#you are a depressed homosexual

[officialfroggie]

nah cause im thinking ab mike moping around and staying in the basement playing video games for a month after will left. and how excited he must have been when he met eddie, someone who loved dnd and music as much as will. someone who could even slightly replace the will-shaped hole in his heart. nah.

[realasslesbian]

So I’m watching that Jeffery Dahmer series and the one thing that gets me (other than the gruesome serial killing lmao) is how Dahmer’s mother is portrayed as this self-centred bitch who doesn’t give a shit about her kids, while Dahmer’s dad is a poor helpless man who is just doing his best. But he left Jeffery alone just like the mum did? 

In fact, the mum left because the dad was abusing her. She tried for full custody, but since Dahmer was legally an adult, she couldn’t force him to go anywhere or do anything. So he chose to stay in the house he was raised in, while his mum fled with his younger brother, for her own safety irt to The Abusive Father (but even before she left Dahmer alone in that house, she’d cooked a bunch of food so that this grown adult man wouldn’t starve lmao). And then she threw herself into raising that boy and working for a womens centre. But somehow she’s still the crazy villain and we gotta have cameos of her driving dangerously and screaming about aliens?

Meanwhile, where tf is Dahmer’s dad? Oh right, he was off banging another woman. And three months later when he decides to check in on his kids he figures out that *shock horror* the female who is supposed to be wiping my son’s grown ass is, in fact, not doing that. And does he step up to be the parent at this point? Lol no, instead he fobs Dahmer off onto his elderly mother and disappears with his new girlfriend again. But still this man’s being portrayed as the ultimate victim in all this? Like bro, your serial killing kid is probably in some major part your entire fault lmao

[sempieternall]

this is so ch 109 dazai saying he daydreams about chuuya core. i'm SICK

[herequeerexitentialfear]

i still love my other babies [kcs] BUT THESE TWO FUCKERS [Celia & Cecio] HAVE A IRON FUCKING HOLD ON ME RN [Elena does too but i have no issues with that<3333 arty plant sapphic<33 who is up for murder<33]

tbh Cecios the one that grabs me and tells me to draw him. MY GUY I AM TRYING TO WRITE YOUR FUCKING WOTR FIC AND DO YOUR PLAY-THROUGH. but hes all 'no draw me looking pretty' and i fucking do. clown ass shit.

[significant-ace-nnoyance]

the queer urge to sob over nick nelson tiktoks

[jakeotters]

they should’ve let hamlet become king. i would’ve loved his unhinged ass try to be in charge of everything. he can’t even handle his own emotions let alone stressful situations

[chunkycotton]

i feel like a failure lmao like all my friends graduated and im still here getting high and too scared to go outside cuz im afraid my exfriend will shoot me in the head

on the brighter side, applied to a few jobs so hopefully ill be getting money soon and my friend is coming back in a few days and im going to have to strangle them when they get back lmao <3

heres a photodump too lmao

[w3bheadz]

where is my mind . . ?

Title from the song where is my mind by pixies

Just a lil Mike Angst for the soul bc there isn’t enough

mike dies , he was in a not so silly goofy mood 

It all started on that cliff. The moment he realized he couldn’t do it without will, was on that day at the quarry. He was happy Eleven had saved him, but a part of himself wished she hadn’t. Mike knew, deep deep down, this was his fault. He was the reason Will had been taken that night. Will could have stayed the night, Mike could have invited him to. But he didn’t. And Will was taken.

A couple days later, he went back to the quarry and sat on the edge, wondering why it hadn’t been him. They were all kids, sure, but why would it have taken Will. The kid that was mercilessly bullied with slurs, the kid he had sworn to protect since kindergarten, gone. Just like that.

Then, they found him. Not just as a body dumped in the quarry, but in the upside down. Will was taken to the hospital in which Mike refused to leave his side. Not to eat, drink, or shower, at least until his parents dragged him home.

He had never had good parents. His mom cared when it was convenient and his dad was a horrible person. Ted Wheeler, the epitome of bad fathers. He was constantly judging and criticizing Mike or he was forgetting the existence of his only son. There was never an in between. 

Ever since Mike was little, he was never about to be the most masculine, or the most athletic, and that bothered Ted. But then again, Ted was Ted. He was never happy with his son or his older daughter no matter what they did. Nancy and Mike were different though, She stopped caring. He didn’t.

Fast forward to the next hospital stay, Mike was the first to notice something off. He tried, so hard to tell them. To let them know it was a trap. But they didn’t listen, they just didn’t. And now they were dead. He had to tell Mrs. Byers that Will was the spy, and that they needed to make Will sleep. He covered his ears, but nothing could block out the screaming he heard that night. To this day, the screams will forever haunt the nightmares it brought.

Then in his garage , he stabbed Will’s emotions 

“ It’s not my fault you don’t like girls! “

Is what he said, and that hurt Will, he knew it did. And he would never, ever forgive himself for it. 

So when the byers left, and El kissed him, he didn’t kiss back. It felt … wrong- like it wasn’t where his heart was. At that moment, he knew exactly what it meant. He was in love with William Byers, and so far in that he couldn’t pull himself out of it if he tried. When everyone biked home, he went to the quarry instead. And thats where he found himself now. 

So, to bring back to the original thought, as Mike stood by the quarry, walking the edge, and looking over occasionally. He didn’t WANT to die, but he didn’t want to live either. Will was gone. He was in Cali, and he was going to make new friends, probably forget all about Mike. He deserved it though, Mike had been a complete asshole to him before he’d left. 

Will deserved the world, more than he could ever give him, but it was okay, because Mike couldn’t get in the way anymore. He’d be gone before he could interrupt or bother anyone ever again. He took a step off the edge, and as he fell, he thought of everything happy that had ever happened in his life. Most of the memories contained Will, and all of the sleepovers, the dnd games. It wouldn’t happen anymore. He accepted it as a fact of life before it all went dark. As the water knocked the air out of him, he whispered one last thing. 

“ I love you “

[godisrealproof]

"And the sixth angel poured out his vial upon the great river Euphrates; and the water thereof was dried up, that the way of the kings of the east might be prepared." Revelation 16:12 (KJV)

The world: "The Bible is a bunch of nonsense" The Bible: *the thing that's actually happening in real life right now*

[pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy]

I sit on my counter, drinking soda, blasting baby queen, and I think yeah, maybe life is ok

[happyfanofeverything]

i disabledly walk around in my small frame and my autistic-plural-depressed-transmasculine demeanor like i’m an ice prince deuteragonist in a homoerotically-charged chinese action series and apparently that’s why no gay boy has ever taken note of me while men & women alike hit on my nonexistent perceived girlhood

[starrrmaaaaaaan]

When your ex lover calls you for the first time in months and all the memories come back and all you feel when it's ended is how this dog looks:

[mephistopheles]

imagine being some depressed victorian homo avidly reading the strand magazine for the mysteries or whatever and thinking like ok so anyone else get kinda a gay vibe from holmes and watson……… but homosexuality is illegal and the wilde trials are going on and your book club is completely heterosexual so you have nobody to talk about it with and you think you’re going mad and then acd drops the three garridebs on you with watson sayijng "all my years of devotion culminated in the relevelation that holmes loved me" like what would you do. i’d go ballistic

[jakeotters]

hamlet wrote this post

[omgthatdress]

In the immense social upheaval following World War I, Berlin emerged as the global hub for gay life and gay art. In 1921, Berlin was home to 40 documented meeting places for gay people. By 1925, that number had jumped to 80.

Cheif among these hotspots was the cabaret Eldorado, whose drag pageants and performances were immortalized by the likes of artists such as Otto Dix. In 2023, Netflix released a documentary about the club, Eldorado: Everything the Nazis Hate.

At the center of the movement for gay rights was Dr. Magnus Hirschfeld and his Institut für Sexualwissenschaft.

Ins 1896 Hirschfeld was operating as a regular physician, when he received a note from a soldier who was engaged to be married. The soldier was suicidally depressed because he could not get over his attraction to men, and was desperate to be cured of it. Being gay himself, Hirschfeld related tremendously to the soldier, and was spurred begin studying homosexuality in a scientific manner.

He was led to the conclusion that homosexuality was a natural occurrence that happened the world over. More importantly, he argued that homosexuality was not immoral and that homosexuals should be free to live and love as they pleased.

Hirschfeld was also the first scientist to recognize and study what we'd call transgenderism today, and was the person who coined the term "transvestite."

(Dr. Magnus Hirschfeld, 2nd from right)

Das Institut acted as both a medical clinic and a center of education. Members of the public could come and be informed on the mechanics of how sex worked as well as receiving non-judgemental medical care for STIs and other sexual conditions. Women could receive information about safe abortion. It was also one of the first places where trans people could come and receive hormone treatment and information about gender-reassignment surgery.

Then, in 1933, with the appointment of Adolf Hitler as chancellor, everything changed.

Queer lives were officially deemed not worth living, and public queer places became the chief target of Nazi persecution. The voluminous libraries of Das Institut were raided and then burned, destroying so much early queer history and science that was irreplaceable.

Dr. Hirschfeld managed to escape Germany and died in France in 1935. Queer people who were not lucky enough to leave to the country were arrested and sent to die in concentration camps.

The lessons of Weimar Berlin are painfully pertinent today. Progress can be destroyed faster than it gets made. Rights are not guaranteed and must always be fought for. The past cannot be allowed to happen again.

By which I mean, for the love of all that is holy, if you want to continue to have any rights at all, pleasepleaseplease vote for Joe Biden on November 5th. Don't not vote in protest. Don't vote 3rd party. If Donald Trump is re-elected this WILL happen again. Just imagine your favorite local queer hang-out being shut down with "Make America Great Again" signs in the window, and vote to stop it.

[tismrot]

The uwu-fication of Good Omens

I’m not saying this to piss on anyone’s parade, everyone can like whatever they want and I realize that people who are perhaps… not experienced in traumatic adult relationships and/or aren’t bitter remnants of whatever ray of light they were supposed to be - I realize their fiction will probably be (for lack of better words)… light and easy.

I also realize that due to the collective heartbreak we’ve experienced after the end of season 2, a little fluff is perhaps needed. Again, not defecating on any crowds - but, like, we did watch the same show, right?

There are some REALLY good meta out there, as well as some fics and some art that really captures the essence of both Crowley and Aziraphale, and the context they struggle within.

…And then there are fics and art/comics where particularly Crowley is reduced to this very tsundere, cranky-despite-secretly-affectionate anime character who blushes and gets ✨ve-y angy✨ whenever he gets a kiss on his cheek or something and I’m like… okay? But. That’s not Crowley, is it? (Yes, you can make him into a hemipened waifu pillow for all I care, go do what makes you happy) - it’s just… You know?

Crowley and Aziraphale are (despite their celestial origins) - at their core - two middle aged, closeted, homosexual men who used to work for two equally oppressive, evil and incompetent fascist governments. That’s why they meet on the benches in the park, like all the other agents sent from other oppressive nations and agencies. The book was written during the last years of the cold war, and during the height of the AIDS crisis. Correct me if I’m wrong, but the first meds for HIV came in 1992 - being gay and being seen with the enemy could bring about equally terrifying death sentences. Yet, they do their best to thwart their Cold War, and then, the nuclear apocalypse.

After barely succeeding, they become as close as they dare to be, and they both know they love each other. Of course they do. That’s why Crowley wants them to stop pretending they don’t. He already assumes Aziraphale knows, because HE DOES KNOW.

Crowley isn’t (canonically) an uwu angy tsundere snek. He is a miserable ex-agent screaming at his closeted, gay lover for refusing to run away with him after 6000 years of war. Crowley is the opposite of tsundere, he is an open, aching wound.

Aziraphale isn’t a kawaii angel cup of hot chocolate, he is a desperate and scared idealist who is threatened into compliance by Great Leader, and who secretly wants nothing more than to let go of all propriety and just allow himself to be happy and freely experience life and love with the man he’s wanted all along, far from all oppression both from society and Heaven.

You guys, this is a story about fighting oppression for love. I just wanted to make sure we’re all on the same side.

And perhaps I’m just old, perhaps my experiences with multiple failed relationships, friendships and my own fallen idealism tints my glasses… But I feel a certain way about all the uwu. I’m sorry. Do uwu if you want. I’m gonna focus on the OPPRESSION, because - apparently - that’s the wall my socks stick to.

And yeah, I know this is very old man yells at cloud. Younger people (or people who just aren’t exactly like me) seeing this show or reading the book deserve the right to play around with it, just like I do. I know, I know, I know. I just needed to say this. Slay me if you must.

End of rant. Thank you for coming to my depression.

EDIT: Yes, I made the Avril Lavigne thing further down. Yes, I am a hypocrite. I’ve made my peace with this.