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pinkapplejam · 2 months
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Five years ago I drew the protags Ian and Cortland from BREAKS, which is an acclaimed romance/drama/YA/LGBTQ+ comic by local creator and artist pal Emma Viceli, and author Malin Ryden! Now Orbit Books have picked up the series and are publishing the book trilogy!! Book 1 is out NOW, with books 2 and 3 to follow shortly. I am elated for the creators who have worked EXTREMELY HARD over the past decade to write, draw and publish this comic for us all to read. Sharing this to urge you to support the release of this work! <3
If you are near Cambridge on Saturday March 2nd, there is going to be a book launch party at Niche Comics Bookshop in Huntingdon! Please click on this link, which is a post from Emma, asking to book places to help gauge attendance. Hope to see you there too! <3
https://www.facebook.com/emmaviecelicomics/posts/pfbid0eCRaFKFnhTU3J9fZY5d1fprhFZ5BVDSghfcz6XX6dedCCKUQYyqEETBRr2GWBdsHl
About BREAKS:
>> Two young men discovering who they were, who they are... and who they're going to be. Mistakes of the past meet ambitions for the future in a school-ground battlefield of ego, consequence and toxic masculinity. As a chain of events years in the making is slowly revealed and reckoned with, will what Cortland Hunt and Ian Tanner find in each other be enough to help them through the storm to come?
** NOTE: this series is recommended for ages 16+ **
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claudiamoon777 · 1 year
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Part Two of my writing prompt story!
When Isabelle and I first met, it felt like I could do anything, as long as she was near. When I first looked at her, I noticed several things: her hair was very poofy and bounced when she laughed, she wore bold red lipstick (a blood red, not the bright red that a middle aged receptionist wears to call herself fun), and as she walked over she laughed. It was a big, light up the room laugh. She was enchanting. 
“Can I buy you a drink?” Isabelle smirked as she approached the bar.
I half scoffed, half laughed, “you’re very forward”
“I’ll buy her another, and I’ll have one myself” She was now addressing the bartender, “and another round for everyone on me” 
She then turned back to me, and I could notice more things. Her very tight black shirt, matte not glossy, her baggy jeans, also black. But her very poofy hair was even more hypnotising up close. 
“What’s the occasion?” I asked as the bartender slid another mojito my way. 
“My dad just died,” She smiled.
I choked on my newly bought mojito and managed to cough out a, “Sorry for your loss.”
“I’m not” She laughed, and again her hair bounced, “do you wanna dance?”
6 years later and I’m sobbing into a far-too-fancy couch to soak up my tears. 
I sniffled and checked the time: 8:41. 
I feel tempted to scream until my throat is red-raw but I have things to do and unfortunate places to be. 
I managed to land a job interview at 9:30 this morning, for a psychologist job. 
“That’s good news!” Marie beamed when I told her. 
I’m honestly too tired to tell if it’s genuine happiness or an act because I am now pathetic. I am also: overly jetlagged, heartbroken, and now very insecure about the bad dye job I impulsively decided to do. 
So, I’ve no time to analyse Marie.
Am I prepared for this? I always default to this question. “Am I prepared for this?” Was something I asked myself before schlepping coffee to pay for a psych degree, it was also something I asked when I moved out, it was again something I asked myself when I got engaged. 
I find it rarely helps. I’m going to have to go to this interview anyway, and I’m going to have to figure out how not to look like an unprofessional lunatic with patchy hair. 
I shove my box-dyed monstrosity in a bun and claw clip and convince myself that it’s fine.
It’s going to have to do anyway because I need to go. 
I’ve always hated living out of suitcases. I had to do it for about a month before we got a house in Spain. I had to do it when I was 11 and my parents moved. And now, I am digging through this stupid suitcase trying to find my green blouse and navy pants. 
I swear I’d packed them near the top because I’d need them sooner. Which brings me to my absolute hatred for living out of suitcases - you have to plan! Plan for the weather, if it’s hot put coats down the bottom. And I am not a planner. I’ve found the pants, thank god or anyone else who knew I needed to find them. And so all I have to rely on is the ability to scan for my perfect, professional, pressed, sage green blouse. 
9:13
I really need to go, so now I’m digging as fast as I can through these 2 suitcases until I find it. In a glimpse of what has to be millions of different black and white and blue socks, there it is. A satin, sage green blouse, no longer pressed or perfect but professional enough for someone who has given up.
Note: This does not yet have a title but I will 100% accept any ideas!
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bisexualgoddess1031 · 6 months
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New to the realtor business Edward Baton buys up a cul-de-sac of old houses circa 1950's with only a few minor repairs needed. He's enthusiastic with his new career choice, much more exciting than working behind a desk. His determination to update and sell is interrupted by a tenant that refuses to leave. Despite his best efforts it's harder to evict someone when they're dead.
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screaming-opposum · 2 years
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× 𝙕𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙚 ×
He got closer to the other, laying down on the cold ground, it was a mess, dust was setting low and a car allarm was ringing far away, he still had a sharp pain in his temple from the explosion but right now his priority was the man laying on the road, his man...
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Everything was so loud but so quiet, it was like being underwater, his body hurted but it was quickly numbing, the taste of metal was in his mouth and he knew it was from the blood, now running down his chin, he often tough of how it would had end, he didnt expect it like this, but no one ever does right? He was happy he got to see his love a last time, many people with their job didn't get the chance... He looked at the other, wasn't really able to understand what he was saying, but he was crying, maybe screaming his name. He touched lightly his wrist, finger growing heavy, and smile at him, like he did many times, many nights, on the school roof or the dormitory bed, watching some stupid movie...He wished they would have seen more stupid things togheter, did so much more...
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His touch was cold and sended a shiver down the boy spine, he couldn't bare the sight of his lover dying while he couldn't do anything about it, yet, he was smiling, even when dying, the other was the one comforting him, after all, once you're gone its over, the pain isnt there anymore, the one to suffer are the one to remain... He focused again on him, he was trying to say something
"Hey... Remember when we were watching-... The walking dead? A... And you asked me if i would eat you... If i were a zombie"
He couldnt help but smile, even with tears rolling down his cheek
"Yes... Yes i remember. You never answered me. You said it was a dumb question"
He tried to sound happy at the memory even if his breath was fast and broke from hiccups of sorrow... And then he smiledAnd his whole world was a bit brighter
"If i were a zombie...i would never eat your brain... I just want your heart...its all i ever wanted"
He didn't had time to respond... One moment before he was looking into his tired eyes, the other they were close... He hold his body tight, someone tried to pull him away but he didn't realize, didn't let go, the last thing he remembered, was the fainting echo of his scream, tearing his heart out in the silent street
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lgbtq-archives · 4 days
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koripride · 3 months
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🌈✨ Throwback to when I accidentally wore mismatched shoes to a pride parade! 😂 Stepping out of the closet in STYLE! 🎉👠 #FunnyFashionFails #ProudToBeMe #LGBTQStories
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moonshroomwho · 2 years
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hey guys… it’s canvas week on Webtoon which means free coins for Webtoon if you read some comics on canvas webtoons soooo mine is on there and you should totally read mine (Witch Haven)c: P.s. The linktree for places to donate too and to easily find my webtoon, also my username is MoonShroomWho on webtoon /: #webtoon #webtoons #webtooncanvas #lgbt #lgbtqia #lgbtqstories #lgbtqstory #gaycomics #drama #comic #art #artistsoninstagram #digitalart #sketch #sketches #comicart #procreate #procreateart https://www.instagram.com/p/CcMmCHxuGbN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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lgbtq-writer · 3 years
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NEW BOOK OUT NOW!
To Death, justice and revenge look the same.
For centuries the Kingdom of Rosa has prided itself as a place where nature and the arts are nurtured and celebrated. The people who live there are known to be talented and ambitious and Iseul Hann is no exception. Despite her young age, her immense musical talent had granted her a position in the royal orchestra, and being promised to the love of her life has left her with nothing else to wish for.
That is until one night everything is taken away from her. Alone and defeated she ends up in a different Kingdom living a life she doesn't want. With nothing left to lose, when her path crosses with a man that Kings and Queens tremble before, Iseul asks for the only thing he can give her. Closure.
NEW CHAPTER EVERY SATURDAY AND WEDNESDAY
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ashmoleanmuseum · 3 years
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Happy Pride month, one and all! 🏳️‍🌈⁠
⁠This Pride Progress flag is made with a selection of works from our collection in celebration of LGBTQ+ life here in Oxfordshire and around the world.⁠
Pride month serves to advocate for LGBTQ+ rights, and celebrates and highlight the history and achievements of LGBTQ+ communities worldwide. It falls in June to commemorate the Stonewall riots, which occurred in the United States in 1969.⁠
If you want to learn more about the LGBTQ+ stories represented in our collections, you can find the 'Out in Oxford' Trail, as well as a number of articles and stories on the 'stories' section of our website.⁠ Find out more via the link in our bio.⁠
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kinaiya-l · 5 years
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Decided to just post the whole picture... Since I'll be using it as a cover. #traditionaldrawing #traditionalart #traditionalcolor #coloredpencils #coloredpens #inkpen #ALIGNStory #ALIGN #lgbtqStory #lgbtq #timetravelingstory #romance #wlw #GxG #GL https://www.instagram.com/p/BwTQm-IlMd5/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=oibbb21bm64j
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rainbowink · 3 years
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They say we shouldn’t exist
The wind was very cold and I couldn’t help but wonder if being outside was a wise choice but before I could get up,  The sound of the water flowing hit my ears. It felt almost worth getting a cold.
Another shiver passed through me as I tied my hair back. “Are you cold?” I turned to look at the person next to me.  “We can go back if you are cold.”
Her otherwise dark hair appeared to have developed a golden brown tinge like strayed afterthoughts. I almost raised my hand to check if they were real or just another part of my imagination. She raised her hand, her red nail polish shining brightly next to the glaring sun, and tucked her hair behind her ear.
Her voice blended perfectly with the scenery, almost as if it was the wind that was passing by on that calm day. The voice touched my face gently, whispered in my ear and then blew away into oblivion.
“You know,” I said, voice merely loud enough so she could hear. “They say we aren’t real.”
“What?”
“People..They say we aren’t real. What we are doing is wrong and shouldn’t exist.”
She didn’t say anything for a while. I wondered if she heard me. She scooted closer to me, making the sand gather around her ankles. Her hand came forward to hold mine and I blinked in confusion but didn’t say anything. I trusted her.
“Do you feel this?” She said as her thumb traced my palm slowly. I felt the warmth of her hand against my cold one and nodded, afraid that my voice might just betray me by cracking.
“What about..” She leaned forward and hugged me. I felt her heartbeat. “Do you feel this?”
“I do,” I whispered.
“And,” She let go of me and looked into my eyes. I could see all the details I never noticed about her, like the brown that circled her eyes just rightly so. They weren’t brown... they were everything beautiful.
“Do you feel how much I love you and how much you mean to me?”
I gulped and nodded. A warm feeling spread throughout my body, enough to make me forget about the cold. All that I felt was... her. “I feel it.”
And then she smiled. The smile that made her eyes crinkle at the end. “Good.”
“You see,” She shifted away and I couldn’t help but just stare at her as she moved away with her warmth. “At one time, the day will end and the moment will end. We will have to go back to our normal lives. But,”
I waited as she turned towards me again. “No matter what, we will always have this. You will always feel and so, we will always exist.”
I didn’t know what to say apart from the fact that I knew they were wrong. This wasn’t a wrong that felt right or the night that felt like sin. This was us, in daylight, with feelings like everyone else. We were right and they weren’t. And so, I smiled.
“We will always exist.”
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marry-me-malfoy · 3 years
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Legendary Tumblr story #tumblr #legendarytumblr #cutestories #tumblrstories #tumblrpost #lesbians #marriage #lgbtq #lgbtqstories https://www.instagram.com/p/CLPqyBNprhI/?igshid=rbzmfvyb11w
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bisexualgoddess1031 · 4 years
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Launch day!!! it's OUT!!!! You can read my apocolyptic short story Edge of The Bluffs one of my FAV stories I've written! #writers #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #indie #indieauthors #indieauthorsofinstagram #anthology #launchday #bookstagram #books #shortstories #shortstorywriter #apocolypse #lgbtqstory #multigenre https://www.instagram.com/p/CGYI_NTnqit/?igshid=1bvjkijwjz4h6
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A brave trans woman from Malaysia shares her story. • This is a #Repost from @whereloveisillegal ・・・ “The First time my experience arrested by police in Kuala Lumpur, I stay in lock up for 2 weeks I was raped by the Inmates. I Told the police about my case but the police didn't anything.” Erina is a #transgender woman from #Malaysia. She has been arrested twice because of her gender identity. The second time she was arrested it was not prisoners who abused her, but the authorities. “The religious authority ask me to change my clothes in Front of them. Syariah Law charge rm1000 for trans woman who is waring women's clothes.” - Read Erina’s story shared with the #WhereLoveIsIllegal campaign, a platform for #LGBT stories of survival, at the link in our profile. At the link you can also see how to share your own experience of #discrimination and #survival and how you can support. Photo by @Hammond_Robin / @noorimages. This is a @witness_changeproject. For more stories of survival follow @WhereLoveIsIllegal #loveislove #Transgender #TransWoman #LGBTQStory #TransStory https://www.instagram.com/p/BsZcjG9hbPv/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1hauu6mweu3fu
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review - we play ourselves
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4/5 Stars Pub Date: Feb 9, 2021 2021 Goodreads Goal: 22/150
Thank you so much to NetGalley and Random House for this advanced review copy.
After an incident in New York expels her from the theatre world, Cass is ready to reset in LA. A late night drink with a magnetic neighbour gives her an opportunity to become someone else, Cath. 
As Cath she gets to be a gentler version of herself, working on a film deemed “a feminist Fight Club for girls.” She uses this new mask to shield and rebuild herself without the baggage of the disaster she’s left behind. Is this her opportunity to get her career back?
Nothing is what it seems and her self-indulgences and self-involvement ultimately leaves her naïve to what is happening on the periphery of her existence. We’re all depressed and broken and fucked up in our own ways.
I think ultimately this is a story of redemption and compassion and I enjoyed it very much.
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kevynm · 4 years
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#BACKUPPLAN Check out my first short story I did featuring @kingrobertgraves filmed and edited by @antarbushmswmph on my @youtube now! #shortstories #webseries #mommazboitv #backupplan #kevynm #kyngkevyn #lgbtqstories #reltionships #drama #skits #phillytalent https://www.instagram.com/p/CCtBu8Vp_tP/?igshid=n16fkaambiy7
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