It’s National Coming Out Day and I am elated. My social feeds are flooded with inspiring posts from inspiring folks in all walks of life. Gay/bi/pan/trans and the list goes on and my heart feels warm because I know how truly goddamn special each of us is. I know the reason we strike fear in the hearts of bigots is because they see our power, they don’t understand it, and that terrifies them. Every day, I understand our influence more and every day I am fucking awestruck. I’m gay as hell, I’m proud as shit and I’m delighted to share my life with the greatest community I’ve ever known.
It’s National Coming Out Day and I am a wreck. My social feeds are surprisingly sparse in posts about #Pulse or our pussy-grabbing President and all his little minions’ plans to extinguish our spark. I’m scared that it’s working. I’m so fucking angry that I can’t seem to get cis/straight people to give a fuck about trans issues while a horrifying gendered system murders and oppresses them. Every day, I weep for people I do not know experiencing atrocities I do not understand and every day I’m afraid of being made to understand. I’m mad as hell, I’m scared as shit and I’m devoted to spending my life fighting for the greatest community I’ve ever know.
“In an age in which the Hays Code restricted romantic activity, Astaire’s dancing signifies his sexual potency while Rogers’ ability to keep up with him during long, complicated sequences suggests that she is capable of satisfying his romantic desires and is a perfect match as his wife. Their films thus manage to be very romantic (if not sexy) without ever showing their two stars engaged in explicitly sexual activity.”– Excerpt from Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers: The Story of Hollywood’s most Famous Dancers, 2013. (Sending love to whomever made each of these gifs. They are all over the internet with no creator-credit. I salute you.)
okay, for all of you who think freckles just appear all willy nilly! Freckles do not! They only appear where the sun hits on your body! But if your oc has freckles anywhere and everywhere, then go for it! But if you’re trying to be realistic, then try to only put freckles on areas where the sun would hit! Some examples of this are:
highpoints of the face
shoulders and back of the neck
tips of the ears
on the top parts of the arms
and if they wear shorts a lot then maybe on their legs!
Unless they are walking around naked all the time, they won’t really get freckles on their tummies and butts, unless they just naturally have some dark spots!
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request: can i ask for a reggie x reader where he tries to ask her out but plays hard to get? thanks! :)
it was just another pep rally for the river vixens but for cheryl blossom it meant that there was another opportunity to be in the spotlight, being the captain and all.
you smile over to your red headed best friend, she was nervous like always. her parents had attended every single bulldog/vixen event but after jason’s death they had stopped because the memories flooded back each time they sat in those bleachers.
tonight was different though, tonight both blossom parents were here to support the teenage girl, so we had practice every damn day for at least a few hours.
we had to make this rally perfect so cheryl could show her parents what they’ve been missing.
“you know this routine inside and out cheryl, you could do it in your sleep” you reassure her placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“thank you” she smiles softly at you “what are best friends for?” you giggle bumping her hip with your own as you apply your last coat of mascara to your eyelashes.
it was our fifth and final period and cheryl had ordered an emergency practice which resulted us being forced out to practice on the field with the jocks because the gym was being occupied by freshman gym class.
“5 minute break” cheryl yells allowing us to rest and hydrate.
you wonder over to the drinks table pouring yourself a cup a icy water from the cooler they leave there for the jocks.
“drinking our water i see?” you jump at the sudden voice almost covering yourself in water “god you scared me” you mumble wiping your mouth of the fallen liquid.
it was the one and only reggie mantle, it was common knowledge to all the kids at riverdale high that the raven haired jock had a thing for you. you flirted back and fourth tension building between the two of you.
he’d asked you out multiple times as well as half the other guys on the team but you refused to date anyone of them. the girls on your squad were puzzled at your decision to turn down only the best of riverdale high but you just shrugged it off.
you didn’t want to fall into the stereo type of an ‘easy’ cheerleader.
its not that you weren’t attracted to him because god, you were. he was tall, strong one of the best bodies in your year but he was more than that. you were the only one who’d seen past his bad boy jock facade.
he had everybody fooled, except you.
“can’t a hard working vixen get herself some cold water?”
he smirks “depends” he steps closer continuing to flirt
“will this working hard-gorgeous vixen want to go on a date with this beautiful specimen of a bulldog”
you roll your eyes placing the cup back down on the table
“you know what I’m actually not that thirsty” you turn and walk back toward your squad, swinging your hips as you know his eyes are watching your every agonising move.
“your going to have to try harder than that reg” you yell to the boy
he bites his clenched fist before jogging over to his jock friends.
you begin to stretch when cheryl approach you a smirk evident on her face. you grab her shoulder to stabilise yourself as you tuck one foot up.
“what are you doing?” she questions you, looking you up and down then behind you were you know reggie is staring based on the voice of coach clayton yelling at the poor boy.
“mantle! ball. over here” you giggle turning and giving the small boy a wave
“gosh (y/n) why don’t you just say yes!” the captain fumes at you.
“because its reggie cheryl” you muse taking a break from the stretching.
she huffs crossing her arms over her chest.
“oh c’mon you don’t seriously think i should go out with him? you hate reggie and me dating jocks remember what happened last time?”
she ignores you staring off behind you
“god what are you looking out” you turn spotting a familiar red head looking your way.
you smile and wave at your long time friend before turning and facing your best friend.”
“oh. my. god.” you squeal bouncing on your feet
“what now?” she snaps
you grin widely “you have a thing for andrews gah this is golden!!”
her eyes widen and she shakes her head “no i don’t!” she defends
you laugh clapping your hands together
“it doesn’t matter his into you- they’re all freaking into you”
your features soften “cheryl archie is NOT into me”
“I’m serious its completely platonic- wait what does this have to do with me and mantle?” you question dipping down to touch your toes.
“well if you start seeing the bimbo jock-” you interrupt her “don’t call him that”
she sighs “anyways if you start seeing each other than you my dear friend can put in a good word with efron- and then we can have double dates at pop’s!”
“god you didn’t just refer to archie as zac efron” you giggle
she narrows her eyes causing you to shoot your hands up “fine fine ill put in a good word to archiekins, i don’t need reggie for that”.
you bend down again touching your toes when you hear whistles and a huge thud.
you both turn quickly glancing as reggie is sprawled out onto the floor clutching his head as he rips off his helmet. before you know it your legs are carrying you over to the injured boy dropping to your knees as you approach him
“reg oh my god are you okay what happened?!” you bout running your hands over his face worry covering your expression like a blanket.
he winces trying to stand up only to stumble down, you stand quickly trying to bare all his weight. “arch” you mumble begging for the bulldog to help you out.
he swoops over holding the boy up, “what happened?!” you exclaim glancing at his team mates they all go quite holding in laughter “what?!” you ask confessed looking to your friend and the injured raven haired jock.
arch sighs laughing before answering “someone was having a good look at your ass and moose clocked him because someone didn’t have his head in the game”
you laugh covering your mouth as your cheeks heat up “hey i wasn’t-” he tries to defend himself leaning against his team mate.
“oh im sure you weren’t” you tease poking his chest
“practice is over mantle your on the beach tonight” he throws his hands in the air in frustration pulling away from the support of his red headed best friend
“c'mon coach-” coach clayton tucks his clipboard under his arm pointing a finger at the raven headed captain “i can’t afford you trying to show off to your girl- rest up”
your eyes fall to the ground blushing as Reggies attempts to cover up what his coach just said
a laugh spills from your mouth but your hands dart up to stop anymore from being realised. he glances at you with pleading eyes his rosy cheeks evident on his tan skin.
“(y/n)!” you turn to see your best friend yelling your name “i gotta get back to practice to you need help getting him to the bench?”
archie shakes his head adjusting his grip on the sulking boy “nah we’re good, go back to cheryl before she bursts a vessel”
you give the two boys a two finger salute before winking and rushing back over to your hot headed cheer captain
“jeez cap don’t get your knickers in a knot” you complain throwing your hair up into a pony tail.
she huffs turning and clapping to get the vixens attention “lets go bitches formation!” she yells
you roll your eyes getting into position catching the boys staring as we start our routine. “be right back” you mumble to the red head before jogging over to the pair on the first row of the bleachers
“yes” you smile catching reggies attention, the ice pack of his head slipping as he moves his hand away. they share a confused glance before looking back at the dumb smile on your face.
“wait what?” the raven haired boy chuckles nervously “ill come with you- on a date. pop’s. tonight” you speak with confidence twirling your hair.
a smile grows on his lips “really?” you dip down to reach his eye level “as long as ginger god comes too, for my ginger goddess” you point to the anger cheerleader standing with her vixens
“deal?” you question smile lazily placing your hand on his thigh
he looks to archie and he shrugs “im in” you give your friend a fist pump before looking back to the shy boy “deal” he finally speaks smiling up at me.
“what made you change your mind?” he asks nervously
you bite your lip backing away “i told you mantle, you had to work for it”
his smugness overwhelms his features archie elbow him in giddiness as he watches his friend flirt with the girl of his jock dreams
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