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jay-birds-fly · 2 years

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Graphic design is my passion and 80’s movies are my vice

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elikyncl9 · 5 days

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Fortnight is Regulus (Taylor) singing to/with James (Post) who's already married to Lily.

#“your wife waters flowers i wanna kill her”#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #fuck jkr #dead gay wizards from the 70s #mauraders #lgbtqia #lgbtq #james potter #regulus black #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #fortnight #post malone #lily evans #jily #jegulily

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friendly-neighborhood-furry · 2 months

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sometimes the state of the world makes me want to go outside and scream as loud as i can for help. sometimes it makes me want to crawl deep into a hole and never come back out again. sometimes it makes me want to fall to my knees and sob uncontrollably. sometimes it seems so hopeless that i cant see any better alternative other than just disappearing.

so much evil and destruction and suffering-- and for what?

what is it all for?

for the latest popular billionare to take a 13 minute flight? for the newest remake of a movie that changed my life to get turned into mindless sludge? for a never-before-seen species of animal to be discovered, then pronounced extinct the very next week? for millions of people to go broke for having cancer?

i tell my mother that i wont be able to afford a house. she says "no, you will." i tell my counselor that my government wants to kill me. she says "that's not true." i tell my teachers i don't see a point in doing well in school because i wont be able to get a job anyway, even if i have a college degree. they tell me "no, you'll get a job. school is still important." i email my senators begging them to stop funding the genocide in Palestine. i get a copy-pasted email back with a history lesson about why that wont happen. one million people died from COVID last Christmas and i'm the only one at my school still wearing a mask. my future as an artist was ripped from my hands in less than two years and pretty soon i wont be able to share anything about my art at all. i'm half mexican, but everybody says i'm "too white" to be a "real mexican". its been four years and i'm nowhere closer to understanding my gender identity than i was at the start. tumblr has been my only safe space for three years and now that KOSA might pass this week, where will i go?

and all the while, through all of this conflict-- people are still falling in love for the first time and rescuing kittens off the street and watching their children take their first steps and getting married and making fun little indie games and building elaborate cosplays of their favorite character and making the most heart-touchingly beautiful pieces of art you've ever seen and meeting lifelong friends and cooking amazingly delicious food and playing children's games and weaving baskets from pine needles and taking care of livestock and collecting little knick-knacks and having the best day of their lives and writing their first line of code and learning to play instruments and hatching baby birds and posting a 100K word thesis about a show they really like and uploading song covers for 19 people on Youtube to listen to and pushing the boundaries of what science can accomplish and discussing moral philosophies in the comment section of a Reddit post and feeling truly seen in the eyes of another human being for the first time in their lives and growing old surrounded by the people they love.

the future is uncertain, but the world will go on. the winds will still blow and the tides will still flow. people will continue to find joy in this hell and fight for it with everything they have.

so don't give up.

"don't give up," i tell myself.

"don't give up," i tell you.

"don't give up," i scream into the sky.

there is always something to keep going for. if you cannot find it in yourself, find it in others. find it in the people in your life and the people you see online. find it in the good of humanity you know to exist.

find it. keep fighting. don't give up.

#at the end of it all i do consider myself a poet #if this reaches even one person #and gives them the strength to keep going #i would consider it a success #tomothy rambles #serious post #gen z #capitalism #climate change #palestine #free palestine #lgbtqia+#queer #trans #vent #mental health #anxiety #depression

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nando161mando · 4 months

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im-secretly-a-frog · 4 months

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"May I love you?"

I whispered in your ear,

you didn't seem to hear.

"Can I love you?"

Is it even allowed?

It's so hard to say aloud.

"Please, my darling,"

I wrapped my arms around you,

I didn't know what else to do.

"Call me darling."

I look into your eyes,

I look past your disguise.

I love you.

Gently.

Fiercely.

wonderfully.

Darling, let me love you.

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mysidaesm · 6 months

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I am a fawn. I am a fae. I am the leaves in a thriving forest, the angry waters of the sea. I am the clouds, the burning stars above. I am warmth on cold nights. The moon to guide your way. I am ever changing, but always the same. I am rage and comfort, hatred and kindness. I am a warrior, a peacemaker. An anarchist, a pacifist. I am me, unashamedly me.

But for simplicities sake, I am nonbinary.

#lgbt #queer #trans #transgender #lgbtqia #lgbtq #transmasc #nb #nonbinary #non binary #poetry #poets on tumblr #poetic #queer rage #queer pride

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oatmilk-vampire · 4 months

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This morning I'm crying.

I received an email from my local library asking me if I would like to donate a copy of Tomorrow's Loss, my book.

I'm crying because, I may not be getting paid for them to purchase my book or for patrons to check out my book, but they'll be able to read it. For free.

I'm crying because trans kids will pick up this book and see themselves represented as a protagonist.

I'm crying because gay and even ace kids will see themselves represented as happy and falling in love despite the world crashing down around them.

I'm crying, and even laughing, because I finally did it; and in a red state no less.

This is the beginning for me.

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kiwifaery · 7 months

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‘someone will remember us / i say / even in another time’

- sappho fragment

#writeblr #spilled ink #writing #sapphic #sappho #sapphism #classic art #art #art detail #artwork #poem #poetic #poetry #writers and poets #wlw #wlw art #lgbtqia+

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rkmoon · 1 month

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Writeblr intro! (Let's do this right this time)

Hallo! I'm Revan. 25. A he/him enby. Living in the Philippines. AuHD. I'm a writer, (sometimes a) digital artist and microbiology student. I have a lot of writing projects (some of them fanfic but shhh) and I am flirting the idea of serializing them somewhere on the internet soon, so you may read them someday! Please don't feel scared to talk to me or tag me! I love talking. If you give me a chance I'll never shut up jhfbjhbfjbf

One of my goals is to be a prolific writer and if I start listing down what Im working on it'll be too much information haha so let me just say what projects are kind of close to finished right now.

(I write queer speculative fiction btw. If it ain't queer, I didn't write it lol)

My works

Project Shapeshift

Genre: Queer, Contemporary Drama

Length: ~30K (Could become longer)

Status: Draft 2 Ongoing

Tag: #projectshapeshift

Ariel Reyes hasn't been happy in a long time.

As a university drop-out working under a terrible boss, his life had been filled with work, work, and working even harder to please Gina, his live-in girlfriend. When Gina tells him she wants to move in a better apartment, he decides to find a second job to pay for it, even though he already felt drained to the bone. On a moment of weakness on the death anniversary of his mother, he prays to the agimat she had passed onto him for strength, only to wake up baffled in the morning, for he had gained the ability to turn into a woman.

One might think it would have be disturbing, but instead it was... refreshing.

And so it kickstarts Ariel's journey into finding their true self, rekindling old dreams, and turning his life around to grasp at their own definition of happiness.

Project Heartless

Genre: Queer, Dystopian Fantasy, Horror

Length: 118K

Status: Draft 3 - Waiting for Beta

Tag: #projectheartless

The Heartless are empty of morals– just as nonexistent as their heart.

That was what Rainier Sandoval had been taught at an early age. As an Inner City dweller, the barbarism in the Outer District, where the Heartless thrived, was hard to imagine. But when his own heart was stolen and crushed on his twenty-fifth birthday, he was exiled to that very place, forced to see for himself.

He had thought he was prepared, but the expectations were so horribly different from the reality. Conspiracies were afoot, and the more he stayed in Outer District, the more he realized he had been lied to his entire life.

The monsters he was taught to fear might be Angel City's only hope against threats lurking beyond its borders. In a twist of fate, they might also be Rainier's only hope against his own inner demons.

(I will be adding to this intro as new projects come up! :D)

#writeblr intro #wip intro #queer writing #writerscommunity #writing #writers and poets #lgbtqia #queer community #queer #pin

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the-concrete-sage · 14 days

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The need to be Authentically Me In a fake society Isn't just a possiblity But a High Necessity

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definitelynot3opossums · 6 months

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Joy to the Queers

There's laughing in the streets,

Sounds of good joy

Flags flow in the wind,

Music blasting in the open air

And to think,

That what got us here

Was Black trans women

And drag queens

After decades of hate,

We finally thrive

After decades of fear

We finally strive

Queer history is here,

And we will not hide

We will not sit and watch

The tides go by

Queer joy is important,

Maybe more than pride

Joy that we are here,

Joy that others are near

Joy that we can live

Not just survive

Joy that all of us

Can finally thrive

Joy to the Queers,

Ignoring the jeers

Joy to the Queers,

Well into their years

Sipping on beer

Joy to the Queers,

Who died

But were not forgotten

Joy to us all,

For making it this far

As we march in the streets,

People will hear us sing

No one can ignore,

The joy of a thousand Queers

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one-eye-crane · 2 months

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There’s a current that flows through us,

A thread that holds us together,

A connection that runs from me to you.

You’re in my thoughts at every moment,

It’s a sweet sort of pain that brings me but,

You know me like a book you've read a thousand times,

Able to recite my every line,

You know my every part and every move.

But I find that even the vibrations we create fall into harmony,

The bones beneath our flesh sing the same sweet melody,

The synchrony of lives is bound by love,

A bond so eternal it shall outlive us.

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w1tchytr1als · 2 months

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When I tell Jesus I’m eating Oranges, He Understands-

That it means the bones in my wrists are getting less prominent.

That the soft scent of citrus is lingering on my jacket.

He looks at me and laments every time I denied myself the simple pleasure of juice

Running across the lines of my palm;

The peel and rind turned into candy.

In the morning, I will crave clementines and

I won’t shake when my nails puncture the vibrant outer peel.

Noon rolls over and I eat an orange.

Night falls and my wrists still smell like citrus.

Night falls and we play the game where I turn good news into confessions;

And I tell you less about the act of eating an orange and more about

How I thought you would love me more if my breath didn’t smell like fruit.

But tonight I want to go buy a small bag of them,

Turn the netting into jewelry and fill

My body with tangerines that look like setting suns.

When I tell Jesus I’m eating oranges, he understands

Why this lent I will give up nothing,

And declare God as the smell of citrus

still lingering under my nails.

#lgbtqia #lgbtq #lgbt #queer #queer poetry #poetry #poem #poems #words words words #nonbinary poet #queer christian #queer pagan #ed recovery #eating disorder recovery #recovery #orange

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mossygrove333 · 1 month

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pomegranate seeds

I’ve never eaten a pomegranate. I’ve never had someone take the time to peel me one. Never had someone gentle enough to crack one open, peel back its juicy layers and feed me the seeds of their labor. I never had someone who would show me how. Show me how to prep a pomegranate. I never tasted its juices, never felt the crunch of its seeds, never ate its flesh off the trees. I’ve never eaten a pomegranate. I wish I knew someone gentle enough to peel me one while adorning white.

⠀:¨ ·.· ¨:⠀ ⠀ `· . ୨୧⠀

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nrvscig · 24 days

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abt me !

helloo tumblr ppl ! i'm cig, but you can call me any variation of it/any nickname you come up with. my interests (atm, cuz it changes a lot) are the following:

- marauders

- maze runner

- dead poets society

- rocky horror picture show

- the 70's

- led zeppelin

- music in general (mostly alt, rock, metal, indie, postpunk, folk and grunge tho)

- classic literature

facts about yours-truly:

- i'm a minor, but pls don't interact if you're under 14 or over 25

- my pronouns are he/him but idm anything but she/her

- my mains are wolfstar, jegulus, rosekiller, drarry, newtmas, steddie, byler, solangelo and valgrace

- i'm a sirius kin, and i do have my james thank you very much

- i'm brazilian and armenian (tho i cant rlly speak armenian 💔)

- my favorite bands are led zeppelin and car seat headrest and my favorite singer is noah kahan

- my fav fics are crimson rivers and a black mass over highway ninety

- (for the astrology ppl) i am a pisces sun with a leo moon and scorpio rising and my birthday is on march 18

- my MBTI is ISTP

ok thats all thanks for reading ilyall 💋

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aughtpunk · 8 months

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I've been meaning to ask for a while, how is your writing going? Did you find a publisher for Echo of the Larkspur? Any other major stories you've worked on?

Oh boy, I've been sitting on this ask for awhile.

For those new to my Tumblr I've been working on a novel called 'Echo of the Larkspur' for many a year now. While I wrote it ages ago I've spent so much longer trying to get it traditionally published. I've sent out countless queries to agents and publishers only to get nothing back. The biggest feedback I ever received was when a published author told me to take out the queer romance to "make it normal" because it was "too confusing" for a general audience.

Well, fuck that.

After a long discussion with my editor I've decided to give up trying to get Larkspur traditionally published for good. Instead I'm now getting ready to have Echo of the Larkspur self published because my fans have waited long enough for this novel. But in order to make sure the novel is the best it can be I'm doing a fundraiser on GoFundMe to cover the cost of a professional editor, a cover artist, lettering, and hopefully some money left over for advertisement.

You can find the GoFundMe here! If you can't donate then please share the link across the socials and discord!

Also if you want to check out what else I've been working on you can find my Midwife Fable Collection on Amazon here!

Thank you everyone who's supported me over the years. I wouldn't be where I am without you all.

#Echo of the Larkspur #Welcome to Cyber Vale #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #writerscommunity #queer #lgbtqia #sci fi #science fiction #romance #robots #indie author #self publishing #gofundme #donations

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