omg queer

You know what I really love about Thomas Sanders?

The fact that he doesn’t even know me, but he would use my name and pronouns without blinking an eye even though I’m “not a real boy” and I don’t “look like a boy” and that’s more than what my parents have ever done for me. So, yeah, I love Thomas Sanders ( @thatsthat24 ), and I hope he has a wonderful day because that’s what he deserves.


Harley and Ivy being beautiful bisexuals in DC Bombshells #54

okay but what if all of the hp characters were queer??

• every night, pre-t trans boys fred and george sit criss-cross applesauce across from each other on the floor and take turns trying to talk in deeper voices, praising each other when they sound the way they want to
‌• all of the time closeted gay neville spent practicing his dance moves pays off when equally-as-closeted gay colin asks him to the ball and they spend the entire night spinning around the beautifully decorated dancefloor, falling in love with the way they each seem to find a home in the arms of another gryffindor outcast
‌• queer ginny brings agender pansexual luna home for christmas eve dinner to meet her family for the first time, planning to introduce them as her friend instead of her datemate, but she’s happily convinced to be honest when molly’s first reaction is to bombard luna with hugs and exclaim “oh, ginny, you did well!! they’re so cute!!”
‌• ace aro squishies ron and hermione usually get an entire floor of the burrow to themselves over the summer, but after hearing that draco got kicked out for telling his family that he’s dating harry, they decide to give up some of their free space to let him bunk there too
‌• polyamorous crabbe, goyle, and blaise all try to squeeze into one of the beds in the slytherin dormitory to sleep, but when they realize it only fits two comfortably, they lay some comforters on the floor and cozy up there instead so they can all be together
‌• bisexual cedric wants to be the triwizard champion so bad but, my god, who can focus on anything when fleur practically oozes this dreamy lavender scent that puts a lump in his throat and victor krum’s biceps have an actual magnetic connection with his eyes??
‌• sex-repulsed ace wood was born for quidditch, not intercourse, so keep your “haha you play with BALLS” jokes away from him, please
‌• lesbian “best friends” cho and lavender have practically hung off of each other since they met in the second year of school, so in year five when they announce that they’ve just started dating, their announcement is met with an array of “wait… JUST STARTED?"s
‌• padme’s love for fashion has prompted her to read many muggle style magazines over the years, and, luckily, the knowledge she’s obtained from them comes in handy when she gets to take her trans twin sister, parvati, dress shopping for the first time


N. Negovanlis: I also have this memory of summer after first year of Universty of just walking through gay village in Montreal and like being so frustrated that it was tailored more towards men and like the club scene because I was like that’s not me I didn’t know what to do and I was like I want to meet some like older queer women. and I just wanna hear their stories or like understand like how they come out.


This is basically how my coming out went

Shout Out 2 All Bisexual+ People

Shout out to the bisexuals out here slutting it up. Shout out to the bisexuals who enjoy threesomes (or foursomes+) and take advantage of those opportunities. Much love to the polyamorous bisexuals and the bisexuals who say they’re bi-curious and those who don’t like sex at all.

Glory be to the trans, gender non-conforming and nonbinary bisexuals. Y'all foine AF.

Hugs to the bisexual+ women/femmes who leave their lesbian partners and eventually end up with male partners and vice versa. Relationships of all orientations end and don’t let anyone make you feel guilty for getting out or for moving forward with whomever you please. It’s your life. Fuck their judgment.

Bowing deep to all my black and brown bisexuals who have been shining in every way since humanity was a thing. Sending prayers of protection to all my immigrant and refugee bisexuals, restorative justice to my indigenous bisexuals and two-spirit folks, profound respect and recognition to all the elder bisexuals who got us here, and access to every single differently-abled bisexual on this planet.

Protection and healing to all the closeted bisexuals who feel like they have to use gay, lesbian or straight labels to survive. We’re here for you when and if ever you decide to take the glorious and terrifying leap.

Love to the bisexual+/pansexual/polysexual/omnisexual/asexual/biromantic/aro/fluid/no label/queer/questioning/OMG-I-don’t-know-sexuals just trying to find their way. Shout out to all the bisexuals under the vast bi+ umbrella who feel like a more specific label suits them a little better.

Love and light to the bisexuals who will hold onto their bi+ label and you’ll have to pry it from their cold dead hands. Bi+ is not binary (or transphobic) and pan is not sanctimonious (or transphobic). We are a community and we had better act like one because we can’t win without each other.

Eternal love, familial bonds and transformative wisdom to all the bisexuals out here trying to live our best lives, whether we fit their dusty and falsely monolithic stereotypes at times, or nah. We are more of the queer community than anyone else and our expressions of bisexuality are not always going to look or be the same. That’s ok. Just know that when the bi+ bat signal goes up and the bat phones ring, whatever your label, or lack thereof, we had better show up and show out. For all of us.

i’m fucking furious guys, up until last week I was the biggest Captain swan shipper, but ever since 6x14 i realized how wrong that was, I mean yeah I was having doubts about the regina/emma relationship since season two, BUT WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY DOING  ? Drama and more Captain swan drama, yeah hook was a villain and now he wants to redeem himself BUT THATS NOT HOW TO DO IT, you either turn him good or let him be a villain, the guy keeps making major mistakes AND EMMA STILL FORGIVES HIM FOR EVERYTHING! I’m not anti-hook, i like the character, BUT when the hell are they gonna realize that its effin too much -_- , when are they gonna stop for a moment and give SWAN QUEEN a chance -_- these two have a better relationship that Supercat even, regina is the one who puts emma in the right path, and emma does the same for regina, THEY ARE MEANT TO BE ! when are they gonna stop the queer baiting ? !!!!

“Draco?” Harry called, slipping his dark Auror robes from his shoulders and throwing it on the arm of the sofa beside him. He picked up the Prophet from the coffee table in front of him, taking a quick glance through the pages before flinging it disinterestedly back down on the surface. He looked behind him, towards the hallway. “Draco?” he called again. There was no answer. Harry frowned. Usually Draco would be waiting for him when he came home from work no matter how late it was. And it wasn’t late, only just past evening, Harry thought as he checked the hour, though the sky outside the windows had been dark for a while.

Draco wasn’t in the kitchen either when Harry went to inspect, nor was he in the library where Harry would normally find him catching up on his medicinal studies, or hunched over a new potions book Harry had found for him on his countless trips across the country.

Perhaps he’d gone to bed early? Harry pondered, deciding he should check on him before he found himself some dinner.

When he got to the bedroom he paused, his breath catching slightly at the sight of Draco on their bed. Draco lay sleeping, spread out on the mattress, his head tilted to the side and an arm curled over his head. His dark onyx bed shirt had bunched up over his waist, exposing the pale, sculpted skin of his abdomen, and his bottoms settled sinfully low on his hips. Harry swallowed hard, his hand clenched hard on the handle of the door. He should probably let Draco sleep—he’d been so busy studying for his medi-wizard exams that he’d hardly any time to rest in between his training and his internship at the hospital. But the more Harry stood there, hesitating at the doorway and watching the slow, gentle rise and fall of Draco’s chest, he knew he wouldn’t be able to just walk away. He couldn’t.

Instead, Harry drew closer, quietly so as to not startle Draco awake, slipping off his shoes as he went. His heart beat sped up unwantedly, skipping when Draco turned his head slightly forward in his sleep, a soft unintelligible array of words slipping from between his lips. Harry maneuvered himself onto the bed, coming closer between Draco’s marginally spread legs, hands on either side of the blonde’s waist, not touching, just watching—Draco’s platinum blond hair lying in disarray across his forehead, the manicured eyebrows, the lashes, long lashes that lay perfectly against Draco’s skin, and lower, where his lips were parted, lips that Harry would never get enough of—

He looked down, unable to stop himself from leaning down closer until his head was level with Draco’s navel, letting his breath run across the skin, loving the way the small blond hairs stood on end, his ears perking up when Draco let out the loveliest sigh in his sleep; and Harry bent lower, so that his lips could touch the skin, slowly and gently leaving a trail of kisses around his stomach—hearing Draco’s breathing pick up and then an indulgent moan, the sound going through Harry’s ears and straight to his groin. He chanced a glance up and was met with a sliver of steel-gray eyes, glazed with need.

“Hi,” Harry said quietly, a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“Harry…hi,” Draco said, his voice barely above a whisper, sleep still clouding words.

Harry let his eyes fall back on the taught skin below him, letting his tongue trace the kisses he made just moments before, knowing that Draco had dropped his head back as another small moan escaped him. He saw more than felt the twitch beneath Draco’s loose pajama bottoms and Harry’s mouth moved lower, to the waistband, nipping and biting gently, taking his cues from the sounds now issuing freely from above him. Harry’s own trousers were uncomfortably tight—his face growing warm at the small thrusts of Draco’s hips that the blonde couldn’t seem to control, and legs spreading further open, inviting, wanting—Harry’s hand reaching down to palm his own erection, and when Harry moved his lips over the dented fabric, grazing his teeth at the straining tip, Draco’s sharp intake of breath and a desperate murmur Harry recognized as his own name and Harry very nearly growled, grabbing Draco’s hips forcefully, pulling him up, Draco using his hands on the bed as leverage to sit up, reaching over now with his arms clinging on Harrys neck and his legs wrapped firmly around so that he was straddling Harry, who brought him closer, closer, very nearly crushing his sleep-warmed body to him; and there was nothing. Nothing but the space between their lips, and even then there was only a fraction of a second before their mouths connected in a most delicious, frantic, needy embrace. Harry moved his hands over Draco’s back, under the fabric of his shirt, needing to touch skin, reveling in the feeling of Draco’s very hard, very warm arousal against his stomach and Harry smiled….