#lgbtqia chatter

[isabelpsaroslunnen]

Oh right, it's not just dissertation month but Pride. I'm belatedly joining the month of my people with ... a poll :)

My best friend has been good-naturedly mocking my predictable (read: gay) taste in female characters since childhood. I thought it would be fun to let the good people of Tumblr vote between some of said predictable options:

[shepherdingthepie]

two bros

chillin in the hot tub

sittin pretty close but they’re just friends

and that’s ok

[lexezombie]

SO uh... queers in horror huh? (some headcanon, some canon) -- more to come later >: )

1 - Sadako (Ringu) - Straight + Intersex (which is canon in the novel!) (used the straight flag thing so it's balanced don't crucify me)

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2 - Leatherface (Texas Chainsaw Massacre) - Bisexual + Trans (which is canon to an extent; an alt would be genderfluid personally)

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3 - Chatterer (Hellraiser) - Gay (canon) + Leather Pride (technically also canon)

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4 - Valak (The Nun + Conjuring) - Genderfluid + AroAce (my own personal headcanons lol)

[feralwetcat]

Is it just me or is Fall like the gayest season

I can't explain it but ljke Fall is gay, i know pride month is in summer and allat but like ....... Fall

[napps-resting-forest]

Was listening to "I hate you" by WOODZ while scrolling through tumblr and I'm realising how this song really connects to my aroace-ness. Like ya the song (I think) is mainly about someone getting out of and over a toxic relationship and feeling free but my aroace ass cannot get the thought of this song also being a song about realising ur aroace, getting out of a romantic relationship (that could've been potentially toxic) and not have to feel confused, hurt, and/or uncomfortable anymore because you finally figured urself out.

Idk I'm kinda loopy cuz I just got out of class and the caffine is running out so some stuff I said here probably won't make sense

Here's the song if anyone's interested in it (also plz check WOODZ out he's such a talented music artist)

[sheydim]

hey. (trans people.) i feel very foolish asking this, but it comes from a genuine place of nervousness and i hope you can help.

the short of it: can you offer me a reality check / any safety advice i need as a trans person traveling to Missouri? i literally don't even know what to expect.

i've been to the south before (Georgia, and Florida if you count that?) and spent a little more time in the midwest. but i've lived my life on the coast(s). what this means is: i know how to be trans and survive here. i don't know how to do this in the south. the last time i went, i was a trans teenager, and this was like 10 years ago. the political moment in this country was simmering viciously, but sliiightly less openly terrifying.

since then: explosion of very open hostility, as you know, and also covid. so i have been avoiding travel and have ig regressed a lot in terms of... my confidence being myself in public, especially in new places. not to mention: my trust in the goodness of people in general is really broken.

BUT. i don't want to be stuck in my concept of a place or its people. and i don't want to flatten an entire region to my assumptions / northerner bias. and i know we are there, you are there.

so if you have any advice for a trans traveler, I'd love if you would share that. should i be trying to fly under the radar? how do i engage with the culture of the area without being a complete fool? how can i avoid trouble? i am really squishy, really anxious, and often NOT passable. even when i pass i look..... really faggy and "off" somehow. yknow?,,

thank you. i love you.

[magp1e-starl1ght]

it’s that time of the year again

I’ll draw something for pride month I swearsies

[chaoticgenders]

I love transwoman and terfs are mad.

so...

this post goes out to transwoman that cannot transition for medical, finical, misc. reasons

this post goes out to closeted transwoman that cannot transition

this post goes out to transwoman that are gender non conforming

this post goes out to transwoman that have no interest in transitioning

this post goes out to nonbinary transwoman

this post goes out to genderqueer transwoman

this post goes out to black transwoman

this post goes out to transwoman that are a demigirl

this post goes out to transwoman that dont use she/her pronouns

this post goes out to the transwoman who use he/him pronouns

this post goes out to transwoman that use neopronouns

this post goes out to transwoman that are also a transman

this post goes out to transwoman who identify with "conflicting" labels

this post goes out to intersex transwoman

this post goes out to genderpunk transwoman

this post goes out to autistic transwoman

this post goes out to transwoman lesbians

this post goes out to transwoman that dont care for bottom surgery

this post goes out to transwoman that did get bottom surgery

this post goes out to the transwoman that dont care much how their voice is

this post goes out to the transwoman that do care, and are actively working on that voice you so desire.

this post goes out to the transwoman that use xenogenders

this post goes out to the stealth transwoman

this post goes out to the sadly passed transwoman that should have lived their full life

this post goes out to the transwoman that use they/them pronouns

this post goes out to the transwoman that are trannies, dykes, fags, she-bears, and the embodiment of being queer

this post goes out to the transwoman who are feminine / femme

this post goes out to the transwoman who are butch / masculine

this post goes out to the transwoman who are futch

this post goes out to the transwoman that are androgynous

this post goes out to the transwoman that makes others days better just by being there (which is all of you btw)

this post goes out to the transwoman who are mspec lesbian or mspec gay

this post goes out to the transwoman gays

this post goes out to the transwoman gay men

this post goes out to the fat transwoman

this post goes out to the skinny transwoman

this post goes out to buff and stocky transwoman

this post goes out to the transwoman that have no dysphoria

this post goes out to the transwoman that have a lot of dysphoria

this post goes out to the transwoman that have demonized disorders such as NPD, ASPD, BPD & HPD

this post goes out to the transwoman that have DID and it's variants

this post goes out to the transwoman that are disabled, use walkers, wheelchairs, have prosthetics, and more.

this post goes out to the transwoman that arent human, are otherkin.

this post goes out to the transwoman that are furries

this post goes out to the transwoman all over the world.

this post goes out to the transwoman who are aromantic, asexual, aroace, on the aroace spectrum

this post goes out to the transwoman who are polyamorous

this post goes out to all transwoman

regardless how you as a being are shaped, formed, look, act, feel, you are a woman. NEVER let these stupid fucking transphobes get you down. you are a woman, you're amazing. and i love you. there's a whole lot of support for you, and i am one of them. this is a transwoman safes pace for all types of trans identity.

clowning on this post is scummy, and ik there will be beings that will do it. block, report, move on.

take care of yourself. you're more loved than you know of.

[yanderelmk]

Meet The Author('s Gender Identities)

I used dear sweet Princess Pink for this, heehoo!

So this Pride Month I figured it wouldn't hurt to talk about my identities. I'll admit I've been very nervous to do this, not a lot of people know about Xenogenders and will look on them as "fake identities", but I figured if I try to offer descriptions like I did for the LMK crew's pride headcanons I can at least clear things up for those not in the know! :3 TRANS NON-BINARY (bottom right): This one's for people who are transgender and non-binary! Me personally I use it for the fact that my non-binary identity is heavily tied into my being transgender, so much so that I'm more trans-nonbinary than transmasc or transfem. MULTIGENDER (bottom left): Identity for people who identify as multiple genders at once! I only have two for now, but who knows? I might discover more down the line! Now on to the Xenogenders, but first an explanation on just what Xenogenders are. If the article confused you, I'll do my best to explain: Gender is a spectrum, and a very wide one. Sometimes the identities we have can't be described with the identities we have, and so Xenogenders here help find what best describes our gender experiences! They can be aesthetics and concepts combined with something that feels right on the gender level. Largely these are used by Neurodivergent people (ADHD here, woop!!) who have a harder time expressing their gender experiences. PRINCESSGENDER (top right): An aesthetigender that deals with the aesthetic of being a princess. I was raised surrounded by pink princess-y things, so the princessgender identity is really dear to me. The aesthetic this would be tied to is princesscore. That, I think, is the best way to describe aesthetigenders: something that speaks to you so much if feels right on a gender identity level, it best expresses your gender experience. SYLVGENDER (top left): Luckily for me I found the post where this came from! As the post says, this gender is tied to the Pokemon Sylveon, but more expressly the gender-deep feelings of nature, kindness and friendship, feminine expression, purity and wholesomeness, gender non-conformity, cuteness and love, and magic! All of those tied together in to one dear, wonderful gender identity :3 This might not answer your questions, but I did find this really accepting and informative subreddit that helped me not only begin learning everything but also was kind enough to review the Xenogenders I wanted to identify as to make sure they weren't made by a troll or someone equally disingenuous. I only ask that you guys respect my identities and my pronouns. This is the link to my pronouns page, and I will be asking everyone that you call me by my preferred pronouns, no matter your thoughts you should not ever misgender someone. Thank you all so much for being so supportive and wonderful!!!! (I was honestly really nervous about coming out to you guys shgjdkfhg)

[hausofmamadas]

FRENCHIE | Queer!Mode, Detected

The Boys, Season 1, Ep 2 - Cherry | Season 2, Ep 3 - Over The Hill With the Swords of A 1000 Men, 6 - The Bloody Door’s Off, 8 - What I Know | Season 3, Ep 3 - Barbary Coast

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I’ve seen a lotta chatter in The Boys fandom (mostly on Reddit but also TikTok. Appropriately this take wasn’t on Tumblr much) that ppl were mad at Kripke and Co for taking an unforeseen “gay turn” with Frenchie’s character in S4 ..? And I’m over here with my Sherlock Holmes cap and pipe and tiny detective notebook just

trying to understand how these ppl didn’t pick up on the bipan vibes from this beautiful, majestic, so-French-he-can't-help-it butterfly.

(Also all this hand wringing about Frenchie "turning gay," te lo juro me esta eloqueciendo alaverga. Like canwenot with the bi-erasure, it’s giving Ashley telling Maeve she’s a lesbian bc is more “clear-cut” and easier to sell than bi. It’s just as insulting to call a bipan person gay as it is to call them straight. And I don’t mean like the use of gay as a catch all that a lotta us queers use sometimes interchangeably for queer, I talkin ppl acting as tho bipan isn't real and/or thinking Frenchie jumped out the closet as a gay man 3/4 of the way thru the show.)

And their confusion over this has got me confused. Like I didn’t even realize it was such a plot twist until I got on Reddit and a lotta ppl were screaming like Ned Stark's head just got cut off, or like it's some wild-ass writer's room shenanigans where the character is suddenly a diff person for no discernible reason. Like have you seen this man? Do you know where you are? Bc they’ve been dropping hints throughout the show. Case in point:

a) Little Nina and all that talk about her Sergei ahem it's Serge and his overwhelming enthusiasm for butt stuff and Vincent Cassel try to convince me Sr. Cassel wasn’t a childhood crush of Frenchie’s or someth and that’s why it’s his safe word. You can’t

b) this time he planted a fat smooch on Hughie’s face after finding out he leaked the compound V tip to the press (bonus points for his attempt to make out with mm before getting a no-homo hard pass)

c) this deep, abiding love of The Golden Girls this is unequivocally the gayest thing on the list

d) how he turned tricks in mad NYC before Little Nina locked that mf in a chastity belt and held him hostage by his penis he went to ‘work’ for Nina. -> Disclaimer: this is not to imply that queer ppl’s participation in sex work is bc they’re hypersexual. This is here to point out queer coding, as lgbtqia+ ppl are more at-risk for mental health issues stemming from severe trauma, food and housing insecurity, and addiction, often without access to the care they need to recover. So sex work becomes a viable vocation to survive bc unlike a regular 9-5, it’s more conducive to untreated mental health issues and substance use also it’s an easier market to get into than arms dealing or contract killing

e) this throuple arrangement btwn him, Cherie and Justin

f) His attempts to…er broaden mm’s horizons ?

g) the evident lack of knowledge or interest or acumen for this mysterious sportsball of which mm speaks of but he’ll still go on that dumb golf bachelor trip bc he loves his fraaand

h) this fondness for Eurotrash raves and dancing

And look, I might get it if they sprung it on us. But this shit has been since the beginning. The earliest indicator being ep 2 of S1 — THE FIRST EP HE’S IN. Hughie asks what it’s like to kill someone and Frenchie waxes poetic about his first hit (just before ominously dropping, "I carry them all with me" buried the lead on that one to Hughie's horror but to the delight of bbygirllovers like myself everywhere) and well, I think the evidence here speaks for itself

Like the dichot— nay, Bichotomy of talking about how mindblowingly hot this chick is whilst, in the same breath, gushing over her outfit. Okay I’m sure there’s a token straightmale who can id high-end designer brands on sight. I’m sure that unicorn exists somewhere, right, cuz humans contain multitudes. But this man? He just a bipan butterfly. So those who felt blindsided by Frenchie gettin’ dicked down, oh you beautiful, naive, sophisticated newborn babies. If not spelled out, it was so heavily implied, I saw the fling with whatshisname with the murdered fam whose name I’m too lazy to Goog and was like, “hm yes, the math is indeed mathing, these calculayshuns are correct”

Like u thot a mf dressed like this??? was straight ?

Mans is in a scoopneck bunny crop top that looks straighr from the juniors section of Forever21 with plaid pants and fuckingsjs suspenders iconic so to think he'd nary tarried in sausage-central before, well ... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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[sca3a]

Jealousy - Hogwarts Legacy: OC x OC

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Note: I do NOT support the hate towards the transgender or LGBTQIA+ community. JKR has made her stance very clear, and I could not disagree or be disgusted with her more. These pictures, as well as future ones and fics will pertain to the character(s) from Hogwarts Legacy, and as far as I've been able to gather, JKR has had no hand in it. I was gifted the game, but if you're still mad or disgusted that I play the game/write fics, please, just continue to scroll. Thank you.

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The incessant chatter was giving him a headache. They were sitting by the stairs in the DADA tower, near the self-playing instruments and the topics of discussion had already ranged from Crossed Wands to Professor Ronen's homework to their next excursion to Hogsmeade.

Somewhere in the middle, had Draven zoned out. His gaze was fixated on the ginger Gryffindor boy coming down the stairs, together with his constant companions - the twins that were twins in name only.

Draven felt a pang of jealousy in his chest as he watched two girls approach the Gryffindor, giggling a little as they spoke with him. The smile he gave them was so similar to the smile he used to give Draven, those times they sneaked out of the castle at night and stargazed by the lake.

He would never be good enough for him, would he? He would never live up to the standards he lived after, would he? Maybe it was better to just let these feeling dwelling in his chest die - even if the thought of it made him swallow bile.

“Hey!”

Draven felt a sharp elbow connect with his ribs and blinked disoriented a couple of times, unsure where he was.

“Just go talk to him.”

He glanced to his right, seeing Sebastian’s freckled visage stare back at him. His chocolate colored eyes met his gently as he nudged him again.

“There’s no need,” Draven drawled in frustration. “I just need to realize Roan is too good for me.”

This earned a smack to the back of his head and the attention of the others too.

“Merlin’s beard,” he heard Rowan snicker. “You're just as stubborn as a fairy.”

“Careful, darling,” Ominis replied wryly, “we might soon need to preen him, too.”

Draven scoffed. Gosh, they annoyed him sometimes - but maybe they were right? One of them had to confess their feelings, and it might as well be him, right? The worst thing that could happen was that Roan didn't feel the same.

Pushing off the sofa, he smoothed imaginary creases from his robe and took a deep breath. Finally striding to the foot of the stairs just as Roan and his friends reached the bottom.

As Roan’s eyes landed on him, a soft smile spread across his lips. He subconsciously ran his hands down his pants, as if he was nervous. Was he nervous?

“Hey, Dre.” The nickname hinted at a familiarity that Draven could only dream of. But the softness in his eyes always gave him a false hope.

“Roan,” he replied as calmly as he could. “We need to talk.”

[isabelpsaroslunnen]

[Original date: 26 March 2018]

I keep thinking I should give queer theory another shot and then it's like, "Calls for gay or queer optimism seem too close to elite homosexual evasion of politics." Now I kind of want to add "elite homosexual" to my profile.

[shepherdingthepie]

I’m very sorry to all the poor people who had to see me walk into a roadside McDonald’s on the side of I-91 at 7 pm on a Saturday night in flip flops and a Hawaiian shirt and order nothing but a blue raspberry slushy

oh wait

I’m not sorry

I looked so fuckin gay and it’s pride month so I can feel confident walking into a roadside McDonald’s on the side of I-91 at 7 pm on a Saturday night in flip flops and a Hawaiian shirt and order nothing but a blue raspberry slushy

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[atomiqueen]

this is an INDEPENDENT, SELECTIVE, and PRIVATE rp blog for LUCY MACLEAN of amazon prime's FALLOUT tv show. written by bean. mainly show & headcanon based, as i slowly familiarize myself with the lore. oc & dupe friendly! NOT SPOILER FREE.

A STUDY IN: being neutral good in a chaotic neutral world; a variety of tv tropes (the pollyanna, action girl, martial pacifist, the golden rule, took a level in badass, the conscience, break the cutie)

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[auxiliarydetective]

OC Pride Challenge: Day 20

You can find the challenge here

This week, it's all about LGBTQIA+ artists, so today I'm using a song by Queen for Raevyn Maumahara.

Raevyn and Gordon just seemed like the perfect couple to do something with Queen for because of Gordon's love for anything having to do with Old Earth. He'd definitely know their songs and love them. So, you now get to read how Raevyn and Gordon's first date came to be.

This thing called love

I just can’t handle it

This thing called love

I must get ‘round to it, I ain’t ready

Crazy little thing called love

Raevyn bopped to the music as she listened to Gordon play his guitar and sing. She had heard people play the guitar before, back during her time at Union Point. But nobody played it quite like him. When he did it, it looked almost like magic. His entire body was moving along to the music, as if the song were a part of him. And the way he sang… his voice was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard.

A-this thing

Called love

It cries like a baby in a cradle all night

It swings

It jives

It shakes all over like a jellyfish

Woo, I kinda like it

Crazy little thing called love

This was her first party on the Orville and it was honestly one of the best she had ever been to. Everyone was being nice, everyone got along, there was nice music… Honestly, she had never heard almost all of these songs before. Gordon’s music taste had to be pretty special. Everything about him was special. To be honest, she had been fascinated with him from the start. A legendary pilot who had been suspended for something incredibly childish, according to what she’d heard. Kind and playful but also deeply insecure. Also, he had red hair, which was something Raevyn had never seen before. She still remembered her first day when she had asked him if it was dyed and his laughter afterwards, saying that, no, this was all natural. Apparently, it was just rare. Fascinating, that human gene pool. With all those thoughts spinning in her brain and tipsy from the alcohol, she listened to Gordon sing his song with words she didn’t understand until he played the last few chords, a grin on his face. She applauded along with the others, cheering and hopping up and down. John, who stood next to her, regarded her with a smirk. After a few short bows to his audience, Gordon put his guitar aside and picked his beer bottle back up. As chatter started up again, he made his way over to John and Raevyn.

“So, how was it?” he asked, wide-eyed and excited.

“Great!” Raevyn grinned. “You were great, Gordon.”

“Yeah, man, I dig it,” John agreed. “You could’ve become a singer.”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” Gordon said. “I’d rather be a pilot.”

“What’s the name of the song you played?” Raevyn asked. “I’ve never heard it before.”

“Really? It used to be super popular in the 20th century.”

To this, John chuckled. “20th century,” he muttered.

“That was Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen.”

“Queen?” Raevyn repeated. “As in royalty?”

“No, that’s the name of the band,” Gordon explained. “Their frontman, Freddie Mercury, wrote in under ten minutes.”

“Wow, he must’ve been a genius!”

“He really was.”

Their conversation came to a pause as both of them sipped on their drinks. John seemed to have taken on a more passive role, which was unusual for him. Clouded by alcohol, she couldn’t read his mind anymore, so she didn’t really know why.

“The band has lots of other hits, too,” Gordon continued and Raevyn listened, a permanent smile on her face. “Probably their most famous song is Bohemian Rhapsody, one of the most popular songs of all time back on Earth. Have you heard of that one?”

“No, sorry.”

“No? Oh, come on! We gotta change that! I-”

“Gordon!” Captain Mercer called from the other side of the room, waving him over.

“Be right back,” Gordon said before hurrying off to see his friend.

Raevyn looked after him, smile still plastered on her face.

“So when are you gonna tell him?” John asked, sipping on his drink.

“Tell him what?” Raevyn asked.

“That you’re in love with him.”

Raevyn chuckled nervously. “How’d you get that idea?”

“First of all, you’re blushing.”

“That’s the alcohol.”

“Second, it’s hard to miss the way you look at him.”

“Well, uh… Yeah,” Raevyn murmured, “I might have a bit of a crush. - But don’t tell him, alright?”

“I might if you don’t get your act together soon,” John threatened playfully.

“It’s still too early to tell him,” Raevyn protested. “I mean, we’ve known each other for, what, two weeks?”

“Some people don’t even wait that long.”

“That’s you, probably, but not me.”

“I don’t get it,” John said. “You can read minds, so you gotta know that he’s in love with you too, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“I want to make sure it’s more than a crush because a crush is, well, it’s just a crush, it doesn’t have to be anything serious.”

“But it can turn into something serious if you give it a chance.”

“Maybe.”

“Listen, I’ll just leave you two alone and you try to make something out of it, alright?”

“What?”

But as soon as he had said that, he was already walking off. Raevyn scoffed and took another sip of her drink, trying to calm her heartbeat. That was when Gordon came back, looking after John in confusion.

“He left you alone, huh?”

“Yeah, he had somewhere else to be, apparently.”

“Hm.”

Gordon took another swig of beer.

“Hey, uh, I just wanted to say I really like your outfit tonight,” he then said with a smile. “That’s something I’ve never seen before.”

“Oh, this?” Raevyn said, looking down at her wrapped top and skirt. “It’s nothing special, really. At a party on Tenshin, every other girl would be walking around like this.”

“Well, I like it. Really suits you.”

“Thank you. I like what you’re wearing too. It’s simple, but it’s nice.”

“Thanks… So, uh, Bohemian Rhapsody, right?”

“Bohemian Rhapsody, tell me about it.”

“It’s super complex with multiple layers and cultural references nobody fully understood back then and nobody understands now but it sounds absolutely brilliant. You really have to hear it. Freddie Mercury’s voice is really incredible.”

“I will, I definitely will,” Raevyn promised with a smile. Then, she got an idea. An alcohol-induced idea maybe and probably also inspired by John being pushy, but an idea nonetheless. “But, uh, have you ever seen them live?”

“Who, Queen?”

“Yeah. In the simulator, obviously.”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Would you like to? I mean, you and I, in the simulator, watching a concert, just for the feel of it?”

Gordon stared at her for a second. If only she wasn’t so drunk, then she’d be able to sense what he was thinking.

“Yeah,” he finally said. “Yeah, absolutely, I just… is that a date, are you asking me out?”

“I, uh, yeah,” Raevyn stammered. “Only if that’s not a problem to you, of course, if you don’t want it to be like that you have to say it, I-”

“No, no, that’s not it at all,” Gordon quickly threw in. “I was just a little surprised. How about tomorrow, as long as we don’t get a hangover.”

“I’ve got the night shift tomorrow, so that won’t really work.”

“Oh.”

“But I’m free the day after that, how does that sound?”

“Yeah, sure! 19:00, Simulator 3?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Oh, wait, no, we gotta get ourselves some cool outfits first!” Gordon called out excitedly.

“Outfits?” Raevyn echoed.

“Yeah, outfits. You know, get into the spirit.”

“Sure, whatever, I just don’t know anything about 20th century Earth clothes.”

“You’ll be fine. After all, what do synthesizers have databases for?”

“Okay, yeah. Let’s do it. So, 19:00 at the synthesizer room?”

“Yeah!”

They kept talking after that about various things, laughing and having a great time. Raevyn, however, was overflowing with happiness. She could barely believe this was actually happening.

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The Bad Guys Season 1: Our Own Story (chapter 35) - Insecurity

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Luckily for me, it's Pride Month, so, starting with this chapter, the rest of the story was about the LGBTQIA+ representation of the Bad Guys. Pride will be also mentioned in this chapter.

I hope you like this new chapter. Get ready!

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Intro

Mr. Wolf: Yeah! I'm bad!

Mr. Snake: You're bad!

Ms. Tarantula: He's bad!

Mr. Hornet: She's bad!

Mr. Piranha: We're bad!

Mr. Shark: Who's bad?

The Bad Guys: Yeah! We're the Bad Guys!

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In the Bad Guys' hideout, Webs and Hornet were taking a day off as they sat down on the couch to watch TV. They were watching fun facts about the LGBTQIA+

The TV host asked her special guest, "During this Pride Month, is it difficult with finding love with the opposite sex? You know that this is something you need to clear up as yesterday-"

The guest then answered, "Look, I'm not pointing out any names or certain categories. I agree that loving someone, not the opposite gender, or having a different sex or gender identity can be the same way as being in a straight relationship. There are a lot of things that can come up unexpectedly. However, being in this type of relationship is just not easy. That's just it. It's not. Some people might not even take it well when it's not vital to learning. I mean, we already got a lot of noise from government protests; do we have enough?"

Watching this made Hornet begin to think about himself… about his sexuality. Ever since his sudden feelings for Piranha started to show, things got complicated for Hornet.

Seeing Hornet looking down like that after listening to the TV, Tarantula quickly turned the TV off with the remote, and looked at her friend, "Boy, you don't think you would listen to what the TV said, huh?" But Hornet didn't say anything. His silence has confirmed his answer, "That is flawed."

"I know, Webs, but what if those guys have, in their own stupid way, a point?" Hornet said.

Tarantula gasped, "Shush!"

"I mean, what if there is something wrong with me, Webs?"

"'Cause you're not dating anyone?"

"I'm weirding everyone out! They see me on TV, robbing, stealing, scaring around, and of course, as a member of the Bad Guys, I have a reputation like the rest of you. It's a vivid image.

"Hornet, you are a strong, independent bug. Anybody afraid of you is not worth your time.

"Yeah, maybe, but what if they're right? What if I'll never find anybody?"

"Hey, what about Piranha? You and he are buddies for a while. You two were so close. And you accidentally dated each other online," Tarantula chuckled, recalling the event of Hornet's blind date incident.

"That is because I didn't know my date was him. It's a blind date," Hornet admitted before clarifying, "Look, Piranha and I are just friends. Nothing more."

"Suit yourself, Hornet. But you better hurry. As you said, you know your own sexuality, and whatever that is, you should follow it," Tarantula shrugged as she placed a hand on Hornet's hand, "You already dated me, and it didn't work out, so I know someone out there will like you for you. Don't give up."

After that quick pep talk, Tarantula jumped off the couch, leaving Hornet alone with his thoughts. Hornet was on his own, thinking if Tarantula was right. What if he won't be himself if he won't find someone soon? He's pansexual. A person who would have feelings for someone regardless of their sex or gender identity. If he won't find someone, then what sexuality would he have?

Just then, his thoughts were interrupted when the elevator door opened, and the rest of the Bad Guys came out, laughing and chattering. Hornet hit behind the arm of the couch, but his eyes were still peaking.

"Nice work today, Piranha," Wolf commented.

"You should see the looks on those cops' faces! Priceless!" Piranha laughed.

The sight of Piranha made Hornet's time go in slow motion. Seeing Piranha laughing before looking forward to where he was walking made Hornet imagine him with sparkles and pink and yellow clouds covering the corners. Hornet could see how cute Piranha is while he was walking and his expression made the insect swoon. Hornet smiled dreamingly with small arts just came out from his head.

"Hey Webs, Hornet," Wolf's voice snapped Hornet out of his daydream as he quickly hid completely behind the armrest of the couch, "What are you two doing on your time off?"

Tarantula answered while she was standing on a drawer beside the couch, "Well, just talking about stuff. Not too important."

"Well, I'm glad you both enjoyed your time off. Turns out we didn't need our tech wizard and our lookout in today's heist," Wolf teased.

"Hey, watch your words, or you'll never see us again," Tarantula warned.

"Alright, alright."

Meanwhile, Piranha was looking for Hornet as he went to the couch, and found the little insect hiding behind an armrest, "Hey, Hornet," He was caught! Hornet didn't have to hide anymore as he sat down casually, and faced Piranha, "Watcha doin'?"

"Oh, nothing. Just talking with Webs, and that's it," Hornet answered.

Piranha nodded, "Well, I better get to my room. I still have a couple of recipes to read," he held out a book of recipes as he headed straight to his room.

Piranha might not like reading, but reading for recipes is his thing. Hornet sighed in relief that Piranha believed him. Hornet couldn't tell Piranha that he was imagining him so dreamingly. The latter might think the former was so odd. Having a crush on a male piranha? Who would think a male hornet would feel that way?

Ugh! Hornet really needed to stop thinking about his feelings for Piranha! They are just friends! That is all…! Or so he thought.

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It was laundry time, and the Bad Guys had to dump their dirty clothes into their baskets. When Shark deliver the basket full of dirt into the laundry room the next floor blow their hideout, Hornet was in charge of doing laundry today. It was his turn.

When Shark left Hornet to do laundry after bringing his dirty clothes to him, the insect threw away the dirty clothes into the washing machine. When he threw a couple more, he found Puranha's shirt. It was still white, but it was kinda stinky. Before Hornet could throw Piranha's shirt into the washing machine, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He looked around to see if no one was in the room, Hornet took a deep sniff on the shirt. He didn't care how stinky it is, it did smell like his best friend.

"He might smell stinky, but this exactly smells like Piranha," Hornet smiled before sniffing the shirt again.

Just then, the elevator door opened, and Hornet was startled. In a panic, he only put his arms behind his banc while still holding Piranha's shirt.

Piranha came out of the elevator, and found Hornet next to the washing machine, "Hey, Hornet."

"What are you doing here, Piranha?" Hornet asked sheepishly, still holding his friend's shirt behind his back.

"I came here to see how was the laundry doing," the little fish answered.

"Umm," the insect quickly threw the shirt into the washing machine, and quickly threw a couple of more, "Just work-in-progress."

Seeing that Hornet might be too slow to work fast, Piranha stepped in, and said, "You know, what if I'll do laundry for you? You're too small to do this all by yourself."

"No thanks, Piranha. I'm good."

"It's okay. I'll take care of it."

"Are you sure?" Hornet stared at Piranha. Why does he have to be such a gentleman for a little rowdy guy? Piranha nodded smilingly. In that case, Hornet gave the laundry he had on his arms to Piranha, and headed towards the elevator,

"Alright. I'll see you upstairs," Piranha said

"Sure," Hornet answered quickly without looking back at Piranha before he entered the elevator and the doors were closed.

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When Hornet arrived back at the hideout, it was empty. Probably the rest of the Bad Guys were in their rooms. Finally, a bigger space for him to be alone with his thoughts. He was passing around in panic after what he did back there in the laundry room before Piranha found him.

"What am I doing? Why do I still have feelings for my best friend? What do I like about him anyway? That little childish…" Hornet started to describe Piranha with a dreamy sigh, "sharp-teeth, cute waddling, strong, macho fish?" Realizing what he was doing, Hornet slapped himself with his hand to snap out of his dreamy thoughts about his best friends, "Snap out of it!" He then sighed sadly, "Oh, who am I kidding? I don't think Piranha would like me back because I'm a bug… and a guy. A handsome fella like him would like and flirt with girls, and his own kind," Hornet sighed once again. He thought he had no chance for Piranha, and his sexuality was complicated to understand. Looking at the window, Hornet thought that thinking inside the hideout won't do him better, "I gotta go out for fresh air," he flew towards the windows, opened one of them, and flew out of the hideout.

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Hornet was flying around, humming a little song, until he noticed a convention where a lot of people ran inside excitingly.

Curious about what was happening, Hornet flew down, and saw the sign beside the door.

"Hmm, 'Don't know who you are? Join our program for free'," Hornet was unsure of this, but he started to have complications about himself lately, including his sudden awkward feelings for his best friend, and his sexuality that he wasted on his life, "Hmm, I can give it a try," Hornet proceeded to fly inside while no one was looking at him.

The meeting room was almost full, and Hornet found himself a space to sit.

A host came in front, and announced to all comers, "Alright, settle down. Settle down, everyone. Okay, so you're all here because you're wondering who you are and what you want to be. For this theme, we're talking about our sexualities."

"Well, I'm in luck," Hornet said in his mind.

The host then continued, "All of you wondered what your sexuality is. Are you born with it? Did you grow up learning what you think of yourself? Have you experienced falling in love with anybody or nobody? This is where you got so confused. You started to feel different about yourselves. The first feeling was something was not right with you. And the second one was mostly about romantic feelings. You guys fall in love with someone who was the same and/or opposite gender, or someone who had the same insecurities as you are in this room."

While the host was talking, Hornet knew this was what he was feeling today… or, at least, the whole year. Whatever the host said was just like how Hornet was feeling. This is the place where he should go. Glad that he found it. This must be the place where he could get his solution.

"Well, that's the whole point. Not everything should be based on your romantic feelings for someone. You should think of yourselves first. Is this really how you've been feeling? Is this what you wanted as you grew up? It's hard to find yourself and know who you are at first, but when you continue to grow and feel comfortable in this kind of life with your new sexuality, you've got nothing to worry about. The first thing you do is embrace yourself, and accept who are. Straight, bisexual, pansexual, all of it. When you do, you can finally find someone really special who likes you for you, no matter what your sexuality is."

This was it. This was what Hornet needed after all. He has to accept himself first as he is right now. He just needed to adjust his life to his new sexuality before he could end up with someone or be single for the rest of his life. But deep down, he had to find someone so he won't be alone again. He was only doubting himself that he could find the right person he could spend his life with, and won't regret it. He doubted himself about being in love with someone who was his best friend…

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Speaking of best friend, before he knew it, Hornet turned to his left, and saw Piranha among the crowd at the lower part of the seats. This surprised Hornet. Piranha was here the whole time! He was here in the program! Oh, stinger. This wasn't what Hornet expected at all. He thought he could get out of the hideout to be alone with his thoughts and away from Piranha. But no matter where he went, that fish was there nearby. By staring at Piranha long enough while thinking, Hornet didn't only see his best friend, but a dreamy fish that is so cute enough to steal his heart and the glow of his life gem.

Hornet then snapped to reality as he felt it again. The one he had been trying to understand with his identity. Hornet couldn't stay much longer as he quickly flew off without finishing the meeting.

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Late at night, Hornet hadn't been coming home since he left. He needed more time than he thought. Hornet made it back to the hideout at 12:30 am as he took the opening window that he used earlier. When he arrived there, none of the Bad Guys were in the main room. They were probably in their bedrooms sleeping…, and he should be too. It's been a long complicated day for him. Hornet slowly flew into his room, and closed the door.

When closed the door, Hornet leaned his back against the door, and slid down. After what was happening today, it felt so wrong and so stressful. The TV reminded him about his sexuality, Tarantula's advice gave him a hard time accepting it, the Identity Program gave him solutions to accept himself, and finally, he could get his eyes and thoughts off of Piranha. Whenever that fish was around, the insect couldn't help but have these feelings for him. But he shouldn't. Even trying to get away from his best friend, he was also there at the Identity Program.

Though, that was the point, Piranha was in that program too. That was strange for Hornet, especially since the program was for people with identity crises, and the topic was sexuality.

"I can't believe it! Piranha was here too? Why is he there?" Hornet wondered why Piranha had to go to that program. Did he have an identity crisis too? Did he have problems with his sexuality? Oh, it didn't matter to Hornet anymore. The only he could think of was his sexuality. He had to think for himself first before thinking about his feelings for Piranha, but… every time he did, it was his best friend… or, in this case now, the crush he could think of. Hornet sighed in shame as he fell onto his bed, and stared at the ceiling, "Why every time I see him, I started…?" He couldn't finish his sentence. He was ashamed to accept feelings. Hornet sat right up on his bed, and all of a sudden… he sang.

It's 2 A.M. but I'm still here, awake Your beautiful face keeps flashing on my mind I hear your voice and the way you say my name It's like reality and make-believe combined

I recall the time when I sat right beside you And you talked about how good your life has been When your eyes met mine, my voice and hands started shaking And everything I am starts caving in

I feel like crashing, drifting Sinking way too deep I feel like flying, dreaming Even though I'm not asleep And I pray to God to give me strength 'Cause your beauty makes me weak But I'm not lying I feel like crashing right into you

Hornet took out a photo of him and Piranha laughing together that was placed in a picture frame. He flew back on the bed while staring at it.

It's 8 P.M. and we go out for coffee I feel the pain of the truth you try to hide You tell me that your heart's owned by nobody And a part of me begins to die inside

I feel like crashing, drifting Sinking way too deep I feel like flying, dreaming Even though I'm not asleep And I pray to God to give me strength 'Cause your beauty makes me weak But I'm not lying I feel like crashing right into you

Hornet stared back at the photo, and hung his head down hopelessly. He hoped he had a chance with Piranha, but how long would he have to wait?

Yeah, it's 3 A.M. and I'm still here, awake The shining stars remind me of your smile And though I know that smile is not meant for me This heartache's gonna linger for a while

I feel like crashing, drifting Sinking way too deep I feel like flying, dreaming Even though I'm not asleep And I pray to God to give me strength 'Cause your beauty makes me weak

But I'm not lying Even though I'm hurting I'll be here waiting And I'll keep crashing right into You

Hornet put the photo down, and sighed sadly. But the longer he felt this way, he felt tired of pretending to control his feelings and feeling insecure about his sexuality. He couldn't hold this feeling of denial anymore.

"Okay, that is it! I can't hide it anymore! I just have to accept myself. This is what I am, and this is what I've been feeling with Piranha this whole time!" Hornet started to tear up as he was now accepting his real feelings for Piranha, "I can't deny it anymore. I just need to accept it. I'm in love with him. I'm in love with my best friend. I need to tell him the truth… maybe someday," He was ashamed that he was falling in love with his best friend. Piranha is just his friend, but then again, Hornet was in love with him. He wasn't sure if Piranha felt the same. He couldn't let the fish know yet. Their friendship would be ruined and filled with awkwardness if Hornet would tell. He had to take the risk.

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Unbeknownst to him, outside Hornet's door, Wolf was outside, leaning an ear against the door. He heard everything that was happening inside Hornet's room, and he could hear what the bug was saying. Wolf didn't sleep either. He was awake in his bedroom, waiting for Hornet to get home as he was worried. But he had nothing to worried. Hornet is fine… but not emotionally. When Wolf found out Hornet returned home, he wanted to know what was going on. He wanted to check on his bug friend, but he was listening behind the door. And now, he found out. Wolf was right. Wolf was right about Hornet's feelings for Piranha. It was all true. Wolf held a fist, and whispered excitingly, "Yes."

Without letting Hornet know he was outside of his door, Wolf decided to head back to his room to be alone with his thoughts of this interesting and surprising discovery from his bug friend.

From there, Wolf sat on his office chair, and spun around. He just loved it when he was right.

"I guess there is a news that needs to be spread after all," he held a pen, and pushed the push button, making a loud sound of a "click".

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Credits:

Rhenzy Feliz - Mr. Hornet

Anthony Ramos - Mr. Piranha

Sam Rockwell - Mr. Wolf

Awkwafina - Ms. Tarantula

Catherine Taber - TV Host

Colman Domingo - Special Guest

RuPaul - Program host

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Author Rally9933

Co-Author TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3

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So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy

I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type I'm the bad guy

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Finally! I made it to this chapter, and right on time for Pride Month.

Special thanks to TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3 for helping me with this chapter.

The song doesn't belong to me. This song is called 'Crashing' by Kyle Juliano.

I hope you like this chapter. The next chapter will be up soon!

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