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i just posted my first fic ! it’s about charlie and nick having a little picnic date in nick’s bedroom, and i think i’m pretty happy with it
[content warnings: food, eating disorders, calorie mentions, brief hospital mention]
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I think the gayest part of Love Simon is how visable the bags under Simon’s eyes are. The real gay experience
love simon: im just like you! i have lots of friends, i drive a car, i live in a nice house,……i just happen to be gay :) me: actually im just like this deeply repressed 40 year old man in it chapter 2
The Phone Call
Elton's phone call with Sheila takes an unexpected turn.
One by one, I inserted the coins as the pay phone door slammed shut behind me. The noise of metal on metal, the coins clanging around inside the machine did nothing for my searing headache. Hastily I punched in the familiar phone number, it was fresh in my mind despite not having spoken to her for weeks, maybe even a month now.
I had been so eager to get this over with, that it didn't entirely register with me what I was about to do until the dial tone was ringing in my ears. I cursed my impulsiveness as the drone of my Mother's voice hit me from the other end of the phone.
"I've got something to tell you." I blurted, out of breath with anticipation, trying desperately to sound confident. This was me being in control, me telling her the truth before any of the tabloids got there first. She tried to dismiss me, shut me up so she 'didn't miss my performance'. I could feel myself getting more agitated by the second - though I wasn't sure if this was a result of her sheer stupidity, or my longing for the half-drunk bottle of whisky I had left on the backseat of the car when I had stormed off just minutes earlier.
John had been pestering me for weeks about finally 'coming out' to my parents. I didn't see why I had to, they read the tabloids, saw the headlines about the scandalous life I was living, all while acting completely disinterested in me whenever I saw them or made contact, of course. The speculation had begun months ago, and was becoming all the more frequent ever since John and I had secretly become 'an item', we hadn't told anyone, but the papers had already made up their mind. No amount of damage control or fake girlfriends was going to fix this. I was gay, and everyone knew it, why was it my fault the very people that brought me into this world were too blind (or, in hindsight, ignorant) to see it?
John was right too, theirs were the first doors reporters would knock on. My dad would probably slam the door in their faces, that smug grin on his face, content in the fact he'd had precisely nothing to do with my upbringing and the car-crash my life was spiralling into. Mother, however, would talk. Sing my praises or throw me under the bus, either depending which way the wind was blowing or what story would bring in the most cash.
John had brought the subject of my parents up again that morning, wittering on at me as I paced around the house, waiting for the latest concoction of pills and powder to kick in and steady my nerves. A panic had been rising in me for days, and, like always, I'd been chemically subduing it to a just about tolerable level, but John's impeccable timing of letting me know just how much my family would never forgive me for deceiving them, hours before one of the biggest shows of my career so far, was enough to tip me over the edge.
Now I was here, standing in a phone box in central London, about to break my Mother's heart. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, a rushed conversation with wide-eyed Londoners gawking at me from the other side of this red box. I had spoken to her last month, and for once my mother had seemed interested in me, promised to watch my performance on television. I knew this was most definitely Fred's idea, and she was only watching for bragging rights down at the pub next week; "Did you see my Reggie on the television this weekend? Wasn't he brilliant? I was a single parent you know, didn't I bring him up well?", but still the affection-starved child in me loved knowing she'd be watching me do what I love. Now whatever recollection she had of the show was going to be tainted by the bombshell I was about to drop on her.
I panicked, words that had been only ever been said to me in menace and stung the back of my throat to even speak tumbled out of my mouth. Poofter. Fairy. Queer. I said anything and everything so there was no doubt in her mind what I was trying to say.
She was quiet for a second, longer than that, too long. I slurred something at her, annoyed, and finally she spoke. My head was fuzzy from alcohol and the sudden release of adrenaline. I could hear her speaking to me, but the utter disbelief at what she was was deafening.
Her cruel words gripped at my chest, pulling it apart as my breathing slowed, heartbeat loud in my ears. I wanted to tell her to fuck off, slam down the receiver. I wanted to scream at John wondering why the hell he had thought this was a good idea. I wanted to to crawl back to the car, finish the bottle waiting for me in a few quick swigs before going home and drinking everything in sight, take everything I had.
I wanted to get on stage and be 'Elton the rockstar'. Instead I felt like ten year old Reggie Dwight again, crouched at the top of the stairs listening to his parents screaming about how he had ruined both their lives. I wanted to get so wasted I would pass out and not wake up until next week, having forgotten this ever happened. But I was paralyzed, unable to move as the woman who should love me more than anyone in the world, told me in disgust what my future held.
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A/N - Taron's performance in this scene stood out to me as one of the most powerful in the film and it inspired me to right a lil something based on the moment. This is the first time I've written in literally years so let me know what you think!
handsome devil hot take. this is ur spoiler warning.
just saw someone on this hellsite hc my dear sweet, canonically gay, baby boy conor masters as bisexual and as a bisexual man myself i felt the need to talk about why thats bullshit to the highest degree
conor masters is canonically gay. there’s no doubt about it. you might be thinking, “oh, but he never explicitly stated it himself! it’s open for interpretation!” and i’m going to tell you: you’re wrong. i’m going to ask you a question: did no one ever teach you how to analyze media?
conor masters is gay, and i can prove it in just a few screenshots.
first, we have the actual scene where ned pulls his bullshit.
ned says that conor is gay. he doesn’t say that conor likes guys. he doesn’t say that he saw conor in a gay bar. he doesn’t say that conor is bisexual.
he says conor is gay.
then, a few scenes later, when they’re on the boat and ned is apologizing, he says he was wrong about everything.
and conor says that no, he wasn’t wrong about everything. bc guess what? conor masters is explicitly gay.
i’ll say it again for those of you who failed your eighth grade media comprehension tests.
conor masters is gay. he’s a gay man. he’s a homosexual. he’s not attracted to women.
thanks for coming to my ted talk.
Random Handsome Devil Things
Ned and Conor are so fucking in love
I love this movie so much it hurts
If they focased on romance instead of friendship it wouldve gotten a lot more attention
Conor never said his sexuality therefore I hc him bi bc of the whole jock and "nerd" thing hes got going
The kid who makes that one face in the gay sound clip I always think about them
In the crowd there were two muslim ladies
Victor is nice
Conor finding his teacher at a gay bar is still the most akward thing
The way they say thing weird
The rugby player with dark hair didnt move to Conor's side til the end but he seemed chill so maybe he was trying to not out himself
Arther is really chill
Victor hugs the bully at the end which is strange but it slides bc he isnt importsnt and theyre all excited about winning
Should be a bigger
Honestly I noticed some flaws with the writing and actoring but it remains an absoulte favorite
hi! gay man here. i know you probably didn't mean anything by it but suggesting that conor being a jock as well as a nerd means he's bi is a harmful stereotype, and conor is a canonically gay man.
he may not have said those exact words himself, but every bit of subtext in the film labels him as gay (@elliotlefevre has a good post explaining the subtext!) and the suggestion that he's attracted to women because he's a jock really ain't it.
again, i'm sure you weren't meaning to be harmful but i just wanted to say.
karaoke really is gay culture huh
Waiting for NBC to give up their rights to Rise.
brief list of things that will make me shoot on sight if i see them this pride month and any time in general:
“hearts not parts”/”bi is trans exclusionary”
any dumb lesbian jokes by people who aren’t lesbians
ANY of those fuck ass calendars that split the month up into days for different identities (bonus points if there’s no day for lesbians!)
pride flag sets that don’t include the lesbian flag (there is already a widely used replacement for the pink one, you have no excuse)
any ace discourse. shut up. shut up. im so tired everyone shut up
reasons why simon spier is trans
- short
- wore dresses as a kid but one day all “feminine” clothes just made him very uncomfortable to wear and he never wore them again (even though he’s 100% fine with other guys wearing them)
- wardrobe full of big sweaters & hoodies
- he just is
- he’s a hufflepuff and 90% of hufflepuffs i’ve met have been trans - the vp’s whole Thing about constantly calling him “dude””man” “my brother” “broski” etc - his parents have no issues letting leah stay over even when they’re assuming he’s straight which is tbh trans culture - he has no rhythm but great music taste which is, again, trans culture
i can’t get over the beauty of this movie ; - ;
Abby’s spent her life waiting. Waiting for college. Waiting for the acne to go away. Waiting for somebody to be with.
And now that she has it, she never wants to let it go.
OR: Abby and Leah from Leah on the Offbeat for the Femslash prompt Day 10: Waiting.
Appreciation of the incredibly perfect talented, Jake Gyllenhaal.
simon’s friends SUCKED and just because they all showed up to support him at the ferris wheel does not forgive the fact that they were selfish and left him to the wolves when he was forced out of the closet and being ridiculed i don’t need to hear that bullshit
friendly(ish) reminder that leah burke is fat! she’s a fat character! and she’s comfortable with her body!
i know she’s not depicted as fat in the movie, but in fan art and mood boards please don’t erase her size. please don’t ignore that part of her because it doesn’t fit your aesthetic !!
Idk if fat is the appropriate word, but she sure is over weight!
i’m fairly sure leah describes herself as fat !! i’m not using it in a derogatory way, and as a fat person myself i think it’s important to destigmatise the word
She says several times throughout the book that she is fat, and she hates how it’s made out to be a bad thing. So yeah she has no problem with being called fat she has a problem with people thinking it’s rude to call someone fat. I love her sm
Love, Simon Aesthetic 🏳️🌈 🥞 🎭
I can’t fuck your life, I’m monogamously fucking my own life
