#and also bi

[firewasabeast]

I've never been big on the Rocker/Tommy twins idea but it's growing on me, it really is. They're kinda perfect as brothers who grew up in the same environment and took completely different yet similar paths as a result. When they were young they were close, tricking teachers and swapping classes because Donny could not fail another math test, and Tommy hated having to give speeches.

But their punishments were always vastly different. Their dad didn't get physical with Donny the way he did with Tommy. While they both got yelled at, a lot, Donny's punishments never lasted. "You're grounded for a month" got turned into a week, if that. While Tommy was regularly covering the bruises that littered his body.

Tommy resented Donny in a lot of ways, but Donny never quite realized that. He thought they were okay. Ran with different crowds, but otherwise fine. That is until two weeks after graduation, when Tommy left a note on his bed that he'd joined the army. He'd let them know when he was settled.

Then Tommy didn't make contact for over two years. Honorably discharged after an incident that he refuses to talk about. By that time, Donny had moved to LA and joined the LAPD. Went mostly by Rocker now, after taking their mom's maiden name and Tommy wished he'd thought of that first. Didn't realize Donny hated their dad as much as he did.

Rocker tries to get Tommy in with the LAPD, but Tommy's had enough of that life with the military so he decides on the LAFD instead. They keep in contact for a while, but there's a lot of unhealed wounds there and they disagree on how to deal with their dad and how to deal with life so they just drift apart.

Rocker goes on to be the silly, goofy, sarcastic, asshole that opens his heart to love (even if he's not great at choosing a partner 👀), and has fairly healthy coping skills. While Tommy goes on to close himself off more and more, not letting anyone know the real him because even though he acts all stoic and cool, he is actually terrified.

Anyway, Buck doesn't even find out about Rocker's existence until after he and Tommy break up and Tommy gets severely injured in a helicopter crash. Rocker finds out through the LAPD grapevine and shows up at the hospital, scaring the life out of the entirety of the 118, who are all waiting in the waiting room to find out if Tommy even made it through surgery.

[thetiredstuff]

i will always always always stand first in line to shout from the rooftops my absolute love for characters who were allowed to become full-fledged and well-rounded before we find out they're queer. not because there is anything wrong with characters who are queer from the get-go but because hollywood just can't seem to write well-rounded queer characters very well. so i'm so happy we got buck.

[ashcremated]

another old repost time! beloved silly headcanon that zuko got a tattoo during his banishment days (plus a side of zukki)

[minjimunji]

bi 4 bi percabeth,,,,, 👉👈

[demaparbat-hp]

He truly did.

[kkshowtunes]

google citing ao3 as a source is so unhinged

[seths-rogens]

i like to call this ‘popular mlm ships with freakishly similar name dynamics’

this means absolutely nothing i’ve simply been observing this for a hot sec

[maple-and-pie]

Pride Eeveelutions!

Edit: now as stickers!

[thethoriumreactor]

Have a meme because I have no self control

Lucifer just seems like the kinda guy who’d lose his mind over ppl being too hot (our bi short king)

I spent way too much effort on this pls like it ily 🙏

Bonus (radioapple) doodles as always (edit: I. I just realised I forgot Al’s monocle in both doodles. I am dying inside. Why did no one tell me.):

[deancasforcutie]

it's science

[bean-spring]

I hate whoever said "since Mel's theoretically and literally a mirror then it was about Viktor all along" because now gay Jayce won't leave my mind

[frogsinajar]

[mini-minish]

have you heard of that new hot spot in ba sing se 🍵

[crastledivorce]

Absolutely love how Gem still has her bi shoes in her red life skin

Diversity win! the woman who just killed you brutally is bisexual!

[inkskinned]

she had taken all of the pronouns in my poems and turned them masculine. every she was he. every her was him. i wrote about women dipping their hands into the honey of my chest and she had changed it in this stark, violent way. men now, in my work. in my ribs, i guess. how odd, to stare at it.

i write a lot about worshipping at the knees of my girl. what sapphic can resist the allure of chapel-talk, the divine nature of what is ours and ours alone. her hair in your shower. her chapstick melting in your car. when we say holy here, it is a different meaning. it is the smithing of our own haloes from mix-tape cds. no hammer to the anvil - only our own palms, skin scorching. forging every astral ray with the prayer please don't leave. our bible a history that is never taught in high school. we shape a church from the tent of her arched back. what other word for hymn but her voice. her moaning.

a poem can be stripped of its component parts, maybe, but can it still breathe? is it still the same ship? the words this woman changed, biting and spiraling up at me: my man is holy. i worship at his feet. he is the divinity of saturdays and the wheat of my communion and he is the hushed summer's glorious release.

it's common knowledge that you can say a word too-many times, and then it loses meaning. but here was something new: it wasn't that the words had lost meaning, but rather that they had shifted in the air somehow and turned radioactive to me. all of my words were otherwise unchanged, except for the unkind and glowing eye of him.

ivory-tower glowing in my aorta, i thought about talking to her on the sanctimonious and erudite level. telling her: a poem can be changed, can be erased or added to or demolished or reconfigured; but we do try to respect the original author. i would tell her i would have preferred her not change only the pronouns; that her actions felt like censorship rather than collaboration.

in front of me: you cannot cut him out of me, i was made to love him. no scrubbing, no penance. i will always come back to this house, come back to loving men.

i thought about telling her why her actions were cannibalism, not care. i would tell her about being 18 and pressured by my catholic family to accept a man as a partner; how i'd dated him for 5 years before being able to escape. how abusive he had been. how he had made me kneel in front of him - that i wasn't using the word worship idly, but rather as a reclamation. how i had to be re-taught even the concept of faith. how when i learned peace again, it was by the hand of a woman.

i thought about telling her about the wound behind it, the unceasing loneliness. i thought about telling her shape of the small and quiet hours; the fear; the endless and unpretty nature of just being queer. i thought about saying: all of my work comes from a place of pain.

i thought about telling her everything. when i finally found the words, it was only one: why? in that was the summary of all i felt: why not write her own poem? why change it so violently? and why choose my work, if she disliked it so much? why me?

i imagine she shrugged when she responded. all i got was a single sentence: "i really like your work but i want to be able to enjoy it without being made uncomfortable."

on her insta, her pinned post is of her boyfriend - now husband - proposing. they were married in 2023. congratulations. i really do hope she's happy.

i hope one day it stops hurting.

[bigfatbreak]

they both got bonked for being silly.