there's such a loneliness in being fan of an ongoing mainstream media franchise and kind of knowing that the queer side character is either going to get killed or rejected as some sort of attempt at teaching the audience a moral lesson.
like okay, maybe seeing a queer character be good and earnest and still die despite that can be a huge learning experience if you have never had to consider the queer struggle.
however us queer folk know of good and earnest queer people who have died. In our eyes we're already humanized, we don't need a death to teach us our worth. We're all constantly mourning people we've lost that we never got to meet. I flinch at sight of barbed wire despite being an infant when matthew shepherd's murder made headlines. Every time i hear stories of people of queer people who survived the aids crisis i feel such a hopelessness. We constantly learn about queer heroes from the past only to find out they did suspicious or frightening deaths.
Look what I'm getting at, it's not new or a morbidly beautiful thing to see one of us die, -despite being earnest despite being good-, again. You're not making the point you think you're making, you're just adding sadness to the community you say you're serving. You're just making us learn another name.
Draco Centauros Puyo Puyo is like Link from BOTW. He is transmasc, she is transfemme, they are a gay man, it is a lesbian.
Draco is every queer identity at the same time.
New chapter of Gordon in Breen’s Office What Propaganda Will He Make
I made it :]
455 words, rated G? Just a short little drabble of what it felt like to be Callie in the Splatoon 2 Octavio Fight.
Callie had never woke up from a dream feeling breathless and like she’d been screaming for hours on end. She’d never had nightmares before, not the kind that woke her up. Unsettling dreams yes but.
Nothing had ever felt like this. She was standing on something moving. Everything felt wrong, and blurry especially from one eye in particular what was up with that--? She thought she’d been dreaming, or was this a dream? She’d been so sure of herself just a moment ago.
Everything was wrong and Marie was singing and her belly was cold and Callie just wanted to fall down and cry, but instead? She sang. It was easy to keep singing, she could sing with her eyes squeezed closed to just take in her own thoughts.
She’d been so sure just a moment ago that she was hated, that Octavio had taken her in at her lowest moment. It was foggy, so hazy. Foggy foggy foggy.
It hurt to look at anything but her eyelids, her head hurt, nothing made SENSE.
Bomb Rush Blush came easier than scrambling for any memory of Octavio recruiting her. Did she just wake up-? Already with him--?? That wasn’t RIGHT, none of this was RIGHT!!
The platform she was on jerked sometimes, like it’d been hit by something. She kept standing, she kept singing. What was Marie saying? She sounded longing? Callie couldn’t focus on the words. She kept singing back though. What words was Callie singing?
The music stopped. Callie stopped too. What were the words to her song-? “Ughgh, my head.”
“CALLIE! REMEMBER!” That was Marie, and a beat was starting. A different one this time. “That heavenly melody!”
She did remember, didn’t she? A song so ingrained in her. She heard it in.. Her dreams... “The one and only....” Everyone always announced them the same didn’t they? Everyone always called them.... Two of them, a set....... “I.. I remember...”
Everything snapped right into place, and she found herself grinning and leaping for whatever weird contraption Marie was on.
Singing came even easier.
Everything was sharp now. Marie and her didn’t match, her outfit was whatever Octavio’d put her in, but they matched in spirit. The choreography was right.
She saw every move of that little Agent, jumping up and around on grind rails. Dodging and shooting and Callie just kept on singing.
It was hard not to grin. She’d missed this. She’d missed being right next to Marie and getting to hear one of her very favorite singers sing one of her very favorite songs.
Felt warm, felt right.
That Agent seemed to dodge every attack, sometimes to the very beat of the music, It was beautiful. Everything felt right in the world.
I am debating taking a break from fandom for a while, however I thought before I go I should share this playlist I have been working on!!
I tried really hard to encorperate a solid thematic journey of Jaskier being in love and following someone for 20 years.
I tried to cover the euphoria of love, the bitterness of unrequited queer love, sexual frustration, Angst, post-mountain Anger, yearning in general, and a surprising amount of lesbian bops!!!! It ends hopefully because I am a sap and my faggy heart cannot NOT put magnetic fields in there!
If you are to listen to only one song let it be this male vocals cover of this Sapphic anthem because it's serotonin in a jar and I have had it on constant repeat the whole year!
New GiBO chapter!
If you were waiting around for a new chapter of Gordon in Breen’s Office, What Propaganda Will He Make, today [or, a couple days ago?? I forgot to make this post] is your day!
hi! im bored and technically i should study for exams but i don't want to so if you guys want, send me ideas for moodboards! they may suck but idk, it's fun to do anyways :)
Maybe in your next life you’ll be a little less nosy!
concept by @weirdgirlcore
[ID: Seven gifs of scenes from the show Our Flag Means Death, primarily featuring the character Lucius.
1. Lucius stands on the deck with Stede, holding his journal. Caption: “You said to record everything, warts and all, so that’s what I’m doing!”
2. Ed sits at an injured and unconscious Stede’s bedside, watching him. Lucius walks into the room and stops short, staring at them.
3. Lucius stares in disbelief as, in the foreground, Stede gently plucks something out of Ed’s beard. Caption: “Oh my god, this is happening.”
4. Ed listens with a thoughtful expression on his face as Lucius, whose back is to the camera, talks to him. Caption: “That bizarre little man over there likes you very much, and you like him!”
5. Lucius sits next to Stede by the window in his cabin. Caption: “And do we think this is more of a spat or a rupture with Blackbeard?”
6. Lucius speaks gently to Ed in his dimly lit blanket fort. Caption: “And this fictional character... he’s having a hard time?”
7. Lucius and Ed stand on the deck of the ship at night. Ed grabs Lucius and throws him overboard into the water.