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klaroarms · 4 months

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Vorrei informare a chiunque non lo sappia, che oggi 27/12 su X twitteremo dalle ore 17:00 alle 19:00 per mandare in tendenza gli hashtag #BringSimuelBack e #JusticeForManuelFerro.

I motivi di questa iniziativa sono elencati in questo articolo che vi invitiamo a leggere:

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gloryinthethunder · 10 months

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closing out Pride by reposting this art of twelve canonically, explicitly and unambiguously queer characters from Glory in the Thunder, plus however you want to categorize a sexless artificial murder-construct (aroace fempunk?)

You should read Glory in the Thunder which is posting serially twice a week, almost every noteworthy character is queer and/or neuroatypical in some way (including, SURPRISE FROM YOUR LOCAL DID-DIAGNOSED AUTHOR!, multiplicity) and they all make such a glorious mess of their relationships

#glory in the thunder #original fiction #fiction #lgbt+ fiction #fantasy #original character #pride month #gaslamp fantasy #multiplicity #plurality #pride

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chaosbungone · 1 year

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*slaps my exposed brain*

HEY IF YOU WANT SOME ARO/ACE QUEER MC CONTENT BUT DON’T WANNA READ A WHOLE BOOK AND WANNA HELP SUPPORT A FINANCIALLY STRUGGLING/CURRENTLY UNEMPLOYED QUEER AUTHOR PLEASE CHECK OUT MY STORY!!

#it would be dope as hell #and really help a lil guy out <3 #anyone who does thank you a big bunch #in advance lol #lgbt+ writing #lgbt+ fiction #queer friendship #queer fiction #weird fantasy #writblr community #writblr #short story #published works #wizard writing

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annetilney · 2 years

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Scribbles Saturday#3

Hello gentlepersons!

Every Saturday, I post an excerpt of one of my WIP (work in progress)

Below is an excerpt for Dare Not Confess (Draft#1)

They contained stories. Superstitious nonsense, I know. Did people actually believed in blood sucking fiends? Uncle would have chided me.

More things in Heaven and Earth, Jon.

Uncle... I wished to speak to him. There is so much to say. Yet... If given the chance, would I falter?

Tag List (please ask to be added or removed): @bardic-tales @houndmouthed @writinginslowmotion @diemohnblume

#my wip #dare not confess draft 1 #dare not confess #Dare Not Confess! Jonathan Harker #jonathan harker #A Psalm of Treason and Reason #A Psalm of Treason and Reason! Jonathan Harker #queer retelling #dracula #dracula retelling #lgbt+ characters #lgbt+ fiction #gothic horror #my work in progress #my novel #my writing #Scribbles Saturday #historical fantasy #writeblr

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a-is-for-abel · 2 years

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Based on a prompt by @givethispromptatry

"The image of her best friend twirling, ribbons of the dress they had made together trailing behind her, set her heart racing. The serene expression on her face as the music spoke through her had her aching to cup her face in her hands."

It was Reina's first dress.

They'd decided to make it together, in the attic, under the watchful eye of the dust-fogged window and beneath what light wormed its way through the narrowed blinds. She'd bought the fabric with what coin she'd managed to stash beneath her bed. A dime here, a quarter there--anything she managed to snag from the table and the couch and where it wouldn't go missing in any way that mattered.

Her father never seemed to notice.

Eyes always cast over the rim of his glasses, hawkish where they perched over the latest headline blacking out the paper. He didn't notice the fabric she brought home under her arm. Or Reina slipping in through the back window at night to stay well past morning. He certainly didn't notice when the shears went from the kitchen or when the twine and thread fled the drawers. And she was glad he'd forgotten his old waistcoats at the back of the closet as well, where moths made their homes and where she nipped their tarnished buttons.

She knew it would have been easier to work with a thimble, her thumb raw and aching as she pushed the needle through the fabric for the thousandth time. Small dots littered her hands where the needle had caught and stuck fast and made her hiss low and through her teeth. But she was the only one of them with a mother who had taught her to sew. Reina had been shown anything but. And while she chewed the inside of her cheek and pressed the needle through the fabric again, she handed Reina the ribbons to cut down and the buttons to polish and explained the stitches as she worked.

Before the dress was even complete, she realized--as Reina tried her mother's dust-lain Sunday dresses in the low light of the attic--that Reina didn't fit into any of the flats. And the outfit she had planned simply wouldn't do without them. The last of her money went to a pair found in the corner of a dresser's shop, tucked away from the window display and out of the current fashion. They were dull, a bit stained and worn, but perfect in the way Reina collected them in her arms and beamed, wider and brighter than she'd ever seen.

The day she finished the last stitch, her hands were bandaged up to the fingertips and ached fierce enough it bit down to the bone. Reina tied the ribbons onto the shoulders and the bodice for her, and she pointed out where the buttons needed to perch for it to all sit just right. And when the sun had sunk far below its peak, they stepped out into the peach-bathed yard together.

Cicadas cried, high and whining in the limbs of the sagging trees. Reina clutched the dress to her chest, her steps bounced and airy as they made their way to the parched creek bed, where the gnarled rope swing hung off the old bend. It was a secluded little place, one they used to play in as kids until her mother passed and her father deemed it improper to see Reina unaccompanied after.

Reina toed up to the edge of the drop that rolled into the dead riverbed and hummed, whistling a tune that matched the ribbed record stashed in the attic. She joined in, lips puckering as she whistled in time alongside her. Tapping her foot, she settled against the leaning tree and waited for Reina to get ready for the evening.

The dress slid on as easy as a second skin and Reina turned to her with a small smile, before twisting to show where the back of her dress sat opened. She laced up the ties with still aching hands and pulled it tight enough to hold and loose enough to breath. The cicadas screamed in her ears and the sun died out on the horizon, the world turning bruised and purple as she patted Reina's shoulder to let her know she was finished.

Her mother would have seen the heavy clouds and the swollen, violet sky and called the evening an omen. She would have grabbed her by the arm and hoisted her inside, away from the storm only her mother could see brewing. But when she looked up at the beginning of where stars peeked from behind the clouds, she thought about the twilight she could see in Reina's eyes. Where her mother had chased the dark and the night with candle and flame, she had found comfort in it, in the way the trill of crickets and the shadows reached out to hold her...

She mused the ribbon hanging off Reina's shoulder between her fingers. It was smooth, glossed, reflecting the light as she cradled it in her palm. Pulling away, Reina stretched her arms over her head and breathed, deep and long. The kind of comfortable sigh you let out when you rocked back into a chair that cradled your spine and soothed your shoulders in its slatted palms. Reina grinned at her and then twirled in her dress, hands coming up, giddy under her chin. She flapped them and spun again, and laughed. And the laugh crawled, infectious under her skin as she smiled. Her face pulled with it and her chest ached--not in the way it had at the foot of her mother's coffin, but in the way she knew she wouldn't be allowed to hold onto this, onto the way Reina looked like the world had slipped from her shoulders and the way the night dressed her. Her eyes pricked. She blinked away the foolish sting, forcing a breath through her teeth and a grin to her lips. Grabbing Reina's outstretched hand, they spun together.

She couldn't help but wonder what sight they made--

Her and her best friend twirling, the ribbons of the dress they had made together trailing behind Reina, their hands clasped in one anothers. Her face as the music that hummed past both their lips wove through her. She wondered if her father would be able to see the way she wanted to cup Reina's face in her hands. The way she wanted to press her forehead to Reina's and brush her thumbs over the warmth nestled under the smiling dimples of Reina's cheeks. She wondered how much he could--

Reina fell first, tumbling into the grass and she fell after her. Her world spun--from ground to sky to ground--and when she came to a stop she turned her face into Reina's leg beside her and muffled a laugh. Reina punctuated it with her own snorting chortle, the kind of dog-eared outburst that bumped from the chest like a cough and her heart clenched as she hid a grin against Reina's calf.

"Thank you," Reina said, low and against the dark. "For this."

The frogs answered first, in their trills and croaks and high creeks. She swallowed, tongue thick and useless where it sat. Her finger traced over the seam of Reina's shoe and when she smiled it wasn't wide or grand or aching--it was small. It was quiet. It was something she hid as she tucked into herself and let her hair fall across her cheeks and nose.

"I can make you another one."

"Another dress?" Reina asked.

She nodded and propped herself up, looking down at Reina still sprawled in the grass. The dress haloed her, fanned out like clothed moonlight and swathes of pale honey. Reina smiled and she wanted to press her fingertips to the corner of Reina's lips and brush her thumb over where her eyes scrunched up, cradle Reina's jaw like she'd seen her mother hold her father's.

Her palm stung.

She nodded again. "As many as you'd like."

#creative writing #writeblr #writers of tumblr #spilled ink #short fiction #prose #fiction #prompt fill #southern gothic #sort of #writing practice #writing #original work #lgbt+ fiction #lgbtqia writing #trans character #wlw character

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chaseelen · 2 years

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The blog is back!

Back to blogging!

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mostly-funnytwittertweets · 2 months

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#fan fiction #lgbt #ao3 fanfic #lgbtq #ao3 #lgbtqia #fanfiction #fanfic #twitter #meme #memes #tweets #tweet #funny #lol #humor

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porcelainnpines · 1 year

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putrid air

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sappho-ism · 1 year

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What fictional character are you completely convinced is a lesbian and nothing anyone can say will change your mind on that and why?

I want to know because I feel like lesbian head-canons are always pushed aside in fandom.

#lesbian #lesbian textpost #lesbian characters #fictional characters #lesbian character #lesbianism #wlw #lgbt #lgbtq #lesbian pride #sapphic #nblw #lgbtqa

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makingqueerhistory · 10 months

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I’m actually serious about this, if at all possible, right now is a very good time to request queer books from your local library. Whether they get them or not is not in your control, but it is so important to show that there is a desire for queer books. I will also say getting more queer books in libraries and supporting queer authors are pretty fantastic byproducts of any action.

This isn’t something everyone can do, but please do see if you are one of the people who has the privilege to engage in this form of activism, and if you are, leverage that privilege for all you’re worth.

For anyone who can’t think of a queer book to request, here is a little list of some queer books that I think are underrated and might not be in circulation even at larger libraries:

Refusing Compulsory Sexuality: A Black Asexual Lens on Our Sex-Obsessed Culture by Sherronda J. Brown

Silver Under Nightfall by Rin Chupeco

Harvard's Secret Court: The Savage 1920 Purge of Campus Homosexuals by William Wright

The Perks of Loving a Wallflower by Erica Ridley

God Themselves by Jae Nichelle

IRL by Tommy Pico

The Pink Line: Journeys Across the World's Queer Frontiers by Mark Gevisser

Passing Strange by Ellen Klages

The New Queer Conscience by Adam Eli

Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars: A Dangerous Trans Girl's Confabulous Memoir by Kai Cheng Thom

Queering the Tarot by Cassandra Snow

Wash Day Diaries by Jamila Rowser

Queer Magic: Lgbt+ Spirituality and Culture from Around the World by Tomás Prower

Before We Were Trans: A New History of Gender by Kit Heyam

Beyond the Pale by Elana Dykewomon

Hi Honey, I'm Homo! by Matt Baume

The Deep by Rivers Solomon

Homie: Poems by Danez Smith

The Secret Life of Church Ladies by Deesha Philyaw

The Companion by E.E. Ottoman

Kapaemahu by Dean Hamer, Joe Wilson, Hinaleimoana Wong-Kalu

Sacrament of Bodies by Romeo Oriogun

Witching Moon by Poppy Woods

Tell Me I'm Worthless by Alison Rumfitt

Dead Collections by Isaac Fellman

Disintegrate/Dissociate by Arielle Twist

Dear Senthuran: A Black Spirit Memoir by Akwaeke Emezi

Peaches and Honey by Imogen Markwell-Tweed

Nepantla: An Anthology Dedicated to Queer Poets of Color by Christopher Soto

#queer books #queer history #lgbt history #honestly #libraries are a massive resource in terms of preserving and uplifting marginalized narratives #and as a community #that has been so very excluded from both fictional and nonfictional narratives #this is a great way to reclaim and care for the stories that have been surpressed for so long

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klaroarms · 4 months

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I would like to inform anyone who doesn't know, that today 12/27 on X, we will be tweeting from 5pm to 7pm to trend the hashtags #BringSimuelBack and #JusticeForManuelFerro.

The reasons for this initiative are listed in this article which we invite you to read: