#bisexual silence

[happyunbday2u]

Me telling my mom about a crush I actually like and her being supportive of it and actually good mom about it and realizing she wouldn’t be if it was a girl

[jediwizard]

HAPPY PRIDE YA'LL

[justasolitarianboy]

[wilcze-kudly]

The fire ferrets share one braincell here is my evidence

[stuffforme2]

I LOVE how the show pushes Nick's obsessive attatchement to Charlie, we can see it in the books yet no one really talks about it or notices it but in the show it's being smeared in our faces so we have to see it. We can see that Nick isn't okay and that makes sense! He had only recently discovered himself he doesn't feel like he needs to hide who he is or pretend to be something he's not he can be comfortable and Charlie helped him find that.part of him.so.ofciurse he's going to be reliant on Charlie! Because he's been hiding for so long he doesn't know who he is anymore and he relies on Charlie to help him build this new part of himself.

Charlie helped Nick wake up. Helped Nick find himself. So when Charlie leaves Nick can't help but question if he's even allowed to be himself without Charlie he can't help but question if he is only himself with Charlie and if he is anything without Charlie.

The time without Charlie was tough and emotional but also what Nick needed if he stayed with his unhealthy attatchement to Charlie permanently then it would only fester into something more drastic. Nick feels like he needs Charlie but "one person can't cure mental illness." Nick is Ill. He loves Charlie but his attatchement is unhealthy and I think that's what he realizes durig their time apart.

He loves Charlie, he loves Charlie so much, but he can't make Charlie his everything. He needs to be himself even when Charlie isn't around.

Don't make one person your everything, even if you love them. You need to be you outside of them.

[pxparkerr]

peter parker bisexual moments

[marylenjackson]

Happy bisexual visibility day 🎉

For all bisexuals, love who you want and be proud of who you are, no one can judge you, you are beautiful just the way you are💜

In Osemanverse bisexual are represent by Nick Nelson (Heartstopper), Francis Xavier (Radio Silence) and Luster Bird (I was norn for this) 🌈

[whos-madi]

All I am is gay

[vague-bisexual-crimes]

I have a condition called bisexuality which means I’m hot and whenever I see a bisexual Osemanverse character I gain more power

[lonely-lesbian69]

SINCE WHEN WERE THERE ILLUSTRATED VERSIONS OF THE COVERS IM SCREAMING

[nottizzyy]

★𝐼𝑁𝑇𝑅𝑂 𝑃𝑂𝑆𝑇★

𝐻𝑖𝑖！𝑀𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝐼𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝐼𝑧𝑧𝑦，𝑖’𝑚 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐴𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑂𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛．𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑑，𝑁𝑖𝑐𝑘，𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒，𝑇𝑜𝑟𝑖 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑀𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 （𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝐵𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦）𝑀𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝐴𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑅𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑜 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒！𝑆𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖’𝑚 𝑛𝑒𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤．

𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑁𝑒𝑡𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑥 𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐻𝑆 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠．

𝐼’𝑚 𝐼𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ！

𝐴𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑜 𝑖’𝑚 𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑖 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑓 （𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚）

𝑀𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝐵𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝐸𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐！(𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒）

𝑀𝑦 𝑚𝑏𝑡𝑖 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑓𝑗 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖’𝑚 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡

𝑀𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑖𝑠 ysaa._bel 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑔𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒！

𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑜！

𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑟𝑛！🤘🏻🤘🏻

[jediwizard]

It's crazy how Alice creates the most diverse but also relatable characters. There are characters of different sexual orientations, different races, genders, mental illnesses, family life and eating disorders. They're all so different??? but there's something that binds them all together. For example, I relate to Tao and his love for films but I also relate to Georgia with her loyalty to her friends, and I relate to Tori but I relate to Frances and her obsession to do well in school and not be a disappointment, but I relate to Lister but I... They're all different, but there's something so familiar about them and you can see similar traits in each of them in yourself. you're never just one character, but a perfect mix of a bunch of them. I feel like a collage or mosaic of my favourite characters. Not just the four of them, but all the characters, like Aled Last, Micheal Holden and Elle Argent.

Alice Oseman's characters radiate comfort and warmth. Her books give the same vibes as curling up in you're cozy messy bed after an exhausting day at school or work, buried under a mountain of blankets when it rains or snows outside. The months between September and February when the sun sets early and you get to wear extra layers of clothes like that oversized black hoodie to cover your face from the unfamiliar or jean jacket covered in fandom pins. Returning to your room filled with artifacts from your childhood, old middle-grade fantasy books you haven't touched in like four years but wouldn't sell or donate because they mean too much, book reports and DIY science projects from 3rd grade and that movie poster filled haven where you could leave the stresses of the real world behind.

All the lights are off, except for those fairy string lights above your bed. You're sipping a hot cup of tea or hot chocolate, rereading your old favourite books you loved as a teenager and watching that old favourite film that you've seen so many times that you can remember all the dialogue to, but you watch it anyway. Listening to that carefully curated 90s indie rock playlist from 2019 to drown out and forget the world outside. listening to artists like cavetown, girl in red, the 1975, Arctic monkeys, phoebe bridgers and the smiths. staying up wayyyy too late, the only light being the screen of your laptop or phone, reading fan fiction on AO3 while your whole family's asleep. That warmth and authenticity that you don't find much in modern media. The nostalgia. How she accurately portrays what actual teenagers are like, both the good and the bad. and every other feeling in between. confusion and the odd feelings of growing up, especially how characters like georgia and Nick never realized their sexualities until later (it can be nerve-wracking to figure something out), but also people who have known who they are since forever like frances and charlie. knowing yourself but also feeling like a complete stranger in your body. i don't know how, but even if you're reading it for the first time, @chronicintrovert books have the feeling of returning home.

[queerquaintrelle]

For those of us with taste who appreciate women…

Tagging: @malicious-compliance-esq, @dhavernasty, @spellbound-multi, @musicboxmemories, @hannibalmetaresource,, @deerabigailhobbs & @hannibelles ❤️

Ft this Gif for funsies, snooze on the bicon lady you lose @ Will Graham & Hannibal Lecter (bisexual - Will Graham, and pansexual - Lecter), bi-male lean, demisexual Abigail Hobbs is real to me but we digress.

The only ladies I am okay with Hannibal Lecter kissing are Clarice Starling and Bedelia and that’s cause they can play and beat him at his own games. It’s canon Thomas Harris said so.

Will can kiss whoever he wants, he’s just enough of a pathetic wet dog bisexual loser (canon) to make him tolerable, otherwise I would punch him for objectifying Abigail.

[heartstopper-0bsessed]

“are you drunk?”

“i’m a poet” .

- solitaire

[touloserrrr]

[hotluncheddie]

for @thefreakandthehair spring fanworks challenge! i chose the dialogue prompt “Listen, I’m a fern, okay? I need sunlight.” thanks so much lex for doing this again! so fun!!

(high school steddie, post s2 pre s3, 1.6k)

(now on Ao3 !)

🌱

Eddies Munson is the Marmite of middle ages female teachers. They either take his theatrics and short attention span in stride, seeing that yes he is trying he just needs things done a little differently. That he does genuinely think he’s funny when he spouts his little lines, the joke being aimed at the room and not at the teachers expense. That yes he is trying actually and does want to graduate, a lil’ help maybe? 

They either see that for what it is. Or, they hate his fucking guts. 

The theater teacher, much to his continued chagrin, seems to be in the latter. Which is abysmal, awful. Genuinely soul crushing for one Eddie munson.

Why? Because he needs to pass theater, with extra credit (for being ‘an integral and helpful part of the spring show’) in order to potentially scrape through and pass the year. Having to take senior year again you’d think some teachers would cut you a little slack, even to just see the back of you. But no, not in Eddie's experience. They fuck you over same as always. 

That's how he’s sitting out back on the theater building steps, dying for the cigarettes in his van. But he doesn’t wanna go over there. Can’t go over there, because he's dressed like a glorified shrub. 

‘Oof, what are you supposed to be?’

Oh how wonderful, beautiful, a truly glorious turn of events. Steve Harrinton is here. Eddie rests his face in his hands for a moment and resists the urge to scream. Steve Harrington in his stupid blue jeans and his new stupid glasses that he sometimes wears, which shouldn’t look as good as they do. Shouldn’t fit his stupid pretty face but they do. They do and Eddie wants to cry.  

Squinting up at Steve, who's haloed by sun rays because his giant, massive head is directly over the spring sunshine, Eddie sighs.    

‘I was supposed to be Puc, but noooo I'm the dry ass narrator with no creative freedom.’ He flings his arms up and glares down at the toes of his sneakers. Away from Harrington's big, stupid face. 

Because that's the real kicker. He likes theater, wants to be in the play, but whenever he tries to act the teacher just seems to think he's goofing off. And sure, maybe he took some creative liberties with the audition script. Maybe they’ve been in a sort of stalemate with the tone of voice the narrator should deliver certain lines in. But that's art, man! Interpretation! But the iron fisted Ms Farrel is having none of it. So Eddie has to take regular breaks to seeth.  

‘Puc? like hockey puck?’ Steve interrupts Eddie’s internal monologue, sounds actually confused. Oh to be pretty.

‘Listen, I’m a fern, okay? I need sunlight. so move outta the way would you. you're harshing my mellow.’ 

‘Geez sorry dude.’ Steve moves so he's next to Eddie, leaning up against the building wall. He messes with something in his jacket, moving it to the back of his jeans, then slips a pack and lighter out and lights up, talking out the corner of his mouth. ‘You want one? apology for the mellow? condolences for the outfit?’ 

Eddie rolls his eyes, fights down his smile. That was actually funny, maybe there were genuine reasons this guy was popular. Ones beyond generational wealth. 

‘Apology accepted Harrington.’ Eddie hums, plucks a smoke from Steve’s carton. Tries to steady his heart rate at Steve lighting if for him, leaning in and cupping his hand to protect the flame from the breeze and everything.  

Eddie inhales deep, closing his eyes to savor the taste. Feels a bit calmer now, less like screaming. ‘What are you doing here anyway? it’s Friday at 4, you not got fair maidens swooning for a romp with king Steve?’ Eddie peeks back over at him, sees Steve looking Eddies hand holding the smoke poised by his lips. 

‘Huh?’ Steve’s eyes snap up to meet Eddie’s eyes, ears tinting pink. Weird. 

‘You looking to score huh? Well, not right now, I’m wallowing.’ Eddie rubs at his eyes, glowers at the rustling of his costume.  

‘Oh nah, no, I needed some uh, extra credit. Had to talk to Ms. O’Donald.’ Steve pulls some rolled up papers out of his other back pocket and wiggles them. 

‘Ah a man after my own heart, I see.. Or are you just doing it to get into some Ivy League?’ Eddie cocks his head, sneers at the rich boy.

Steve just laughs, no anger. Scratches the back of his neck. ‘God no, I think I uh, missed the application deadline actually. Had, um, some health issues, so.’ He fiddles with his wire frames, looks embarrassed, maybe a little sad.

Eddie eyes him, The Fallen King. Steve Harrington. Eddie never really had that much of an issue with him. Always paid for his weed upfront and seemed to interact with Eddie with an air of vague boredom rather than, like, wishing Eddie was dead in a ditch. Plus there were those couple parties where Steve was wasted and spent some of the night just hanging around Eddie while he dealt. He was kind of a goofy drunk, kept asking Eddie what shampoo he used, refusing to take ‘whatever's cheapest’ for an answer. So, seeing him looking even slightly like a kicked puppy has Eddie’s “look out for people who know how cruel the world can be” radar going off. He doesn’t know the story but some shit went down with Harrington, you can't cover bruises like that.  

‘Well, don’t sweat it too much. Doubt anyones gonna start calling you four eyes. You’re still the cream of Hawkins crop dude, Ivy league or not.’ Eddie heaves himself up to stand, crushing the but of his cigarette out under his shoe. 

‘Plus, your extra credit looks like that.’ Eddie points at Steve's fist of papers. ‘While mine looks like this.’ Eddie holds his arms out, giving Steve a twirl and ending with a bow. ‘So cheer up buttercup.’

Steve dips his head and chuckles, looks up at Eddie through his lashes, grinning. It’s all sunshine and long days, sun warm skin and freckles. 

Eddie swallows and looks away. Bounces his shoulders against the brick. 

Steve clears his throat, mirrors Eddie’s positions against the wall. ‘Look, there is actually something I want to talk to you about. You run the D&D club right?’

Eddie hardens a little, see Harrington’s pretty chill, especially for the past year. But Hellfire is his baby. Eddie’s baby, full of Eddie’s people. 

‘I do.’ 

‘Right, so there's these kids I babysit and uh, they really like that game. They start highschool in the fall and I just wondered if you’d tell the other members to maybe keep an eye on them? Let them join and like, you know.’ Steve gestures vaguely to the school around them. 

Eddie can't help it, he moves so he’s back standing, facing Steve. Steve Harrington who just asked him to look out for kids, who he babysits for. Wearing glasses and looking like honey. While Eddie is covered in paper leaves and wearing what could honestly be argued as tights. What the fuck? 

‘Babysitter huh?’ Eddie smirks but sees the way Steve squares his shoulders and turns to face him, daring him to keep going. Eddie’s smirk softens to a smile. ‘I’ll let the guys know Harrington. Or, uh, recruit them myself if, you know, the extra credit doesn’t work out.’ And Steve smiles, understanding but there's no pity on his face. 

‘Thanks Eddie, appreciate it.’ Steve tugs on one of his leaves which makes Eddie blush because he's stupid and the straight boy in front of him is being nice. His name in Steve's mouth getting tucked away for a rainy day.  

‘Anytime.’ Eddie says quietly, finally noticing how close they’ve gotten. 

‘I’ll have to come see the play. Make sure to voice how “that narrator really puts on a show, truly spectacular”.’ Steve crosses his arms and brings a hand up to his chin, as if he's some snotty theater critic. Eddie snorts. ‘Butter up Ms Farrel for you.’ and Steve winks. Eddie's breath catching in his throat. 

‘I’d like that.’ Eddie rasps. Lame. Why is he so LAME. 

‘It’s settled then. See you front row.’ Steve smiles, boyish and charming. Eddie swears Steve's eyes flick down to his lips. But he's also willingly dressed as a tree so his judgment can't be trusted right now. 

‘Munson!!’ A voice calls from inside making Steve and Eddie jump, moving so they’re no longer standing almost toe to toe. Breaks over it seems. Eddie is definitely not looking forward to going back in there but, needs must. 

‘Well, uhm, duty calls.’ Eddie steps back. Giving Steve a little two finger salute, turning to go back up the steps. 

‘Break a leg’ Steve watches him go, a little amused glint to his smile. Eddie only trips over his feet a little ascending the stairs.  

Steve starts to walk backwards, towards the parking lot. He raises his voice slightly and Eddie stops in his tracks to listen. ‘Nice seeing you in a different outfit. You look a lot less scary.’ and that amused glint flashes in his eye, like he knows Eddie’s never really been scary at all. ‘I’ve been trying out a new look myself, sort of inspired by you.’ Steve winks again, turning on his heel and Eddie gets a full view of the light blue hanky shoved in Steve's right back pocket.

Eddie coughs, splutters, feels his brain fizzle and the blood in his body moves treacherously to one place. Sees Steve throw his head back and laugh as he walks away, must have heard Eddie choke on his own tongue. 

He needs a moment, slumping back down on the steps. Steve Harrington who babysits. Steve Harrington who's gonna come see his play. Steve harrington who might not be so straight after all. 

Maybe spring is his season.