I’m gonna need people to learn the difference between queer subtext, queer coding and queer baiting before Good Omens season 2 comes out. I can’t sit through another year of discourse about how Good Omens was “queer bait” because Azirphale and Crowley didn’t make out. They are canonically non-binary beings and while there’s a discussion to be had about whether or not non-human trans/nb representation deserves the same praise as actual human trans/nb representation - it’s still not fucking queer bait just because your ship didn’t get into an explicitly romantic relationship. There is more to being queer than PDA and there are more queer identities than homosexuality. Aziraphale and Crowley are canonically non-binary. In the original text, it’s fair to interpret them as asexual since it says that though most people would mistake Aziraphale for a gay man, angels are “sexless” unless they “really make an effort” which could be in reference to gender or sexual identity. I could see someone arguing that the book is an example of queer subtext and the show, at worst (“worst”) could be argued as queer coding. Neither is an example of queer baiting, end of discussion.
“There is more to being queer than PDA and there are more queer identities than homosexuality.”
There it is.
This is the closest I’ve seen a post come to addressing the heart of the matter, which is:
If you require romance before you’re willing to classify a relationship as queer then you have cut the Aro community out of the queer umbrella. If the characters must explicitly profess their love for one another or you’re going to call it queer baiting (not what that term means, btw, I’m glad to see that conversation happening), then you are admitting that you don’t consider Aromantic people queer.
And that’s a you problem. Either you’re doing it intentionally, in which case your opinion fundamentally doesn’t matter, or you’re doing it because you haven’t thought this through, in which case you need to get on that.
I want Aziraphale and Crowley to hold hands and kiss and say they love each other on screen. I do!
But I’m so tired of being told my identity is just Queer Lite and that I should sit down and get out of the way because other identities need representation. This is mine! Shut up or go away.
I do not give a shit about Neil Gaiman or Terry Pratchett. I don’t especially care what their intentions were. But while they didn’t set out to write something gay, they absolutely did intend to be explicitly queer.
And, side note: if you can watch the two minutes of vague hinting at Shadwell/Madam Tracy and come away knowing that there’s more between them than friendship, but you’re confused about Aziraphale and Crowley (who casually presents as different genders on multiple occasions) after six episodes spent illustrating a 6000-year-long relationship between two people who weep for each other and risk themselves protecting each other and stroll around parks feeding ducks together and throw away everything they know so they can start a new life together, then I don’t know how to help you.
i would also like to reiterate a little more firmly and explicitly that if you think ‘gay’ is somehow “better” or “more” or “superior” to ‘nonbinary’, fuck you.
nonbinary is exactly as good as gay, as important as gay, as beautiful as gay, and as necessary as gay in terms of representation. nonbinary is not, as the last person said, “queer lite”. nonbinary is as queer as gay.
nonbinary fucking matters, and y’all really show your asses and how little you respect nonbinary people when you dismiss canon nonbinary characters as “homophobic” and in essence declare it a cop-out for not making them gays who kiss onscreen.
nonbinary is not homophobic, it is not runner up to gay’s first prize. nonbinary does not need to apologize for not being gay.
show some damn respect to nonbinary, aromantic, and asexual people who are actually really happy and excited about seeing some representation onscreen.
We’re not friends with people because of their grades or their jobs - we’re friends with people because of their humor, their perspectives, their intellect, their passion, their kindness, their compassion, their creativity… We are all SO much more than the things we achieve. You included.
Some minors on this site are acting like people in their twenties are like ancient
Sorry to tell you but twenties is young. Thirties is young. Some of y’all are just in this state of mind that your twenties are the end of your life and it might seem like that for some of you but that’s just society pressuring y’all to be #young and #beautiful forever when you’re. A teen
Pop culture has done irreparable damage to teens and young adults to the point where they’re using filters to make the nature creases in their skin invisible. Like… everyone has wrinkles. It’s not a sign of aging it’s a sign of being a HUMAN
The thing i love about slovak (and other slavic languages) is how they already have the “(derogatory)” and “(affectionate)” function already built in. Example:
Had - snake
Hadík - snake (affectionate)
Hadisko - snake (derogatory)
Like yes!!!!! Amazing function thank you!!!!
(these thing refer to size also, but it depends on the context imo)
One alien to another: “special affects? Photo shop?”
The other: “Must be”
A human: “nope”
they’re awesome, but on the other hand oh no nonononono the injuries half of these people could be dead or maimed don’t DO most of these. especially not the weightlifter one!
“There is certainly a big part of conditioning in society that still very much tells women that the most important thing is their appearance and their bodies and how they look. That’s a very, very strong message. I’m someone who is lucky enough to have gone to school and university. At times, I have just felt so irritated because what ultimately seemed like the most important thing was how I looked. I just thought, ‘Why do I bother?’. It’s changing, and I think women are learning to be valued for what they’re saying, doing and thinking, for who they are. But there’s still some strong messages saying what really matters is how you look in a bikini.”
i thought, for a long time, that i had to keep my passions private.
he didn’t like the poetry. it would fly around in the bedroom with us. little words like gnats; all caught up in a smokescreen. i was used to this kind of thing - i would only enjoy my own writing with a flinch. i would apologize. i know, there’s nothing real about an internet poet.
my friends didn’t like to read anything i liked. they didn’t like my music. they didn’t like the way i sang or how i laughed or how i’d dress. i told myself this is normal - we all have different passions, after all. one thing is sweet to me, too-sour to another.
i didn’t know. i thought friends were just mean sometimes, and you couldn’t expect them to be excited. i thought love happened only half in the sunlight. shy about anything i liked. for a long time the people i met all loved the word “myopic”. they refused to do anything without promising it was ironic.
i didn’t know. it seemed easier, you know? to just hide all of it. it felt pathetic, begging people please just watch this. please read this. please try this. you’ll like it, i know it.
my sister bought me house plants for the holiday. she doesn’t keep them, she just knows i like them. my friend recently collected a list of 50 books with lgbt+ characters in them, ones where nobody dies in the end. she says she keeps an eye out for them, because i mentioned once i’d been looking to expand my list. the other day my roommate made me fish tacos even though he hates fish - he said i know you’re having a hard day, and these are one of your favorites.
people don’t have to “get it”. but the good ones will try, anyway. the good ones will get excited with you. they buy you the concert tickets even though they don’t know any of the music. they know all the actors of the show even though they don’t have time to watch it. they ask you questions about the game even though they’ve never even seen the loading screen. they are happy that you are happy, and enjoying something harmlessly. they are just proud you are trying. particularly something creative - it is a dark world. to make something is powerful, and should be celebrated.
she holds my hand. she knows literally nothing about dnd, but lets me chatter about my new campaign for literally three hours, endlessly. in return, she and i discuss this anatomy book she’s reading. i don’t know half the words but i love that she finds it exciting. life in the sun like - oh, this is flying.
Aaaa he’s turning a duller color… I hope he’s alright
So apparently chicken nugget is a spicebush swallowtail and they turn yellow before they pupate.
He was making little silk things everywhere
Bruh this caterpie is going to evolve to metapod today my boy isn’t messing around
update hes entirely yellow now
i made him a tube room
hes crawlin all over the place checking it out
its happening
False alarm he moved a bit This guy
??? caterpie doesnt evolve into kakuna
whats he doing
its happening part 2 For Real This Time
chicken nugget using those advanced tactics balancing my man doesnt do anything halfway
i put on some tunez for him so he can get into the metamorphazone
sorry for keeping you all in suspense but chicken nugget is doing fine and he has a cool hat now
hes been chillin like this for a couple days
hes been in cocoon for 10 days now 🎉🐛🎉
let me know how he’s doing soon
HES BUSTIN OUT
im going to sleep, chicken nugget is snoozin and ill check up on him as soon as i wake up
hope he doesnt party too hard
🐛
💤
💤
hes gone goth hes in his emoteen stage
CHICKEN NUGGET IS A CHICKEN WING NOW BABY WE HAVE LIFTOFF!!!!!
hes’s in a bigger container than the one in the pic now but im gonna let my home boy find his way in the world after he gets used to his wings a little bit
I have missed this post so much! Let’s all celebrate Chicken Nugget!
do you guys realize that,,,, chicken nugget is one of those butterflies that is perfectly half female and half male?? nugget’s left wing is typical of a female spice bush swallowtail and the right wing is typical of a male
a gender role smashing icon
I wondered why the wings looked different
Incredible
intersex icon
He’s a bilateral gnandromorph!!
WE STAN?????
chicken nugget said intersex rights
This whole post is wonderful, but I think a lot of people don’t realise just how rare bilateral gynandromorphs are. Research has shown that only approximately 1 in 6,000 butterflies is a bilateral gynandromorph! So thanks so much @oddity-txt for sharing this wonderful being with us!
I miss when everyone on my dash listened to Welcome to Night Vale so there’s be a good chance that on any ole day someone would reblog a quote that would grab me by the throat and forcibly ascend me to a higher plane where I understood myself and the universe better and with more kindness but also a little spook
“The past is gone, and cannot harm you anymore. And while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first and settles in as the gentle present” are you kidding me this quote has propelled me through at least three emotional crises
“The desert seems vast, even endless. And yet scientists tell us that somewhere, even now, there is snow.” That quote literally got me through grieving my brother like WTNV goes HARD
A List of Some of My Favorite Quotes From This Insane Podcast:
“You are beautiful when you do beautiful things.”
“The present tense of regret is indecision.”
“We understand so much, but the sky behind those lights– mostly void, partially stars– that sky reminds us we don’t understand even more.”
“Be proud of your place in the Cosmos. It is small and yet it is.”
“Believe in yourself. You are an ancient, absent god, discussed only rarely by literary scholars. So if you don’t believe, no one will.”
“Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.”
“Whisper a dangerous secret to someone you care about. Now they have the power to destroy you, but they won’t. That’s what love is.”
“Are we living a life that is safe from harm? Of course not. We never are. But that’s not the right question. The question is are we living a life that is worth the harm?”
“When we talk about teenagers, we adults often talk with an air of scorn, of expectation for disappointment. And this can make people who are presently teenagers feel very defensive. But what everyone should understand is that none of us are talking to the teenagers that exist now, but talking back to the teenager we ourselves once were – all stupid mistakes and lack of fear, and bodies that hadn’t yet begun to slump into a lasting nothing. Any teenager who exists now is incidental to the potent mix of nostalgia and shame with which we speak to our younger selves.”
“We are not history yet. We are happening now. How miraculous is that?”
“Wednesday has been cancelled due to a scheduling error.”
“We have nothing to fear except ourselves. We are unholy, awful people.”
“A million dollars isn’t cool. You know what’s cool? A basilisk.”
“There’s nothing under your bed. There’s nothing in your closet. Nothing waits in every darkness. Nothing is the most terrifying thing of all.”
“The night sky is ten miles wide, eight miles deep, and floats three miles up. Its favourite food is grape jelly. It wants to be a drummer.”
“Look to the sky. You will not find answers there, but you will certainly see what everyone is screaming about.”
“Ignorance might not actually be bliss, but it is certainly less work.”
“And now, a special report. Crocodiles: Can they eat your children? *YES.*”
“Lie down and look up at the ceiling and breathe with those curiously fragile lungs of yours and remind yourself: Don’t worry. Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and fleeting. Don’t worry.”
“As long as I’m reminding myself things, I’m a good person, worthy of love – both from myself and others.”
“Guns don’t kill people! It’s impossible to be killed by a gun. We are all invincible to bullets and it’s a miracle!”
“Everything is exciting! Particularly existence. Existence is the most thrilling fact of all.”
“There is a monster under your bed. A monster at your window. A monster any place you imagine one. You project your monsters on the world.”
“You miss 100% of the bank robberies you don’t commit.”
“I like my coffee like I like my nights. Dark, endless, and impossible to sleep through. ”
“A friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. Welcome to Night Vale.”
“And now, the weather.”
I discovered this podcast at the beginning of high school, and let me tell you, it rewired my synapses.
Not only was it my first experience with positive LGBT representation, it was the show I clung to when everything else went to shit. Whatever was going on in my life, I knew I had this show in my corner, making me laugh, making me cry, making me feel okay about my place in the universe.
I owe the creators of this podcast more than I could express.
“the lights over the Arby’s” is such an intrinsically queer piece of writing that it hits me *hard* every time.
“We will never be the same again. But here’s a little secret for you: no one is ever the same thing again after anything. You are never the same twice, and much of your unhappiness comes from trying to pretend that you are. Accept that you are different each day, and do so joyfully, recognizing it for the gift it is. Work within the desires and goals of the person you are currently, until you aren’t that person anymore, and everything changes once again.” (from Episode 75)
“Most stories are happy if you end them at the right time.”
“Fear isnt seeing a spider on a wall, it’s no longer seeing it there.”
“Spring reveals nature’s best kept secret: that death is reversible.”
