#chaos bisexuals

[captainlynxx]

Posting something gay every day for pride month

Post 3/30

Tosh and Ianto are torchwood threes chaos bisexuals and they wear that title with pride.

[incorrect-transpirings]

Listen all I’m saying is Zara Kahn from Archer and Lila Pitts from The Umbrella Academy would fuck

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC Constantine Jr: Father Son Bonding

So John Constantine is more than a bit of a hoe. He’s a disaster bisexual who’s taste in men is “Big and strong enough to fold him like a folding chair” and his taste in women is “competent and could probably kick his ass”

Both describe Doctors Jack and Maddie Fenton

So, I propose that Constantine had a fling with both of them and the resulting threesome resulted in Danny. And I don’t just mean that only one of them is his father, I’m talking more Greek Mythology where the mother slept with both a god and a mortal and both were the resulting child’s father. Danny is the son of both Jack and Maddie Fenton, AND John Constantine.

Probably due to some meddling from Clockwork

So, cut to years later. and Danny is starting to awaken some magical abilities. And thus, John finds out he has a son with the wacky ghost hunter couple he hooked up with years ago. Now Danny is dealing with the fact he has another dad that’s just a disaster of a person, as well as his uncontrolled magical abilities awakening. John is just trying to figure out how to be a functional adult while Danny stays with him for the summer, and if the kid could not mess with his many dangerous magical trinkets that would be great

Aka, Danny spends the summer with his estranged magic dad to learn how to handle his sudden magic powers and causes chaos.

Danny also seems to have inherited John’s resistance to omniscience, much to the displeasure of the Observants. He was bad enough when they could tell what he was going to do...

[daily-dose-of-kermit]

happy pride month :]

[menacewithawolfcut]

if this post reaches 500 notes, i will start a podcast where i will talk about my fictional crushes in a totally unhinged manner, like britanny broski talks about masked men, traumadump without anyone asking for it, and about various topics that make my serotonin levels go brrr (mostly about art, history/culture and queer stuff), video essay-ish-style, but executed in a worst way possible

[weighty-ghosts]

When you’re drunk and spot your attractive rival across the room and feel the need to go antagonize his stupid symmetrical face

[ingravinoveritas]

Michael straight up writing erotic gay fan fiction about Lucian and Aro in a 2012 interview and I am losing my mind...

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

After Bruce's identity gets revealed as batman: how I think it would go

Random socialite : YOU FUCKING BITCH , WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU COWARD

Random socialite (2) : SHUT THE FUCK UP KAREN I PEGGED BATMAN

[scruffy-househusband]

it is officially june the month of the gays so enjoy this

[echo-stimmingrose]

Thalia: Stop looking at my brother.

Percy: What? I'm not looking at him.

Thalia: I'm just saying, i know he's your type and all but don't look at him.

Percy: What makes you think he's my type?

Thalia: Oh please, he's a tall blond warrior with a face scar. Of course he's your type.

Percy: That is not my type.

Clarisse: Yeah it is. Luke, Annabeth, Jason. They all fit.

Percy: Woah I never had a crush on Luke!

Thalia: Uh huh, sure you didn't.

Percy: I didn't!

Clarisse: There has been one exception to the tall blond warrior type though.

Thalia: Oooh who is it?

Percy: Do you just spend your time gossiping about my romantic life?

Clarisse: *ignores him* Charles Beckendorf.

Thalia: Really?!?

Percy: I-You- *rubs his temples* You know what I'm not even gonna try to argue with that one.

[will80sbyers]

Yaz & Sammy | Jurassic World: Chaos Theory

[perpetual-trashcan]

The funniest thing to come out of today was that when my little brother heard about the Try Guys cheating scandal, he started another rant about how these straight white guys make a career from supposedly loving their wives only to cheat on them (continuing on from the rant he had after John mulaney) and how they can’t be trusted….

Only for him to stop half way through and looking at me with this semi horror before asking “wait can I be trusted?”

[whereserpentswalk]

It's so iconic that bisexual is a label that has no gendered implications. There are bisexual girls, and bisexual guys, and bisexual enbies. It's so cool and genderless.

[emoryinaboat]

I cannot take early Spike seriously anymore because he spent like 12 episodes tied to a chair in Giles' house drinking blood out of a union jack mug and also every time him and Buffy are onscreen I'm reminded that they fucked hard enough to bring a building down. Also I get Rest In Peace stuck in my head.

[menacewithawolfcut]

giggling kicking my feet blushing twirling my hair

[lichilly]

cw—pwp (porn without plot) we are hopping right into it folks, reader is referred to as cute and pretty, reader has a vagina, Jill is a pussy eating fiend, one small moment of Jill speaking inside your head

wc— 1,199 words

(Forgive me if this is not up to par, I haven’t written smut in a long time so I’m still finding my footing!! I hope you guys enjoy <33)

“Jill…” Her name slipped from your lips in a desperate whisper, your voice trembling with embarrassment. Your fingers clung to her shoulders, seeking support in any way you could. She lifted your thighs higher, pressing them up towards your chest, her thumbs caressing the sensitive skin at the back of your knees. Each touch sent shivers cascading through your body. You were completely bare, all except your underwear.

Her smile brushed against your inner thighs, her lips trailing slow kisses along the tender skin. Each kiss inched closer to your core, your hips rising instinctively, seeking more.

“You’re very eager today, Sunflower,” she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. Her nose brushed teasingly against the damp fabric of your panties. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

She flattened her tongue against you, licking slowly up the wet patch staining the fabric of your panties. Your fingers trailed down her biceps, nails grazing her hot skin. She moaned at the faint taste of you, the sound vibrating against you. Plump lips closed around your swollen clit, sucking at the fabric with a fervent hunger that made your hips buck in short, desperate jerks.

“Jill—!” you shrieked, eyes rolling back, a fog of pleasure clouding your mind as you panted heavily.

Her lips released your clit, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against the now spit-soaked fabric. The sudden loss of contact made you whimper down at her through the haze of need.

“I’m sorry for teasing you, Sunflower… It’s just,” she trailed kisses up your clothed mound, her teeth grazing the hem of your panties, “you make such cute sounds when I do.”

Her fingers bunched the laced hem, gripping your hips as she tugged the material down your legs. A gust of cool air hit your exposed cunt, sending another shiver through your already trembling body. The curtains swayed gently in the breeze from the open window, the room dimly lit by the setting sun.

“Could you hold your legs up for me, Sweetheart?” she asked, her voice sweet, as if she was asking you for a more innocent favor.

You blinked at her, breathing heavily, before the request registered in your foggy mind. Nodding, you tucked your hands under your calves, holding your legs up to your chest once more.

“Thank you…” she murmured, a soft smile playing on her lips as she tucked her face back between your thighs, now unhindered by any flimsy cotton.

Your body tensed at the closeness, every nerve ending alight with anticipation. Her eyes were locked onto you, studying every twitch, every shiver. Your hands shook as you held your legs, body aching for more. Her hands cupped over your ass, thumbs tracing the sensitive skin where your thighs met, mere millimeters away from where you needed her most. She pulled at the skin, spreading you open wider, her gaze never leaving you.

“Gosh, Sunflower, you’re making such a mess!” she laughed sweetly, watching your face scrunch up in a bashful pout.

“Let me clean you up,” she reassured, her voice trailing off as her tongue traced up a trail of wetness.

Your mind fogged over, body relaxing as your head fell back against the pillows. Her tongue continued its slow, deliberate journey, licking at your fluttering entrance with heavy flicks. She moaned, savoring your taste, her eyes closing in focused bliss as she drank you in. Panting moans filled the room, punctuated by gasps and the repeated plea of her name. She couldn’t get enough, her hands pawing at your hips to pull you closer. A mix of drool and slick dripped down her chin, your wetness foaming against her lips.

With each flick of her tongue, she brought you closer to the edge, the hot knot inside your tummy tightening. Words became babbles, thoughts melting into incoherent sentences. All you could think of was Jill, how she had woven herself into the most intimate parts of your being.

She smiled against you, her eyes opening to meet yours. “Open your eyes, Sunflower. Let me see your pretty eyes,” she pleaded against you, the words muffled but clear. You obeyed instantly, tearful eyes meeting hers.

You tried to focus, the knot inside you burning, aching to be cut loose. She hummed in satisfaction, her eyes locked with yours as she sped up her licking. She was everywhere, her hands kneading your skin, her nose brushing against your clit as her tongue filled you.

“Jill—I’m gonna—” you pleaded, feeling the fire inside you start to consume you. All your senses were heightened, a dewy fog clouding over your eyes as your ears hummed. It felt as if your bedroom was breathing with you, the curtains brushing against the window pane with each inhale and flowing away with each exhale.

Jill’s lips wrapped around your clit once more, her eyes dripping with primal need. She sucked, the tip of her tongue flicking against the overly sensitive bundle.

Let go.

Her voice whispered within your consciousness, wrapping you in honeyed words.

Cum for me.

Your lips trembled, eyes flickering shut as you let yourself crash into pleasure. Your vision went black, ears ringing as waves of ecstasy raked over your body. You jerked, letting go of your legs and weaving them into her soft hair. You mumbled her name between gasps and pleas, not even recognizing your own voice anymore. She released your clit with a pop, her tongue finding its place against your gushing entrance, beckoning more release with each slow lick. She wrapped a heavy arm across your lower stomach, keeping your twitching hips pinned against the bed. A thumb pressed against your clit, swirling in tight circles.

Her tongue stroked lazily, licking up the last of your release before she slowly parted from you. Her breath puffed against you, strings of sticky cum connecting her lips to you before they broke off. She pressed wet, gentle kisses to your trembling thighs, bringing your mind back to the present.

Your nose scrunched at the stickiness coating your lower half, now far too aware of the mess coating your inner thighs.

“You did so good, Sunflower,” she praised, licking her lips and scooping a thumb across her chin to catch what was left. She reached up, trailing her wet thumb across your bottom lip, gently opening your slack mouth. You closed your lips around the digit, obediently sucking the essence of yourself off. She smiled warmly, her hips tucking against yours as she pulled her thumb from your mouth.

“I’m going to run us a bath, okay? Can you wait here for me?” Her voice was soft, reassuring as she cupped your hot cheek.

You nodded, blinking sleepily at her as she slipped off the bed. She flitted out of the bedroom, her energy high and unwavering, as if she hadn’t made you cum with just her mouth not even mere seconds ago.

The sound of the bath faucet turning on sent a calming shiver through your exhausted body. Your eyes fluttered closed, too worn out to stay awake. As you sank deeper into the throes of sleep, the last thing you felt was a gentle kiss on your forehead.