A mostly CowChop sideblog with sprinkles of other RT things and my fanfics. Main- bugzthesweet (Jay/24/She-Her) Prompts Always Open (seriously help me)
not that my input really matters, but i don’t know much of lgbt history other than bits and pieces of stonewall, a little bit of the aids crisis, and the legalization of gay marriage; i’m an actual child and nobody here (kentucky) educates anyone/gets educated on it
how about instead of shaming people—especially young people—for not knowing our history, we provide them with credible resources?
here’s a long list of LGBT+ historical events worth googling and learning about. i’m not sure if all the dates and details are spot on, but, again, this is really just a guide for what to research on your own. to warn you, a lot of this history is ugly, including things like the conflation of pedophilia and LGBT+ people, genital mutilation, homophobia, transphobia, nazis, and wide scale persecution.
Free Resources:
an interactive timeline of LGBT+ world history
The 1950s and the Roots of LGBT Politics (American-centric)
Before Stonewall: The Making of a Gay and Lesbian Community (warning: this documentary was made in the 80s and is dated in a lot of respects as a result; it also features quotes from Allen Ginsberg, who we now know was a pedophile, but it’s still very informative in terms of history)
a brief history of the bisexual movement from the 1960s-early 2000s (American-centric)
Bisexual.org has a TON of resources on bi (and often pan) history, historical figures, research, and media
“Here’s A History Of Bisexuality, From Ancient Egypt To Stonewall”
a brief timeline of trans history, beginning in the 1890s (European and American-centric)
“Gender Variance Around the World Over Time”
Some Purchasable Resources:
(most of these can be bought used online for pretty cheap and some can be found in libraries)
Before Stonewall: Activists for Gay and Lesbian Rights in Historical Context by Vern L Bullough (it’s a bit dated, but still informative)
A Little Gay History: Desire and Diversity Across the World by R. Parkinson
Sapphistries: A Global History of Love between Women (Intersections) by Leila J. Rupp
Gay Voices of the Harlem Renaissance (Blacks in the Diaspora) by A.B. Christa Schwarz
The Lavender Scare: The Cold War Persecution of Gays and Lesbians in the Federal Government by David K. Johnson
Queer Brown Voices: Personal Narratives of Latina/o LGBT Activism edited by Uriel Quesada, Letitia Gomez, and Salvador Vidal Ortiz
Transgender History: The Roots of Today’s Revolution by Susan Stryker
Asegi Stories: Cherokee Queer and Two-Spirit Memory by Qwo-Li Driskill
Shhh don’t tell everybody!! Buck didn’t want anyone to know it was him. But cmon it’s pretty damn obvious it was him. That man is hella thirsting over Eddie and like no one can even blame him. Eddie is so damnnnn sexy this season 🥵🥵🥵
we want to, from the bottom of our hearts, thank all of you for participating this year. the turn out was very low and we have made a gift for each of you (our own secret santa included)
we hope you like them and enjoy whatever future endeavors cow chop does in the new year. thank you for being with us for three years.
for @einchop: speak through fingers. rated t. novahd in the snow
for @talented-headache: miss me a little. rated t. some hundarhd fakechopness
for @hawkeyenaked / @infnite: it’s a warning, baby. rated t. novahd and a lock and a key
My @ccsecretsanta gift for @talented-headache, so sorry it's a bit late, my mistake! 💖💖💖
There's blood, just little droplets in the snow
Brett's ears are ringing,
This isn't what's supposed to happen.
This is wrong.
He is cold, so fucking cold, and alone. The team, are at home, he was the idiot who decided that he could do a job alone.
He can't.
Well…. most of it got done alone.
One little mistake, just right at the end. One little slip up of words, and they knew he wasn't who he said he was.
Then it was chaos, and not the fun kind.
His ears stop ringing, he hears footsteps.
This is it. I'm dead.
And then he isn't, and he's confused, Brett really should be dead, and his head hurts too much to really think about who the person dragging him through the snow is, so he doesn't.
Aleks is pissed, and kinda amazed.
Brett had been gone for hours, which isn't new, but no one knew where he was, not even lindsay.
So Aleks went to find him, even though it was cold, and wet.
California isn't supposed to snow, this is bullshit.
He remembered some deal that brett wanted to do, and the team thought it was stupid.
Not enough fun, too little payoff, something.
Its hours later when he figures out where Brett's is. There's too many abandoned buildings in California, but he finds the right one.
Or what was left of it.
Aleks is terrified, he's angry, and trying not to think of the worst possible outcome.
He finds blood, it's a trail, a stark contrast to the snow.
At the end of it is Brett, a little out of it, and very bloody.
Hopefully not all his.
Aleks does what he thinks everyone else would, and starts dragging the barely conscious Brett back to his car.
They'll figure out how to fix the deal, they'll blow up the building, bribe the cops, blame it on another gang, something.
What matters right now is that Brett is alive and mostly okay.
You thought your gift was late how about this?! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
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There is a fifty percent chance this was my fault, Aleks thought as he tried to whip the ketchup and potato mix from his hair. He could still see the ongoing battle from his hiding spot under the table he had commendered when he pushed Garrett over the bench. The other fifty absolutely belonged to the random man who pointed at them from across the restaurant. In all honesty he was lucky to only get some scrambled egg to his head and not Brett’s overly cautious bullet.
The asshole returned fire with his syrup bottle, the glass scattered on the floor in front of their table. The dinner was quiet for just that brief moment after it hit, that Aleks was able to reach down and casually dip his finger in the mess. He stuck his finger in his mouth and the look of absolute disgust on the man’s face was something he would remember for a long time.
“Return fire!” He yelled with all the dramatics of a reigning king in the criminal underworld that was Los Santos and just to prove him right that’s exactly what his dying crew did.
It wasn’t long before a full on fight had broken out on the floor. Food flying everywhere and maybe a knife or two were thrown about. Aleks swore he saw some poor bastard with a fork in his hand but that was before the mashed potato hit him. It was their last meeting as a crew before they all went separate ways, the second they stepped out of the basically rundown dinner they were likely never to see each other again. Where they went Aleks didn’t know just as he didn’t know where the last members had gone.
Not even his partner who all but vanished in the night with nothing left for them to find. Just gone to live out a retirement that was probably long deserved but still left a broken feeling in his gut that didn’t quite feel real yet. Not that any of it did after, life now felt like he was on a stepping stone trying to cross an overflowing river and he couldn’t see the next rock. One part exhilarating one part terrifying.
He knew some would stick together, a bond so reminiscent but so different than what Aleks had experienced that he didn’t want to step in and help. Let them find their own ways along the dangerous path created before them in Los Santos. But hell if he wasn’t going to watch them from afar just to see what chaos they would rain down on the broken city.
Others like Trevor, who Aleks hadn’t seen in what felt like years, would be nothing but a background thought to think about when there was no one to talk to. Or maybe they would fade away, like Anna who Aleks wasn’t even sure was fucking alive.
All Aleks knew was his own plans to get the fuck out. No he wasn’t retiring just taking some time to himself to start a solo run off the coast, just run and see where he ended up. The prospect was lonely and a part of him wanted to stay in the dinner with his friends never allowing the push to actually move him.
Aleks was content to watch the mess he started. Who knew that so many gangs ate at the same fucking place without even knowing it?
“Aren’t you going to fucking help?” Alec yelled over the other screaming, only to be heard because his head was looming over the edge of the table. He was covered in orange juice that someone from Fakehaus threw at him. A small stream of blood from where the glass had hit his face.
“Fuck no, don’t you know it’s dangerous out there, man.”
Alec just laughed at him before he rolled off the table and tackled Jakob to the ground. Not to save him but just because he could. It wasn’t long before Garrett joined there pile with some gravy he must have stolen from the very tired looking chief. They were the only ones he could see through the crowd, everyone else long gone.
It isn’t until the red and blue lights start flashing in the window that everyone starts to panic. They’re a distance away but sure enough like always the cops were there to ruin everyone’s fun. Or Aleks’s at least.
Aleks runs towards front door while everyone scatters towards the back. He’s fast enough to make it before the cops are even on their street, even if he slips and falls in spaghetti. He doesn’t recognize anyone as they run, he almost wishes he could but he lets that thought go before it can linger.
He runs to the first car that isn’t his and breaks the window with the butt of his gun. The only trusty thing he’s had after years in their line of business. One that Aleks has only ever known, thrust into it as a meer child with nothing to his name in a town he barely remembers.
He’s in the middle of trying to remember how to hotwire a car when the passenger side door is all but yanked open. Aleks immediately has his gun pointed at the person trying to slide onto the seat and is only meet with the deadpan look that only Brett can pull off.
“What you think you can survive without me?” Brett asked, the amusement in his voice not hidden at all. He takes out a keyring from his jacket pocket, their escape dangling on his fingertip like the sweet temptation it was. “I think the fuck not.”
Aleks grins and for the first time in a long time it feels real. He reaches over the center to reach for the keys but instead kisses Brett with all the ferocity of people about to run from the law. He still takes the keys and with that they start a chase that will run long into the night and out into the Los Santos desert.
Despite all the gifsets I’ve seen of this, I’ve never actually seen the video. His extra douchebag comments at the very end…
Also, this is the first time I remembered to go find his name: Matthew Broussard. I’m not doing any in-depth looking, but a quick peek at his twitter produces bits like:
“As a Jew, I love three things: bagels, summer camp, and being told what is and isn’t anti-Semitic by gentiles.”
“The politicization of climate change is a conspiracy by introverts to avoid small talk about the weather.”
mocking the Tangerine Menace, his sycophants, and racism/sexism/anti-semitism/anti-science/etc in numerous posts
“Nobody knows more about the Dunning-Kruger effect than me.”
“I bet the worst part of hell for Hitler is all the selfies he’s asked to be in.”
“Stand up has allowed me to work with people from a wide array of social, economic, racial and educational backgrounds and also 4 women.”
“Trump fears terrorist immigrants because they’d be stealing a job from white people.”
“Jews secretly sponsored a caravan of Honduran refugees secretly containing murderous Muslims. This is a racist conspiracy turducken.”
“If you think women are too sensitive, try underestimating a man’s height by more than 2 inches.”
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