#happy bisexual day to all the bisexuals out there

[capseycartwright]

stay close, little brother

hen and maddie share a quiet moment of pride about their little brother at the buckley-han wedding.

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Hen couldn’t help the mushy feeling she got in her stomach as she looked across the backyard at Buck. He was with Tommy, and nothing in particular was really happening, but the way they were standing so close together made her smile to herself.

Buck’s recent journey into the great big world of queerness had been a joy to watch, if she was honest. She would never forget the quiet way Buck had sidled up to her at the firehouse, a coy look on his face as he admitted he’d kissed someone and was going on date. The gender neutrality of it all had set Hen’s internal queer alarms off, but she’d waited for Buck to admit – shyly, but in a way so sugar sweet it had made her teeth ache – that he had kissed another man, and that he was bisexual, actually.

It's not that you had to have a crisis about your sexuality – it wasn’t a requirement, by any stretch of the imagination – but Hen had sort of (rightly, or wrongly) expected Buck to have at least a bit of a crisis about it. Buck couldn’t commit to changing his coffee order without having some sort of mid-level crisis about it, so sue her for thinking that something as great and big as his own sexuality might stir up a few confused feelings. But – Buck hadn’t had a crisis at all. He’d been calm, a look of genuine joy on his face as he’d said the word bisexual aloud, as he’d explained to Hen that the piece of himself that had been missing all of his life was this, his queerness, and he felt more like himself than he ever had before, and Hen had hugged him as hard as she possibly could.

She’d been proud then, but she was prouder now, watching as Buck smirked up (only slightly up – but it was cute, all the same) at whatever Tommy was saying, Tommy’s arm hooked around Buck’s waist. The Tommy of it all had been a surprise, she’d had to admit. It wasn’t as if she held a grudge, that Tommy hadn’t been out when he’d been at the 118 – the 118 she’d begun her career at was a very different place to the home it was now, after years under Bobby’s helm. Frankly, their captain had begun to collect LGBTQ firefighters like they were Pokémon, but that was a conversation for another day.

The point was – Tommy had grown into himself, in the years since he’d gone to Harbour, and his queer identity was a surprise, but a good surprise. Hen wasn’t sure she’d have ever put Buck, and Tommy, together, but now, watching them as they swayed at the edge of the makeshift dancefloor in Bobby and Athena’s backyard, she couldn’t help but smile. Buck was blushing, his ears red as he laughed at whatever Tommy said, a look of genuine delight on his face as they talked, their conversation too quiet to be heard over the music blaring tinnily from the stereo Bobby had set up – and Tommy, well, he had the sweetest look on his face. Hen was glad, as she watched, glad to know that Buck’s first queer experience would be with someone who looked at him so sweetly.

She worried about Buck, a lot of the time, and it would be a lie to say she didn’t worry (and worry often) about the romantic entanglements Buck found himself caught up in. But Tommy, he was sweet, and kind, and his years away from the way the 118 had clearly kept him in the closet had been good to him, and Hen knew that whatever happened, he’d be kind to Buck. You could tell, by the way he was looking so affectionately at Buck, their swaying turning into something that could be considered more like dancing.

His third date with Tommy and Buck was already dancing with the other man in a backyard full of his friends and family. That was brave, if you asked Hen.

“I recognise that look on your face,” Maddie huffed out, moving layers of material so she could sit next to Hen in her wedding dress. She looked beautiful – happiness was a good look on her friend. “Because I think that’s how I look right now too.”

The implication hung heavy in the air between them. Maddie had been out of Buck’s life for a long time – through no fault of her own, if you asked Hen – and in those years between Buck starting at the 118 and Maddie coming back, Hen had begun to play that more sisterly role in Buck’s life.

“I know that look too,” Maddie warned. “Don’t say what you’re about to say, Hen.”

“I’d never try to replace you,” the words were out, before Hen could heed the warning.

“I know,” Maddie reassured, giving Hen’s hand a squeeze as she looked across to where Buck was with Tommy. “But why have one big sister when he can have two, right?”

“Right,” Hen relaxed against the other woman. She’d never have imagined Maddie would become such an important part of her life, when she’d first met her – but she couldn’t have dreamed up a better fit for Chimney. It had been a privilege, to be a part of their big day – despite all that had gone wrong – and Hen had told Maddie as much earlier.

“I’d be lying if I said I was surprised, when he told me,” Maddie inclined her head slightly. “Not that I knew – but the way he always talked about feeling as though he was missing a part of himself, I don’t think that could ever be explained only by Daniel. It makes sense it was more.”

Hen nodded. She didn’t disagree. “I feel so proud of him,” she admitted. “It’s not easy, to come out and introduce the man you’re dating to everyone in a matter of weeks.”

“I’m proud of him too,” Maddie hummed, smiling brightly as she watched Buck press a kiss to Tommy’s cheek. “He’s the bravest person I know.”

“I think he’d probably say that about you,” Hen countered with a smile, frowning slightly as someone else caught her attention. Eddie was sitting in a corner, nursing a beer, a far-away look on his face as he watched on. It wasn’t jealousy, no – nor was it upset, or disgust. If Hen could put a word to it, it would be confusion.

“I think we probably share the same opinion on that, too,” Maddie whispered, glancing between Buck, and Eddie. The Buck and Eddie of it all was one of life’s great mysteries, Hen had long-since decided – she wasn’t going to get involved. They’d have to figure that one out themselves

Hen laughed. “I think we do,” she glanced back to Buck, who was closer than ever to Tommy, his arms slung around the other man’s neck, the music having slowed to something softer, sweeter, romantic. Hen should look for her own wife, really. “But for now…” she trailed off.

“For now,” Maddie hummed her agreement. “We can be proud of our little brother.”

Our. If Hen blinked back a tear or two at that, that was between her and Maddie Buckley-Han.

#911 on abc #evan buckley #hen wilson #maddie buckley #911fic #in which i ramble #in which lorna writes fic

[support-ponies]

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[maddykomtrikru]

ok i will say, they are kinda cute IM SORRY OKAY

(im taking a U turn i know, i’ve had a long morning)

ive been looking into it more and he really does match her energy and i find it quite cute his reaction to her changing the karma lyric. man was blushing. i havent actually heard anything bad about him and whether he’s a beard or a real romance, it’s interesting to see this play out. i saw someone say that the reason she’s being so open is because he isn’t trying to hold her back or whatever which i can see in a sense. her lyrics still contradict that but i see the appeal.

this is not me coming out as a shipper in anyway of this but simply stating if it is real, i dont hate it entirely. i still think everyone needs to be quiet with the “they’re getting married in the next year” bc that’s weird.

#im writing this half asleep #taylor swift #bisexual #bi icon #so yea this is my final take on this #at the end of the day i just love her music and want her to be happy #if she is happy being really public with a relationship after sayin she prefers them out of the public eye then i literally have no say #like she doesn’t know i exist my opinion doesn’t matter #we aren’t her friends all we can do is watch and see what else is to come #maybe they’re both bi #i said what i said #gaylor

[desperatecheesecubes]

Listen I’m all for more trans and otherwise gender divergent characters in dc comics but Kon didn’t want people to call him Superboy because he viewed himself as SuperMAN. He wanted agency and control over his own life through the means of emancipation from the authorities attempting to control him and his growth was learning to both allow himself to be a kid and to mature mentally.

#gnc Kon always felt a bit odd to me as an interpretation like I think Kon low key that Dude Guy that’s almost the friend groups token #straight but is actually a confused bisexual #lol I love him dearly #anyway if I’m gonna campaign for any of the Young Just Us crew to be GNC Bart is top of my list that boy is an any pronouns speedster and #you can’t change my mind #anyway ideal storyline for Kon for me would be he and Tim both figure out new identities Kon admits he wants to make out with Tim #Tim has a crisis about liking both Bernard and Kon before realizing he had two hands and they all end up in a very happy thruple #because I’m timkon trash to the ends of my days but also dc shouldn’t hire me because Kon deserves his own solo ongoing again #mine #conner kent #not me going off in the tags #Kon el

[frecklystars]

hey have you heard of the adventure time Fiona and Cake spin off? the trailers and sneak peaks dropped recently, and it's going to be airing on August 31!

I SCREAMED. PRINCE GUMBALL MY BELOVED??? HE LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL 😭😭😭 I HOPE NPH RETURNS TO VOICE HIM AGAIN AHHH!!!! I LOVE THAT HE'S SURROUNDED BY BAKERY STUFF IN A COFFEE SHOP LIKE HE'S TRUE TO HIS ORIGINAL CONCEPT ART HE'S ALWAYS MEANT TO BE INTO BAKING AND SWEETS 🥺🥺 OH MY GOD LOOK AT HIM AND HIS JELLYBEAN EYEBROWS I LOVE HIM SOOOOO MUUUUUCH

AND LOOK AT FIONNA OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 SHE GIVES ME SUCH BEE AND PUPPYCAT VIBES, TEMP WORKER WANTING TO ESCAPE INTO ANOTHER WORLD WITH HER WEIRD CAT. AUGH LOOK AT HOW PRETTY HER HAIR IS. SHE IS SO GODDAMN BEAUTIFUL

AND MARSHALL LEE????????????? THE LITTLE BAT ON HIS GUITAR??????????????????

CATCH ME AUGUST 31ST FUCKING FREAKING IT

#anonymous #asks #ALSO IM SO SO SO HAPPY YOU ASKED ME!!!!!!!!!!!! #I USED TO BE SO. [clenches fists] SO INTO ADVENTURE TIME #I had a blog dedicated to my OC Water Princess who i shipped with Finn #AND FIONNA #and I know I'm gonna draw Rainy with Fionna again like the old days #YOU KNOW IM GONNA DRAW MYSELF W/ MY BISEXUAL BOYFRIENDS #PG AND ML.................... oh my god i loved PG so much he was my number one main F/O at one point #and now I can't wait to throw myself back into that #hmm. well. wait. are they still adults in this series or are they changing the boys to be teenagers #PG and ML were always adults like PB and Marcy but. new show. idk if they're still adults?? #[squints] i have a feeling theyre ALL adults bc it looks like Fionna lives by herself #....... #eh I guess we'll find out #if they all turn out to be teenagers then of course disregard everything i said entirely lmfao #but either way I will be drawing Fionna with Rainy again. u can mark my WORDS #Water Princess loves her fun blonde adventurer significant other #OH MY GOD WHAT WOULD RAINY LOOK LIKE IN THIS WORLD. HER NAME WOULDNT BE RAINY #wait no Rainy is genderfluid she WOULD absolutely name herself after a weather pattern. but it'd be spelled Rani or smth #also watch this series make me finally take the plunge to ship with Simon #he looks like a complete WRECK i cant wait to see him falling apart #TOM KENNY GIVE ME THAT BEAUTIFUL VOICE ACTING #anon you made my day im so happy you wanted to ask me ;w;

[yaz-the-spaz]

I can't believe we waited 7 seasons for Buck to kiss a man and it wasn't even the person he literally legally shares a kid with

#buddie #911 #911 spoilers #i mean look I'm still happy it happened at all #and im still gonna support it cause I'm all for gay awakenings and buck deserves this shit so much cause clearly the girls weren't working #plus tommy seems great and i like him way better than most of the girls already (except maybe abby) #but all that said that doesn't mean im gonna support it with my full chest like i would buddie if it had actually happened #(i always kinda got the sense that ryan maybe wasn't fully comfortable playing a queer role where oliver was though #so if this is the best we get I'll take it) #at the end of the day i just want buck to be happy and with someone who truly cares about him who he can be his full self with #and if tommy turns out to be that person then i can absolutely grow to love him (almost) as much as i do eddie #(im still prob always gonna be a lil salty about buddie and what could've been but c'est la vie) #eta: coming back here to add that after watching some bts content that i had prev not seen i am now re-evaluating my stance on ryan lol #homeboy absolutely wants to kiss oliver. but y'know just like. for art. #bisexual buck

[sorio99]

Came out to my first IRL friend, and not only was she super supportive, it turns out we’ve both been queer this whole time.

For anyone out there afraid of being rejected for who they are, there ARE going to be people who still care about you and support you. I promise.

#lgbtqia+ #nonbinary #bisexual #didn’t come out on trans visibility day #I came out on April fools day by saying ‘hey this isn’t a joke but if it goes badly I want to play it as a joke”’ #which admittedly if she was transphobic somehow probably wouldn’t have worked #it was genuinely so affirming I made an actual social media post #where I basically came out as Sorio to anyone following me on Instagram #which is basically just old school friends their relatives and bots #and basically one of my oldest friends of all replied that he was happy for me with a rainbow pride flag #make no mistake I am very aware of the myriad of ways in which I’m a lucky bastard #but it still feels nice

[sometimesthereishorse]

05/24-2022 🦄 Horse: Bi and Pan Unicorn (I can't think of any funny names)

I'm now also taking unicorn requests! 💕

if you're able to provide a flag for reference that'd be great, but it's not a necessity.

#breed: bi unicorn #breed: pan unicorn #origin: lgbtq+ #HAPPY PAN VISIBILITY DAY!! 💗💛💙 #Any time I see too many battleax bis' I draw pan x bi characters out of spite 💕 #Also yes that's feathers at the tip of their tails #I'm debating if I wanna do omni x poly or omni x ace or if I should just do them all separately #anyway the next one will be trans! #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtq+ #bisexual #pansexual #flashing images #speedpaint #unicorn #F2U

[solardistress]

the only flag i need is the bisexual one its where i live

#its where i lay every second of every day #god beautiful boys and handsome girls….. theyre everywhere and i fall in love with them every time #esp this one guy hes great 💃💃 i heart him lots he deserves the world #the stars the sky the moon the sun every glimmering things out in the universe seen in his eyes as they light up #what am i talking abt ? i dunno. hes beautiful to me. #he deserves so much. actually. so much love and appreciatation. so many things #maybe not the moon though. the moon knows what i say to it i dont need it telling him all those things the moon is mine #he can have the sun #he IS like the sun in a way #i cant really ever look at him for long i end up smiling like an idiot #lights up my days #yknow how it is #moon is almost always smiling and i cant see what the suns face looks like but hell its bright. and it feels happy. warm. bright.delightful #what was this post abt again? ive already forgotten #ah yes. bisexual. yes. wonderful things when you get choice but would they ever be the sun to my moon? the light to my night? #the joy to my day? #no i didnt think so #theyre one of a kind #anyway what am i talking abt again? bisexual? oh yeah im that i guess haha

[drchucktingle]

i have copied this comment without name because i think it is very kind and respectful and i do not want buckaroos interpreting it the wrong way. PLEASE UNDERSTAND this buckaroo is very sincere and has important points and please respect their way. i am going to answer in a way that is counter to their point and i do not want buds to go after them IN ANY WAY. THEY ARE PROVING LOVE AND THEY HAVE GOOD POINTS

okay here is what i have to say:

i have not transitioned and in this lifetime i do not expect to. i think you have a good point of 'how can you know?' and honestly i cannot know that is just how timelines and reality and perception work

HOWEVER i must caution against this train of thought slightly because what works for one buckaroos MAY NOT WORK for another. every time i talk about my non-dysphoric way there are plenty of well meaning buds, particularly fellow trans buds, who show up with posts in the tone of 'its only matter of time.' like i just do not understand yet.

this reminds me of bisexual buckaroos who are told 'you just do not know you are gay yet'. as difficult as it is to step out of our own dang minds, i implore buckaroos to accept that there VERY JOYFUL AND FULFILLED NON-DYSPHORIC TRANS BUCKAROOS who do not need to transition and never will and are healthy and happy without that. just like there are bisexual buckaroos who are not just on their way to being gay

a good way to look at it is like this: I LOVE MY MALE BODY. i think i am a very handsome buckaroo. i have masculine features in my muscle and height and frame. as far as how fate could have placed me on this timeline I WON MY OWN PERSONAL FOOTRACE. i am up on the podium and i am standing here with a medal around my neck. GOOD JOB CHUCK

HOWEVER when i look down i see that medal is silver. i am not going to lie and say it is gold. it is silver.

YES my gold medal is a female body. that is an objective truth to my trot. i believe my gender way is that of a women, but there is no part of me that is upset about where i have placed.

I GOT SILVER. i am not upset. there is no tragedy. in fact i am OVERWHLEMED WITH JOY not just to be on the podium but to be in this race in the first place. HECK YEAH I DID IT AND I GOT A MEDAL

of course this is not to dismiss the difficult journey of others. many do not feel the way i do and their trot is VALID. a dysphoric way matters and is important and these voices are important. they should be elevated and supported. i understand some do not share this podium imagery, and they feel PAINED by trappings of their body.

i feel so much for this. i understand and care for my dysphoric buds, but the simple truth is that is not my story. i cant just lie and say that it is.

it will never be my story. i cannot say this enough: i love my body. however i STILL believe my truest way is that of a ladybuck. if it was a simple button push to change me, then i would push it without hesitation.

but it is not a simple button push.

talk to almost any buckaroo who has transitioned and they will say 'transitioning is hard'. it takes time and work and money and emotional support. i am in awe of the bravery of buckaroos who trot this path, but all of that is not worth it for something that i already feel good about. SCRATCH THAT, i feel GREAT ABOUT. i feel overwhelmed with joy every day over just existing in this male body that i have been blessed with. YES buckaroo, i feel joy existing in a male body that i know is ladybuck on the inside. it feels interesting a cool and exciting.

but my truest way is STILL a ladybuck trot

i guess i am just trying to say that i love second place. im happy to celebrate it. i think my male body is really dang cool. it is not a 'perfect me' but it is really dang awesome, and i never really bothered with trying to be perfect

#trans #non dysphoric #buckaroo lifestyle #love is real #trot of chuck

[vaspider]

Pete Buttigieg is just a faggot.

It's very important to me that younger queers understand this: to the people who you're trying to be more respectable for when you say things like neopronouns set the trans movement back or you're why the cishets don't accept us or including [aces/bi people with the 'wrong kind' of partners/non-binary people/kinksters/non-passing trans ppl/furries/polyam people] just hurts us, can't you wait until we get all our rights before we talk about some of yours? -- to those people? Pete Buttigieg is just a fag.

On Sunday at Pride Northwest, some kids -- late teens, early 20s -- asked what our button I survived Reagan for this? meant. All of the queer adults at the tables making up our ad hoc counter looked at each other and sighed a little. Emet and another adult started to explain the way that the Reagan Administration handled -- or didn't handle -- the beginning of the AIDS crisis. How many people died. How much we were ignored. The Ashes Action. The Time Magazine article which explicitly blamed bisexual men for passing the pandemic to the cishet community, playing on all the worst stereotypical bullshit. The way that even when the CDC started paying attention, they were so focused on gay men that they ignored AIDS in the lesbian community, leading to the "women don't get AIDS, they just die from it" poster. And so on.

I finished counting out change and passed the last Bear Pride raised fist pin over to a bear a little older than me, then turned my head and interjected, "they didn't care until it started infecting more than just the fags." I turned my head back and handed him his change. He laughed bitterly and said, "remember when they called it 'gay cancer?'"

That what I need you to understand. The people for whom you are folding yourself into smaller and smaller boxes will never see you as anything but a freak. A queer. A dyke. A tranny. A fag.

Never.

These are people who will stand by and let you wither away and die alone, gasping for breath in a cinderblock room, and not even claim your ashes, and they will say you deserve it, because of your lifestyle. If they speak of you at all it will be by the wrong name, with the pictures you hate the most. They will curse at your lover, throw him out of the home you shared, and steal the gift you gave last Christmas to throw it in the trash just so he can't have it and they'll say Jesus loves you! while they do it. They'll feel good and righteous and blessed and holy and pure for doing it.

And for them, you spit in the eye of your sister. For them, you disavow your sibling. For their sake, you trim away bits of your heart and lace yourself up tight. Never too loud. Never too queer. Never inconvenient or embarrassing, never asking for too much.

Pete Buttigieg is what happens when your Boomer dad turns out gay. Middle America. Parents still married. Suburban-sprouted. Valedictorian. Harvard-educated. Rhodes Scholarship. Military service. More power to him: I hope he and Chasten are very happy together. Genuinely, I do.

You couldn't create a more respectable gay if you grew one in a lab run by concerned voter focus groups.

But Pete Buttigieg? Is just a fag.

That's the part you don't seem to get: when they abandoned us, they abandoned all of us. Rock Hudson was a beloved movie star and even personally friendly with that horrid pair of ambitious jackals. Nancy Reagan refused to help him get into the only place in the world that could treat him at the time, and he died.

It was 1985, 4 years after the CDC first released papers on what would eventually become known as HIV/AIDS and 7 years after the first known death from an infection from HIV-2. Reagan hadn't even said the word AIDS by the time Hudson died.

Pete Buttigieg is just a fag, and so am I. Unless I'm a dyke, which seems to depend on who's yelling what from which window and what day it is.

Yes, there will be people who genuinely love and accept you. Those people are worth all the frustration of the rest, thankfully, and they're the ones who love you in a pup mask or a leather harness and a neon jock like the ones sold by the men up the row from us last weekend. They're the ones who laugh out loud when you tell them you hid the word "dyke" in your company name, the ones who love you in all your messiness and uncertainty and the way you don't fit into neat boxes all scrubbed up and clean.

Most cishets, though... well, they don't actively mean you specifically any harm, at least not when they have to look at you. Not when you're right there in front of them. Maybe they'll be okay with you, personally, especially if you're the kind of gay who makes a good rhetorical device, and as long as you remain a good rhetorical device.

They need people to know that they don't have a problem with the gays, after all, and there you are, being all convenient. You make a nice token, and as long as you do, well. You're useful.

But they call you by your deadname when you're not around, and they put the wrong pronouns in your medical record even though they met you years after you came out, and they won't put themselves out to save you. Not one little bit.

I didn't want to be here again. The year I graduated from high school was the worst year of the AIDS crisis. The world into which I became an adult was a world in which an advisor and friend to Reagan, William F. Buckley, openly advocated for forcibly tattooing the HIV status of HIV+ gay men on their buttocks (and IV drug users on their forearms), and in which my father not only told me that when I was 14 or so, but when was told me that he'd advocated for that tattoo being "over their assholes."

(Buckley wrote that in '86, but he doubled down on it in 2005.

Fucker.)

But yeah. I didn't want to be here again. I wanted my daughter to inherit a better world. I wanted Obergefell and Lawrence v. Texas and Hope & Change to really mean something. I work for it, today and all days. I haven't given up.

I need you to know that, too. This isn't a white flag. I'm not surrendering. This isn't over. To misquote Henry Rollins, this is what Marsha and Sylvia and Stormé and Leslie and Brenda and Auntie Sugar trained us for. This is punk rock time.

But I need you to understand that if Pete Buttigieg is just a fag, if that human embodiment of a Wonder Bread, mayo and Oscar Meyer bologna sandwich is not respectable enough for them -- and he's not -- then the rest of us have absolutely no hope of measuring up. Not even if we trim away every colorful, beautiful piece of our community, not even if the Sisters Of Perpetual Indulgence vanish into the ether, not even if we sacrifice the five elements of vogue on the altar of white supremacist cishet middle-class conformity: we can't trim ourselves down to something they'll accept.

The only other option is radical acceptance of our queer selves. The only other option is solidarity. The only other option is for fats and femme queens and drags and kinksters and queers and zine writers and sex workers and furries and addicts and kids and the ones who can look us in the eye and see all of us to say we're here, we're queer, get used to it just the way we did 30 years ago. It's revolutionary, complete and total acceptance of our entire community, not just the ones the cishets can pretend to be comfortable with as long as we don't challenge them too much, or it's conceding the shoreline inch by inch to the rising waters of fascism until we've got nowhere left to stand and some of us start drowning.

That's it. Either it's all of us or it's none of us, because if we leave the answer up to the Reagans of the world and all the people who enabled him in the name of lower taxes and Democrats who wring their hands, weeping oh I don't agree with it but we'll lose the election if we fight it right now, the answer is none of us.

The brunch gays can come, too, I guess.

#long post #uncensored slurs #slurs #homophobic slurs #ronald reagan's grave is a gender neutral toilet #lgbtq #queer #trans #transgender #fag #dyke #lgbt

[atimeofyourlife]

Steve being the one who is actually a fountain of queer knowledge because he has a gay uncle in San Francisco or New York, one of the cities that had the biggest queer communities.

Robin not having much information because she's a closeted teenage lesbian who can't drive, so she has nowhere to source that information without raising the suspicions of her parents.

Eddie doesn't have the chance because he can't afford to spend weekends in Indianapolis or Chicago, because weekends mean parties, and parties are one of the best times to deal. He might go occasionally, but just hitting up a bar to find a dude to hook up with, not getting into queer theory because he doesn't really care to. He doesn't bother to learn about hanky code or anything else, because he's not interested. All he's interested in is getting a little action.

But Steve? He spent a lot of time with his uncle, Hank, while growing up. Anytime his family was in the area, they would stay with Hank. Sure, Steve's parents would try to explain his partner, Joe, as a friend or a roommate, but Steve always knew. He could see how in love they were, even more than his parents.

It became normal for him. He heard the words that other people would throw around, how they would talk about how dangerous, how disgusting two men together was. But he couldn't understand why people thought so badly about it. Because Hank and Joe were so happy together and they weren't hurting anyone.

When he was twelve, they were the first people he told when he had the conflicting feelings of having a crush on a pretty girl named Annika in the grade above, but also really wanting to kiss Tommy every time the other boy laughed at one of his jokes. Joe and Hank just listened to him, then taught him about bisexuality. That it was perfectly normal to like both. They gave him gentle warnings, that he would have to be careful because people were cruel.

And because his parents had left him with them for a couple of weeks, they took advantage of it to introduce Steve to other people. They took him to a tiny queer bookshop that was run by a friend of theirs, giving him a space to learn in safety. Because of them, he met people of so many different orientations lesbians, bisexuals, gay men. Self-proclaimed dykes and faggots. Transexuals, men who were once women and women who were once men¹ and people that pushed the boundaries of gender entirely. He felt in awe of all these people, but also loved and accepted by everyone he met.

A few years later, the summer of '82, age 15 and between freshman and sophomore year, he was sat down for a more serious conversation. The day after he arrived, Hank and Joe sat him down for a serious talk about safe sex, in way more detail than what he got from his parents, which was just a pack of condoms appearing in his bathroom on his fifteenth birthday, with a note saying to use them so he wouldn't get a girl pregnant. The talk emphasized the need for a barrier during any type of sex, and brought up the very real risk of GRID, which had yet to be renamed AIDS², to point out why he had to be incredibly careful with everyone he had sex with. But they also made a point to reassure him that they were both okay, that he didn't have to worry about them. They made sure that he knew that they were always there for him, just a phone call away if he ever had any concerns or questions.

A year later, at 16, they decided he was ready for more information. They provided him with pamphlets and zines, covering everything from rights movements to AIDS to secret codes. He took an interest in the hanky code, but felt a little intimidated about what some of the colors meant. They also provided him with a fake id that declared that he was twenty one and that his name was Mark. While he was staying with them, he joined them out in the community. Meeting the people affected by AIDS, learning about the real effects of it and not just the few scare stories that were breaking through on the news. Hearing more stories of lived life, getting a better understanding of the people around him.

Just a few months later, November '83. When everything went to shit. Steve was terrified when he saw the photos Jonathan had taken from outside his house and developed in the school dark room. He couldn't help getting stuck on the what if? What if it wasn't Nancy he had in his room? What if it had been that night when he and Tommy got a little too drunk and kissed each other? What if he'd finally got the nerve to bring a guy home? His life could have been destroyed in seconds by an asshole being a creep.

He became more on guard, scared that at any point someone could be taking photos in his backyard. Then seeing Jonathan with Nancy in her room, it pushed him further. With the fight the next day, he just wanted to make his words hurt. He dug deep and threw out accusations that he'd never wanted to say. Allowing his anger and fear to take over. The moment the word queer left his mouth, he felt an uneasy sense of regret. Accusing someone else of being what he was, as if it was a bad thing.

After it was all over, the details were shared, the cover stories were given, the paperwork declaring that nothing had happened had been signed, Steve felt lost and alone. Even after apologizing, he still felt dirty for calling Jonathan queer. After a few days, he breaks and calls Hank and Joe, and tells them, well not everything, but what he can. The photos, the camera, the fight. What he said to Jonathan. They understood his anger and his fear. They disagreed with his choice of words, but told him that if he'd apologized and meant it, and it had been accepted, there was no point in him continuing to beat himself up about it. That he couldn't change the past, but he had to try and be better in the future.

The following summer, 1984, he joined them with a new hatred and fear of the government. He felt safer with them, not feeling like he was looking over his shoulder all the time. But he was also so worried, what if the Upside Down came back when he wasn't there to help. He threw himself into helping others, knowing there were so many ways that the government was willing to screw over citizens. Wanting to do the little he could when he could. It brought him some peace of mind, being able to do something.

After Starcourt, after getting discharged from the hospital, Steve confides in Robin. He tells her about Hank and Joe. About how much he'd learnt from them. He tells her that he's bisexual, a word she was unfamiliar with, but she embraces him anyway. He spins a story of all the different people he'd met, people that proved it could be okay for people like them.

It formed an even deeper bond between them, a shared understanding that they couldn't find in anyone else their age. They share secrets about crushes, about realizations. Judging how attractive customers are together once they got the jobs at Family Video. Steve showed Robin the zines, helping her pick up more pieces of information, about how many others there were out there.

Steve clocked Vickie pretty quickly, almost certain she was bisexual like he was. Robin struggled to believe him, not wanting to get her hopes up, or to risk getting hurt.

When Eddie crashed into their lives during the spring break from hell, Steve found himself falling hard and fast. He'd noticed the black bandana Eddie wore tucked into his back left pocket, and wanted it. He had never considered being into s&m, but would be willing to take anything Eddie gave him.

He tried to bring it up subtly to Eddie, only to be met with confusion. Even trying less subtle ways of questioning it, Eddie still didn't seem to get it. Steve had to ask if he was flagging, and Eddie responded by asking what flagging was. Steve felt mortified, and stuttered about it being a code, and he thought Eddie was gay. Eddie assured him that he was gay, but still had no clue what Steve was talking about with flagging.

Steve showed Eddie the zines as well, going through all the different colors of the hanky code. Eddie got a little embarrassed when he realized what he'd been signalling, but some of the interactions he'd had with guys the few times he'd been to a gay bar made a lot more sense.

It took a few more days after that for Eddie to realize what Steve had been getting at by bringing up him flagging. There was another awkward, and slightly embarrassing conversation to confirm that yes, they were into each other, and no, neither of them were actually into s&m.

(And of course, Hank and Joe got a kick out of the story when they were the first ones Steve told, other than Robin.)

¹I wrote it this way, as it would have been a way that twelve year old could understand different gender identities in 1979. Different language and terminology was used. I believe that it is up to individual trans people for how they describe and consider themselves pre and post coming out and transition, as it is a very personal thing. I'm non-binary and I consider anything about myself under the age of 17 to be a girl, because that's how I identified at that time. ²(AIDS was known by a bunch of different names, some less kind than others, including GRID [Gay-related immune deficiency] and 4H disease [Heroin users, homosexuals, hemophiliacs and Haitians], until the summer of 1982. The name AIDS was proposed on July 27th 1982, and came into use by the CDC in September of that year. The term HIV came into use in 1986.)

This was supposed to be a quick little headcanon, and it ended up taking me nearly a month to write 1.5k words. And I now want to write so many parts about Steve with his relationship to Hank and Joe. They're the gay uncles everyone deserves.

#steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #platonic stobin #steddie #pre steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #atimeofyourwrites

[unfinishedslurs]

aware of his bisexuality steve (steddie, buckingham)

“Is that a hickey?” Comes out of Steve’s mouth without permission. But there it is, bright purple and red against the slope of her neck. She’s been walking kind of funny this morning, too. He’d assumed her period came early, but… “Rob, did you—“

Eddie fumbles the coffee mug he was pulling down. Chrissy freezes, face turning white with fear. Robin whips around, face bright red, and slaps a hand over her neck. 

“Bathroom!” She yelps. “Bathroom now!”

“Wait,” Eddie says, setting the mug down with trembling hands. “It was me. Sorry, man.”

Steve stares at him, unimpressed. Why the fuck would he lie about—

He looks at Chrissy again, who takes a nervous step back, and it clicks. 

“Right,” he says, nodding quickly. “You. You gave Robin a hickey. Had totally awesome sex that she didn’t even tell me about.” He directs that last bit at Robin pointedly. He told her almost immediately when he lost his guy-ginity. Traitor. “Yep. Sure. Got it.”

Eddie blinks, confused. Robin buries her face in her hands. 

“Oh my god, calm down,” she groans. “That’s not going to work. Steve’s cool.”

“Cool?” Chrissy asks, still looking ready to bolt. 

“Super cool,” he assures her. “The coolest. So incredibly cool, even if my best friend didn’t even tell me when she lost her virginity.”

“Steve!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he says. “But I am going to need details, Buckley. We can go over what worked, and what needs more oomph.”

“Oh my god, can we talk about this anywhere else,” Robin groans, at the same time Eddie asks, “What, so you can get off on it later?”

“What,” Steve says. 

“You think two girls are hot, is that it?” He’s got a sneer on his face now, but Steve’s more observant than Dustin gives him credit for. Even if he wasn’t, it’d be hard to miss how hard his hands are shaking, the nervous tilt to his mouth. 

“Ew.” Steve’s face screws up. “Dude, no. It’s Robin.”

“Hey, fuck you,” Robin breaks in, from where she’s started comforting Chrissy. “You thought I was hot for at least a summer.”

His mouth drops open in betrayal. “We agreed to never talk about that again!”

“Can’t help being sexy,” she coons. Chrissy giggles wetly. “You wanna get married, Harrington? Have my babies? Stay home and raise six little nuggets while I bring home the bread?”

“I hate you,” he informs her. “Hate you so much. We’ll have a nice, heterosexual wedding and share a sad, heterosexual kiss, and you’ll carry me over the threshold of our nice, heterosexual house, and we’ll have boring, heterosexual sex that gives us nice, heterosexual babies, because we are so heterosexual and happy in our suburburban house in our nice little heterosexual town.”

He’s honestly kind of proud of himself for saying heterosexual so many times. Usually he fumbles words with that many syllables, especially after that many times in a row. 

Chrissy is outright laughing, now, endearing little snorts making their way between giggles. Eddie is looking between them like they’re a puzzle he can’t piece together. Robin grins.

“I’ll cuck you with the secretary.”

“Not if I cuck you first. You’ll be away all day in that office of yours, and I need someone big and strong to carry all the new furniture I ordered.”

“I knew it! I knew Timmy wasn’t mine!”

“Oh, but I couldn’t help myself,” he swoons. “Mark was just so sweet, with his bulging biceps and hand flexes, all hot and sweaty from helping poor little me while you were away! You know I’m weak to curly hair and brown eyes, Rob, how’s a man supposed to resist?”

“Fag,” she says, not without affection. 

“Dyke,” he shoots back. 

“Cocksucker.”

“Carpet—“

“Okay,” Eddie breaks in, clapping his hands. He and Robin both startle, and so does Chrissy from where she’s been watching them like a particularly interesting tennis match. “What the fuck is going on?”

“Robin lost her virginity and didn’t even tell me,” Steve says immediately, like he’s tattling to the principal. 

“Steve doesn’t seem to understand the concept of waiting,” Robin retorts. 

“I told you when I had gay sex,” he whines, and Eddie chokes. “I hate you. See if I ever give you tips again.”

“Oh, is that what you meant?” Chrissy asks. “Please don’t stop. They were good tips.”

Robin flushes all the way down to her toes. 

“You like boys?” Eddie wheezes. 

“Oh,” Steve blinks. “Yeah? I thought you knew.”

“You thought I—how would I know?”

The fuck is that supposed to mean? Steve’s been flirting with him for months!

“Robin always says we can sense each other! You sensed her.”

“You told him?” Eddie’s mouth drops open, and Robin looks sheepish.

“She didn’t have to,” Steve snarks. “You’re flagging in Hawkins, man. Was I supposed to miss it?”

“You know what flagging is?”

“Again, in case you missed it, I fuck men.”

“Fuck,” Eddie mutters. “Fuck! Christ, I can’t believe this. You’re, like, the epitome of heterosexual. I spent half of high school having to hear about how much pussy you were getting. Why are you not straight?”

“Wow, Eddie,” he deadpans. “Are you saying just because I like men and woman, I’m not queer enough? That’s kind of homophobic of you, man.”

“Yeah, Eddie, wow,” Robin says. “I thought you were better than this.” 

“Fuck off,” Eddie says. “I feel like I need to lie down. My entire worldview just shattered.”

“I have a couch?” Chrissy offers shyly. “Or a bedroom, if you need a minute away.” Fuck, Steve kind of adores her. Especially since she’s apparently vicious n bed, if the five other hickies he counts just from Robin bending down a little to whisper in her ear are any indication. Good for her.  

“Don’t worry, Eddie,” Robin says, with a glint in her eye that means he’s either going to love or hate what comes next. “If it helps, Steve’s never fucked a man in his life.”

Eddie’s brow furrows, looking between the two of them. “So…you’re just making fun of me?”

He looks a little angry now, and Steve can’t make heads or tails of this conversation because, “What the hell, Rob, yes I have—“

“Oh, so suddenly you’re the one doing the fucking?”

“Stop making fun of me for taking it!”

Eddie lets out an honest to god moan that he immediately slaps his hand over his mouth to cover up. “Right,” he says fervently. “Okay. I need to lie down, like, for real.” 

They watch him stride down the hall, so fast he’s almost running, and slam the door closed behind him.

“I could totally top,” he mutters to Robin as something that sounds vaguely like muffled screaming echoes down the hall. “I top girls all the time. It’s not my fault prostates are a gift from God.”

“Uh, you top because all the girls you fuck are from small town Indiana. If one of them brought out the strap you’d drop to your knees so fast—“

“That’s—I like topping!”

“Your favorite position is cowgirl. Forgive me if I don’t believe you.”

“I will show Chrissy your baby pictures,” he hisses. Robin makes a face at him. Chrissy nods excitedly from where she’s still tucked under Robin’s arm. 

“Oh what’s that?” Robin practically shouts. “You like being pressed against walls and ravished? You want someone to tie you up and have their filthy way with you? Is that what you said, Steve?”

Another noise from the bedroom. He narrows his eyes at her. “What are you doing?”

“Helping,” she says sweetly. “You’re both hopeless.”

“I told you he’s shy!”

“Eddie?” Chrissy asks. “Shy?”

“Yeah, okay, I was confused too, but I figured it was the romance! He told me he hasn’t actually been in a relationship before, I assumed he was nervous to take that step.”

“Yeah, but dingus,” Robin says sweetly. “You’re missing a puzzle piece here. He thought you were straight. He thought he was flirting with his straight best friend he didn’t have a chance in hell with, and then he finds out that said best friend likes taking it up the ass and men with brown eyes.”

“Oh,” Steve says, realization dawning. “Oh, fuck. What if he doesn’t like me like that?”

Robin smacks the back of his head. “Why are you stupid?”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Chrissy says. “Like, really don’t have to worry about that.”

“I’m not coming over tonight,” Robin says. “I’m gonna stay with Chrissy again. Er…if that’s okay?”

“That sounds amazing.” Chrissy beams, and Robin turns red again.

“Yeah, I’m going to stay with Chrissy again tonight. You are going to invite Eddie to stay the night when he gets done with his little crisis, and then we’re getting lunch at the diner tomorrow and you can tell me about it before our shift.”

“Right,” Steve says. “Right, I can do this. I’ve invited guys over before, how hard can it be? It’s just Eddie. But that was hotel rooms, not my house and my bedroom with my shitty wallpaper. And it’s Eddie. Fuck, what if I’m shit at it? Robin, what if I’m actually bad at sex and everyone who’s ever said I was good was lying because they didn’t want to hurt my feelings? Oh my god, I’m totally bad at sex.”

“Woah, dingus, slow down. I think we took the mind meld too far, you’re turning into me.”

“If it helps, I don’t think you’re bad at sex,” Chrissy says. Steve and Robin look at her, and she flushes. “Because of the tips! Not because—I’ve never slept with you, but some of my friends did, and I got three orgasms out of last night, so…”

“Oh thank God,” he breathes. “I was worried for a minute.” Then he raises an eyebrow at Robin, and holds out his hand for a high five. She slaps it, begrudgingly proud of herself, and then takes the hand to pull him into a headlock that’s honestly more of a hug than anything. 

“You’re fine,” she whispers in his ear. “You’re great at sex, as you keep telling me. What’s more, you’re funny, charming, handsome, brave, caring—“

“Aww, Robin, are you getting sappy on me?”

“Plus Eddie literally moaned in front of you when he found out you bottomed. I really don’t think there’s a way to fuck that up.”

Steve grins. “He did do that. I’m going to make so much fun of him later.”

“So,” Eddie says with a smirk, “men with brown eyes?”

“Hey man, don’t look at me. Blame Jonathan.”

Now Eddie looks stunned, mouth dropping open. “Byers?” He says, sounding betrayed. “You have a crush on Byers of all people?”

Steve feels offended on Jonathan’s behalf. “What’s that supposed to mean? Jonathan’s a good guy!”

“I guess.”

“What do you mean you guess? He’s sweet, passionate, good with kids, nice eyes. Can pack a punch. I mean, what’s not to like?”

“Uh, didn’t he steal your girlfriend?”

He waves that off. “That was, like, years ago, man. We’re cool now.”

“Right, okay,” Eddie mutters. “Well have fun with Byers, I guess.”

It clicks. “Oh,” he says. “Oooh. You’re jealous.”

Eddie splutters. “Jealous? I’m not—I don’t—you’re jealous!”

“Oh, am I?”

“Yes,” Eddie says resolutely, not looking at him. 

“Right,” Steve agrees. “Well, if I am jealous, maybe I should know that I got over Jonathan years ago, and have since moved on to brighter, hopefully more attainable pastures than my ex’s ex.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“A different man with brown eyes?” He suggests. “Who is also good with kids, and passionate, and…” he trails off, suddenly realizing all those times Robin made fun of him might not be based on nothing. “Oh my god, I have a type. Shit, I have to tell Robin she was right.”

“I figured that was a common occurrence.”

“Shut up. Where was I going with this? I had a point.”

“You were telling me how awesome I am?”

“Oh, suddenly it’s you we’re talking about?”

“I mean,” suddenly Eddie looks shy, and Steve can’t help but think even with the change in context he might have been right when he told Robin Eddie was nervous about being in a real, romantic relationship, “isn’t it?”

He feels himself smile, slow and wide and probably more revealing than he means it to be. “Yeah,” he says, in a tone he knows Robin would call soppy, “it is.”

#technically all my bi steve fics have him aware he'd bi but for the purpose of naming we'll call it that #aware of his bisexuality steve au #i am ALWAYS jonathan was steve's awakening truthing #steddie #buckingham #i think that's their ship name? #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #accidental outing #i'm not really a bottom steve truther but i thought it would be funny for this #stranger things fanfic

[neil-gaiman]

Hello, Neil Gaiman. I am writing this letter of gratitude because I am in despair, but I am obliged to you. I am Russian, I live in a small town in the south of Russia, in the Caucasus. a month ago I turned 16, so now I am fully responsible for all my actions. I'm bisexual, which is now illegal. you understand what I mean, but I’m simply scared to write about such things. absolutely no one knows about this, and I have to hide every day. this is an unbearable burden, but I must say thank you. because your projects are what gives me life. you have no idea how much pleasure it was for me, at eight years old, to fearfully admire Mr. Bobinsky. when, at 14, I finally saved up money for the Russian edition of Good Omens, which I had to order via the Internet not directly, but through my friends, I was quietly delighted. it is worth paying tribute to: this edition is really good and very warms the soul, its design may not be filled with elegance with a golden border, but it is very homely, cozy and imbued with love for the work, this can be felt, even if the translation is not the best. and on the very first pages I felt something that I had never experienced, having problems with the nervous system and anxiety: I felt protected and happy. I felt complete. each line was a sip of life-giving water for me. let me be so bold but this book is perfect for me and it's hard to believe it wasn't written for me personally haha. like two pieces of a puzzle. I hold the book of Good Omens, and I cry almost every time because it feels good just to hold it in my hands. you shouldn’t put this next to fanaticism, it’s just personal happiness. sometimes I felt so safe with this book that I hugged it as I fell asleep. then I saved up to the translation of script book for the first season, and I must say that I am confused, because there are no deleted scenes in it with Crowley shopping or the opening of Aziraphale's bookstore and others, and this was not clear to me. and a month ago, on October 30, my cousin, who is like my own sister, gave me the original Good Omens for my birthday. can you imagine? in all of Russia she was able to find only one person who carried out such foreign orders (please forgive me, I have little understanding of this). so, in some ineffable way, a copy was delivered to me via America from Corgi Books, I think, 2014. soft cover and thin pages, of course, but I'm so happy. and I’m also grateful to myself, because I’ve been learning English since I was seven, and therefore I’m glad that I can read the original. oh, you should have seen with what rapture I waited for the release of the second season at three in the morning! and with what delight I watched it in English without subtitles, understanding what was happening. this is happiness. what I want to say is that you bring…indescribable happiness to my life. you give me strength, and I don’t give up. I cry every time I allow myself to dream that I am escaping from here. that I can meet you and say thank you in person with my stupid accent, not so much because of my native language, but because of the braces, hahaha. but I never stop dreaming about it, although even this is hard. thank you for everything. I wish only peace and love. with devotion, love and gratitude, A.

I'm sending thoughts of love and concern. Stay safe.

[auggieblogs]

Cupids's chokehold | Oscar Piastri Instagram au

Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which Oscar's girlfriend is a rockstar and he (oscar) is our fav groupie?

a/n: Hiiii!!!! I hope everyone is having a good day/night. Felt like my blog needed an Oscar fic so, here it is. Happy reading, everyone:))

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