#men have emotions too

[theodorecanaryhood]

Will you still love me, tomorrow?

Jason Todd x Male! Reader

Warning: swearing and hints at depression

The Gotham rain hammered down so hard it ricocheted off the ground, the lights from the street lamps were blurry from the force.

Red Hood was hitting with rage tonight as he didn’t want to feel anything, he was trying so desperately to numb himself of pain, anger, sadness and anything really. Jason couldn’t handle himself. He couldn’t handle the pain.

‘How was patrol?’ You asked sleepily as Jason crawled into bed next to you, in nothing but his underwear.

‘Was fine, go back to sleep sweetness’ Jason smiled, his body aching and his heart pounding, his thoughts going at 100MPH, he didn’t focus on that.

He just focused on you laying next to him, falling back to sleep as you moved slightly closer to Jason’s form. Pressing yourself against him. Jason could just tear up from the love, he felt like he’d won the lottery everyday with you.

Four years ago, Jason was in a rut as he found himself very single and deeply unhappy about it, patrol, sleep, work and repeat.

‘Hey Jason, this is my friend y/n’ Dick said as he walked over to Jason at the coffee house. Jason saw you and was instantly smitten.

You were too but didn’t let on as Dick was your friend and you didn’t want to tell him right away you had a thing for his younger brother.

Jason was happy once you both pursued the relationship and he was out of the rut, but he found himself so deeply in love his emotions fell out of control.

‘So, what shall we do today?’ You asked, the sun was out and it was warm out for a change as Gotham rarely saw a nice summers day.

Jason sat watching you, still sore from his patrol last night, just watching contently as you put your T-shirt on over your head. Jason watched as you stretched your arms up over your head and saw as your toned body moved.

‘You keep doing that we won’t leave the bedroom’ Jason chuckled, you winked and leant down to kiss Jason’s head as he remained seated.

‘Cute, but we should get up and do something, let’s make the most of the hot days while we have them’ you said as you walked out the bedroom.

Walking down the street hand in hand, Jason was grateful your love language is touch, considering how touch starved he is.

‘Oh, that’s the bookstore you wanted to try’ you suggested as you both went in.

The aisles filled with different genres, horror, Science fiction, drama, fantasy…there wasn’t a single story left behind.

Jason kept drifting off in his head and not being able to focus, he couldn’t think on one thing, not without something else getting in the way.

Jason heard your laugh which was music to his ears, always. Until he looked over and saw you were talking to another guy and you were both laughing with each other. Jason suddenly saw red and walked over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

‘This guy bothering you babe?’ Jason asked as you shook your head, still laughing.

‘No, this is Mike, me and him were just talking about the irony of the new comic book that is coming out next week’ you explained as Mike nodded.

‘Didn’t know you had a friend called Mike’ Jason brought up, holding you tighter.

‘I don’t, we just met’

‘Yeah, we both like the comic series Chance and the Cloud’ Mike said, giving a look as he watched Jason hold you against him.

You looked up at Jason who towered over you with ease, who was staring down this new Mike character.

‘Jay? You ok?’ You asked with concern as Jason kept his eyes on Mike.

‘I think we should go’ Jason barked, walking out and grabbing your hand. Dragging you behind him.

As Jason got outside and the air hit him in the face he began to calm down, you walking quicker behind him to keep up with your tall boyfriend.

‘What was that about?’ You asked, finally catching up with Jason.

‘Forget about it’ Jason carried on walking as you grabbed his arm, getting his attention.

‘Jason?’ You looked in his eyes, hoping he’d tell you why he acted like that.

Truth be told, you weren’t a stranger to the fact that Jason is protective and possessive of you. He wants everyone to know your his, and only his. But he’s never done that before.

Neither of you spoke the walk back home, mostly because Jason was still angry and you were trying to make sense of the situation.

You shut the door to yours and Jason’s shared apartment, Jason walking straight to the fridge and grabbing two beers. Handing you one once he’d opened them both.

‘So, we gonna talk about what happened back there?’ You asked almost as a suggestion, Jason looked at you and rolled his eyes.

‘What can I say? You’re mine’ Jason looked back in the fridge taking out the leftovers from the night before.

‘No, don’t ignore the situation. Why did you pull me out of there? Why were you staring that guy down?’ Jason shut the fridge door and turned his body to you fully.

‘I hate that other men look at you, I hate that I have to feel like someone better will come along and take you’ Jason raised his voice slightly, not to the point where he was shouting, but enough that you could see and argument was gonna start.

‘The hell? Christ Jay, a guy in a bookstore likes the same comic as me is that really what you’re mad about?’ You almost laughed, watching as Jason walked out the room.

‘Jason, don’t you dare walk away from me’ you called out as you ran after him.

‘Y/n’ Jason muttered under his breath as you caught up to him.

‘I am talking to you’ you said as you reached your boyfriend.

‘Just let me fucking breath’ Jason screamed as he walked into the bedroom and shut the door.

You stood in the hallway not knowing what to do, you guys had arguments or disagreements before. But Jason had never raised his voice, not to you, and not like that.

The kitchen table was big and empty when sitting alone, blurry chairs as your eyes filled up with water. Tears never falling, but sitting there on the edge, tears threatening to fall.

It had been an hour as you sat and stared and thought over and over, Jason’s voice in your head. A level you had never received before today.

Jason appeared in the dining room as you looked at him, eyebrow slightly raised at him. Jason didn’t smile, speak or even move from where he was. He just looked at you.

‘You ready to talk?’ You asked as Jason nodded and walked closer to you, you swivelled in your seat to face him, as Jason stood over you.

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to shout at you baby. I never did, I’m so sorry’ Jason apologised as he took your hand in his, slight fear and panic detected in his voice.

‘What happened?’ You asked, a simple question that needed no detail to it. Jason knew exactly what you needed to know.

‘Why? Why are with me? Why do you love me? I’m such a loser, I can’t do anything right and I’m not worth anything from you. You’re so much better than me’ Jason blurted out. Tears in his eyes as he let them fall.

Your throat jumped as your body shivered at Jason’s words, you felt an overwhelming amount of pressure on your body as you suddenly began to hold back tears.

‘I look at you and just don’t understand what you’re doing here. Why do you care about me? I don’t get it, you’re so special’ Jason continued as you didn’t hold the tears anymore and let them flow out of you like a waterfall.

You cried so hard that Jason got scared at your reaction, he still held your hand. Not moving as he was trying not to breakdown more.

‘Jason, what the fuck are you talking about? I love you so much because I want to, I fell in love with my best friend and it was the best thing that ever happened to me, don’t you dare ever stand there and talk about yourself like that. You’re not a loser, you’re not worthless. You’re worth so much’ you said, standing up and hugging Jason.

Jason wrapped his arms around you as he kissed your head, you soaked his shirt as you let the tears flow.

Jason had this problem for a while but never addressed it, his emotions went down and out of control sometime ago. He didn’t even know where to start with it.

‘I love you so much Jason, you’re my best friend and the love of my life. Please don’t forget that. And please don’t ever forget you deserve to be loved’ you placed your hand in Jason’s face, as he leant down and kissed you.

You remained in the kiss for a few minutes, a kiss that was mixed with your tears. Then Jason’s tears began to fall.

‘I’m so sorry’ Jason apologised, placing his hands around your neck as he pulled your head to his. Foreheads resting together.

‘Don’t apologise Jay, please don’t ever apologise to me. Please just know you are amazing and that I love you’

Jason smiled as he kissed you again while moving his hands down to your waist, holding you in place.

‘I love you too, I love you so much’ Jason breathed out as he parted the kiss.

You wiped his tears away with your thumbs, as Jason did the same to you. You both just stayed in place, holding each other. Whispering sweet words to each other every so often.

If Jason asked if you would still love him tomorrow, you would of course say yes…and the days to follow for as long as your heart beat.

#red hood #gotham #red hood fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd #jason todd x male reader #red hood x male reader #men have emotions too

[besoakedinprayer-blog]

#jesus christ #Jesus #teenagers #teenage boys #men have emotions too #be soaked in prayer #GOD #Holy Spirit #martin luther king jr #aurelia green #JLW

[strrwbrrryjam]

"we need more complex female characters," you guys can't handle molly o'shea, mary gillis, abigail roberts, sadie adler, tilly jackson, marybeth gaskill, karen jones or susan grimshaw.

#karen tilly and marybeth dont get it as much people are usually quite kind or just completely forget about them #but they are included too. with susan molly mary sadie or abigail they get the worst treatment #being called either a bitch whiny mean asking too much emotional etc #i can understand why people can't handle susan. sometimes i can't handle susan #when i see her sometimes interact with the girls or remember the fact that she killed molly i'm genuinely disgusted but she's more than tha #there are layers to her. she's like dutch yet people still like him and try their damnedest to defend him #people might be surprised by sadie being included too but god the hate that she gets from mostly men for being 'overconfident' is insane #you have complex female characters yet you refuse to either give them a thought or completely disregard them as one negative quality #and refuse to recognize that they are just as complex as the men in this game #treat them as such #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 molly o'shea #molly o'shea #rdr2 susan grimshaw #susan grimshaw #rdr2 sadie adler #sadie adler #rdr2 abigail roberts #abigail roberts #rdr2 mary gillis #mary gillis #rdr2 tilly jackson #tilly jackson #rdr2 karen jones #karen jones #rdr2 mary beth gaskill #mary beth gaskill #rdr2 van der linde gang #van der linde gang

[misc-obeyme]

This stupid event making me feel things while also being wayyy too cheesy and over the top. Ah there were some absolute gems though. Screenshots below the cut because spoilers.

Okay I just can’t with some of these idiots.

MC being the one to bring Satan home after he gets angry and runs away 😭

Diavolo always having to be in Prince mode except when he’s with MC 😭

Bonus because MC asks him if he thought Barbatos noticed when he snuck away with MC. I just think it’s cute that he’s so delusional 🥹

MC being the only one who sees this guy’s struggle (or who he allows to see it) 😭

NOOOOOO MY HEART. MC reminding Solomon of his humanity I’m unwell 😭😭

And now for the best one because of course I lost my mind when Barbatos brought MC to his own room. I know Lucifer did too but Barb did it first!

YEAH 'cause I'm expecting you to tell me you love me!!

Look at how serious he gets...

... and then that sweet subtle smile...

HE KEEPS THE SHELF A SECRET. 😭😭😭

Excuse me I’m just gonna go pass away now. 🪦

These feelings are enough for me to overlook those doofy hats even. Why do they insist on hats they look so silly no matter who wears them.

#hauled my ass out of bed just so I could post this #because I hit the 10 image limit for mobile #but I wasn’t gonna be stopped #you got all the Barb screenshots #my heart can’t take it #anyway don’t mind me #I’m just having too many emotions about fictional men again #late night nonsense posting #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me event #obey me spoilers #obey me satan #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #misc rambles

[thevulturesquadron]

And another thing about Rogue x Magneto (feels like the old man screaming to the skies)! Another reason why, in the past few years, they’ve grown on me is their personalities dynamic. Besides how mature they are when they acknowledge one another, they kinda just balance each other so well.

Rogue is an atom bomb. She knows what's missing, but she never lets her pain and her craving for a normal life take her down. She knows she has one life and nothing can stop her from living it, even if she has to punch her way to happiness. Magneto is solemn, always burdened by his past, his pain, his ideals. There isn't a single part of him that exists just for himself. He carries the weight of responsibility, both as a survivor and as a powerful mutant whose abilities are channeled either towards destruction or creation.

And in the face of all of that Rogue is a constant reminder to live. She doesn’t tell him how to do it, doesn’t preach it or show him. She just does it, every day. And when it's in his presence it’s just impossible for him not to feel it. We see that in the comics. We see it in the unconditional, open love he has for her. We see it in the way he is pursuing her or the reasoning behind him pushing her away. We see it even when they're arguing, even when they're saying goodbye, in the way he values her happiness outside of himself. I adore how utterly in love he is with her because her sheer will to feel alive is magnetic (pun intended). On her end, in all of the arcs/stories where they are around each other, it feels like Rogue is empowered to be herself, to own her opinions and thoughts. She actually gets the space to own her mistakes, most importantly, in a way that is not syphoned through his presence in her life (which hurts my romy heart because it’s one of the biggest flaws in their relationship - or at least the way it’s been written and rewritten).

Rogue is volatile and full of life. Magneto is grounded by his troubles and responsibilities, real or self-imposed.

He says ‘the world is bigger than any one of us.’ And she answers ‘the world is each and every one of us’. And that’s that.

#rogue #magneto #rogneto #rogueneto #erik lehnsherr #anna marie #x men #x men 97 #x men ‘97 #marvel #comics #mostly comics #I have too many emotions #still can’t believe we got their relationship explored on screen #would have never hoped for it #still navigating all these feels

[atqh16]

I think one of the thing that annoys me the most about Sakura (and this comes from someone who loves her) is how much she forces her ‘love’ onto Sasuke. She confesses her love over and over despite Sasuke making it clear everytime that he’s not interested. Refuses to accept no. Willing to throw away her morals and ideals for him without even bothering to understand what his are. Uses other peoples pity to basically pressure him into accepting her feelings (I love Kakashi but will forever hate him trying to shame Sasuke for not returning Sakura’s feelings)

She makes it all about her. We’re never even made to understand WHY she loves him. Seriously. Google this. No one knows. It’s embarrassing. It’s sad. But most of all it’s infuriating because at the end of the day she has no respect for Sasuke and his own feelings!

NO MEANS NO! Why does that suddenly not apply to men??? Why???

#naruto #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #mine #anti sasusaku #seriously #have more respect for men #they’re emotions are valid too

[craycraybluejay]

yeah yeah you hate me I'm an evil disgusting perverted manwhore we have each other blocked everywhere blah blah but I know you still jerk off to me and I know it makes you hate yourself a bit because you don't have the strength to accept the darker parts of your desire. but you can't help yourself and I take pleasure in the knowledge.

#this pussy makes homosexual men hate themselves !! #this tdick makes you want to kill yourself !! #this wretched and desirous personality has captivated you so !! #pussy change your life like im god~ they always fall in love not my fault~ #im never pickin up when they call~ #<- song lyrics #you want to fuck me so bad it makes you act stupid !! #im genuinely not mad people are generally going to end up hating themselves too much to be chill #but i am having a wild laugh bc this mf who told me i'm a gross freak also told me that he has sex dreams about me regularly #like yeah ok faggot #watch this loser text me in like a year apologizing for being a judgy little bitch begging me to respond LMFAO #thank u next hoe !! #idk its extra liberating to not only decide to be more choosy but also to know they obsessed #how's the vanilla boyfriend taste? can he get you off 7 times in a row? does he make you feel free and hedonistic? #anyway yeah im just being mean here bc its a mood boost i would not say this shit to anyone lmao #trust me bro i am literally the last person to cross the line when i get emotional (usually excited sometimes angry or horny) #ok no im a little prone to excitedly infodumping for 8 hrs but i try not to offend people #making enemies for no reason is a terrible idea

[mean-vampyre]

riverdale ep1 when veronica arrives at the dinner and says "i'm breakfast at tiffany's but this place is strictly in cold blood" and archie laughs like he gets the joke but betty looks at him like this

it's because she knows he doesn't know who truman capote is, he can't even read

#riverdale #she looks so offended #that emotion when men have the audacity #i'm still on the conspiracy board that archie can't read #he never learned and everything he did he forgot after too many football slash war concussions #anyway doing a rewatch by chance while editing this new video

[thefisherqueen]

And so, my dear Watson, we have ended by turning the dancing men to good when they have so often been the agents of evil, and I think that I have fulfilled my promise of giving you something unusual for your note-book. Three-forty is our train, and I fancy we should be back in Baker Street for dinner.”

I hope these two will have a really nice post-case dinner :)

#letters from watson #sherlock holmes #the dancing men #I'm too attached I'm getting emotional over them having dinner

[janpawlak]

Nach meinem Dafürhalten war diese ... diese Sache zwischen [dir und Maik] damals nicht gesund.

#tatortedit #tatort #tatort berlin #nalle #moonstark #isalabells #c: robert karow #f: das opfer #l: berlin #*edit #these gifs needed to be exactly this big yes #and this slow bc we all need to study the microexpressions #anyways i have a Whole Essay in my brain about how karow has been continuously seen as a callous sociopath #when especially his emotions and actions towards the men he cares about / that matter to him show how clearly not true it is #(and rubin is also included in there as a person. duh.) #and for karow to outright say that the love he felt as a boy for another boy was the most sincere and healthy thing he ever felt .... #IT MATTERS #anways robert karow character of the last decade and this one too

[skrunksthatwunk]

you go to a lesbian blog and find it says women only!! no men allowed!!! and go oh! excuse me, um, what about other lesbians? plenty of lesbians are genderqueer... and they go well, okay, go fuck yourself tim chop off your sweaty dick and stop calling yourself a lesbian. you do not have a dick, actually. you think about that fact often, even though it does you no good. you do not tell this person that.

you go to another lesbian blog and it says women only and you try again, and this time they change it to wlw + nblw only (non-men who love non-men :D). and you'll say hey i appreciate that but gender's not really that cut and dry for a lot of people. someone could be both a man and nonbinary, for instance. i just worry that you're looking at nonbinary as a generic third gender, or an extension of womanhood. i mean yeah you include nblw in your tags but all your posts are about pussy-havers exclusively. what's with that? and they say go fuck yourself you pervy man pretending to be a lesbian. you tried to sneak in but i won't let you.

so you go to a lesbian blog with a dozen or so posts about queer people needing to be more weird about it and you sigh in relief. but you still see the men dni. that's odd. hoping for the best, you say hey! i know you mean well but please maybe don't put men dni at the end of the lovely posts on your lesbian blog bc some lesbians are men. and they'll be like ok!! well you're allowed ;) and you say no that's not. no. some men are lesbians not just me. you think about your own dicklessness and wonder if that's why you were given entry. and you add that even if male lesbians are allowed, there's no indication of that. how would anyone know without asking? and they're like ohh gotcha gotcha well men dni + this is for sapphics only!! and you'll be like ok well that treats the concepts of men and sapphics as mutually exclusive identities and i just told you that's not true and you agreed with me so.. i don't think that solves our problem. and they're like. ok. fine. men dni but genderfluid and multigender people are allowed! and you're like no see that's. that's still the same thing.. you're saying the same thing just with different words. if you don't want men to interact but you're fine with multigender/genderfluid/etc ppl interacting then you either don't see them as Real Men (because they don't reach a standard of Full Manhood) or Complete Men (because they're only Part-Time Men), both of which suggest that they are, in some way, not men or less-than men, which is invalidating and defeats the point of the exception in the first place (accommodation) OR that you don't really mean the dni which is confusing and inconsistent and makes guydykes feel weird and uncomfortable and excluded from the lesbian space you're trying to cultivate. and they're like um. ok. so. cishet men dni? and you're like well i think that makes more sense, but what if someone identifies as both a cishet man and a sapphic? again, if we're trying to accommodate the genderfucky populace then that has to be a possibility that is considered. and they say god you people are never happy. what do you want me to do? what am i supposed to say to keep the right men out? and you pause. you empathize with the need for a space free from dudes trying to fuck you straight and feminine. dudes who watch lesbian porn and joke about what they'd do if they were allowed into girls locker rooms. who look at you like a piece of meat, and like someone who looks at women like pieces of meat in the same way he does. you get it. you know. you want a space where you can be sapphic, too. that's why you came to these blogs in the first place. you brace yourself and you say well i don't know that there are "right men" to keep out. i don't know that there's any single label that would accomplish whatever it is you're trying to accomplish. you could go for "sapphics only" or "queers only" and i think that might be the closest thing to what you want, but it's never going to be perfect. creating any exclusive space is going to shut out people you didn't account for, and the broader the label, the more people will be shut out that you didn't want to shut out. and what about people who don't know if they're allowed? what of questioning transbians, where are they supposed to go? and, frankly, i think i might rather my dykey posts get read and appreciated by a gay guy who sees me as a man than a woman who only sees me as a sacred womb, pure from male perversions or violence or whatever. i think community might just be more complex than a dni can handle. and they look at you and say i don't want to not have a dni. i think you're too permissive. you can't just "what about" or microlabel your way into everything. go fuck yourself, i bet you're not even a lesbian anyway. go find a real problem to get mad about.

you go to a lesbian blog. you ignore the men dni because you know you probably don't even count to them. or maybe you do count and, out of respect for your manhood, they'd shun you accordingly. you try to feel okay about that. you scroll past dozens of posts about mediocre men and gagging at straight friends' boyfriends and how gross and undeserving men are of the beautiful women they couple up with and how all women should be gay so they can get treated right and and and and and. you finally find a post about curling into someone you love and feeling at peace and try to lose yourself in it. you know that feeling is what unites you, what makes you belong. you try to focus on it. you think about carding your hands through a butch's hair or lacing fingers with a femme and feeling warm and loved and more yourself than you ever have before. like this is who you're meant to be. you read about lesboys and butch boytoys and genderfucky dykes and big hairy deep-voiced wonderful women (like you want to be someday, like you wish you could make yourself) and you try to ignore the men dni underneath each and every post. and you daydream about meeting someone kind and earnest at a lesbian bar even though you don't think any such bars exist within three states of you and you can't drink and don't want to drink because you need to be in control of yourself at all times so you don't fuck up like you're always about to and here in the nonexistent lesbian bar you feel wanted and safe and in good company. you picture your ideal, happiest self. it is a mistake. ideal-you has a goatee. not the mascara one you smear on and call drag even though you know it's not drag, not really, the beard you call drag because you think everyone would look at you sadly if you told them it was just to pretend you had something out of your reach. a beard that's soft and that you grew and that cannot be smudged away if you get too comfortable with it. the dream shatters. your people pull away from you, their scoffs mixing with the mind-numbing gay girl bedroom pop you learned to settle for just to have something that almost resembled you, they all pull away and turn their backs and do not look at you. you're too close to being a man now, even though you're the same amount of man as before. and they know you're not supposed to interact with men, not as you would with dykes, at least. and it sours. it's all your imagination, all in your head, but it sours.

you sigh. you think about how small you are. how short, how narrow, how feeble. how your voice pitches up when you talk to strangers because it's easier to speak quietly when it carries more, and because you're nervous. because it's a chore to talk, like everything is. you think about testosterone. you think about how your family would look at you, the questions they would ask, your answers they would only pretend to accept. the uncomfortable glances and whispered questions they'd try to hide from you. you think about how small you are, and how small you will always be. how you don't know of a way to fix it, but even if there was one, no one would want you anymore. you'd be the only one thinking it made you a cooler dyke. you think about how you don't even want a T-voice all the time, how you'll never be able to switch it at will, because you don't know how and can't bring yourself to figure it out. you think about how your throat closes around every hint of your own attraction. how wanting is perverse, how wanting is invasive, how wanting is embarrassing and too vulnerable so it must stay anonymous, as an online witness, and how you can barely manage to form or maintain friendships because your brain makes you pull away, always spinning out and struggling to recover from the simplest of interactions. how they'll all leave you and you won't chase after them at all and how that will hurt them. how stuck you get. how it looks like nothing's holding you back, how that frustrates everyone who thought you were going to be more than you were. the people you love who understand except when it comes to being ghosted, being shut out. how you don't want to hurt them. how you can't tell them that because you're stuck. how you turn to stone when touched, how you never reach out, how you lose your speech and can't look at people, how your autism is fun and sexy until it becomes real and you never see them anymore, how much you longed for someone who knew everything without you having to explain, and who loved you anyway. how unreasonable you know that is to expect of anyone. you think about that not-even-real lesbian bar. you think about how you still can't drive. how you can't leave your home on your own, without dragging somebody into helping you. how you can't leave your body. how you can't leave your manhood behind.

you think about finding another lesbian blog and ignoring everything. about skimming it for the parts you can juice some meaning from. the parts men ignore and don't understand, and how typical of you it is to do so. or the parts where you're not welcome and you should accept that, because it's for lesbians only. how you are a lesbian anyway. how you're meant to choose lesbian or man, how each is a betrayal of some kind to yourself or your people, your family, your lovely strangers, your rare friendly acquaintances. about the parts that tell you you're not wanted, that you're ugly and lazy and gross and insert yourself everywhere without even asking. about the parts that tell you you are hated, and how lesbians are above it all by rejecting men. how lesbians are each blessed miracles. about the parts that say you should be ashamed of being whatever twisted confused freak you are, of everything, of looking and wanting or not looking or not wanting, of picking and choosing instead of taking it all in with a smile. after all, shouldn't you take it? or is your ego too fragile, as men's so often are? aren't you tired? good. we're not here for your consumption. and we sure as hell don't want your company or "community" or whatever. didn't you read the sign? no boys allowed. and if you want to come in you have to make up your mind. as if you haven't told them the only answer you have. you're both. you're both.

you know you broke the rule by interacting.

but it gets lonely sometimes. you wonder if they know.

#before i maybe get yelled at: #1) no i do not think ppl are evil for having men dnis no i do not think these are all equal transgressions even #though there is an overlap that should be examined that i think is based in a degree of lesbian separatism + exclusionism #2) yes there are lesbian blogs and people that are cool about genderfucky people. i'm not talking about them #3) this is a stylized vent post about trying to find lesbian content on tumblr that isn't like this. all these dnis/rules are ones i have #encountered. no i do not literally tell these people to change their dnis to suit me. the conversations are symbolic and ideological in #nature. if i find a blog with men dni i generally go somewhere else. it's about emotions. it's about my feelings on that it's not literally #about dming someone demanding they change things. it's not about demanding that You change things or else you're a bad person. #4) it is about the conflicts and hypocrisy and inconsistency of strict and exclusive sexuality labels persisting in gender-diverse spaces #and how it affects me as a lesbian who is a man who is a woman who is fucking whatever else. and yes it is about transphobia too. #5) it's about how lesbians feel the need to exclude men and how i think efforts to do so fail and hurt ppl and are often misguided #tht i think also comes up in like. bi lesbian/mspec lesbian/gaybian discourse. i'm not any of those myself but it seems like there's overla #6) if this post seems whiny and sad and insecure that's because it probably is. i have a right to be all of those things. #7) no i do not think all lesbians are man-hating assholes. i am a lesbian. i love lesbians. i love dykes and most of them are fantastic ppl #i just think the general bullshit of the world leads to this defensive thing that ends up hurting others in our community y'know? #8) i get that my perspective/experience is a bit unusual and many lovely ppl haven't considered it. that's part of why i'm sharing this #nyarla dni #<- sorry man it's too vulnerable. gonna keep this one to the internet-only folks

[yuri-for-businesswomen]

talking to women:

talking to men: haha yeah messi is the goat totally

#shitpost #men will claim women are too emotional but have you ever said ‚messi is overrated‘ in a room full with (hetero) men? #to be honest its kind of a thrill agitating them on purpose if you can deal with the hissy fit that follows #my ex (situationship) almost left me at a gas station because i said messi is not all that

[plagispec]

this new era of queer dramadies centering middle aged men is so wonderful for centering the queer experience of two ppl experiencing unconditional genuine love for the first time while also having a whole load of undigested emotions and one person coping with this by coming on Way too strong and asking their love to run away with them or some shit and the other person immediately freaking the fuck out at this and not trusting this feeling at all because it's too good so they run away from it even if it means breaking the heart of the one they love.

most of my queer friends (and me shut up) have had this experience it is the gayest experience so when you seen it on screen its like holy shit that me that me fr and then you binge it all and never shut up about it ever again

#ofmd #good omens #even thought i havent watched it *yet* i've heard #i just cant have too many middle aged gay men emotionally wreck me in a week or i'll have to install grindr and get it fucked out of me #emotionless sex can fix too many emotions (i am ace and right)

[void-tiger]

…sometimes I just. Think about. How literal siblings get stuck with rumors they’re dating, and m-f friendships often don’t get a chance to truly start or develop because of the strain those assumptions and pressure causes…

…while literal same-gender and aspec-affirming couples get slapped with “like siblings” this and “just really good friends” that.

And then how this gets even more reductive with infighting like “m-f friendships can only occur when one of them is homosexual,” or aspecs picking at eachother over rep until it’s a very specific type of aroace on the aroace spectrum of the aspec spectrums (and nobody’s actually happy), and of course fanon ships pitted against gen-no-ships…

…and how everyone just ends up feeling stressed out and invalidated. Because anything—and I do mean anything—that doesn’t fit neatly inside of the heteronormative narrative of “men and women can’t be friends, men and women must be romantically involved, people of the same gender and/or aspec/any other queer identity(ies) must never date.”

And how it makes the queers and cichets alike absolutely miserable.

#tiger’s musings #…that post about The Gay Birds and conservatives losing their fucking minds #and how many times I’ve had people Just Assume or Consistantly Forget my brother and I are dating…not helped by we look Nothing alike #and just. the utter BULLSHIT I have gone through to guard friendships and the chance to even be friends at all #and often wondering why I’m even doing this…besides the Good Men are often timid and This Problem Will Exist Everywhere #so…either I fight. or I remain isolated. #…but I’m so tired of fighting. #and. nevermind when emotions aren’t so Clearcut. it’s not even worth mentioning when THIS. Friendship AT ALL. #just can’t be allowed to exist. gets scrutinized to death when it finally DOES like a dandelion growing through pavement #but without that resiliency. especially when I get tired of being the one to fight for it #or if the other party ever is…I’m so so weary of them all being silent about it #just. let friendships and queer relationships EXIST already #and let them be ‘complicated’ too

[lobotomyladylives]

literally wanna dieeeee I realized belatedly that not only was down bad written for me due to being an alien abduction metaphor song but it perfectly describes my situation w/my ex who dumped me 3 days into our second vacation in his country

#but yknow thats what i get for dating a fucking man last year when i absolutely knew better. i was in a low place & the idea of being #whisked away from europe was an escape for me . we got along really well but the second i showed any emotional weakness he couldnt handle i #oh but he sent a bunch of messages begging me to come back when i was on the plane fleeing to my sisters london flat! lol!!! #i didnt tell you guys about any of this on my old blog when it was happening bc i just knew itd invite a flood of #''why were you even dating a man'' messages. yeah im aware. it was stupid & yet another result of my inability to purge myself of the #desire to be in a relationship my homophobic father wouldnt hate me for. and i didnt think any woman would want me . im over it now #fuck my abusive father fuck men in general im so over the internalized homophobia. ive always preferred women why should i have to #supress that to make my fuckface hypocrite father happy. i only rly care bc i love my half brother & want to be in his life which means #i have to appease dad. but at what goddamn cost #why did i say from europe in that earlier tag. i meant TO europe...im from the us #anyways. what a shit show situation that was. i have never felt so betrayed by anyone except for my dad himself #oh i didnt even mention the worst part yet. when i texted from london asking if our friendship was over too (god. so cringe) he then went #into this spiel about how actually what he said earlier when he was asking me to come back #(that it had been a stupid impulse & biggest mistake of his life) was a lie & it had been a long time coming #IF IT WAS A LONG TIME COMING WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LET ME FLY ACROSS THR ATLANTIC FUCKING OCEAN 3 DAYS AGO FOR YOU #and said hed tell me the reasons but ''didnt want to hurt me'' #i have so much hatred in my heart for this man to this day when i really think about the mind games he was playing. unreal. #and he KNEW i already had massive trust issues

[starkskypines]

buck being shown on national television as bi is something that can be so personal.

#thinking of it through a post destiel lens like #they killed cas off right away #no time to explore it #there was an argument there that it wasn't a gay love confession #but buck here kissed a man #you can't argue with that #and just thinking of the other characters that i love that have come out #like obi wan is on the ace spectrum CANONICALLY #and now buck is CANONICALLY BI #like #change is good and it's taken time but here we are 4 years post destiel and a main character on a big show is gonna explore their sexuality #AND NOT JUST ANY MAIN CHARACTER #the character who was introduced to us as a slutty womanizer #the character who started out as this big macho firefighter #but he evolved he went to therapy he showed that men could have emotions #buck is a character that shows real human emotions that are relatable #it feels right for him to carry this now too #911 spoilers #911 #bi buck #evan buckley #destiel