no one will find the gay now

If I could find a way to see this straight
I’d run away
To some fortune that I, I should have found by now

So I run now to the things they said could restore me
Restore life the way it should be
I’m waiting for this cough syrup to come down

One more spoon of cough syrup now

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and if you look to your left you’ll find just one of many instances where a tingle of gay feelings tugs at keith’s heart :D

yet another part of the childhood klance au but this time a bit in the past

bc lance absolutely used to coddle keith before his Denial Phase TM and i will not be convinced otherwise :D

//and y’all, i think this sketchy art style is The One for the time being. i mean, at first it was an accident but now i’m really feeling it :)  

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Headcanon that Holtzmann have a lot of fun toying with dress codes to mess with snobbish people at formal events. 

Bonus:

I was talking to my mum once about why she thought homosexuality was wrong/a choice and she told me that it was partially because the bible says that “confusion comes from the devil” and that whenever she heard LGBTQ people talk about their experiences with figuring their sexuality out, they said they were confused at some point. 

At the time, I didn’t know what to say to that. I had only recently come out to her, and I was still trying to find the best way to explain everything. But now I realize just how fucked up that statement is, because the confusion doesn’t come from liking someone of the same gender, it comes from adults demonizing that attraction. 

If a kid grows up in a household where being gay/bi/pan/etc. is normalized, then if they ever feel attracted to the same gender, or more than one gender, there isn’t any reason to be confused, because they haven’t been told that it is wrong. When I figured out that I liked both boys and girls, I was confused because I had been lead to believe that only one of those attractions was valid and that I wasn’t supposed to feel the other one. And when the feelings wouldn’t go away, I felt lost because it was supposed to be a choice. 

LGBTQ kids feeling confused has nothing to do with the devil, it has to do with society telling us that who we are is a mistake and that our feelings are possible to ignore/avoid.

S3 predictions !

* we have no idea how the team reacts to losing shiro, this scene is never shown

* despite all keith and red went thru last season he still becomes the black paladin, red lion who???? Don’t know her

* allura has to Learn to Respect Keith’s Leadership Skills because Not All Galra ™. She probably has to apologize to him too and even though she’s obviously a more experienced and capable leader than he is she takes a backseat while Keith leads the team

* hunk saves the day by eating in one episode

* lance flirts with every Girl in the show (none of these girls have names or speaking lines except the one who kisses him)

* they each get like 2 minutes of development in the whole season

* staff makes it seem as if they’re a way bigger deal than they actually are, getting us all hyped up for the new season and then… it’s season 2 again

* Keith’s mom shows up in a flashback, turns out she’s dead. Her whole personality is being beautiful and dead that’s it that’s all we’re given

* but Keith’s dad is still alive !!!1 and he’s a fully fledged character with a detailed backstory and interesting motivations

(* Fandom ships him with everyone)

* speaking of

* lotor

* he’s there

* he’s fuckin horrible. Murders someone every episode. Fandom uses the “you’re doing amazing sweetie” reaction pic endlessly for each of these. Everyone thinks he’s gay because he has long hair, is evil, and is (god help me) Hot

* he’s also shipped with Everyone

* naturally he gets more development and screen time than hunk and lance put together I mean like that’s even a question

* turns out he was betrothed to allura before Altea fell and he Never Got Over It

* it’s creepy as shit but we have no idea how allura takes it because this is used to further Keith’s character development not hers

* pidge finds Matt, this either takes a single episode or half the season, and now the two of them have to find their father. He’s probably wherever lance and hunks characterization went.

* there’s a couple in the background of one scene and it’s implied they’re a Gay. This is the LGBT rep they were talking about. They pat themselves on the back for this and never bring up LGBT rep again.

* allura has to keep dealing with the not all galra storyline, she has to learn to accept them and love them ™ because all hate is Bad… live and let live… imagine all the people living life in peace…

* the last episode is a cliffhanger but this time it’s shiro who has returned, only when he opens his eyes they’re yellow like in that vision he had with Hagar back in s1

I hate that there’s a limit to the Gay™ I can reasonably expect from modern media. Even though there are millions of books, movies, and tv shows with purely straight characters I could never hope for a show with more than a few or, god forbid, only queer characters. It’s like there’s an unspoken rule that I can’t hope for more than one, maybe two non-straight characters or relationships because any more would be ‘unrealistic’ or 'pandering’. Fucking pander to me man, to all the other queer people invested in the worlds you create, because it’s not fair that because there’s a lesbian couple there’s an invisible cap and now I’ll never see a bi main character, or that having a trans side character is “enough activism” and that trans character will never have another friend on the show like them. Why do you have to maroon all your gays in this heterosexual world? Why can’t you let us find each other??

Honestly I’m so happy they discussed Alec being inexperienced though because like it’s so hard now to find early twenty-something year old characters in the media that are romantically and sexually inexperienced. Never mind young adult male virgins (who are gay). It honestly is such a stigma in our society, to be a virgin is to be a prude or to be “innocent” as Magnus says and I’m glad they addressed Alec’s insecurity because it is one I, and many other young adults, face and it is something I almost never see represented in media (and when it is it’s used to turn on men, like a woman who is a virgin is sexualized because she’s “pure”).

So thank you Shadowhunters for this.

Binding safety things.
  • “I can bind as much as I like, I’m having top surgery soon so that’ll just get rid of any problems it causes-” nope. NOPE NOPE NOPE. Not only does soft tissue damage make surgery both more difficult and risky, binding too much, for too long, over even just a year or two can weaken muscles supporting your ribcage so when you stop binding after surgery, you’re at risk of things like hairline fractures- and worse, up to and including a couple horror stories that include punctured lungs. Do not use “but top surgery!” as an excuse to bind while sleeping, for more than 8-10 hours a day maximum, or 365 days a year without one single break. Not binding sucks- but we all gotta do things that suck for our health sometimes, grit your teeth and do not fuck up your lungs and ribcage.
  • Nonetheless, your risk assessment needs to be different if your timescale is less “five years til top surgery” and more “binding for the rest of my life”. I understand some women bind for reasons of gender presentation and such without plans to get surgey, plus of course there’s some AFAB trans people who either don’t want or can’t get top surgery who plan to bind indefinitely. Understand that this means you need to plan ahead for a lot of possible risks and complications that are less prominent for people using binding as a short-term gap, that the effects of very long-term binding are barely known and potentially severe, and that thirty years on, if you are still doing it, there are going to have been consequences for your body. This is NOT to say, “don’t do it”. Do it with a full, informed, adult understanding of what the risks are or might be, and be prepared to take those on. Keep a sharp eye on your body’s well being. Do it carefully. Be prepared for the risks, because yes, they exist. You can take them, that’s fine, but don’t pretend they aren’t real and serious.
  • Don’t wear a binder that is a size too small because the correctly sized one “shows too much”. Lung capacity is fucking important and you will crack a damn rib one of these days if you’re not careful. Do not overexert yourself in any binder; if it hurts or you feel faint or whatever then STOP, IMMEDIATELY. If you exercise in one, wear one at least a size up and throw baggy shirts on over it. Wear a velcro one if you can for working out so you can undo that shit ASAP if there’s an issue. If you go swimming in a binder, have someone spotting for you, make sure there’s a lifeguard at the pool, etc. You aren’t going to enjoy your wonderful transition very much if you, god forbid, wind up being in a serious accident because you’re suffocating yourself slowly.
  • You can bind safely. That is to say, you can bind while minimizing the risks as much as possible, til you reach a point where it’s reasonable for a well-informed, sensible person to weigh them up and take said risks. You cannot bind 100% consequence free. That’s all.
  • And look, just to get a bit tough-love for a second: “but if I don’t do all those things, my dysphoria is so bad I can’t cope” is something I fully, entirely sympathize with. It also means you gotta start working on management techniques so that ceases to be the case, NOT that you should just accept totally batshit levels of risk for the sake of your mental health. The solution to “my dysphoria is so bad that it destroys my life if I don’t bind in my sleep and wear it two sizes too tight” is not and should never be, “so I do it because it’s all right if I know accept the risk”. That’s not responsible, mature behaviour. It’s fully, entirely understandable. But you need, NEED to instead take the longer, more difficult path to finding healthy management techniques to improve your mental health and wellbeing so this is no longer the case, or else it’s going to bite you in the arse. You want to reach the end of your transition with the body you deserve, so you can finally feel right in it? Then look after it. Transition doesn’t give you a new body, it makes the one you’re in right now fit better, so look after the one you’re in.

This can never be said enough: there is no timeframe for discovering your sexuality.

None.

Some people have know their whole lives; others find out after marrying with children.

If you were a lesbian last week but decided you are bisexual this week: that’s great, now you have a whole other gender to love.

If you’ve been straight your whole life and now you realize that you’re gay: this community is here for you.

If you thought you were bisexual when you were 12, then pansexual when you were 20, and asexual when you were 30: you are still valid.

Labels are only what you make of them and how you utilize them: do what feels right. Cycle through as many as you need until you find one that feels good, and then toss that one as well when you find something even better.

Your past actions and thoughts/feelings have nothing to do with how you identify right now, and there is no right time to know or be sure.

Sexuality is fluid. Your life will be fluid. And regardless of when you discover yourself, or if you’ve changed your mind, or if you still aren’t sure enough to even put a label on it: there is nothing wrong with you. You will do this on your own time. No one else can work this out for you. There is no deadline, only you and what you decide works for you at the moment, whenever you decide.

Even if you never do, that’s okay too.

Fuck labels.

Fuck what anyone else says.

Just be you, whoever that is today.

Becoming Queer

When I was 8 I was obsessed with Disney’s Aladdin. Not just the original movie, but both of it’s poorly made sequels too. I watched them everyday after school while I drew pictures in our basement TV room, simultaneously fixated on their adventures and creating my own on paper.

I remember being absolutely in awe of how handsome Aladdin was, but also of the beauty of Princess Jasmine. They were the most attractive people I could ever imagine existing.

When I was 10 my mom gave me an American Girl book all about puberty and the female body. I only read through the whole thing once, but I left it close to my bed because of the one page I looked at nearly everyday.

It was one of the sections of the book on bodily changes throughout puberty– body hair, periods, etc. At the bottom of was a picture of several girls in front of a mirror, completely naked, to illustrate the different sizes and shapes of breasts. I was absolutely fascinated by these girls: the soft curves of their hips, their round and full breasts, the way their thighs came together. Despite their cartoonish nature, this was the closest I’d come to seeing a grown girl’s body. It was foreign and beautiful to me.

Somehow, I knew this wasn’t normal, so I always hid the book after I was done in case mom asked why I still had it.

When I was 12 I found my self distracted in classroom discussion circles looking at girls chests and lips and thighs. Every time I caught myself I’d immediately look down at my lap and blush. I’d learned by now that it wasn’t normal for girls to look at other girls like that, what it meant to be gay. But I’d eventually find my eyes wandering again, my thoughts focused on how beautiful one of my female classmates was.

I remember walking down the hallway one day mentally reciting “you can’t be a lesbian, you like boys… every girl must look at each other like this.”

When I was 13 one of the girls that I clung to during PE (because they were just as repulsed by physical exertion as I was) told us she was bisexual. This was the first time I’d been told someone could be attracted to boys and girls at the same time. It was confusing and enlightening at the same time.

I remember she put her arms around my shoulders once, during badminton week, her face inches from mine. It made me nervous, but in a way that I’d never felt before. My stomach had dropped, and I didn’t know why. It wasn’t like the fear I’d felt from scary movies and my dad yelling at me, but it wasn’t quite like when I felt exhilarated from riding a rollercoaster or binging on sugar with my friends… it was something in between, and entirely new.

I’d told my mom about it and she immediately wanted to call the principal and make sure the girl didn’t touch me like that again. That scared me, her reacting like that. I started acting repulsed by the girl afterwards, telling my friends she had flirted with me even though I wasn’t entirely sure she had, how weird it was and how weird she was.

Looking back, I probably wish that she had been flirting with me.

When I was 14 I was acquainted with the first queer couple I’d ever met. They were in theatre with me, and I’d been wanting them to start dating for months. At this point I’d stopped acting weirded out by gay people and claiming that bisexual people were “selfish and should just pick a side already.” I openly showed my support for gay people, citing my theatre friends of examples of how “normal” they could be.

I walked in on the couple in the dressing room one rehearsal, shocked to see them making out. I stood in the doorway a moment, then walked out without either of them seeing me.

I thought about their kiss for the whole day, wondering how their relationship worked, what it was like to date someone of the same gender as you. I was dating a boy at the time, my first boyfriend and the one that would create fear and an inability to trust for my entire high school career when he started abusing me. I wondered if this couple’s relationship could be anything like ours.

When I was 15 I joined Tumblr. I’d just moved from Michigan to Alabama, had my heart broken by my abusive boyfriend furthering the pain he was inflicting by cheating on me, and was just beginning to realize that I had an eating disorder with no idea how to feel about it or whether or not I wanted it to go away.Tumblr became a place for me to escape all this into “fandoms” and “fitblrs” and personal posts from strangers I didn’t know but whose lives intrigued me. It was on Tumblr that I first encountered the word “pansexual.” I was 16.

I was intrigued and slightly obsessed with the concept of it, pansexuality. I’d only just begun to learn about transgender and heard rumors of other genders outside of men and women, and being attracted to all of them or being “genderblind” seemed impossible, but incredible. I spent months randomly researching sexual orientation and transgender people before finally adopting the term as my own.

Though, it was only in my head that I claimed pansexuality as my own. I didn’t want to tell anyone… not because I was ashamed so much, I’d forgotten that stigma several years ago, but more because I was afraid that I only wanted to be pansexual, not that I actually was.

After all, if only ever been in relationships with boys at that point. How could I know if I was actually attracted to other genders if I’d never dated them?

When I was 17 I got my first crush on a girl. I didn’t recognize that that was my motive at the time, but I was constantly staring at her in the two classes we shared, payed special attention when she spoke, and the day she announced that she had a Tumblr I made it my goal to be a part of her life.

By winter we were best friends. By summer I’d begun to realize the extent of my feelings for her. The first time I got drunk at 19 I blurted out that I thought about making out with her all the time. I told her how I felt at 20, 3 years of pining later.

She told me she didn’t feel the same.

When I was 18 and in my first year of college, I binge watched all of Laci Green’s videos on YouTube, deciding that it was time I figured out how my body and how sex worked. Through her I found not only the courage to masturbate for the first time, but my first confrontation with “third genders.”

I obsessively studied nonbinary genders, claiming to just be interested in them, giving speeches and presentations on them for class, messaging nonbinary people to ask about their experiences. I came to accept that I identified with this term the summer of my sophomore year of college.

When I was 18 I also came out to my dad. I’d already come out to my close friends, sisters, and mother at this point– all giving me generally positive responses. This was not the case with my dad.

We were fighting in the kitchen, something that had become a regular thing since I’d started expressing my feminist and liberal beliefs. He was making homophobic comments and I guess I must of have been very clearly upset by this, because he asked, “do you have a problem with that?”

To which I responded, “Yeah, because I like girls, dad!”

My outburst led to two and a half years of him telling me that my identity was fake, a scheme to get attention, that all I believed was a result of my being brainwashed at college and my own self delusion. The full force my panic, bipolar disorder, and depression came out during this time. The first time I thought of killing myself was when he threatened to kick me out and cut me off from my sisters if I didn’t stop with this “feminazi LGBT bullshit.”

When I was 19 I started dating one of my best friend from high school– a boy, but pansexual like myself, I felt like this was the first queer relationship I’d been in.

He told me he didn’t want a monogamous relationship, that he identified as polyamorous– which I knew because this was one of the reasons his last relationships hadn’t worked out. Thinking I wouldn’t fall as desperately in love with him as I did, I agreed to an open relationship.

Two months into the relationship and much research and self reflection later, I’d come to accept that I was also polyamorous and I never wanted a monogamous relationship again.

When I was 20 a girl on Tumblr reblogged a set of selfies that I’d posted, exclaiming in the tags about how handsome I was. I took one look at her blog, saw the profile picture of her staring directly at the camera with intense blue eyes and an expression impossible to read, and immediately followed and messaged her my thanks.

We started messaging frequently, talking about such expansive and random things, things I’d never talked about with anyone. Soon we were messaging everyday and I began to realize how hard I was falling. I wanted her, I wanted her so badly.

I hadn’t had a crush on a girl that’d worked out in my favor and I was constantly pining for a girlfriend. I loved my boyfriend, I was still attracted to men and non-feminine genders, but I felt not only “too straight” to be queer at that point, but also like I was missing some sort of affection in my life that only a feminine partner could fill. And I was beginning to wonder if this girl was the person who could finally end my wanting.

The only problem with this girl was that she lived an ocean away from me, in Denmark to be specific. But my feelings became so strong that I couldn’t just be silent anymore: I told her I liked her.

She said she felt the same.

Today, March 2nd, 2017, Hayley Kiyoko released the music video for her single “Sleepover.” It wrecked me.

Hayley has become someone that I not only admire, but someone who makes me feel so validated in who I am. A mixed, Japanese American, queer girl in love with art and comfy clothing. Before Hayley, I’d never felt like there was anyone in the media who was even remotely like me. With great music and a connection I’d never felt in any other celebrity before, I became an avid fan. So naturally, when the video for “Sleepover” was released it only took me minutes to find it on YouTube and watch.

The music video was so much more than I could have anticipated, actualizing all my experiences as a queer feminine person, admiring from a far, living in my head with my fantasies and no hope of ever being able to experience them in reality. With this video I was thrown back into all the years I spent confused and afraid of how I felt and who I was, all the girls I wanted to be with but knew they couldn’t work out, or didn’t work out even when I tried. And as melancholy as these thoughts were at first, it pushed me to the realization:

I love who I’ve become. I love that I’m queer.

And despite how grueling the process of it all has been, I wouldn’t trade all that heartache for a normal life if I could. I wouldn’t give it all up to be the straight girl with no struggles or worries about who she loved as I once believed I would. Even with the pain that it had brought, becoming queer has made me the person I am today.

And I love that person, even if there are still rough edges to be smoothed, I am finally unafraid of who I am.

Bruce Wayne headcanons:

-is forever socially awkward

-had a lot of “dates” but Selina was always his one true love and he respected that she didn’t want to be in the billionaire spotlight

-didn’t know how to interact with Dick at first because he had never had any friends as a child or siblings

-has a very good memory and is attentive to details

-followed Alfred around everywhere when he was learning to crawl and crawled after him wherever he went

-followed him around as a toddler too

-while Alfred cooked, Bruce would sit up on the counter and watch him when he was very small

-helped Alfred cook standing on a chair until he was tall enough to see over the stove/counter

-loses his virginity to Selina Kyle (naturally)

-truly bonded with Dick after he found Dick crying in the living room late at night after patrolling. Dick had been crying often but was too shy/awkward to come to Bruce or Alfred about it

-didn’t know how to interact with Jason at first because Jason was a lot like him and didn’t like being coddled

-is more like Jason than any of his children (this is why they butt heads)

-is a much better and disciplined fighter than all of his children (including Damian who was trained by the same person, but didn’t have the early training from Alfred)

- was trained to fight by Selina, Alfred, and Ra’s Al Ghul which gives him a much more complex mixture of hand to hand combat

- considers Alfred his father (even though he loved Thomas, but the older he gets the less he remembers about him) but also has a fatherly bond with Jim Gordon and Lucius Fox

- gives Oswald Cobblepot more leeway than other villains because of their history (Cobblepot has no real malice towards Bruce Wayne)

- bonded more easily with Tim than Dick and Jason at the start of their relationship

-tends to baby Tim more than his brothers, even though Tim is more mature

-is very smart and enjoys math, science, and history

-views Barbara Gordon as family because of his history with Jim Gordon

-knows how to cook, clean, sew, and dance thanks to Alfred

-legally adopts Dick and Tim and was in the process of finalizing the adoption of Jason before he was killed by the Joker

-is very supportive of Tim being gay, but wary of Kon because of how much stronger he is than Tim

-is not supportive of Tim quit college his first year

-pretends not to be supportive of Dick being a cop, but is secretly proud

-secretly adds money to Jason’s bank account every now and then

-is horrified (like Hank Hill level horrified) when he finds Stephanie’s underwear or feminine hygiene products in one of the bathrooms

-while getting ready for big public swanky events, Dick and Tim often end up redressing Bruce and fussing over his hair and cologne

-enjoys working out with Dick more than any of the others. It’s their bonding thing

-enjoys doing research with Tim more than any of the others. It’s  their boding thing

-despite being Batman, Bruce is incredibly awkward, sweet, and caring. When he asks someone “how are you” he genuinely wants to know they’re okay

-will forever be Alfred’s baby, no matter how old he gets

-keeps all of the boys’ first Robin uniforms. It is the Batman equivalent of keeping baby teeth

-loves it when all the kids are home and checks on them when they’re asleep in their rooms as if they were still little

-has difficulty bonding with Damian because Dick took over the fatherly role in his absence so Damian is more attached to Dick

-bonds easily with Helena because she is the one and only child he knows from birth

-picks Helena’s middle name “Martha”

-has a fairly decent relationship with Oswald Cobblepot (as Bruce Wayne)

-chooses Tim as his heir to Wayne Enterprise because he knows it would interest him more than Dick or Jason

-has only seriously fought two of his children-Dick and Jason, when they were becoming out of control teenagers

-enjoys having a large family and lots of children because he was a lonely, only child

-does not visit his parents’ grave until Dick is in his care. Before that, he was too scared he wouldn’t be able to handle it

-over the course of their relationship, asks Selina to marry him numerous times

-Selina says yes when Helena is already four

-because Selina hates the spotlight, the marriage is done through the court and only a small reception is held at the manor. Bruce’s sons are his groomsmen and Dick is his best man

-Despite being socially awkward, Bruce is a suave SOB when it comes to women, but he only has eyes for one

anonymous asked:

how does jack deal with the fact that bitty is an out gay player and him not so much and they have to keep their relationship a secret at the beginning?

My dad used to use this turn-of-phrase, ‘One ‘aw shit’ can undo a hundred ‘atta boys’; basically, fuck up once and people won’t remember the rest of the things you did right.

To me, Jack lives in that reality 100% of the time. He’s already fighting to rewrite his overdose narrative, and now he has this big gay secret that could be a bigger career killer than rehab.  

Then he finds Bitty and he falls in love. He suddenly has something to fight for (other than hockey) that makes him a braver person. His parents know. The Falconers know. Bitty is going to graduate, and he’s going to move to Providence, and Jack is going to build this perfect life and maybe even get married. To a boy. Something 17-year-old Jack couldn’t even have imagined.

But then Samwell sweeps the Frozen Four, and suddenly other people are realizing how amazing Bitty is, too, and Jack’s carefully constructed plan starts coming apart. Jack can’t ask Bitty to stop pursuing a dream career just because Jack wants a husband to come home to every night.

Jack reworks his plan: he’ll talk to George and Bitty can play for the Falcs and they can still be together; but since Jack disclosed the relationship already the Falconers don’t want the legal liability Bitty brings.

Strike one: Jack’s honesty about his relationship bit him in the butt.

Second best option is to find a team in the Metropolitan division so Bitty can stay close, but then executive emails leak and suddenly over half the league is implicated in actively discriminating against Bitty. Including many of the teams Jack has been asking his father to help lobby.

Strike two: Jack’s league is as unaccepting as it ever was.

Meanwhile, for all of the support and positivity around Bitty becoming the NHL’s first gay player, there is also a very vocal, very aggressive, hate-spewing minority. The kind of people that send death threats in the mail and make comment moderating a necessity.

Strike three: Jack is scared.

Then the owner of Seattle’s expansion team swoops in and offers a contract that allows Bitty the freedom to be himself; something Jack desperately wants for his boyfriend and no longer feels confident he can provide. Jack realizes Bitty isn’t as scared as he is. To him, this is an adventure, not a punishment, and where Jack sees the hate, Bitty sees the love.

But now Jack is terrified because he knows himself well enough to recognize he wouldn’t be able to handle the kind of scrutiny Bitty is under. He knows his insecurities won’t be remedied by coming out, especially if he’s doing it alone, and while Bitty is a huge piece of Jack’s support system, he can’t be the most important part. That isn’t healthy for either of them.

Jack has waited two long years to get his boyfriend to Providence so they can start building a life together when he realizes he has to let Bitty go.
Jack half expects Bitty to leave him when he finally admits to being afraid. Unsurprisingly, they talk out their issues like adults and they agree that a) no one is saying Jack has to come out, and b) Jack’s mental health has to come first.

Bitty leaves for Seattle with the promise that he loves Jack enough to one day marry him, and swears that he’ll help clear the way so when Jack does decide to come out it won’t be as big a deal as it was for Bitty.

“Just leave it to me, sweetpea. I’ll clear the way, then you can come charging through.”

Have you ever thought of a Supercat West Wing au, where Cat is still Cat Grant, CEO of CatCo World Wide Media. She’s going along with her life, kind of just coasting (I mean. Coasting for her), and she’s a bit bored with her life, but there’s not very much she can do to challenge herself at this point—she’s built her empire, she’s made her legacy. But she’s feeling a bit restless, the same restlessness that got her to this point, that drive to be more.

And then one day, someone from her war correspondent days walks into her office, one Hank Henshaw, who saved her life when she was just a rookie war correspondent who knew absolutely nothing, comes to see her. And he’s talking about this New England small time politician he wants her to go see, at some retirement center, and that’s it. He’s never called upon that debt, never used her for political or financial gain. Cat’s just thinking no way is she the real thing, at this point (especially without Sunny Danvers in her life), more than a bit jaded with humanity and pessimistic.

But the man who once saved her life is asking her for a favor, and it’s not power or money or a position of influence. It’s simply to go to this place in Middle of Nowhere, New Hampshire, and hear some imbecile speak. And this is what old friends do for someone who owes a life debt (and maybe she herself is just a little bit hopeful, just a little bit curious. This is someone who has Hank Henshaw’s faith. Henshaw might be the most honorable and decent man she knows—and for someone who’s life’s work is to ferret out secrets, who refuses to keep her head in the sand, that means something).

And then on the way, maybe she stops in New York to visit her old friend Lucy Lane, who’s working for gage whitney, making rich white guys even richer. Both stuck in their ruts, uninspired.

And Lucy tells her to come back if she sees the real thing. Cat gives a bit of a sarcastic laugh and asks her how the hell would she even know—and Lucy tells her she’s seen Cat excited before, truly excited. Lucy will just know.

(and maybe Cat did her background research on her way there—she was a journalist first. Foster child, with a life plagued by tragedy, adopted by one of the state’s oldest families. Some went to college on military scholarship, had a bit of a career as an artist after serving her 4 years of active duty. Single. Spotless record. Very few relationships, married to her work. Cousin’s a journalist, two tattoos, worked as a diplomat after the artistic stint, majored in art and political science, minor in linguistics. Licensed pilot. Polyglot. Sister of Alexandra “Alex” Danvers, former army medic and Surgeon General. Again, she’s Cat Grant—she does her homework)

So Cat goes to that retirement center and is just prepared to have some really mediocre chicken. She’s barely paying attention—she even has a crossword in front of her—even has it be paper, to prove a point that she’s not busy with a work email or something truly important on her phone Nope. It’s a crossword puzzle. And then there’s the question from the dairy farmer—why did she vote on the way she did on those milk subsidies? That hurt a lot of dairy farmers.

And then there’s just this pause before Kara goes, “Yeah. I screwed you on that one.” And Cat’s head just rockets up and she immediately stops what she’s doing because this is something Cat’s never seen. And she watches as this politician explain that the reason that she didn’t do something very politically advantageous—in a state where dairy farms are big, this small tiny state where those votes really do matter—was because she didn’t want children to go hungry. She wanted children to be able to buy milk.

What you are taught in every college political science class, every high school civics class, in every democratic society, the goal of every politician is to be reelected. And yet this is something that won’t score her any political points, will make her lose constituents—she didn’t offer justification, like oh I voted for this because they’d give us better grazing laws, or anything. This was flat out “I did it for starving children. Not for you.”

And just. She’s almost a little bit pissed because goddammit Hank was right, Cat is absolutely  hooked. She’s completely bamboozled and yeah like Josh she’s just in awed shock and she comes into Lucy Lane’s firm, dripping wet, hair a frizzy mess, outfit ruined,—and this is Cat fucking Grant, she never looks anything but pristine, not a hair out of place—just grinning. And Lucy just stops talking to the client about the deal that would have made her a partner, the culmination of her career and everything she’s been working for her entire adult life—and it’s one of the easiest decisions she’s ever made.

And then Winn, drunk off his ass because he thinks he’s going to get fired tonight because he told if she’s asked about her vote against the dairy farmers tonight she should, and only because it’s the easiest thing to remember, tell the truth.

And then Alex comes in and fires everyone but Winn—which Kara protests wildly at because Kara still doesn’t think that she’s actually going to get elected, that she’s just doing to keep her opponent honest and talk about some issues and be very comfortable conceding the race but Alex has been in politics, has plans for Kara and knows that they could go all the way to the White House, Hank as VP for anyone worried about having such a young woman as President, Alex as Chief of Staff. (and there’s a reason Alex has never planned on running for the White House and that’s a)she is horrible at any type of public speeches and b) Sierra Tuscon, drinks, and pills.)

And then Winn goes all the way to California to visit his old friend James (complete with the James falling into his pool scene with the sheer white shirt because I may be gay but I have eyes and EQUALITY). Winn lets James know that. Well. Yeah, you’re right kara’s never heard of you but Alex sure has. And yes, Kara Danvers is a good person. And that’s all it takes for James to pack up from his 500k a year job to the one that pays 600 a week.

And so now Kara has a team of Lucy Lane, Hank Henshaw, Alex Danvers, Winn Schott, James Olsen, and Cat Grant. And she’s worried now, because she was never supposed to win. She’s just there to make her speeches and keep her opponent honest because they may live in a time where a woman could be president and a black man can be VP—but a straight female president. Not a gay one. But Alex was right and they win and they’re off to the White House. So Kara keeps her secret, and hopes (prays) that no one finds out, because she’s been so very careful, not even Alex knows.

And if Kara thinks that Cat Grant is witty and fierce and determined and witty and sarcastic and absolutely radiant? Well, she’ll keep that to herself.

How not be a bad person

Before you post about how bad heterosexual people are and how disgusting their sex is follow these steps:
1) draft your post
2) find all references to heterosexuality and replace them with non-hetero sexualities
3) reread
4) if it now sound like something a homophobe or a bigot would say don’t post it

Bashing people because of their sexuality is bigoted - no matter the sexuality.
No one deserves to be treated with such disrespect and hatred because of their sexual orientation.

We can do better than this.

We are above this.

We are not this.

Paris x Rory headcanons

Because I’m bored.

- the first time they have sex they both freak out a bit before hand bc they’ve never slept with another woman. Paris shows up with diagrams and Rory is like “wow you’re prepared” but she’s hiding her pro/con list of positions behind her back

- after Lorelai finds out they’re together she wears a “I LOVE MY GAY DAUGHTER” shirt for a month. She buys one for Luke and he actually wears it every now and then.

- they both have high stress jobs but they have a weekly dinner date. they usually end up staying in and having Chinese takeout and watching crappy reality tv.

- if Rory’s experience at a restaurant is less than ideal you know Paris is gonna be pissed. How dare they treat RORY GILMORE, THE AMAZING RORY GILMORE, LIKE THIS. Afterwards Rory says she forgot something and leaves the waiter a huge tip and apologises. She’s the only reason they haven’t been banned from every restaurant in the area.

- Paris goes to Lorelai to give her a heads up that she’s gonna propose to Rory at the next family dinner. “I’d like to make it very clear that I am NOT asking you permission to marry Rory. That’s archaic misogynistic crap, Lorelei. I’m just saying, maybe bring a camera.”

- while she’s telling Lorelai this she slowly has a breakdown saying “she won’t say yes, I’m not good enough for her!” and Lorelei hugs her and pats her on the back and reassures her that Rory absolutely adores her

- Paris starts crying before she can even finish the proposal but Rory’s already saying yes and Lorelai’s cheering in the background like “whooooo! Yeah! Get it!” and Luke is outright sobbing into a napkin

- they try to have a big wedding but they both go crazy with the stress. There are charts and diagrams everywhere. Rory fills multiple notebooks with pro/con lists. Paris is almost arrested for assaulting a florist. They decide to keep it small after that.

- they have a daughter and one Halloween all three of them fight over who gets to be Hillary Clinton

- Paris shares a craft table with their daughter

- Rory likes to sit on Paris’s lap

- one time they have a huge fight and they’re both like “I need to get away from you!” but they both end up going to Lorelai’s ahdjdjhsjsjsbsdjw

ari.

the cicadas are singing / the cicadas are dying
in droves. they are droning graveyard hymns
so relentlessly i have to wonder:
is it their funeral or mine?
maybe i am the one being buried
here under the summer heat.
maybe i should be mourning too.

dear dante, do you wear shoes in chicago?
what i mean is: will you still be the same
as i remembered? and do i want you
to be the same? you can’t answer
these questions; i’m just wondering, i guess.
just wishing something could be different
even though i don’t know what.

dante.

dear ari, chicago is too full of shoes;
not enough birds / not enough dreams.
i miss swimming, and i miss you—
can i say this, at least? i almost miss
el paso, but the memories of home
are starting to blur. everything hazy
except you’re always in sharp focus.
you can’t answer but i’m also wondering:
if i held your hand, could we make it
through all these faded june afternoons?

ari.

(maybe. i don’t know. i don’t know—)

dante.

if we carried hope into a thunderstorm
could we finally taste the rain?

boys like us || a. cho

lancemcclainofficial  asked:

GOD IM SO GLAD MORE PEOPLE ARE HOPPING ON THE BAD VISION LANCE TRAIN BEVAUSE I ALWAYS HC HIM AS BLIND AS FCK BUT HE DOESNT SAY ANYTHING BC HE REFUSES YO WEAR GLASSES (which he actually keeps in his jacket pocket but he will never tell anybody that ever) just lance being such a good shot and he can't see brings me joy my son is so talented

hunk is the only one that knows

until keith finds out eventually probably by accident and gets super flustered bc!!! lance is cute!! he was cute before but oh heck!!! lance is really cute!! and he is really gay!! 

and keith kinda stumbles over his words like “so uh so you wear glasses”

lance, without hesitation: no

keith: but they’re?? on ur face right now?? ur literally wearing them??

lance, literally wearing his glasses: no im not

and then keith later after seeing lance and his sharpshooting skills he asks lance why he doesn’t just wear his glasses bc then he’d be able to see his shot better and lance is just “i didn’t miss a singe shot keith” 

and keith doesnt rly know what to say to that so he stands there in silence for a bit processing how this guy who needs glasses can still be such a good shot and eventually says “how the hell do you do it” and he’s a lil in awe tbh

lance grins “guess i’m just that awesome” 

Theory Time

(I’ll make this brief.)

Angry Birb is angry. Who knows why, maybe they’re out of coffee. Literally anything sets this guy off and the pot is empty, I’m not gonna try to understand it.

Ah yes very angry.

What’s this? A potential source of anger, that’s for sure.

Time for drugs.

“Put your gun down.” “What the fuck, why?” “I dunno man I think I’m having an emotion.” “Ed, you assured us you had buried your gay feelings for Penguin.“ ”REPRESSION IS NOT EASY BUTCH, YOU IGNORANT SLUT.” 

“Ivy I was handling it.” “Yeah okay Pengy, you’re welcome.” “DON’T CALL ME PENGY!”

“It’s working… Finally, a brother-in-law to add to my family collection.”

Oh dear.

OH DEAR

Barbara and Tabitha show up because they have a quota and they need Ed to be their straight friend. (Just kidding, they’re probably all trying to kill one another.) It may also be Barbara behind Ed in the image before last.

“Mama’s back, now go back to the gay staring you had going on before you were pointing guns at each other.”

We can also now see that Butch is behind Fish (the coat patterns match). Fish is probably going to unite all of them, however I find it interesting that the synopsis for episode 21 only mentions Fish, Penguin and Riddler as the ones working together. Perhaps Butch, Babs and Tabs are considered to be Riddler’s crew, or maybe they don’t want in on Fish’s game and make plans of their own while Riddler throws in with Fish and Penguin. This could explain why the three of them are chasing down Tetch like we saw in that one behind the scenes clip, unless of course they are doing that as a part of Fish’s plan.

bittyholtz celebrity AU

(((because i can’t ever have great writing ideas for normal pairings or situations that people care about)))

anyways AU where holster is a famous singer-songwriter, he’s probably got a Grammy at this point, and oh man he’s definitely considered a heartthrob (I’m picturing like the musical equivalent of lorde and the teen sex icon equivalent of shawn mendes) and decides he wants to take time away from his career to go to college (which is why he’s 22 as a sophomore just like in canon)

he’s very open and social at samwell and even lives in a dorm as a frog so he obviously gets a ton of attention for a while but samwell is small and soon everyone who cares has met him and is just kind of used to it so he can just kinda live his life (except during Tour Season but we’ll put that aside for now)

right at the outset of holster’s frog year he meets and befriends ransom and they really hit it off. best bros. legendary pong partners. ur platonic drift-compatible favs. this is how holster comes to be an honorary member of smh, gets his hockey nickname, and he really Finds His People in the haus. when ransom gets dibs to the attic the next year, he invites holster to share it with him bc it’s Big and holster is a Friend so it’s not like any of the other smh people would object.

enter one eric r bittle. smol gay baker boy who comes to samwell for hockey, ya ya we know that part. the gag is, he’s a HUGE adam birkholtz fan. how can he not be tbh the boy has the voice of an angel and he’s HOT AS FUCK. (and he doesn’t use gendered pronouns in any of his songs so for all anyone knows he could totally be queer which isn’t a lot to go on but bitty can always hope)

holster doesn’t go to the smh games cause he’d get mobbed and he doesn’t wanna take attention away from the teams successes (and he doesn’t know much about hockey anyway). which is why it’s not public knowledge that he’s connected in any way to smh. bitty comes to samwell not really expecting to get to see adam around much. maybe he’ll get the chance to introduce himself sheepishly and say “I’m a big fan” but that’s It

fast forward to bitty’s taddy tour. he gets sidetracked and loses the group as he tends to the nasty kitchen. he’s in the middle of putting his pie in the oven when none other than Adam fucking birkholtz comes home, headphones in, singing some new adele song or something idk, and drops a couple groceries on the counter before going upstairs. bitty is SHOOK and when shitty pops his head into the kitchen to ask what’s up, why is bitty not with the group anymore, bitty just says point blank out loud “sorry i just remembered that im Really Gay” and then hurries out of the haus so he won’t pass out on the nasty kitchen floor

anyways this got WAY longer than i was anticipating and i really wanna write a proper fic of it SO im ending this headcanon here bc im gonna write the shit out of this later toodles