‎ ‎ ‎ ıllı ‎ ‎[ 🍀 ]    ‎♪ ҉     

(tomo)dachi — also stylized as DACHi or simply dachi — is a four piece co-ed group that debuted on july 27th, 2023 with bim bam bum. formed by the highly esteemed survival show lucky hour, they are praised for their vocals, storyline, and unique creative direction. the group’s consistent ‘cute’ sound has garnered them lots of attention. when asked if their sound ever got old after performing all day, every member was vehement in their positive answers.

dachi is managed by mystic story, an sm entertainment subsidiary. although dachi is not marketed as a sibling group of billlie, fans of both have drawn similarities between lore and wonder if it is all encapsulated within the same universe.

affectionately known by fans as an uneven group, the members of dachi are accustomed to curiousity. during the final episode of lucky hour, viewers were worried what type of dynamics would come out of a group with one man and three women. in fact, the group has been plagued with boycotts and unnecessary hate due to this. debut era was, arguably, the worst for the four of them, despite building up a strong fan base since episode one of lucky hour. the hate train has lessened with time — thanks to the multitude of viral moments, ambassador side jobs, etc — but twt comment sections are still filled with weirdos who use dachi as an example for… nothing in particular.

greeting ﹪  ❝ making new memories! hello, we are (tomo)dachi! ❞ fandom name ﹪  pockets fandom name meaning ﹪  fans are able to feel like they have the members in their pockets all the time, cheering them on genres ﹪  bubblegum pop, synthpop, electronic, dance years active ﹪  2023–present day

members ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ıllı ‎ [ 🏡 ]    ‎♪ ҉     

(홍제열) : hong jeyeol, 02 23 ‘97

. . . is a former child actor, model, and member of dachi. he’s been in the spotlight ever since he gained his ability to walk. thanks to his parents — hong siwan, movie director and angelina hong, supermodel — opportunities come incredibly easy. he decided to become an idol in his late teen years, rapidly switching companies before auditioning for sm and being moved to mystic story. jeyeol himself acknowledges his advantage among his peers. he frequently jokes about his place in dachi, saying how he rigged himself into the lineup with the help of his ‘mommy’s money’.

nicknames  ﹪  yeol, romeo, head of the sassy boy apocalypse identity ﹪  cis male, he / him, bisexual height  ﹪  5′11 birthplace  ﹪  busan, sk  ethnicity  ﹪  korean nationality  ﹪  korean position  ﹪ lead vocalist, lead dancer final rank ﹪ #2 fc  ﹪  lee jaehyun

(大江理恵) : ōe rie, chorong, 09 10 ‘00

. . . is a former professional cheerleader and member of dachi. chorong naturally looks for challenges everywhere in life. her biggest challenge for a long time was keeping up her competitive cheerleading career. she began at 8 years old but quit at 17 due to her kneecap shattering, altering her life’s course forever. she began looking into different occupations that she may not have looked twice at, which came the idea of becoming an idol. she moved from america to south korea all by herself and auditioned as an individual trainee for lucky hour. her ability to become a leader figure in virtually every situation has helped her form a multitude of connections. now that she’s an idol, possibilities seem endless.

nicknames  ﹪  cherry, 5th gen’s cheer captain identity ﹪  cis female, she / her, lesbian height  ﹪  5′5 birthplace  ﹪  san francisco, usa ethnicity  ﹪  korean-japanese nationality  ﹪  korean-american (dual citizenship) position  ﹪ main rapper, lead dancer, vocalist, leader final rank ﹪ #4 fc  ﹪  uchinaga aeri 

(고서이) : go seoyi, 12 03 ‘01

. . . is a member of dachi. she is the only member of the group to have no career in the public eye prior to appearing on lucky hour. she is delicate with her words, constantly thanking her parents for an ‘average’ life while also praising her fellow members for their talents and charm. her pure image during lucky hour absolutely enthralled the media which helped her rank in the number one spot. these days, no one can walk around south korea without seeing her face on billboards or hearing her voice in an advertisement. seoyi is, by far, the most popular member nationwide. it’s hard not to adore her.

nicknames  ﹪  gogo, everywhere-girl identity ﹪  cis female, she / her, bisexual height  ﹪  5′8 birthplace  ﹪  seoul, sk  ethnicity  ﹪  korean nationality  ﹪  korean position  ﹪ main vocalist, face of the group, center final rank ﹪ #1 fc  ﹪  kim gaeul

(은주비) : eun joobi, 04 29 ‘02

. . . is a member of dachi. eun’s idol career has spanned three generations in total: 3rd, 4th, and now 5th. in 2015 she debuted in an unsuccessful kid group. eun fell into obscurity immediately. she simply couldn’t achieve what she truly wanted because of the limits of a kid group (despite being a child herself). in 2020 she debuted as a soloist under mystic story, but didn’t gain the proper momentum to propel into stardom. she had one more comeback before heading back into the trainee dungeon. but finally, mystic story announced to their trainees that they would be airing a survival show, and eun was the first to get picked as a contestant.

nicknames  ﹪  scooby doo, joojoobi identity ﹪  femme, she / him, lesbian height  ﹪  5′7 birthplace  ﹪  gwangju, sk  ethnicity  ﹪  korean nationality  ﹪  korean position  ﹪  lead rapper, main dancer, vocalist, visual, maknae final rank ﹪ #3 fc  ﹪  park sohyun

additional info‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ıllı ‎ [ 🎧 ]    ‎♪ ҉     

dachi has an incredibly tough issue with solo stans. honestly, it might be the downfall of the group. seoyi solo stans are the worst for obvious reasons, but jeyeol solo stans can be even more infuriating. as the only guy he sticks out like a sore thumb. not to mention his extroverted personality and charisma which naturally draws in people. it feels like every day there’s a seoyi or jeyeol solo stan that protests for their removal of the group, like the bond that all dachi members share isn’t bordering on familial.

before dachi and lucky hour was an infamous scrapped project titled girl front. the lineup was entirely different, with nine female trainees of multiple nationalities. the goal was to represent as many kpop fans as possible through the idols. girl front quickly fell through when every trainee left the company over a 5 month period. the identities of the trainees are still unknown, but many theories have popped up around the industry.

insp. by @venusvity, @pureun & @almostyours

[ingravinoveritas]

The fact that in that scene in the doctor who special Donna’s about to go off with the doctor in the end and her husband is like yeah most husbands would be jealous of their wife hanging out with men in a small space alone but then he looks at the doctor and is like nah not him. Like he knows the doctor wouldn’t be interested in Donna in that way and that she was completely safe from cheating on her husband. Shaun took one look at the doctor and was like I know what you are . He was NOT worried about Donna being alone with him

So, I did watch the 60th special today, which I originally wasn't planning to do, since I'm not much of a Whovian. But curiosity got the better of me, and once your ask came in, I figured why not give it a watch.

After sitting through the whole episode, I still have no idea what the hell actually happened, or what a Metacrisis is, or why they were all fighting evil anthropomorphized dryer lint...but I was still thoroughly entertained. Haha. And there were moments I liked (disability rep with Shirley Bingham whose character actually wasn't about her disability but just her as a badass person!), moments I didn't like, and moments that made me unexpectedly emotional (the mention of Wilf, which given Bernard's passing last year was incredibly poignant and left me in tears).

But what I was really living for with this episode was how unbelievably and incredibly gay it was, in absolutely the most phenomenal way possible. Again, I want to emphasize that I am a very casual DW viewer, so I can't speak to previous seasons or incarnations, but this certainly felt like the queerest Doctor Who ep I have ever seen. The awesome Yasmin Finney as Rose. Describing the Doctor as "male...and female...and neither...and more." Having legend and lesbian extraordinaire Miriam fucking Margolyes as the voice of the Meep.

And of course, the moment you mentioned...

What's really interesting to me about this is so much of the writing in this episode was pretty on the nose (thinking in particular of the scene about the Meep's pronouns, which was very well meaning but felt a bit heavy-handed in both the writing and some of the delivery). But I wouldn't say Russell T. Daddy was really going for nuance in a lot of what ended up on screen, which is why this moment stands out and is so interesting and hilarious. You can almost feel Russell abruptly stop short of saying what this is clearly meant to be saying, and leaving it as subtext instead of, well...text. And I've mentioned on my blog previously about seeing the Doctor and Donna's (as well as David and Catherine's) chemistry as very "exasperated straight woman and her chaotic bisexual BFF," so this really seemed to validate the hell out of that. Haha.

So yes, overall, I enjoyed "The Star Beast" much more than I ever expected to, and I'm definitely intrigued to see what the other specials will entail (especially "The Giggle," since NPH is in that one, and the queer quotient will no doubt be off the charts, at least if the production stills/BTS I remember seeing last year are any indication). It will certainly be interesting to see if we get more moments like the one above with Fourteen (Ten? Ten-Four?), so I suppose we'll find out soon...

[lady-bess]

Feeling proud during pride 🏳‍🌈

*rips off the uncomfortably tight band-aid which has stopped me talking about this for far too long*

Ouch! *incomprehensible swearing*

Wow, that hurt. But now that the wound is exposed, it can heal. Right?

If you're wondering what the heck I'm talking about - Hi, I'm Bess, and this June I came out to my mother and partner as gay.

The mentality of ripping off a band aid to get things out in the open has been the only metaphor I could accurately use to describe how this whole ordeal has felt.

But Bess... I hear you begin, You've had "bisexual" in your bio since you started on social media. What's different?

Dear reader, you're totally right! I have! So, sit back, relax, and let me tell you why this pride means so much more to me than it ever has. And, in doing so, I hope I can resonate with someone out there who might have been going through something similar. To show someone that you're not alone, no matter how much it might feel like it.

This Pride month started out the same as most for me. I'd scoff at all the big corporations slapping a rainbow on their logo to show solidarity with the LGBTQ+ community, and people around me would wonder why I personally cared about what these businesses did, as someone who is in a long term relationship with someone of the opposite gender (because we see y'all Pink Washing, don't get it twisted..).

But deep down, I felt like this year things were going to be different. I had this looming sensation that my life was about to change, and it would be something to do with my sexuality.

A lot has changed this last year. I've had three different jobs, I've come off birth control, hit my mid-twenties, and I've been through a bought of cheeky depression. Any of my nearest and dearest friends could tell you that I've been three or four entirely different people this last year, but I feel I'm now finally at a point where the storm has quelled, the clouds have passed, and we are now travelling in much calmer waters. Like the version of me who has come out the other side of all these toils is who I'm meant to be.

And I owe it, to her, to be my true self.

Throughout all of these life changes though, one thing held me back. At every hurdle I've overcome this last year, I've constantly felt like there's another bigger fight waiting for me to face one day. And no matter what I do, it's coming, regardless. The older I've got, the harder it has become to keep it hidden. And that is how I feel about my sexual identity - the months and years of questioning myself, wondering "just how gay am I?" (which, spoiler alert, if you're having to ask yourself that question then you're probably a bit queer).

Because, even though I've been comfortably 'out' as bisexual to my friends since I was 14, this last year I've felt a shift. For the first time, I felt like my sexuality mattered. For the first time, I didn't want to hide who I was. It took me over a decade to get there, and I still haven't got it all figured out. But honestly? I no longer think that matters.

I haven't a clue if I'm still bi, pansexual, or a lesbian. Every time I think I might have figured it out, that I am a lesbian, I see a GIF of Pedro Pascal as Jack Daniels and it sends me into a frenzy (look, I'm still gonna be Jack's doting wife, even if I am being very raw and emotional right now. I have a brand to maintain, after all).

For now, I just choose to label myself as gay/queer as a blanket term, which I'm essentially using as a way for me to go, "look, I haven't got a f*cking clue, can we move on?".

I came out to my mother just over a week ago. I am so eternally grateful for that woman, because if I could have written the perfect reaction to accepting someone coming out, it would have been what she did. It makes me regret not telling her sooner. I openly admitted to her that I was scared to talk to her about it, that I worried how she'd react to it (for context, she has put a lot of time and resources into helping my partner and I with the house we currently live in. It would not be as nice as it is without her help over these last two years. I was petrified she'd be disappointed and see her contribution as a waste).

But to my genuine shock, she gave me a hug, and said, "I don't care who or what lives in this house. As long as you're happy, that doesn't matter to me".

I messaged my friend after I did it, saying how relieved I was, and that also, "I have my mum in my corner now. I'm quite literally unstoppable".

Now, I know that having a supportive parent puts me in a massively advantageous position with what comes next. I, unfortunately, know far too many queer people who don't have the same love and acceptance that I've received from my mother, and to anyone in that boat I am so sorry.

I'm sure, over time, there will be family members of mine that will cut me off for this. But I tried to make peace with it as best as I could - I had my mother's support, and that was all I decided mattered.

So, what's all this to say? What changes?

Well, a lot of stuff. My partner and I are in the process of separating. For as much as he doesn't want to accept the truth, it's there, and it's never been more of a pressing issue between us. There's no going back from it now - the wound is on show, and it wants to heal. We can't cover it back up.

But the main thing that changes, for me at least, is that for the first time in my life I'm so proud to be queer. That was something I never imagined being, and the fact that I am now makes me almost cry. I genuinely thought I'd go my whole life as a closeted bisexual, who never felt "gay enough" to label myself as queer; stuck in heteronormative relationships, always a bit envious of those brave enough to live their truth - the ones who I would pass in the streets, hand in hand with their girlfriends, and I'd hear a little voice in my head shouting, "I'm one of you! Accept me!".

But whatever I turn out to be, even if I never figure out exactly what label suits me the most, the fact that I'm out the closet publicly is like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

For the first time, I can see a future unfolding that I've only ever dreamt of - something I would fantasise about, but always grounding myself in the reality that it never would. The idyllic life I'd daydream about having, moving away somewhere remote with my wife and a couple of dogs, choosing to live a slower and more peaceful existence.

For the first time, I've been openly queer in the workplace. A few of my coworkers picked up that things weren't right with me one morning, and I spilled the beans. Because, for as necessary as this split with my partner is, that doesn't make it easy. We've been together almost half a decade - even though I don't love him like he needs me to, it's not to say that I don't still care a great deal for him.

For the first time, I'm supported in a way I could have only dreamed of.

To anyone in the LGBTQ+ community, however you identify, you are safe with me 🏳‍🌈 My inbox is always open 💕

And to all my friends who have seen me through this period of change in my life - I can never thank you enough. Getting my family's support was one of my biggest accomplishments, but I will never forget the friends who were fighting in my corner from day one. The ones who comforted me when I felt like I wasn't enough - the ones who sympathised with what I've been through this last year - the ones who held my hand and told me it would all work out.

I love each and every one of you ❤

If you're going through anything similar, the one thing I'd always tell myself was this; "It'll all work out okay in the end. And if it's not okay, then it's not the end".

Happy pride, however you identify. Stay safe, and much love to you all.

LadyBess xoxo

[feminist-cult-following]

ranking each song on ttpd: the anthology by how lesbian I interpret them as

1. guilty as sin — literally so lesbian. the yearning, the fantasizing, the pining, the insane amount of religious imagery? “what if the way you hold me is actually what’s holy?” “I choose you and me religiously?” I SAW GAY SO I SAID GAY !!

2. but daddy I love him — the word “him” in the title be damned this is one of the most lesbian songs her in whole discography. the romance being forbidden by the whole town is enough for me. I’m just picturing two women in the south who are deeply in love but stuck in a small, conservative town. so so good and so so lesbian

3. fresh out the slammer — I always listen to this from the perspective of a woman who once struggled with internalized homophobia and forced herself into a relationship with a man. once she’s able to accept herself she goes back to her true love. I like to think to it as a sort of sequel to the way I loved you

4. the tortured poets department — I’m not even a gaylor but this song will always be about phoebe bridgers in my mind (just jokes people). but seriously this song is so gay. the title of tortured poets is reserved for lesbians

5. the bolter — for the girlies who dated men before realizing they were a lesbian and always found themselves sabotaging the relationship without knowing why

6. down bad — this is about your first lesbian heartbreak. the one that feels shifted your entire world off its axis and changed you forever. the heartbreak is one you never get over.

7. the prophecy — whatever you do, don’t think about this from the perspective of either a young girl or an older woman who’s too afraid to come out and fears she’ll never find love. it’ll shatter your heart into a million tiny pieces

8. who’s afraid of little old me? — I love to think of this song from the perspective of a deeply repressed woman with religious trauma that just came out. she grew up being taught who she was was a sin and all of these feelings of rage and resentment have been bubbling up in her for years. it makes for a very cathartic listening experience

9. the alchemy — okay okay hear me out. I will defend this placement with my life! is it about a man who plays football, arguably the most heterosexual sport there is? yes. but you have to get creative with it. think cheerleader and basketball player who aren’t supposed to be together but can’t fight their feelings! “who are we to fight the alchemy?” is one of the gayest lines she’s ever written and I will die on this hill!

10. peter — the fact that it’s named after a dude doesn’t change the fact that this always makes me think of a girl singing to her closeted ex lover. the yearning, the pining, it’s very lesbian

11. I hate it here — really gay if you interpret the secret gardens, lunar valleys, and inner romanticism through a lesbian lens

12. look in people’s windows — another one that’s really only just because I played it on repeat in my breakup era

13. imgonnagetyouback — this is so that one ex you can’t stay away from because she changed your whole life. it’s about that girl who’s like a drug (and it’s how I manifested my ex back)

14. thanK you aIMee — potentially controversial spot in the ranking but if you think about it as a woman singing to her ex homoerotic friendship it makes sense

15. florida!!! — any collab taylor does with a woman automatically earns lesbians points idc what it’s about

16 the black dog — not overtly gay but this one was on repeat during my breakup era so it will always be gay to me

17. the albatross — this one vaguely gives me lesbian vibes if you interpret it as the narrator speaking to her closeted lover

18. chloe or sam or sophia or marcus— this one is more of a treat for our bisexuals!! lesbians love you mwah !

19. cassandra — the vibes are there but not enough for me to justify putting it above any of the other songs

20. fortnight — as much as I would love to defend this as a lesbian song the lyric “my husband is cheating” and the post malone feature make that hard to do

21. loml — a heartbreakingly beautiful song but not very lesbian

22. the smallest man who ever lived — even though I think of my ex when I listen to this it still has the word man in the title which knocks it down by many lesbian points

23. my boy only breaks his favorite toys — “boy” in the title unfortunately makes this drop a lot of spots

24. so high school — absolute banger but very straight

25. how did it end? — beautiful song but there’s definitely gayer stuff on this album

26. so long, london — all I can think about is joebless when I hear this so no lesbian points for yogurt boy

27. I can do it with a broken heart — this is more girlhood than lesbianism

28. the manuscript — great but very heterosexual I fear

29. I can fix him (no really I can) — this is practically the straight woman’s national anthem

30. clara bow — also not lesbian, but definitely the album’s most underrated song

31. robin — not lesbian at all, but cute song!

[dyemelikeasunset]

would you be able to include flag country names for the dom&mor characters lineup? ty!

(i love how diverse all your art and characters are, i wish i could read thru all about your ocs and stories like browsing through a wiki in an autism way)

THANK YOU!! In fact I can do you one better and write little blurbs for everyone! Including our leading ladies too of course Under the readmore:

Mor's side

Morgan: Jamaican American Lesbian. Mor's parents came from Jamaica but she was born in the US, where she grew up with her mom in Boston before moving to NYC. Mor went to university for a BA in Graphic Design and met most of her friends there. She works from home these days. Mor doesn't really realize she's the resident Pretty Girl in her group of friends (she has bad self esteem)

Lexi: American Nonbinary Lesbian. Lex met Mor in high school when they both played on the softball team, and they both came out to each other. They've been able to stay friends all these years cause their tastes in girls are wildly different. Lexi belongs to a different group as the rest of Mor's friends since they didn't go to the same college, but they're Mor's very annoying ride-or-die

Panos: Greek Ethiopian and Bisexual. Panos met Mor through their shared degree and has been a mentor and big brother figure for her since. They help onboard her to a lot of projects, and the two of them rely on each other professionally. He never really stops talking about his wife and daughter-- it's the price everyone has to pay, since he's so reliable and understanding and helping everyone all the time

Ryan: (Sansei) Japanese American and Gay. Out of Mor's art friends, Ryan is the one who's most practical about his job. Instead, he puts his energy into being a menace in his dating life. He loves to gossip about his and Mor's very messy love lives and is convinced Morgan is just as much of a heartbreaker as he is behind her innocent facade. She has unfortunately told Ryan all her dirty laundry so he teases her relentlessly every chance he gets

Barjis: Malay Trans and Bisexual. Barjis came to the US with their boyfriend to pursue their degree and also start their transition. They have a surprisingly cute illustration style and work with Panos and Mor often. They love to talk animated movies with Morgan, and it's one of the few things that gets them to talk a lot. Very skittish and tired all the time, and has a bit of a fear of "normies"

Elsa: Norwegian Lesbian. Elsa is Mor's unwitting rival in love because they always crush on the same girls (Ryan loves to tease her about this). Elsa is currently losing (Mor: 7, Elsa: 2) but she's not bitter, just single and sad. She's currently working in web journalism even though she wants to publish her novel. Friendly and considerate, but awkward

Dom's side

Dominique: Korean/Chinese and Asexual. Dom was born in Beijing but grew up in Seoul with her mother. She started working as a model at 16 and moved to the US alone when she was 18. She's currently coming back into the modeling world after a 2 year hiatus. She's charming and good at socializing, but she doesn't really know how to make friends, which frustrates model coworkers who want to be closer to her

Farid: Afghan French and Gay. Farid became a model in his late father's footsteps, so he's often accused of being a nepo model. He's fussy and annoyed easily, but he can never refuse helping people. One of Dom's only real friends, he's a bit like a little brother to her and relies on her a lot. He has a bad habit of dating married men and acting like it doesn't matter to him (it matters. A lot.)

Maithili: Indian Canadian and Pansexual. Maithili is breezy and easy-going, but behind her dreamy facade is a very level-headed personality. She works with Dom often for body diversity shoots, but she'd really like to do more high fashion. Very flirtatious, calls Dom and Farid her "work boyfriends" all the time

Wynter: British Trans woman. Wynter started modeling a little later than her peers. She was scouted after a big transition point, so modeling has brought her a lot of euphoria. She's one of the more mature personalities in Dom's life, and looks after her and the other models a lot. She lives with her boyfriend and is hoping he'll propose soon

Evita: Argentine American and Bisexual. Evita started as a social media influencer and has been able to make her way to the runway as a petite model. Despite their nonchalant persona, they work very hard and are very passionate about their job. Her current romance hangup is how oblivious Dominique is, and she knows she needs to move on

Inessa: Russian (and no fruity business). Inessa met Dom backstage at a Fashion Week while having a breakdown that Dom helped her through, so she's been attached like an inprinted duckling ever since. The type of straight girl who is obsessed with pretty women in a platonic way, so she really wants to get to know more about Dom's cute new girlfriend

[bowiebond]

Robin and Steve both failing at love so badly as they get well into their thirties and deciding to just marry each other since they’ve already been living together since they were 20 and share a mortgage. Steve had original planned to just have Robin as his roommate until she found someone, and he had like seven kids coming and going but would be out to college in just two years, so a decently sized place (much smaller than his original, empty mansion) filled with Robin’s knickknacks didn’t sound half bad when he was 20 and making the plan to use his inheritance to make the down payment.

They go through the whole she-bang; mostly because Steve always wanted a big wedding and Robin had assumed she’d never have one so she simply made it a big party they could both enjoy. Everyone was invited, and people who didn’t know Robin was a lesbian said their congrats, that they always saw it coming, and they both bare through it with false grins and sneaky eye rolls.

It’s an excuse to get drunk and confess their undying platonic love for each other, even if the ceremonies kiss was awkward and quick, the pair snickering about it later like teenagers even though Robin had kissed Steve plenty of times on the cheeks and Steve on her head when he left for work.

They’re 36 and 37 when Steve asks Robin if she ever considered kids of her own. Robin goes on a long spiel about how terrifying child birth seems but like, she was raised to want one you know? That having a kid is both terrifying but weirdly comforting as an idea.

Steve agrees. They get hammered beyond belief at 37 & 38 and fumble through the most awkward sex know to mankind and they cry-laugh for weeks about each others sex habits and how bad they both are in bed because “let’s never do that again, oh my god, I definitely like girls, Steve” and Steve’s not even offended because it was purely for one purpose and while he likes girls, Robin doesn’t do it for him. Not like that. Not since he was maybe 19 and had a weird lingering crush on her that faded after she came out and he started experimenting with guys.

Steve’s 38 when he finds out he’s gonna be a dad. He cries. A lot. Robin does too, mostly because she’s cries when he does, like how his laughter infects her too.

They argue a lot over the design of the nursery, and Robin complains that she’s too old to be carrying a baby as Steve rubs her feet while they watch a movie.

Robin sleeps in his room more often during the pregnancy. Says it helps her nerves, because she overthinks a lot and it’s kind of terrifying because there’s no going back now. They’re having a kid. An actual human being they’ll have to raise together. A lesbian woman and a bisexual man who are strictly platonic with a capital P, are having a baby in their late thirties, and are married by law but not by heart, and it’s kind of crazy to think about.

“I never imagined my life like this.”

“Honestly, Rob? Neither did I.”

Robin starts attending swim classes with pregnant ladies after El insists it helped her through hers, and there’s where she meets Heather Holloway again. She’s a full time swim instructor at the pool now, unmarried and thriving, and Robin has the biggest heart eyes known to man over her.

Steve hears all about her and encourages her to test the waters with Heather.

“Steve, I’m literally carrying your baby. Don’t you think that’s weird?”

“Say it’s an open marriage if she asks. I sleep around still, why can’t you?”

It’s enough to convince her to follow her heart. Heather is around the house a lot more after that, just to check in on Robin’s pregnancy of course, she must be exhausted after all!

Steve knows Heather is fucking his wife/best friend. Robin had a dopey grin on when she told him. Heather doesn’t beat around the bush either about Steve and Robin’s relationship.

“So Robin’s a lesbian, you’re gay, and you’re basically each other’s platonic soulmates right? So you got married?”

“I’m bi, but yeah. Basically. I can’t see myself living without her, honestly. She’s my soulmate just not…romantically, you know?”

“I get it.” Heather grins when she goes on about a certain blond up in California who’s planning to come visit real soon. That Steve should meet him.

Steve is shocked to see Billy Hargrove again; Heather’s own platonic soulmate.

“I mean, we fooled around once or twice back in the day, but that’s because he has mommy issues, not because he wants to settle down with me.” She joked and Billy has a ball flirting with Harrington until he’s red in the face like a teenager again instead of an almost 40 year old man.

Robin has a girl in the Summer. They name her June, the month she was born and the month they met decades ago. It feels fitting.

Of course, June ends up with a step mom, Heather, who somehow worms her way into their house. Steve’s got the room for it, so he’s not complaining. He likes a full house, likes knowing his daughter is being cared for when he’s at work by Robin and Heather (when she’s not working).

Somehow, Billy worms his way in too. It starts with visiting to see his ‘niece’ as he’d joke with a wide grin. Then slowly, he’s joining them for dinner more nights than he doesn’t, and the guest room starts to fill with his things and Steve catches Billy bathing June because Heather and Robin were exhausted and needed the rest and…

God, he’s falling in love with the blond, deep and so much harder than back in high school. Falls in love with the smile lines around his mouth and eyes, the silvery greys that streak his dark blond hair he cut shorter a few years back. Falls in love with the way he laughs at Robin’s jokes and snarks with Heather and coos at June, calling her ‘daddy’s little princess’ as he bounces her in his arms, Steve watching and always blushing when Billy catches his eye and grins, kissing the tuffs of light brown hair upon her head.

Robin tells him to go for it.

“To think we finally met our romantic soulmates after getting married and having a kid, this has to be God’s way of pulling our legs.” She snickers as they cuddle in Steve’s bed. Because that’s just how they were, touchy and close, and Steve loves her so much. She’s his best friend and the mother of his kid and he doesn’t regret marrying her at all. They’re not in love with each other, but they love each other.

Robins in love with Heather.

And Steve is pretty sure he’s in love with Billy.

“Maybe we should get married.” Billy says one night at dinner, driving an airplane towards June’s mouth. “Robin and Steve got a bunch of benefits. I want benefits. We could do our taxes together.” Heather laughs and looks at Robin.

“You think I should marry him? I could do better, right?” Robin snorts.

“He smells like a dirty gym bag.”

“Your husband likes how I smell.” Billy wriggled his brows and Steve flushed red as the words, head in his hands.

“Not in front of Junie, please.”

“She’s like, not even a year old. It’s fine.” Billy waved it off. “Back to the tax benefits,”

“It is easier when you’re married, in my opinion.” Robin chipped in and Heather sighs, long and loud before looking at Billy.

“…Fine. I want a nice ring though.”

“Well so do I, so I say we have a deal, babe.”

Steve thought he’d be jealous, at least a bit, but he’s grinning when Billy makes a show of dipping Heather at the altar, the pair laughing after their obnoxious kiss that has Robin and Max hollering.

June is cooing and squealing when she gets to dance with Billy and Steve later that night, clinging to her father and grasping at Billy’s curls that are starting to grow out again. Steve thinks he might be doing it just for him since he said he liked them, and it makes his stomach wild with butterflies.

“We should get married next.” Billy hums and Steve chokes on his own spit.

“You’ve barely taken me on a date, and now you’re talking marriage?”

“Didn’t take Robin on a date, now did you?” Billy grins, holding him close around his waist. “Come on, Harrington. Robin and you, Heather and me. Robin and Heather, you and me…it all works. We’re far from conventional. I’ve fucked Heather more than once, I’ve heard Heather talk about jumping you to her own girlfriend, and I know you want me.” He knocks their heads together and smiles, eyes soft. “This thing we’ve got going…it works. You don’t have to hold back on what you want out of this after giving Robin the option of anything and everything.”

And maybe he had been holding back a bit. All he ever wanted was June, a kid, and Robin gave him that, and in return he got her to date Heather, he let Heather drag Billy back into their lives, he let their daughter call Robin and Heather mom and mama before he even got called dada, worked hard to provide them the lifestyle they had with Heather and Billy chipping in and he…

He wanted more now. He wanted Billy. He wanted him to move in properly, for Heather to just come out and say Steve and Robin’s home was her home too, to put a bigger bed in the master bedroom so they could all share some nights because he wanted that. He wanted a big family since he was young and in a way — he was getting it. In Robin and Heather, in Billy and June. In the kids who still visited when they could.

“Take me on a date first, okay?” Billy grins.

“That can be arranged.” He kissed June’s head between them and Steve chuckled. “The little princess has to stay home though. I want her daddy all for myself.”

Steve laughed.

“Don’t call me daddy, you’re gonna make it weird.”

“Princess can share. Yeah? June, you can share right? Stevie can be both our daddy.” June giggled and wriggled between them, reaching for Billy with a small ‘Bibi’. The blond laughed and took her from Steve’s arms. “I’m afraid she can share you but not me, Daddy.”

Steve rolled his eyes before grinning deviously with a shrug.

“Whatever. I’ll teach her how to share, Mommy.”

Billy’s cheeks burned.

“Don’t make me pop a boner with a baby in my arms, Steve. People are gonna think I’m a creep.” He grumbled and Steve snorted.

“I’m going to go dance with my wife. Have fun with June.”

“Bitch.” Billy clicked his tongue as Steve walked off to find Robin on the floor.

Steve found his soulmate at 18 in an ice cream parlour. They were platonic with a capital P, and content. She made him laugh, they shared secrets, and they had no boundaries keeping them apart. Hell, they got married. Had a baby.

Now, at 39, Steve re-met his other soulmate. The kind that made his stomach twist and flutter, that made his cheeks hot and his heart full. Made him hot under the collar with his teasing.

And maybe, Robin and him share a soulmate in Heather, and maybe Heather and Billy are linked by a red string too, and maybe they’re just a tangled mess of strings with no definite end. Knotted up in the centre of the four of them.

Steve doesn’t know what the hell he’s gonna make of all of it. Where it will lead him. But for now, he’s happy.

His soul had been split into a dozen pieces at birth, and he had pieced every part back together.

Only took him 40 years to find every fragment.

[madammidnightsblog]

Because I’ve been seeing a lot of Soap being raised in a catholic household and was kicked out for being queer headcannons- I don’t headcannon that it as I feel like his family was actually a little more supportive on it. But I headcannon that Price was the one that was kicked out of his family house for coming out bisexual. I feel like when he came out it wasn’t like he was for sure he was, more like he was experiencing when he was a teen and his dad caught him with another boy and sent him to live with his grandparents who were more accepting. But that experience was so scary for young Price, that he denied his sexuality throughout the rest of his teen years and most of his military years until he met Laswell. Founding out she was openly a lesbian and married to a woman, he ended up feeling a little bit more comfortable with his sexual- because if she could then why couldn’t he?

I feel like it took a while for him to be out and fully comfortable with his sexuality as he’s an older man and he had inner misogyny for so long he felt like being a man meant he couldn’t like men. So, when he did go out to pubs and looked for a possible nighttime partner, he would only pick up women despite the times he found a few men there attractive. But he never felt comfortable to take a man back to a hotel as he didn’t want anyone outside Laswell to find out about him. That was until he met Nikolai and he had fell in love without even knowing at first. He thought he just found him a great man and someone he felt like he could rely on, but he noticed that his eyes lingered on the Russian a little longer when he walked into the helicopter garage. Seeing how Nikolai would smile at him and greet him with pure joy seeing him still up and moving after a mission, it made his heart flutter and he would try to tell himself that was just because he was happy someone was glad to know he was alive. He wasn’t in love, he couldn’t be- he’s a man.

But then Soap showed up and the Scot was open about being gay which at first made him feel not only uncomfortable but envious. How could he feel so comfortable with loving another man openly? Poor Price was upset and angry with not only Soap who didn’t even do anything wrong but himself. Price wanted to be loved by Nikolai and he wanted to be open about it too but he felt like he was too old to be as open as Soap despite Laswell being only a few years older than him. He just felt like him being Captain and nearly forty, he couldn’t be open about that and would avoid it all together. So, like many people who are stressed, tired, and confused, he went drinking off duty at the nearby pub. Drinking beer after beer without much thought and see what he thought was a handsome stranger ordering himself a shot of vodka and decided that he had enough. He held back all those emotions and thoughts for so long it was time to get back out there and be happy for once because he’s a soldier- his life isn’t guaranteed. And he was drunk enough so it was fine, right?

Gaining confidence and the courage, he finished the last of his beer and walked over to the ‘handsome stranger’ and asked him if he would fancy a night with him. And the man was more than happy to. Price was more than happy he agreed and a little confused why the man sounded so similar to Nikolai but he blamed it one the beer. So, the two men left to a nearby cheap hotel and got a room which was one of the best things Price has ever done. A long night of sex and pure bliss of being able to be free, the morning came and so did the waking of Price. Waking up happy and satisfied, his eyes opened to see a familiar face staring back at him with a happy and in love smile.

“Mornin’, Captain.” Nikolai said with a smile, his thick Russian accent full of warmth and love as Price stared back at him with a shock and bashful expression.