Just curious, do you still defend that "Snape had the worst friendzone ever" post?
I think that he wasn't treated correctly and it doesn't surprise me that he acted the way he did. When I was bullied I called my friend "gay" because I was angry. And he turned to the side that accepted him, I get that, happens all the time. Was he right? No. But was it logical and do I feel for him? Yeah. I think he should've tried harder to apologize to Lily but we never got to learn about their relationship and interactions after that.
I think that everyone needs to stop being like "ugh why did he do that" and realize that it's a cycle of abuse thing that's really common in real life. He was a very realistic character, and maybe people don't like him because they don't want to admit that the bullied character becoming abusive and socially inept is a common and true story.
He wasn't friendzoned. No such thing. But James Potter had no right to do what he did and he isn't a fucking hero either.
By the way, your supporting fetishization of gay men is really awful considering you're trying to be an activist
Well, originally I was going to answer this with something sarcastic, which is my usual answer to various things, but I think I've been waiting for this moment.
Let me start out by saying that wow. You're speaking to a teenager who is part of the LGBTQIAP community about something I doubt you truly understand.
I've made a short list of information I want you to understand how I feel about this, so there's no mix up:
1) John Watson is bisexual. There's no way around this. He's a bisexual man. He's not gay.
2) In a way, Sherlock is. He's homo-demisexual/demiromantic.
3) I believe they're two grown men who, over time, develop a relationship. I'm not the only person who believes this. People with literary degrees see what I see as well. I've read the ACD canon stories. They're jam-packed with subtext of their relationship, which was illegal in the time that they were published. Illegal to the point of death for our beloved author, Arthur Conan Doyle.
4) I wish they could have been in a relationship sooner, and me believing that these two men should get together in this adaption is basically because not only do these two men have very good on-screen chemistry, which is rare to find, but is it not also the time to do it?
5) If you're going to say I'm fetishizing them, may I please point out just one tiny thing. I notice you're a Superwholockian. No disrespect, honestly. A very good friend of mine is a Superwholockian and I'm not going to pound on you for that. I'm simply going to point out that in the first episode for the 12th Doctor, there was a married couple, two females, detectives, living in Victorian England, both seeming very similar to a beloved detective duo, both males. This episode was written by none other than our absolute favorite Sherlock author and creator, Steven Moffat.
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Yet, lets get personal. Lets start with the fact I've recently posted a little post pointing out I've been having a shitty time recently. Lets also add the fact that I haven't reblogged NSFW johnlock posts since before Christmas (yes, I went through my blog and checked. thank you.) Lets add the fact that it's my blog and my life. I'm allowed to like what I like. I'm allowed to theorize what I want to theorize.
Isn't there a post floating around about how people shouldn't bash on people of the LGBTQIAP about headcanoning their favorite characters as queer because maybe, just maybe, it makes them feel more accepted?
Yet, you spend your time writing a message to somebody you don't know and never have spoken to ever, a somebody who happens to be a grey-bisexual teenager who suffers from depression and really has been having a rough time with that recently, and hasn't really posted on tumblr since the new year. What did I ever do to you? Why do you find it so fucking important to message me a passive aggressive message?
...
you know what? I'm going to stop this.
I want you to have a nice day. Smile, make yourself a nice cup of hot chocolate, or some sweet hot beverage (or, if you're like me, get yourself something savory like a nice crisp pickle). Make yourself happy. Do what you love. Do what you feel passionate about, but please. Please. Don't send this to any other LGBTQIAP kid who likes a ship of two LGBTQIAP members. It's offensive and out of lines, and is basically starting something the other person never wanted. I don't know what I did personally to provoke you to send this, but whatever that was, sorry. On behalf of anybody else who pissed you off, sorry. Sorry for enjoying something.
Rules: Answer the questions the tagger has set for you in their post and make 10 new ones. Tag 10 people and link them to your post. Don’t forget to let them know you’ve tagged them.
1.Do you have pets? If so which one?
Yeap! A dog! She's a shih tzu and she's really dumb. But I love the crap outta her.
2.What languages can you speak? A bit or fluently?
I'm pretty fluent in English and Chinese. I'm also learning Japanese right now. Not really fluent with yet, but I can understand most sentences and give simple replies.
3.How would your dream date look like?
Hmm. A nice day just chilling at home and watching movies with good food I guess.
4.Things you want to archive next year.
Get accepted into a university of my choice.
Start a larger scale personal project, like producing a film or designing and animating my own characters.
Work on my art and 3d skills!
5.Ever done something so embarissing that you wanted to sink into a hole?
Tons. My life is filled with those. One of the more recent ones was when I made my 3 year old niece cry because I said "NO" when she was doing a performance of 'Do you want to build a snowman?' in front of my entire family. I got so much glares and I swear some of my relatives just ignored me for the rest of the day. I still feel bad about it. ugh
6.Favourite kind of traveling.
Food! I love food. I like to go on my own pace as well, I hate to be rushed by tour guides (or my parents). I mean, we are traveling to relax right??
7.Who was the last person you had a fight with?
A verbal fight? Hmm. I don't remember. I don't get into fights with people that much, because, well, I stutter a bit when I get agitated. If I have to say tho, it'll be my mum I guess. She threw a tantrum recently for something really trivial early in the morning, and I just went 'Seriously!? In the morning?' to her. (thats the closest i can get to a verbal fight.i'm weak as hell.)
Physical fight though, ermm, I was in a muay thai gym and we spar with each other pretty often. (I quit after a while, due to school) I 'll say it'll be one of the people in it then!
8.Do you love someone right now?
Like romantically? Nope. I dated once and it lasted for 9 months I think, it was last year. It ended horribly. Well, the entire thing was a mistake, and it was the most stress I've ever gotten. Since then I'm never got into a mood for a relationship, and I honestly don't really care. My work is on my priority right now.
9.What do you love more, long or short hair?
LONG HAIR! I had short hair till I was 14 and while it was cooling and comfy, I still prefer my current long hair.
10. One quote that discribes your life.
Fuck it.
It's not a quote but meh. I apply that to mostly everything I do. To be able to say 'fuck it' and do your best without worrying about how bad it'll/may turn out proves to be good for me.
My answers are boringly long, sorry! :)
My Questions!
1) Last book you read?
2) Coffee or Tea?
3) Where do you want to travel to the most?
4) Do you play games? Online games, board games whatever! All works! Whatcha favourite?
5) Who are you living with now?
6) Favourite movie?
7) Favourite fictional character? Why?
8) What do you think about Batman? (The one time I said "I fucking hate batman" I got into a agitated argument with a few of my friends. It was really funny. So I'm just curious now.)
9) What song is played most in your phone? or laptop or whatever you use to listen to music.
Kevin, Sam, and Bobby: People are constantly telling me I'm not ready for college, that I'm immature and can't take care of myself. I'm scared that I'm not, and I'm starting to believe them. I have Asperger's, a mild form of autism, and it's humiliating knowing that I'm not ready when I go to a college preparatory school and college is all anyone talks about
Hi there anon. Sam here.
People your whole life are constantly going to tell you what you can't achieve, what you can't do. I've heard it my whole life as well. I can't go to college. I can't handle this or that. And you know what I did to those people? I proved them wrong. You can do that too.
College is a great place to build maturity, which I'm sure you have already. It's a place where you can grow as a person without having to live completely on your own (which is why I highly recommend living in dorms your first year, if you can). It's where you meet friends, learn how to live on your own. There is so much more to college than just getting the degree.
So I assure you when I say that I think you are ready to go to college. Do not listen to what the people tell you. They see what they want to see, maybe not what's actually there.
I'm sure Kevin and Bobby might have something to add, if they're not too busy. Please return and let us know how you're doing!
- Sam Winchester
[admin note: I just wanted to add that I was terrified going to college. I was very dependent on the people around me and my social anxiety caused me to force my brother and friends to do literally everything with me. When I was forced to go to college, I learned how to live on my own and I think I definitely grew more confident in standing up for myself and being out by myself. So really, don't listen to what everyone else is saying. You are perfectly capable of handling college. Just thought I'd share. c: - Jordan]
Original Imagine Link: ✧ Imagine Dean coming to see you perform in Swan Lake as the Russian Princess for your first solo ever, during your last year of ballet as a senior, and giving you a hug, telling you how proud he is.
Warnings: None
Word count: 1858
Fic:
Monday
A car coming around the corner made you look up, and you hurried towards the Impala as it stopped by the curb. Sam was in the driver’s seat, and he smiled as you climbed in, hauling your backpack and dance bag with you.
“Hey y/n, how was school?” he asked, giving you a quick glance before pulling away and heading towards home.
“School was fine, nothing special,” you replied fidgeting with the flier on your lap. “Ballet was good; I think this show is going to be one of the best.” You smiled, looking out the window at the country highway. “You’ll be there right?” you ask, knowing the answer already.
“Sure,” Sam replies. “Aren’t I always?” And it’s true, he is. Even though the few times you found his obnoxious face in the audience he was obviously bored out of his mind, he’s been a faithful attendee of every performance and recital you’ve been in since you started dancing with this company.
“I don’t suppose you could wheedle Dean into coming?” you ask quietly. That was the thing about Dean, he was fine with you having other extracurricular activities, in fact he approved of ballet wholeheartedly after you used some of the moves you learned to outwit the ghost of a nasty dance teacher, but he flat out refused to spend any amount of time shut up in an auditorium watching you flit across the stage wearing a poofy tutu and satin shoes.
“You know how he is y/n, but I’ll try,” Sam promised.
“I know, I know, normally it’s fine, it’s just, well, it’s my last show this year, and then I graduate, and...” you had been about to mention that you’d been cast as the Princess, but you’d done such a good job of hiding the role for over a month now you didn’t want to spoil it with just a week to go.
At a red light Sam turned his massive frame towards you and affectionately mussed your hair, “I get it, this one is special, you have my word I’ll get Dean there one way or another.”
You giggled and swatted his hand away. “Thanks!”
—-
“I ain’t doing it, Sammy.” Dean shook his head tipping the last of his beer into his mouth.
“Dean, stop being an ass about it. She wants us both there, okay? No one said you had to enjoy it. Y/n is really proud of what she’s accomplished and if you would just give it a chance you probably won’t hate it.” Sam leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms giving Dean his best ‘I’m ashamed of you’ face.
Neither of them knew you were hiding around the corner listening to every word. You’d made a show of going to bed early to study for a test in the morning.
“Just let it go man, I’ll just tell her good luck before she goes and have some flowers or something for when you get back.” Dean shrugged like it was no big deal, you fought back tears and tried to stay silent.
Sam sighed and left the kitchen, you scurried away to your room hearing his boots thudding towards the door. He knocked.
“Yeah? Come in,” you said blinking fast to dispel the tears.
“Hey, I just wanted to say good luck on that test tomorrow, and don’t worry about Dean, I’ll get him there like I promised.”
He doesn’t know that you know he’s lying.
“Thanks Sam, g’night!” you chirp, just wanting him to leave. You sleep with a knot in your stomach that has nothing to do with the test.
—-
Tuesday
You were nervous. But you always got nervous. But usually you didn’t have a solo dance. But you knew your steps. But what if you screwed up? No, you’d be fine.
Right?
—-
Wednesday
You walked into the kitchen in the bunker early before either of the boys were up and found an old china bowl and spoon and poured yourself some cereal. After about 15 minutes Dean stumbled in with bed head and a faded t-shirt and sweats. He looked like shit.
“Morning,” you mumbled between bites.
Dean grunted and walked straight to the coffee maker that someone had thought to set the night before. After fixing himself a cup and taking a few sips he came to sit at the table by you and seemed to perk up a bit.
“My turn to drive today?” he asked, you nodded since Sam had taken the last two days. You wondered if there’d been any progress in getting him to change his mind, the show was on Saturday after all and it was coming down to the wire.
“Hey, Dean,” you asked taking a deep breath.
He looked up from his coffee.
“I was wondering if you wanted to come to my show on Saturday, I know you don’t really do that sort of stuff, and it’ll probably bore you out of your mind, but I’d really like if you came,” Now that you were talking you couldn’t stop, “I mean it’s my last show here and I’m really nervous but I always get nervous, I’m sure it’ll be fine, I just-“
“Y/n,” Dean interrupted with a smile quirking at his lips. “Breathe,” he reminded you.
“Right, sorry.” You nodded, embarrassed now.
“And you shouldn’t be nervous, you’re awesome! You always finish what you start and you kick its butt too! As for actually going to the show, why don’t you ask Sam, I’m sure he’d go.” Dean said with a shrug. He glanced at his watch and stood, “I’m gonna get dressed real quick and we’ll get you to school, alright?”
He was already gone when you nodded and muttered, “I wanted you both to come.”
—-
Thursday
The last rehearsal went great, you were glad to have the day of tomorrow to rest before the show, but even a great run through didn’t fully heal the hurt that came with Dean’s rejection.
As you left most of the younger girls called out “good luck Saturday!” and “Break a leg!” You smiled and waved heading to the meeting spot down the street.
It was Dean in the car again and you climbed in without a word. He either didn’t notice anything was wrong or chose to ignore it as he often did, opting to blast an old Warrant album instead of talking on the ride back to the bunker.
—-
Friday
“Dean, I’m not asking anymore.” Sam warned. “you’re coming with me tomorrow, so you better just accept it.”
“Good luck with that plan,” Dean said without much inflection.
“Seriously? Why are you being such an asshole about it?” Sam asked. “You do get that you’re being an asshole right?”
Dean shrugged.
“You know what? That’s low, Dean. Being a jerk to me I get, we’re brothers, even when I hate you I still love you. But y/n isn’t like that alright? You can’t treat her like she’s always gonna be around like I am. I’m stuck with you, like it or not. But she has a choice. And right now, I wouldn’t choose to stay with you either.”
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Saturday
You were going to throw up. You were going to throw up on stage, all over your rented costume and be laughed off stage and have to wear a bag over your face for the rest of your life.
But seriously though, the nerves wouldn’t let up. Even with just twenty minutes to curtain time you peeked through a small well placed tear in the curtain searching out Sam, you’d all but given up on Dean showing up at this point, but it was too dark and there were too many people milling around for you to recognize faces.
Time to focus now, 15 minutes to curtain up, and after that, there wasn’t time to worry about who was out there watching. This was your last show, and you’d be damned to hell before you’d let anyone ruin it for you.
“Places!” the stage manager called out and the constant hum from the crowd quieted. You closed your eyes and took a breath, this was your moment, your time, and you were going to rock it!
—-
The final curtain fell and you collapsed in a huge sigh of relief as the rest of the cast cheered and hugged congratulating each other on a job well done. You spent about 10 minutes chatting with some other dancers and then hurried out to the lobby to find Sam. The crowd was thick and it took a while to push through to a small clearing near the snack table. You finally found the back of Sam’s huge frame and squeezed between some more people until you were nearly pressed up against him.
“Hi,” you squeaked, and he turned around easily backing up those behind him to make room for you. And when he did you could see who he had been talking to. There, wearing jeans and boots and a beat up leather jacket and looking very uncomfortable with the whole thing was Dean Winchester.
You gaped open mouthed when your brain put together that he had actually showed up and sat through a four-act ballet because you asked him to.
“Dean?”
He just smiled and came to hug you tight, “Sorry for being such a jerk about this all week,” he whispered while he hugged you.
“No, yeah, I’m just glad you came.” You stammered, “Sorry I sound like an idiot.” You turned to Sam, “How did you get him here?” You ask furrowing your eyebrows, “Threats? Obedience spell? Blackmail?”
Sam just grinned and shrugged.
“Look y/n, maybe I was a little quick to judge this whole ballet thing, I mean, you were amazing up there!” Dean looked so genuinely proud that you felt your breath get caught in your throat,
“Thanks,” you murmured,
“And you didn’t say anything about it being a solo role, I just assumed you’d be one of the background dancers.” Dean smiled.
“I wanted to surprise you guys, and I was nervous about my first solo,” you admitted.
“y/n, you were beautiful,” Dean said, placing a hand gently on your shoulder. “You should be proud of that.”
“Thank you.” You blushed. “Let me get changed and we can go on home.” You smiled and stood up on pointe in your slippers to plant a kiss on both boys' cheeks. “You guys are the best!”
superwholockidancer: So, I just want to say thank you again for the oneshot and imagine. It helped calm my nerves so much, and this is one of the best experiences of my life. My brother came down from college to surprise me, and it was like the fanfiction came true. He has a personality so much like Dean’s, and the surprise was wonderful. Here’s a photo of me in my costume.
I'm actually bi, but I identify with lesbians on this issue since I'm attracted to women as well. It just gets frustrating searching for a good fic when there's so few that are just completely lesbian without straights or gays (attracted to men) in the fanfiction. Okay, venting done. I love your blog by the way.
I get that. I have many, many friends that are bisexual and representation is very important to them and it is important to me because it is important to them. It is one of my sincerest hopes that the representation of LGBT characters/couples continues to grow in popularity and that we can change attitudes on the internet and beyond when it comes to these things. I’m really sorry that finding fics is even difficult. :(
Never apologize for venting. We all need to it sometime and I don’t mind at all. If you ever need to vent, I don’t mind listening and trying to help if I can. If you ever want to vent privately just let me know and I won’t publish the ask and you can vent away. I definitely get the need to vent. :)
Thank you so much for the compliment! <3
I hope you have a great day and best of luck to your ship in the Zimbio poll!
