Gay monster
"not everyone in stranger things is gay"
...
"max, lucas, dustin theyre all great but... its hawkins, its not the alike without you"
"its not my fault you dont like girls! (projecting)"
"you're the heart!"
"did I make you? are you real?"
*mike "my gf is mad at me let me ingest chips and lay on the couch vs my leading friend is mad at me allow me bike across town in the rain and request for forgiveness" wheeler*
*Owen assuming max is a guy (& probably el's significant other bc shes so worried)*
*el literally running around trying to find a way to save max all s4*
*EL LITERALLY REVIVING MAX WITH HER LOVE?????*
*mike literally staring at will and his lips every time he's on screen*
*will "gay panic" byers giving veiled love confessions left and right the whole season*
*rovickie/byler parallels every 2 seconds*
*robin and nancy literally holding hands*
*eddie calling steve enormous boy??????*
be so fucking fr rn, atp it would be more of a surprise if they were straight💀💀
I’d like you, if possible, to open any form of social media. Please go to that social media’ search function and search some form of monster of your choice. Perhaps vampires, werewolves, witches, zombies, whatever it may be. Now, as you scroll, keep and eye out for accounts that openly advertise that the user might be queer. How long did it take you? Minutes? Seconds? It’s a truth that many are distantly aware of, that homosexual people have a strong affinity for monsters. But why? Why does the queer community admire monsters and villians alike? Why those when we could adore the strapping heroes and the damsels in distress? Well, I argue that it is because these monsters are inherently queer.
Queer culture has been surrounded by counter culture for as lengthy as it has been alive. The two are not just integrated, they are one and the same. Queerness has always been seen as the “other”, something demonized and awful. In response to that, the homosexual community has leaned into the idea that we are “other”. From breaking gender norms to pushing boundaries, to be lgbtq+ is to question society. Many monsters do the same. Though that is portrayed as something evil, something to
Corrupt: A Gay Monster Romance
This retelling of The Princess And The Frog (would we call it retelling?) is for damn sure way distinct from what I've read so far, not only the original tale, of course, but also all the unwind of the stories and I gotta say, this author's ideas are really something else. They've been pondering about this for a while, you can tell. 😄
And I mean, we're getting a giant, buff, bearded grassy guy instead of a frog, so I think we're good here. AND he doesn't get a human in the end. Frosch stays a monster.Yep. Sold.
Damn, this was fantastic. It really was. Anytime I'll look at another lake or a Frosch laundry detergent for that matter, I will definitely think about this story. 😂
🔵 An enchanted, magical lake
🟣 A guardian and ruler of that said lake
🟢 A adolescent prince
🟡 A golden ball, of course
🔵 A surprisingly accepting kingdom
🟠 Age gap - a few centuries, but in present the prince is 26 while Frosch would be a decade or so older, he's definitely mature
🟢 Size difference *fanning myself*
🌶️ Tentative, but sexy - creature in a same-sex attracted relationship wasn't practiced or accepted widely, so a
Where I’m from, a minor town in the middle of nowhere, the lgbtq+ man was the bogeyman. He was constantly waiting to prey upon the hapless straights in their locker rooms, salivating at the prospect of converting them to the queer dark side with his bite. All things vile and repulsive were his domain — report cards, emotions, curfews, and books, to name a scant. All these things were gay, because they were bad.
If you were suspected of being The Lgbtq+, you were met with proverbial torches and pitchforks. I was one such suspect, singled out for my swishiness, my lisp, and my admission that I kind of enjoyed “Breakaway” by Kelly Clarkson, a major tactical blunder. I found myself hiding in the shadows of the auditorium behind a stage curtain during lunch to avoid torment. I didn’t feel particularly forceful at the time, but the fact remained: People hated me because they were afraid of me.
Like many other young homosexual people, I rooted for the villains in Disney movies, who were often coded to have traits similar to mine, love Scar’s dripping sarcasm or Jafar’s fondness for eyeliner. The heroes seemed to have more in usual with the people that made my life miserable. They always ended up i