everything I watch is gay

Now that Will and Grace is coming back (28th of September this year) I feel like it’s the perfect time to share something I learned a while ago. John Barrowman, probably best known from Doctor Who, Torchwood and Arrow,  Barrowman was also considered for the role of Will in Will & Grace, but the producers reportedly felt he was “too straight” and the role eventually went to Eric McCormack instead. Like have you seen John Barrowman??! 

THIS DUDE

THIS ONE

ARE YOU SURE YOU HAD THE REAL JOHN

HIM

Here’s the link to his wiki if you don’t believe me: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Barrowman

PS: I’m really happy that Will & Grace is coming back, I have a lot of fond memories of watching it wiht my older sister.

a straight: I can’t even watch tv anymore, everything is gay now.

me: name two tv shows with gay main characters besides Modern Family and Glee

a straight:

anonymous asked:

hi! i keep seeing you reblog stuff about women and fic and i just want to say: i was that 14 year old girl who read gay fic and swore up and fucking down i was as straight as they come because i was fucking TERRIFIED like i dreamt about kissing a girl once and i basically refused to sleep because if i didn't sleep i wouldn't think about kissing girls and i'd still be normal. fanfiction literally helped me come to terms with myself and i'm pretty sure i'd still be in denial if i'd never found it

Oh anon, let me tell you, I was that 14 year old girl too. Though I was … haha, I had a longer way to go.

I used to be the most homophobic, vile little piece of shit. I’d make posts on fanficrants (once I got a livejournal, which was, uh, when I was 17-18) about how characters weren’t GAY what was WRONG with fangirls? I’d complain to my friends about how not everything had to be gay. I would watch shows (mostly anime) as a teenager and muse about how I didn’t GET why people made the stuff between Male Character 1 and Male Character 2 gay. 

And yet.

The first completed original piece of fiction I wrote, which I finished when I was 16, was incredibly fucking gay – I still have it, all 236 handwritten pages of it, and good lord. None of the characters in it act even remotely straight. I had an assignment as a 12 year old in art class to design a cartoon character and I basically designed an incredibly butch lizard. Pitching it to myself as “trying to understand why people ship gay stuff,” I wrote an uncompleted piece of original fiction (before the first completed one) that just involved literally everybody being gay. My mother and I had a small tiff about it without talking directly about it, just her saying she knew the sort of stuff I wrote in my spare time. My gayness was always there. I just didn’t know it.

By the time I was 17 I was aware that maybe I wasn’t really … completely … straight, but as a deep-set Mormon in the middle of “the Mormon corridor” (Idaho, Utah, Colorado, Arizona, New Mexico, Nevada) I shoved it out of my mind and tried not to think about it, until my first girlfriend confessed to me once during a sleepover and I confessed back. 

A lot of my self discovery process at that time was through fanfic. I’d been really noisy and annoying about how much I didn’t ship one (canon-intended) gay ship in my fandom of the time, Fire Emblem, and I wrote a 2000-ish word piece about that ship just using it to explore my own sexuality, my conflicted feelings about it. The deeper I dug into fandom to try and work out my feelings, the more comfortable with myself I became. It didn’t matter if it was m/m or f/f. I tinkered with both. I realized that I’d always kind of shipped Rei/Usagi from Sailor Moon, and just sold it to myself as caring a lot about their friendship. My first girlfriend and I, long before we confessed to each other, had shyly admitted we were both sort of interested in Kurama/Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho. I ran a fanfic competition (back when those were a thing) in one of my main fandoms and the winning fic made me cry with feelings I hadn’t understood at the time, but did now. 

I’m never going to buy into the purity discourse about what women – straight, gay, bi, whatever – should or shouldn’t ship, what characters are “healthy” for them to identify with, what fiction they are or aren’t supposed to consume, because in those years of my life, fandom was my only outlet. I still remember being 19 and making a terrified post on my livejournal about being bi (which I thought I was, at the time). How unhappy and uncomfortable I was with myself. How for years I told myself I hadn’t really loved my first girlfriend and, for a long time, even refused to call her my first girlfriend or my ex. How fandom is where I found other women like me, writing gay stuff like the stuff I was getting more and more interested in. Fiction is an important tool to help us discover ourselves. That doesn’t end when you get to fanfiction just because it’s based on already-existing work. (If anything, doesn’t that make it even more of a tool to discover ourselves?) 

So yeah. I’ve been there. And because I’ve been there and it was what made me discover who I was, I’m always going to support women getting to have that same experience. I often think of myself as a late bloomer in terms of my gayness, but the fact is there are people discovering themselves out there every moment of every day. Some younger than me. Some older than me. And they should all have that chance. 

guess who got to watch wonder woman in all her 3D glory this afternoon

this girl

my wishlist for BBC Les Miserables:

-is literally a live-action English-speaking Shoujo Cosette

Sometimes Sebastian and Ciel ice skate at the frozen lakes around their palace. Ciel is usually clumsy with his movements, but Sebastian is always there to hold his hands and guide him across the slippery surface.
But just so you know occasionally both of them slip and fall onto the ground because Sebastian sometimes loses his balance too.

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Lucy | 15 | Gay 🌈🏳🌈🏳
• I’m looking for friends or even something more, because I need more gay people in my life.
• I love everything about music and theatre❤🎵
• I also watch a lot of gay TV shows 🎥
• Space is my home (especially at nights lol)🌠
• Please talk to me, I love talking to people.

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sanctamater  asked:

let's say god in his high heaven is hungry.

THE WAR OF THE FOXES LEFT YOU HUNGRY, MY DEAR. { no longer accepting }

     Here in the Cortez, a woman clings to the last scraps of her dying youth. She allows her body to be rewritten by metaphor & allegory to the point where it EXHAUSTS the audience; though they look away, they still call it art.

    The Senator’s Wife leaves the door open for the insatiable sort. Another wife enters: long after the bruised, fame-stricken boy leaves with lipstick stains smeared across his chest like acrylic streaks stretched across a once blank canvas. Lydia Fell enters. The curtains that part flutter their mad butterfly wings. Now, she stands on the balcony overlooking moody L.A.

    Slim fingers grasp the railing. She’s high in the sky, but this isn’t a city; it’s a hotel for lost souls. The dead crawl in the walls, but Bedelia – Lydia, whoever she is – likes to blame the absinthe she’s ingested with a peculiar fellow. She’s still left parched. So is Amelia.

                                    ♟– ❝You’ve thought about pushing me.❞

                                                There is no rhetoric offered.

                    You can hate yourself so wholly that you hate another like yourself.

    Slim fingers belonging to Lady Death’s hands stroke the column of her neck. It’s a playful squeeze with sinister intent. Bedelia side-eyes the source: a woman so full of envy that she oozes decay. The blonde smiles & peers into those diamond eyes that have now turned to granite – sharp & desperate to hurt.

                                                        We’ve become terrible.

    Bedelia whirls around, fully engaged in this wicked game. Her tailbone knocks against the railing. For now, the metal holds her weight. Her arms wrap around Amelia’s neck; their throats are occupied by harmful touches. A plump mouth touches a soft dewy cheek that’s caked in foundation, blush, mercury infused cosmetics. They threaten to topple over. To fall down. She whispers throatily into the shell of her ear. Leaves a trace of lipstick in the aftermath: red stains; red bleeds.

                                                    ❝Is it you or God that’s hungry?

valerianwizard  asked:

At this point in your liveblog there is just muffled and internal screaming every other post or so from everyone; you're going to have a lot of posts to return to. So if you were to predict what might happen (or just what you'd write the story like moving forward) what do you think is going to happen in future chapters concerning the characters and what would you have them go through? Theories and thoughts? Farfetched head canons? Your analysis is funny, intriguing, and thought provoking.

This is such a fantastic questions that I hoarded it for two weeks. 

Sadly I didn’t actually think of any cool answers in the meantime, but still! Let’s see. 

Ideally? Everyone is happy, no-one dies, the universe is saved and Evil Wolverine is ground into dust under Yuuko Ichihara’s glorious heels while the Tsubasa family live together happily forever. Watanuki and Doumeki get together and open a restaurant, Ryuou finds his own version of Syaoran and marries him, and Sakura finally gets kick ass in every world she visits from now until forever. 

BUT HOW LIKELY IS ANY OF THAT. 

It’s difficult for me to imagine how I would write these characters, because even just the narrative structure of Tsubasa is so far distant from anything I use in my own writing. I like to challenge characters, of course, but as I am now I don’t think I could ever write the plot lines that CLAMP have in store for me. I just don’t think I could do it. So my writer instincts fail me entirely here, though I love that you asked the question from that angle. And thank you so much for the kind words! They go a long way. 

What I’ll do instead is just quickly rattle off all the theories and thoughts I have in my head right now, regardless of how likely they are. Feel free to laugh at each and every single one. It’s good for you!

Here we go, as fast as I can:

- Fai is way more involved in main plot things than he is letting on. 

- Fai also expects that his secrets will cause all hell to break loose in the Tsubasa family and turn everyone against him. He thinks this is what he deserves. 

-  Yuuko and Yukito (at least) know the general shape of how the future is going to go but can’t/won’t stop it. 

- Kurogane’s parents were adorable loving people who he tragically watched get eaten by monsters when he was a child, causing both his vendetta against them as well as his reluctance to show genuine attachment to people. 

- Syaoran is a living copy of Lava Lamp Guy, orchestrated and set up by Evil Wolverine to help him gain control of Sakura’s wings. 

- He’s tried this before with another version of Sakura and it didn’t work. 

- Fai’s magic has a ridiculously heavy cost/is super destructive without his phoenix seal in place. 

- Sadness. 

- Vampires?

- Fai did something terrible on his homeworld and has a very low opinion of himself, perhaps because of said terrible thing but perhaps not. There’s a lot of guilt there. Does he hate that he exists at all? More at 6!

- Seriously though that first feather he “found on Syaoran” still bothers me. 

- At least one of the main characters will lose an eye. It will be a huge plot point. (By process of elimination this might be Fai too)

- Sakura will get increasingly powerful and (hopefully) get to use magic herself. 

- Something terrible will happen to Watanuki. He will still exist, but he won’t be the same. 

- Himawari is really important and I don’t trust her even the slightest bit. Maybe evil, maybe not, but not who she appears for certain. 

- Syaoran or Sakura might not survive the entire plot. 

- Mokona is Mokona. 

(No confirmations or denials either way would be greatly appreciated)