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genuinely asking why is it when i open the robin buckley x reader tag, i am immediately ambushed by steve harrington or eddie munson smut🫩

i love them. i respect them. but it’s still NOT WHAT I CAME HERE FOR. i get wanting notes but PLEASEEEE

at this point, a lot of the fics under that tag dont even mention her . some of us are clinging to crumbs. gnawing on drywall. starving in the TRENCHES😭

rottingwlw

as a lesbian, steddie can go AWAY from my tumblr

justlikeheavenbyers

My first queerbait

whimsywheeelah

how it feels being on byler tumblr rn

i feel like one minute i’m reading some beautiful theory that makes so much sense and the next i’m seeing everyone doomposting about something that an actor’s friend allegedly said or some shit

i feel like my brain is being scrambled WHAT IS HAPPENING

bylerworld

yall remember when we mass hallucinated and kept having collective nightmares about a terrible coming out scene for will 😭 so glad we didn't get that in the show right guys!! guys?!?!?!?!!??

fatfatgaybitch

I can’t bro

axeleton

Oh oops would you look at that

ur-daily-inspiration

omchyn

drew it all before second act was released😞

caitsgaptooth

No, because what do you mean Arcane has completely rewritten the rulebook on queer representation in media, and it did it so effortlessly that it puts so many other shows to shame. Like, how are you going to tell me this animated series—ostensibly a spin-off of a video game—has given us some of the most nuanced, unapologetically powerful sapphic characters ever without reducing them to stereotypes, side plots, or, worse, trauma porn?

Vi and Caitlyn? Their dynamic is ELECTRIC. You’ve got Vi, the rough-edged, fiercely loyal, scrappy brawler with a tender side that could wreck anyone emotionally, and Caitlyn, the sharp, principled, deeply empathetic enforcer with a heart of gold. The way their relationship is built on mutual respect and trust while navigating all the insane, tragic chaos around them? Literal chef's kiss. And not once do we get the tired, lazy "coming out" narrative or the "but what about the gays?" rhetoric. Their queerness isn’t the story—it’s just a beautifully natural part of who they are. And THAT is revolutionary.

And let’s not even stop there. This show handles gender like it’s been waiting for everyone else to catch up. Characters like Sevika, who could give you chills with her sheer badassery and gender-nonconforming energy, exist unapologetically without the narrative ever feeling the need to spoon-feed us explanations. It’s just there, woven seamlessly into the fabric of the world.

So many shows claim to want to "normalize" queer relationships or push the envelope, but Arcane has quietly dominated the space by just writing characters who feel authentic. Their struggles are about class, power, loyalty, trauma, not token representation or forced diversity. This show said, “We’re just going to make some of the most layered, compelling characters you’ve ever seen—and oh yeah, some of them are gay. Keep up.”

Like, the bar wasn’t just raised—it was launched into the stratosphere. What do you mean this level of representation isn’t the norm yet? Arcane said, “We’re not asking for permission to exist. We’re just existing.” And that? That is art.

wishfulsketching

Silco and his terror of a daughter

fishieguyy

arrrcane

foldingfittedsheets

Hey real quick PSA: If you have food allergies TELL RESTAURANTS. I know it’s inconvenient and sometimes people are shitty but for real, please, tell waitstaff it’s allergy specific, don’t just order it without the allergy ingredient.

This was brought up in my mind again since my step-MIL would get furious if someone presented her with a food she couldn’t eat with her Crohn’s but she’d never told them in the first place what she couldn’t have or how severe her reactions were.

When I worked at the pizza place a ton of people would order pizzas without cheese for a variety of reasons, but only occasionally would they say it was because of an allergy.

This one day a white lady came in and ordered three pizzas with no cheese. I have no explanation for why I followed up, especially because she was extremely moody and snippy. But I asked, “Is this because of an allergy?”

“Yes,” she snapped.

“If it’s for an allergy you should know we do use a small amount of cheese in the red sauce as well. Is the allergy severe?”

“What? Yes, he’ll literally die, his throat closes up and stuff.”

I stared at her. Someone she was serving pizza to would die on contact with cheese? And she didn’t even bother to tell us that?!!?? Why in gods name was she even in a pizza place???

“Don’t you have anything without cheese?” She demanded.

I ended up doing a garlic rubbed crust with toppings.

I had to scrub down all the counters and surfaces and grab fresh bins for all the toppings to try to avoid any cross contamination and the extra time made her roll her eyes in exasperation. Like I’m sorry safety protocols are inconvenient but I hope this person you’re trying to murder leaves your life.

But anyway. Please be safe. Disclose your allergies.

fvckmegentlywithachainsaw

no i think places that serve food should disclose allergens in everything. if someone asks you for a pizza without cheese you should tell them if other ingredients ALSO CONTAIN CHEESE, that’s your responsibility. you should tell the person ordering cheeseless pizza about the cheese in the sauce EVEN WITHOUT THEM TELLING THEY OR SOMEONE ELSE IS ALLERGIC TO CHEESE. how is someone supposed to know there might be cheese in a tomato sauce?

obviously people who have food allergies/food related illnesses should be careful while eating out, but it is always the restaurants responsibility to tell the customers about allergens in the food, especially when someone orders something without a specific allergen, even if the person ordering doesn’t have an allergy or an illness. you should tell the sauce contains cheese to EVERY SINGLE CUSTOMER WHO ORDERS A CHEESELESS PIZZA NO MATTER WHAT

rottingwlw

as someone with a severe peanut and tree nut allergy, i find it insane that people who can go into anaphylactic shock simply order things "without [ingredient]". that's so stupid ???

i grew up with this allergy and i grew up going to restaurants. some people don't really understand the severity of allergies or just don't care, so you have to learn to stand up for yourself. i really do wish restaurants always disclosed all allergens (like "our pizza sauce has cheese") but realistically this will never happen unless it becomes a law.

the one time i had a severe allergic reaction was at a restaurant in the dominican republic. i said "i have a peanut and tree nut allergy so i can't have peanuts or [examples of tree nuts bc it doesn't translate well]" IN SPANISH (i am fluent) and the waiter reassured me that the food didn't have any nuts in it. lo and behold my food had a peanut sauce and had to use my epi pen and go to the hospital in an ambulance.

tldr; if you have allergies, don't be stupid and specify them when ordering food. i wish restaurants were better about these things, but it's always better to be safe than sorry.

rottingwlw

update it FUCKING HAPPENED AGAIN. i went to a restaurant and was confidently told that my food was safe. i was in the hospital for five hours.

pinkcarabiner

as difficult as it may be at times, i love being a lesbian. i am so beyond proud to call myself a lesbian. lesbian love, lesbian joy, and lesbian community have been some of the greatest gifts i have ever experienced. to be a lesbian is to be home.

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By Powder

Since the first breath I take everyday, memories invade my mind without asking permission, pushing me against the shadows of what I was and never will be again. It's a pressure, a fire that burns me from the inside and drags me without mercy but there are moments when it seems to dissipate and those are the ones that keep me alive.

But I can’t fool myself; that calm is only temporary. When he leaves, when his presence fades like fog at dawn, the monster wakes up. Silent, like a shadow stalking me, patiently waiting for the moment I am alone. And then, it pounces. It consumes me, its existence is a scream that echoes in my head. Its presence is the agony that runs deep, every time stronger, every time unbearable.

The worst part is that, no matter how hard I try, I can’t escape. The memory of that night, the one where everything changed, is etched into me like a scar that won’t heal, like a burn that won’t fade, that keeps burning deeper with every second that passes. It is the echo of my failure, the suffocated scream of my broken soul. It never goes away. There is no corner of my being that hasn’t been soaked with that darkness.

That night, when I saw the cold, determined look in Silco’s eyes, when I realized the sharp knife in his hand, something inside me broke. It was my last opportunity, my only chance for survival. It was that thought, that instinct, that made me throw myself at him without thinking, to hug him with the desperation of someone who knows there is no return. I knew it in that instant: if I could be something for him, even for just a second, maybe I could stop being nothing. Maybe, if I showed him how much I cared, he wouldn’t go through with what he was planning, that decision that would seal my fate of being invisible, of being a shadow without name, without identity.

Thankfully it went well and now here we are. I still think about it every moment but I've realized that I've started thinking differently, maybe I was changed. Thoughts rush in, an unstoppable storm in my mind. Sometimes they seem incoherent, absurd even, like fragments of a broken reality. Other times, however, clarity arrives, brilliant and penetrating, like a lightning strike cutting through the thickest darkness. I don't understand myself anymore but maybe I never did in the first place.