That Random Person

All of the things that run around in my mind: fandoms, politics, and randomness...

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I Don’t Like Pride

Before you hate me or call me a bad queer, hear me out. This is something I really felt like I needed to get out after Decadence this weekend.

I don’t like most (if not all) LGBT+ gatherings/celebrations. But this has nothing to do with what’s being celebrated or how it’s being celebrated. I love that people can find safety, love, and support in massive gatherings and parties. I love that strangers can come together for each other like that. I love that my community is celebrated and strong enough to walk almost bare naked down the streets being who they are in glitter and rainbows with their heads held high. 

I love that so much. But I also hate it. I hate that I can’t be a part of it.

I’m not just an extremely introverted person who has to gather a bunch of energy just to hang out with a small group of friends. I’m someone with severe anxiety. I’m someone with claustrophobia which is made worse in a crowd. I’m someone who doesn’t/can’t drink, so parties/bars aren’t fun or safe spaces for me. But I’m also not underage so every LGBT+ event for my age is made to be with alcohol.

So, I miss out of the safety, love, and support of these events/celebrations because they aren’t meant for me. They don’t cater to the shy, introvert, sober queer person that I am. I get lost in the party scene that the LGBT community so often becomes and in the end feels like I’m not queer enough or not the right kind of queer or whatever else.

I am just as prideful of my identity and who I am even if I prefer to stay away from crowds. But with how our community is set up, I’m bound to feel like I’m not and tend to have few fellow queer friends (mostly because I miss out on going to LGBT spaces where I could meet them). 

This party mentality has to change. Yes, we can still have the bars, dances, parades, and celebrations. But we also need coffee shops, book clubs, celebrating without alcohol, etc. We need to make everyone feel safe, love, supported, and included. 

Everyone. Even the introvert, anxiety-riddled, sober queer kid who just wants to fly his freak flag without all the noise, close bodies, and alcohol. 

Is that too much to ask for? Does that make me a bad queer?

[crystalqueer]

Photos and final product for Mq. & Mrs.’s amazing lgbtq coloring book for kids.

Model : Alicia Michele

[lesvampires-deactivated20190127]

hey i made gifs of these so that ppl can see what they look like !! since sometimes just seeing pictures doesn’t always get the sign across

queer:

bi:

transgender:

gay/lesbian:

[crystalqueer]

Awesome

[darkstrangevirgilanxiboi]

For all my deaf / mute LGBTQ followers or anyone trying to learn

[nonbinarybisexuals]

This is such a great post! Deaf and hard of hearing people are members of our community, so let’s show them some love. You can learn ASL online using the resources in this post: http://mashable.com/2014/04/21/how-to-sign/#SdHJ06gZ1Zqy

[transgendertips]

I will never not reblog this. It’s so hard to come across this post and this ain’t something ASL class will teach you. Sign language is spectrum of widely used languages (they differ country to country) and you never know when you’re going to need it.

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Terrified of the End

The Supernatural writers have a horrible history of giving us what we want but not in the way we wanted (Lucifer coming back as Cas for example). They even gave us a musical episode...even if it wasn't what we expected.

So, with Season 14 being the last season, I'm terrified. Not if the ending (yes, thats sad) but what if they try to shove all of the fan wishes into the last season...Adam coming back to get revenge, using all the loose ends (like the son of Sam's friend that Dean killed and the boy who was half demon) as allies, discovering the other generations of demon blood babies that were mentioned seasons ago, they bring the Impala to life as a human as a tactic to attack Dean, and then as a final blow he forces Dean to admit feelings for Cas (or puts a spell on him) and then kills Cas...just humor at first, we think we are getting a funny episode of what we want but then it turns bloody...and we all cry.

I'm terrifed of the feels...we're so screwed.

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Spoiler Alert

Me: So, are you caught up with Supernatural yet? (Because there's no one to vent to, not even the show addressed the bombshell they dropped yet)

Friend: No, i told you i would call when i did.

Me: i cant keep this in any longer...im going to...

Friend: NO! NO SPOILERS!!!

Me: But you dont understand!!! They brought Gabriel back and I just...

Friend: WHAT?!?!?!?!

Me: Oh thank Chuck, you know! Can we talk about it now?

Friend: GGAHHHGGGF!!!! WE ARENT FRIENDS!!!! WHAT HAPPENED?!

Me: ...sorry....

[princess-positive]

Friendly reminder that all genders are valid and should be respected!

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I reference this literally all the time and no one notices...

[midnatt-heronweather]

I am sick of hearing about how amazing Riverdale is for having a Bi character. Has everyone forgotten they straightwashed a cannon Asexual

[theasexualityblog-deactivated20]

As a bi ace this bothers me. Bi representation is fantastic, but let’s be inclusive and do both, ok? There shouldn’t be one sexuality that’s OK to show on TV and one that isn’t.

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You Took Care of Us (Supernatural fanfic)

Everything had changed. Dean’s world changed the day he carried his baby brother out of their burning house. 

It started with his dad drinking and researching fair tales instead of going to work or buying groceries. There were a few people who came and dropped off food at the hotel room. A few that even tried to talk to John, remind him that he’s a dad. Then there were the threats. People started saying they would call social services. And one day a social worker knocked on the door while John was passed out from a night of drinking and ranting. Dean just barely managed to grab all of Sam’s things before waking his dad and sneaking out the back.

Over the next few years Dean learned how to cook in a crappy motel kitchen, how to change diapers, how to potty train a three year old, how to steal food when his dad was gone with no one to take care of them, how to treat a hangover, and how to keep a broken family together.

There was a teacher once who asked the whole fifth grade class Dean was currently occupying, that they shouldn’t take their childhood for granted, that they will miss it once they’re older and have to worry about other people. Dean laughed, he laughed so hard he was sent to the principle’s office. But the slip that was sent home with him went unnoticed when Dean got Sam back to the motel to find their dad crying on the floor with an empty bottle of whiskey in his hand.

Dean could remember the first hunt that his dad took that had nothing to do with his mother. He particularly remembered the first hunt that ended badly. His dad came back a wreck, crying and rambling about how he couldn’t save anyone. So, Dean put Sam to bed as he pulled his dad into the bathroom, cleaned him up, and reassured him that everything was going to be okay. 

It became his tagline, “Everything is going to be okay.” He told it to his dad, his brother, and the pity-filled faces that took care of his brother and him. 

When Sam found of the truth, when he started to fight with their dad, when he went on his first hunt (much to Dean’s protests), and when he whispered his questions of their mother at night; Dean was always there. He took of Sammy before his dad even had to tell him to.

Every day Dean took care of their family, even if it meant less sleep and more anguish for himself. Some might have said they were surprised at Dean’s act of stepping up but they shouldn’t have been. Dean had been taking care of his family since before he knew he was doing it. It was in his soul to put other’s first, to care with his whole being. It’s why his mom used to call him her little angel.

But even with all of this, Dean never took him his own importance. The things he did became expected of him from even himself. It was just how his life was. So when the day came that someone finally spoke it out loud...Dean didn’t know what to think. But he knew it meant something was wrong.

John: “You know, when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen, I'd be, I'd be wrecked. And you, you'd come up to me and you, you'd put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in the eye and you'd... You'd say 'It's okay, Dad.' Dean, I'm sorry.” Dean: “What?” John: “You shouldn't have had to say that to me, I should have been saying that to you. You know, I put, I put too much on your shoulders, I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that, and you didn't complain, not once. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you.” Dean: “This really you talking?” John: “Yeah. Yeah, it's really me.” Dean: “Why are you saying this stuff?” John: “I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay?” Dean: “Yeah, Dad, you know I will. You're scaring me.” John: “Don't be scared, Dean.”

John finally understood what he had forced his son to become, who Dean had had to do his whole life. John realized he hadn’t taken care of his family the way he should have, hadn’t taken care of his son’s the way he should have. So, he took a page from Dean’s book. He followed his son’s path and he took care of his boys the only way he knew how. 

No more drinking, running away, or dumping his crap on Dean. He made a deal with a devil and it was the best deal he ever made. Finally Dean was the one being taken care of...and it felt all wrong.

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Does it ever get easy?

Earlier this year I came out as biromantic asexual...now I’m preparing to find a way to come out as transgender. The butterflies now live in my stomach. I haven’t had many moments in the past year when I wasn’t full of anxiety. My computer history is full of searches on ‘how to come out’, ‘how to be trans’, ‘am I queer enough for queer spaces?”, and so much more. 

It just makes me wonder: does it ever get easy for those outside of the social norm? Will there ever be a day when searches like mine are obsolete? When will it be easy for people to just be who they are?

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Someone please make this parody!!!!

Will someone please make a parody of Slow Hands (by Niall Horan) as a spoof of Trump and call it Small Hands...I need this...please!!!

[johnparri]

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All of the CW premiers had my heart in a state.

[jaredpadaleckidaily]

Appearing on Thursday, October 12th. 

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(Bobby hangs up with Dean to make another call) Bobby: Hey, Joanne, I know it's been awhile... JK Rowling: I thought you said you weren't ever going to talk to me again Bobby. Bobby: Well, to be fair I thought the only thing that could kill off one twin in the middle of a sentence was something evil. Rowling: I've already apologized to you for that Bobby and went through all the tests. What do you need? Bobby: So...dragons... Rowling: Don't you ever read the books I send you? Bobby: I was upset with you Joanne! Dobby?! Was that necessary?!

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Literally everyone ships Johnlock, even Sherlock.

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John makes him smile...awwwww

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I don't even want to fact check this, I just want to accept it...Johnlock for life!

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A good point has been made...