#the bi-cycle is real

[lgbtqtext]

[gangseyboi]

Eragon brainrot so strong i posted to the subreddit about getting eragon a boyfriend

[quadrantbreaker]

takes drag of cigarette bisexually. hm. i think i like women

[oro-junestar]

By cutting out the TQ+, you also cut out:

-Intersex people

-Two-spirit gays and other culturally connected gays

-Gender nonconforming people

-Those who are questioning their sexuality

-Gays, lesbians, and bi's who are supportive of trans people

-Millions of kind, loving, supportive humans who have gone through indescribable, traumatic abuse and wish to build a safe, welcoming community

Why are you so eager to exclude and belittle people? Why do you tell them they 'don't know what real struggle looks like' when their healthcare, their future, and their lives are under attack? Do you truly value 'love', or do you just want to swat away as many people as possible? Why do you continue to hide under a rock and dig yourself deeper into festering hatred, when you can simply come out and support people who can help you?

Wouldn't it be easier to unite with our trans and nonbinary friends to help defeat the growing threat of genuine fascism in our country? Those conservative Christian nationalists and white supremacists who tell you you're "one of the good ones" would gladly turn around and shoot you in a heartbeat, because when they say they're fighting the 'woke gender ideology', they'll mutter in the same breath that you gays are 'degenerates', 'sodomites', and 'animals'. Why would you side with the villains, who see you the same way they see us?

We cannot let oppression continue in any form. We will all be on the winning side of history as we step closer to ending the cycle of hatred and bullying. Open your hearts and minds and you'll find that the everyone around you is just as human as you, and are more similar to you than you'd think. Trans people are people, just like you, and we need your help and support just as much as you need ours.

Isn't it neat how people who are supportive of all LGBTQ+ identities are also kinder, more loving, more empathetic, and more caring towards their friends and loved ones? Just something to think about.

Love wins. Trans rights are human rights.

[beuxwhoyouare]

Generational Trauma

Jiāháo was an unremarkable man by conventional means. Him and his parents fled to the U.S. when they were younger amid constant turmoil in Taiwan and nearby China. They fled to give him a future but they were still conventional in their values growing up. So Jiāháo grew up with their expectations in mind. Despite an intrigue in both men and women, his parents were quick to shut that down every time the brought up his future. condensing bisexuality to being gay. Making it seem like being bi was no real way to attain a future and the American "dream".

Coasting to make them happy he did what they expected and married the first nice church girl he was introduced to and had 3 kids. But living with other people's expectations is a recipe for disaster.

Despite a mediocre and equally unremarkable marriage, Jiāháo loved his kids. His 2 princesses, Nikki and Nina, were 12 years old, while his son, Noel, was 21 and living the life Jiāháo thought he would have once he got to America. You see, even though Noel never told his father, Jiāháo could tell he took after him in the bisexuality department always flirting with his friends at all ages. Always talking about the idea of boyfriends and girlfriends. Sparking a jealousy in Jiāháo.

That jealousy manifested into a nearly internalized biphobia. Jiāháo found himself hypocritically always at odds with Noel for his openness. As they say generational trauma is a cycle of abuse.

To the plain eye, Noel had a few things nearly anyone would be jealous of in all reality.

Unlike his father, Noel WAS conventionally attractive and had a personality to match. A charismatic energy that so many people gravitated towards, Noel was a star soccer player growing up that allotted him the chance to go to college for it. He studied rehabilitation science to become an occupational therapist and help people recover. A career path that essentially demanded he himself keep in shape if he didn't go pro for soccer.

Brains, brawns, and a face card that was hard to say no to, Noel took advantage growing up. Even if his family didn't always know it, he dated boys and girls his whole life. A long-term girlfriend broke up with him after 3 years of dating at uni, further fueling his drive to get into better shape than ever. Anytime he made his way home his family definitely noticed, Jiāháo being among the most jealous.

Walking around the house in tiny and revealing pieces of clothing illustrated a body earned by years of hard work. Jiāháo thought that should be me.

The family regularly made annual trips to Taiwan to visit the homeland but Jiāháo and his estranged wife did little to actually teach their children Taiwanese mandarin. His wife went out to the markets with their 2 daughters, leaving him and Noel to have a father-son day. Jiāháo wanted to be seen as the cool parent to Noel so much and the two went clothes shopping before Noel began to beg for a tattoo.

Almost as if it was fate a shop appeared around the corner from where the two were walking. A man approached the pair and asked in Mandarin if they were interested in a traditional tattoo for a discount if they both got one. Jiāháo thought it had to be a sign and said yes.

The man told the pair about traditional Paiwan tattoos that represented honor and dignity but told them his work has more meaning and even magic behind it. Of course the whole conversation was taking place in a language Noel didn't understand. He took reaction cues from his father who remained engaged in the whole story. Jiāháo got his tattoo along his back and spine, a rather edgy decision but he knew it'd be easy to hid at work and from his wife. Right as Noel was set to begin his in a similar section, the tattoo artist turned to Jiāháo.

"我知道你想要什麼。我在你的刺青上施了咒語，可以在他身上完成它。如果我這樣做，你就能得到你一直想要的東西。有機會過你應得的生活"

Shocked Jiāháo couldn't believe what he was hearing. What did he mean that he put a spell in his tattoo? What did he mean that he knows what Jiāháo wanted? It felt like time froze as he contemplated all his questions. Almost as if he heard his inner thoughts, the artist spoke looking back and forth at us both.

"我所需要的只是你兒子同意。你?"

Jiāháo froze again, a feeling of sinking setting into his stomach. Almost as if his gutteral response was speaking for itself, Jiāháo answered affirmatively and nodded at his son to do the same. Noel had no clue what was going on and naively said yes.

The session eventually ended and the pair walked away with their newest tattoos. Noel thought his father was the coolest dad ever after the bonding experience, but he couldn't even fathom that his father's selfish desires would soon ruin that perception of him.

A huge storm his the town that night and both men struggled through major pains and aches, both attributing it to major food poisoning. And when the pain felt like it reached a point neither could stomach anymore they both passed out.

The next morning, Jiāháo fumbled out of his bed and clumsily navigated his way to the restroom. He did it all groggily with his eyes nearly shut before grabbing a nearby shacket and walking out to go get a coffee or something to drink.

At the nearby convenience store he got a drink and paid before heading out to come back to the hotel. A young girl passed by and began to ask him for his number because she thought he was so cute. As Jiāháo answered it felt like the reply fumbled out as clumsily as he did flopping out of bed in the morning. Before he could muster out that he was married to the girl he caught his reflection in a nearby window.

Surely he was still sleeping or dreaming? He stopped his reply and ran back to the hotel. Running into the lobby like a mess, he found the closest restroom to find a mirror and confirm what he saw.

Noel's charming and stunning face stared back at him with nearly 80% less enthusiasm than he was currently feeling. He poked, prodded, and finished off by slapping himself across the face. Confirming this was happening. The artist was telling the truth. There was magic in that tattoo ink.

But that magic came with unspoken rules. Jiāháo wanted to check on the real Noel, but everytime he tried to pull his phone out to text him or call he couldn't muster the sentence to come out. Unbeknownst to him, the magic would not let either of them speak about what took place. Neither could say the swap happened or act any more way converse to the way they did before.

Jiāháo walked back into the hotel room to find his family dressed and ready to go out to eat. He saw his old body there ready but also with a hidden panic behind his eyes. It was an uneven trade in reality, Noel lost decades of his life and was forced to go through a miserably mediocre marriage. But Jiāháo got a chance to live the bisexual life he always wanted.

Noel was gutted. The family eventually flew back to the US and Jiāháo was forced to go back to uni and finish his degree as the magic made him, eventually both were forced to also find solace in their new lives. But speculation can only be had as to why a relatively young father like "Jiāháo" died randomly one day. But "Noel" knew the truth, his "father" died from sadness of the life he now lost.

Its another traumatic incident that once again fueled the new Noel to find solace in the gym. Like "he" had so often before, getting fit helped the heartthrob get through major trauma. Maybe generational trauma doesn't have to be a cycle. He picked up his phone and continued to plan his hookup for the night. Thank god for the genes he "inherited" from his ancestors that got him here.

[ginzburgjake]

NO FUCKING WAY!!!!

please santa

[muwapsturniolo]

✯𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞✯

IN WHICH...Chris gets caught up in the toxic cycle with his ex-lover, forgetting about his current lover.

WARNINGS...toxic!reader, drinking, smut, intoxicated sex, manipulation, gaslighting, cheating, slapping, creampies.

The house was filled to the brim, most likely breaking every violation there is regarding safety. Chris, Nick, and Matt were currently at Tara's housewarming party that was more of a rager, rather than a chill kickback like the girl claimed it would be. Chris's girlfriend Gaia was also with them, a quiet mousy girl who wasn't into the party scene. over a span of 7 months, the girl became pretty close with Chris's friends, hence why she was attending the party in the first place.

Chris was on edge, he had been since they arrived. It all started when Matt was driving on the highway to get to Tara's, and he saw a black car. Now the black car itself wasn't the issue, the issue was him swearing he saw his ex Y/n.

He couldn't figure out if it was real or if his eyes were playing tricks on him. He tried to ignore it, pushing the thought to the back of his head so he could enjoy his night without feeling sad, but that was proven difficult when he kept seeing her everywhere.

As the night progressed it only got worse.

At first, it was just seeing her briefly out the corner of his eye, then it escalated to hearing her laugh, and even smelling her signature cherry perfume. It was like she was messing with him, suffocating his mind with the thought of her.

He tried to blame it on the bright strobe lights, the liquor in his system, and the intoxicated air wafting through the house, but he was proven wrong when he finally made eye contact with her.

It knocked the air out of him, his eyes zeroing in like tunnel vision. It didn't help that some club version of Madison's 'Make You Mine' was currently blasting, aiding in the maneater energy Y/n naturally emitted. It was like he was in a movie, the way her glossed lips curled upward in a taunting smirk as she kept her eyes locked on his. He could feel his palms getting sweaty and his heart starting to race.

"Chris? You okay?" He was pulled out of Y/n's trance by the voice of his girlfriend. He shakes his head and looks down at Gaia, "Y-yeah I'm fine." He turns to look at Y/n only to see that she's gone.

"Ok, I just wanted to make sure you were ok. Do you think we could le-I'm going to go grab a drink." Chris cuts her off, not even listening to what she is saying and trying to comprehend the stare-down between him and Y/n.

He swiftly walks away from the girl, rubbing over his face in exhaustion. He stands over the drinks, trying to figure out which one would be his next victim.

just as he grabs the bottle of Don Julio, he feels a presence behind him.

"I wanna feel the rush, I wanna taste the crush, I wanna get you going, I wanna lay you down, I wanna string you out, I wanna make you mine"

The soft and buttery voice sends chills up Chris's spine, goosebumps forming all over his body. He whips around and comes face to face with Y/n.

"What do you want Y/n?" Chris questions, his voice full of malice and clear disdain. The girl tilts her head and pouts, placing her hand on his shoulder and using her nails to stroke his face. "Y/n? What happened to baby?" Chris scoffs and jerks his face away from her alluring touch.

"That name was revoked when you fucking cheated on me." He seethes. The girl rolls her eyes at his words, irritated that he's bringing up the past.

"I never cheated on you ch-Yes you did!" a few people turn and stare at the two, making Chris look down awkwardly, "sounds like you hate me- I do hate you- you're not the only one," she smirks. Chris scoffs at her nonchalant attitude.

"I can't fucking believe you! you're such a fucking bi- Do you talk about me as if I'm still yours?" Chris gets quiet as she cuts him off.

"Do you?"

"No..." She hums and grabs a solo cup and a bottle of tequila.

"When you hold her do you wish it was me? Do you wish you could have fixed what we were?" His silence is more than enough to confirm she has him right where she wants him.

"I do too you know..." Chris looks at her, an unsure look on his face. "I'm serious Chris, I wish we could have worked out. I know I wasn't the best girlfriend but I would have never cheated on you."

"But you did....I saw yo-I told you Chris, I wasn't flirting with Nate. He came on to me, not the other way around. I've always told you he was jealous of you. He always wanted to be you and have what you have. remember when you told me a girl you liked in high school ended up dating Nate when he knew you liked her?"

Chris opens his mouth but Y/n continues, "I would never do that to you Chris, I love you."

I love you.

Those three words, those three godforsaken words.

"Y/n I swear if this is some sick joke...." Chris states closing his eyes. Everything becomes too much for him, his senses becoming overstimulated.

Y/n moves closer, cupping his face gently. "Look at me Chris, please?"

He opens his eyes and it's like everything stops. Her Tom Ford perfume wafts through his nose, clearing his sinuses. Her hypnotic gaze blocked out the flashing lights, and her siren-like voice blocked out the music.

"I love you."

She watches as his eyes dilate, a clear sign that he believes her.

She leaned in as if she was going to kiss him, trying not to smile as he moved in as well. At the last minute, she quickly pulls away from him.

"Maybe we shouldn't..."

Chris feels as if he's going insane, losing every ounce of his mind.

"W-what? Why Y/n please I'm sorry! Don't leave?" He doesn't even know what he's saying sorry for but it seems right.

"I know you go home to another one Chris" She grabs her cup off the counter and goes to walk away but Chris stops her, pulling her close

"Forget her...I want you"

"You do?" Chris nods vigorously, keeping a firm grip on her as if he would lose her.

She smiles and whispers in his ear

"then show me"

It's amusing to Y/n how quick Chris pulls her through the crowd and up the stairs of Tara's new home. The two burst into a room their lips connecting in a sloppy and drunk kiss. Chris uses his foot to close the door as he picks Y/n up, his hands gripping the soft flesh of her ass.

He carries her over to the bed and collapses down on top of her. The two waste no time in tearing each other's close off, the need to feel each other after spending months apart being too much.

Chris is too drunk to even think about a condom, and Y/n doesn't even care. The closer she can get to Chris, the better.

He slips into her with ease, nuzzling his head into her neck as he lets out a low groan. His thrusts start off slow before he builds up a steady pace.

Y/n is laying there letting out soft whimpers every now and again, but for the most part, she's pissed.

"You forgot how to fuck me Chris?"

"W-what?" Chris asks, stopping his movements. Y/n rolls her eyes in annoyance, "You start dating her and forgot how to fuck, it's embarrassing truly." She pushes him away and stands up, moving to grab her clothes.

Chris sits on the bed confused, his mind hazy due to the liquor in his system. "I-I didn't forget how to fuck I-" he feels tears forming in his eyes due to embarrassment.

"You what? That soft sex that won't get a girl off may satisfy her, but it won't work for me Chris. She ruined you! She has you acting like a little bitch!" Y/n seethes as she gets in his face. Chris flinches and tries to defend himself, "I'm not a bitch..."

"You are and it's sad. You're fucking me like a little bitch and it's pathetic. Maybe I'll hit up Nate and see if he can fuck me the right way." She smirks seeing Chris's bright blue eyes darken. He yanks her down onto the bed, shoving her on her back as he wraps a hand around her throat.

He throws har legs over his shoulder and thrusts into her harshly, "I'm not a fucking bitch!" He grunts.

Y/n eyes roll back in pleasure, her back arching as Chris plows into her at an aggressive pace. The whole bedframe is shaking and slamming against the wall.

"Who's pussy is this?" Chris grunts, his chain dangling over her face.

"Nate's" she taunts through her moans.

Her head whips to the side before he grips her jaw and forces her to look at him, "Stop fucking playing with me baby, whos pussy in this?"

"Y-yours! Oh fuck Chris!" She yelps as he hits a particular spot inside of her that has her seeing stars.

Out the corner of her eye, she sees the doorknob turn before the door cracks open. She smirks when she meets the eyes of Gaia.

Chris is too busy chasing his high, he doesn't even notice the teary-eyed girl in the doorway. " All mine, this pussy is all mine," he groans as he looks down where their bodies meet. With her eyes still on Gaia, Y/n moans loudly, repeating Chris's words in such an erotic way, Gaia can only flinch.

"That's right ma, fuck- I love you so much." Y/n grins in a deranged way and yanks Chris down by his chain, connecting their lips in a sloppy kiss, teeth clashing and all. She looks back towards the door and catches Gaia quickly walking away.

It's not long before they both finish, Y/n's nails digging into Chris's back and drawing blood as he stalls deep inside her, filling her up to the brim with his cum.

He pulls out of her and collapses onto the bed, panting heavily.

They lay in silence, the only sound being the muffled base of "Loyalty" by Kendrick.

"Were you telling the truth?" Chris voices softly. Y/n turns on her side, gazing at him softly.

"About?"

"About everything.... Was Nate really lying? Do you really love me?"

She pulls him into a passionate kiss before pulling back with a smile gracing her face.

"Of course I was lying."

Chris's heart drops at her words, "W-what?"

She chuckles and sits up, throwing her clothes back on with ease. "I was lying Chris, I didn't mean anything I said." Chris watches her fix her dress with a broken heart.

Just before she gets ready to leave the room he asks her one last question, "Why?"

"Because I haven't had a good fuck in a while and you're easy to mess with. plus-" She prances back over to him and plants a kiss to his cheek.

"It's fun."

She walks back over to the door and gives him one last look, " By the way, Gaia saw us."

chris feels like throwing up at her words. He stands up quickly and throws his clothes on, praying to whatever god that's out there Gaia didn't leave the party.

Chris stumbles out of the room and down the stairs, his eyes erratically scanning the party participants. His eyes finally land on Nick comforting a crying Gaia. He quickly makes his way over and announces his presence.

"Gaia ple-" his head whips to the side as Gaia smacks him, "Fuck you! I do nothing but love you and force myself out of my comfort zone for you and you go an fuck her?!" Chris looks at her with tears forming in his eyes.

"Gaia, please! It didn't mean anything! I'm drunk!"

"That's your excuse Chris? That you were drunk?"

Y/n smirks as she comes from behind Chris. Chris tenses as Gaia glares at the girl, "fuck you too! You're nothing but a whore!"

"How am I the whore when I told him we shouldn't do what we did because he's going home to you? He's the one still in love with me. I tried to stop it but he begged me."

Chris goes to object but she's right.

Granted Y/n approached him first, but she flipped the cards and Chris was the one who ended up dealing them.

That was her game.

"C-Chris?'' Gaia's voice cracks as she questions Chris, hoping that Y/n is lying, hoping that the girl seduced him instead of Chris willingly cheating.

"I-is she telling the truth? D-did she try to stop?"

"S-she's telling the truth...." He admits softly. Gaia's bottom lip wobbles before she takes off through the crowd, leaving Chris with a heavy heart.

Y/n chuckles and takes a sip of her drink,

"loyalty loyalty loyalty, 10-4 no switching sides feel something wrong...." Y/n sings as she walks away from the three boys.

"You really fucked up Chris..."

"I know...." Chris mumbles as he goes to grab another drink, wanting to drown his sorrows.

purrr what do we think? can't lie i lowkey forgot how to write so sorry if this is confusing or just straight-ass.

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 🍑: @mattslolita @thenickgirl @guccifrog @luverboychris @zayyluvz @mrsmiagreer @chrisssluttywaist @78yaz @hoesformatt @freshloveforthefit @3lizaluvs @mattsturniolosgirlfriend @jetaimevous @luxy-nyx @ts-is-my-spirt-animal @iihrtsturniol0 @idontexistman @katw4shereee @madisturn @starlace111 @zivall @adoreindie @imwetforyourmom @sturnsxplr-25 @sturncakez @theyluvme-2315 @moonk1ss3d

[gray-ace-space]

recently encountered a post where someone said "gender is fluid but sexuality isn't". (they were talking about bi lesbians.)

my first thought was: does that person, like. hear what they're saying? how can you explicitly hold two beliefs that are so logically inconsistent and not see it? how can you simultaneously think gender is this fluid and complex thing, but sexuality, much of which is defined around gender, is simple and stationary and its boundaries need policing?

but like, fuck, why even argue against it, right? there is no internal logic because there is no logical thought behind it. these are not genuine beliefs. this person is repeating what is currently acceptable in their (small) specific social circle. this is the same person who, a few years back, would be excluding nonbinary lesbians, but nonbinary lesbians are cool and normal on queer tumblr now, so they'll exclude bi lesbians instead, and not even pause to reflect on the difference.

oh, and if you read this and thought "these people don't even actually accept nb lesbians either", ding ding ding! because it's not a real, deep belief, that acceptance is extremely shallow and conditional. so as soon as someone is an nb lesbian in a way these people find odd (like being both a man and a lesbian) they will exclude them too and find a way to justify it.

why do we have to endlessly go through this cycle with queer identities. can we not? can we just not. i'm tired.

[allpiesforourown]

Okay, I have some comments (agreement) on three of your posts, so I'll just put them in one ask, lol.

First of all, you are SO RIGHT about toxic yuri. Oh my God. I'm a bi woman and I'm usually more attracted to mlm works like danmei, and a lot of yuri just doesn't do it for me, so I'm just constantly wondering if I've got, like, internalized misogyny? What's the deal here? But then there's the occasional yuri like Madoka and I go absolutely fucking feral and make it my whole personality for months. Like, yes, give me all of the toxic yuri, all of the doomed yuri, all of the girls and women being obsessive and flawed. That's what I like about danmei, really, the obsession and the character flaws and the angsty yearning. But women are never allowed to go crazy or even be a little flawed like that, not even in fiction. Often, it's because creators and audiences alike judge female characters harsher (a reflection of real life, obviously) and so they have to make the female characters "perfect" or they won't be liked. But their being perfect is exactly what I dislike, because it's not realistic, and it's not interesting! So, yeah, absolutely, that's why toxic yuri is so much more appealing, especially compared to a lot of others.

Second of all, you're also so right about Yue Qingyuan. When I first started SVSSS, I thought, "Oh, so he kinda sucks," 'cause he clearly knew about Binghe's abuse but only gave mild advice to SQQ to maybe treat him a little less harshly. But then, he kinda does seem like a really good guy later, and especially with the realization of his tragic background, it's easy to forgive him. But so often the fandom reduces him to lovable idiot who's never done anything wrong and like. He was totally fine with Shen Jiu abusing a child. It's not like he was unaware of it, and while he's not malicious, he was willing to turn a blind eye to it. We obviously know the reason why later, but even so. I do love him, though, but I feel like sometimes the fandom whitewashes some of the characters too much. Like, Shen Jiu had a tragic backstory, but that only explains his actions, it doesn't excuse them. Of course you can love him anyway, but I think if you're whitewashing his character into something he's not, then you don't really love the character, or else you'd love him the way he actually is. And Shen Jiu's abuse of Binghe is very important to, like, everything, because the cycle of abuse is such a central theme. Shen Jiu and his own victim, Bingge, demonstrate how abuse can turn victims into abusers and continue the cycle. Shizun and Binghe (Bingmei) demonstrate how the cycle can be stopped.

Finally, that post you reblogged about social media, and your tags about how you open TikTok, block 50 people, and then leave is sooo true. The danmei fandom, especially artists, are, at least to my knowledge, a lot more active on Twitter than Tumblr, so I go on Twitter to check when I'm bored, and. I open it, I block 50 people while getting mad just the way they want me to, and then I close it. Then I open it again later! I guess I'm a glutton for punishment because seriously. I need to stop.

Anyway, thanks! Keep on fighting the good fight (shizunfucking)!

1. YEAH. Like so many yuri stories are just "they're cutely blushing before mustering up the courage to hold hands" and its just boring. Are they allowed to show any emotion other than uwu puppy love I'm a grown ass woman

2. Yue Qingyuan's cycle of abuse being ignored is so sad like yes he started out as a slave. But he is now the leader of one of the most powerful sects in the cultivation world, and he uses his authority to enable and protect abusers. Why erase such a big part of his story

3. TWITTER IS DEADDD its all blue checkmark engagement baiting with racism and even within the danmei community the people on Twitter will jump anyone who has an opinion they don't like it's so evil there

[gangseyboi]

Need chris paolini to nut up and give eragon a boyfriend in the next book

[quiurifam]

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊* 𝕄𝕂 𝕗𝕚𝕔 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 *＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

𝒁𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1

Liu Kang; Raiden; Bi-han; Kung Lao; Shang Tsung; Kitana; Tomas; Kuai Liang; Syzoth; Kenshi; Havik; Johnny; Rain (all hybrids) x fem reader

Tʜɪs ɪs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ғɪᴄ sᴇʀɪᴇs, ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪᴄ ᴅᴏᴇs ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴀ ʟɪɴᴇᴀʀ sᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs Kᴜɴɢ Lᴀᴏ's ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ + ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛ^^

Warnings: NSFW; Cream pie; Mating cycles (rut); biting/marking; I think that's about it :D

A miracle, that's what you chose to call it. Right in your moment of need, when your salary wasn't cutting it anymore and your bills were through the roof, a perfect opportunity, too perfect to even seem real, fell on your lap. A local hybrid-zoo had been looking for a new zookeeper to hire, one of your closest friends happened to work there and knowing your difficult monetary situation decided to indicate you for the position. You had aced the interview and got the job, finally being able to quit your old barely paying one.

The thing about hybrid-zoos is that they had great pay since hybrids were still fairly new and rare, in total there were only five hybrid-zoos in the whole world and you happened to be lucky enough for there to be one right in your city. People from all around the globe would travel to see them and the richer ones would even try to buy them from the zoo. You didn't exactly agree with the way species were treated, after all they were still humans, but you really couldn't let the opportunity pass or you would be in the streets soon enough.

Not wanting to be late you put on your new uniform and got ready an hour before you actually needed to leave. The thing about taking care of hybrids was that for being part human and part animal they required way more care than normal animals, and knowledge about them was scarce thanks to them being so uncommon. Your position was not a high one, but just the handling of hybrids guaranteed a high pay. You were determined to do your best to not screw this up!

Getting there, you were met with the other two zookeepers of the place, they would show you the ropes around the zoo and instruct you on how to safely interact with the hybrids. They showed you each enclosure, from the outside at least, and gave you a few tips on the hybrids: they would almost certainly not talk to you, a very few nicer ones might respond sometimes with one word or two, the meaner ones might mock you sometimes, but almost always you were met with silence when working with them. Some of them are very territorial and will only let you into their enclosure if you keep enough distance, so be careful to not come too close to them. Aside from the shark, they do not like to show themselves and perform for the visitors, sometimes needing incentive from the workers to come out of hiding.

Today your job was mostly just cleaning floors, all very quiet aside from the chattering of the visitors, they weren't kidding about the hybrids not talking to the keepers. You got a look at some of them while walking around, they wore something akin to beachwear, it showed their physique for the guests while keeping it from being inadequate. They were beautiful, truly mesmerizing, you were sure you accidentally stopped a few moments to gawk, but who could blame you? It was not something you saw everyday, well technically now you would be seeing it almost everyday. Right before your shift ended one of the keepers gave you a little explanation on how they closed things at the zoo.

The person in charge of closing had to do a whole round around the habitats, calling for the animals to make sure they were there. After receiving either verbal or physical confirmation that they were in fact in their enclosures, making sure they were all locked, and turning off the lights, you could leave the zoo. You were given a key to open the enclosures, but today was not your closing day fortunately.

The following days were much the same, learning new information about the zoo, sometimes a visitor or two would stop you to ask some directions to specific habitats, and now that you were actually getting inside the habitats you could see a little of each hybrid's personality.

The great white shark really liked being admired by the humans, putting on a show for them. When it was close to afternoon and the zoo had fewer visitors, if he was bored enough he would talk to you while you fed him, answering with few words between the bites. He was one of the most friendly hybrids.

His tank buddies were different though, both the eel and the sea-horse wouldn't talk to any keepers, the eel was very peaceful and would show himself when called but would not engage verbally with you at all, just eating in silence near you and then leaving. The sea-horse you had barely any interactions with, he was very reserved, only surfacing on feeding time, taking his food and going underwater again to eat it. And it definitely takes more attempts to get him to surface than what you needed with the other two.

The waywalk to feed them had no handrail and while the long path extended through the whole tank, it was only large enough for one worker to stand, so you had to be extra careful to not fall in the water. The tank was stupidly big and deep, and you were told the mermans would not help you get back on land based in past experiences from your coworkers. Normally you would just sit on the walkway while you fed them to not risk losing your balance, only the underwater part of the tank was visible so there was no problem in doing so.

During your first days you had mostly taken care of the aquatic hybrids, it seemed they were the ones with the most easy temperament so they were easy training for you to get used to your new job. By the second week on the job you had started feeding and cleaning other species too, slowly encompassing a larger number of hybrids under your care. They were not difficult per se, just more intimidating with their stares, and also the fact that they could actually walk around you, unlike the aquatic ones, was quite distressing.

Not to say that the hybrids from the tank weren't intimidating as well in their own way, whenever you had to clean the floor in front of the aquarium and saw those gigantic tails and fins through the glass you wondered how you were able to get so close to them without freaking out. You hadn't exactly measured their tails but if you had to guess, the shark tail seemed to be around three and a half meters long, the sea-horse was close to that too but a bit shorter, the eel’s tail was way longer, you'd guess an almost five meters tail. You've heard that the snake hybrid tail was even longer but you hadn't seen him properly to confirm, the reptiles area wasn't one you had explored much yet, at least not from the inside of the enclosures.

“So as you can see it's pretty simple, there shouldn't be any problems.” Today would be your first time closing the zoo, one of your coworkers had just given you a quick run through of what you needed to do again. You thanked her, ready to start the routine.

While the rest of the workers of the zoo started getting ready to leave, you started your round by the aviary, doing just as you were taught you called for the hummingbird hybrid. You saw between the tall trees of her habitat a blue, black and white feathered wing of considerable size opening lazily as a sign she was in fact in her enclosure.

One down a lot more to go. You continued calling for the animals as you passed by their habitats, some would grunt in response, some would show themselves, and some would even flip you off! By now you were the only one left in the facility, with only a few more enclosures to go you were feeling relieved that soon enough you'd be in the comfort of your bed. You had just checked in on the polar bear, who looked at you as if your existence was an offense in itself but you paid no mind to that as you were warned he would usually look like that at everyone, now you were on your way to the tiger’s enclosure.

You couldn't see him anywhere, that was fine, you'd just call for him like you did for most of them when you couldn't find them.

“Tiger?” You got close to the bars so you could be sure he would hear you without the need to get your voice high. You waited… nothing, you called again, your voice now slightly nervous…nothing again. Okay this wasn't supposed to happen, but you were sure it was fine, you'd just go in and see it for yourself that everything was just fine. Slightly anxious that things would go wrong on your first night closing, you jittered a bit trying to unlock the door to his enclosure.

The tiger hybrid was one to often not take the keepers seriously, so you were hoping this was nothing but him being a little mischievous. You were deep enough into the man-made forest-like habitat that you could no longer be seen from the bars if someone were to look for you, not that there was even someone to do that considering you were the only one left there, the thought made you a little anxious. You started hearing some movements to your right as well as what sounded like grunting and faint whimpers, worried that something had happened or that the hybrid wasn't feeling well you hurried following the sounds.

“Oh my! Are you alright?” You saw him hunched over on the floor, quickly you kneeled beside him checking to see if he was hurt. He looked at you, apparently a bit shocked to see you next to him, before his face contorted into a pained expression.

“Please..” He said in a hissed breath, his hand clenched your thigh, his claw like nails digging into your uniform, like he did not want you to leave. It startled you, you put the back of your hand against his forehead, his skin was feverishly hot, he whimpered at the contact.

“You are practically boiling!” Exasperated, you were wondering what you were supposed to do. A squealed surprised sound left you when he, in a swift move, pressed his face against your neck. You went still as his mouth and nose were pressed tightly against your throat, his claws digging even further into your uniform making you worried he would rip it apart. He just stayed there and took a deep inhale, his mouth slowly opened so his teeth could graze against your skin, you felt his sharp fang’s pressure on you.

As he kept grunting and growling with his mouth on you, you considered a possibility of what was happening, no there was no way this was what you thought it was… you put your hand on his shoulder, pushing him a bit so you could take a better look at him, he backed off easily but still hissing at your touch. You've learned the zoo had protocols to follow under ‘special’ circumstances, one of them was tracking precisely the hybrid's heats and ruts, which would normally follow a pretty exact cycle with no fluidity. Routinely, when the time was arriving for one of the hybrids to start their mating cycle, the hybrid would be removed from their habitat a day before it actually started, and put in a room whose only purpose was to accommodate them while they go through that time. You looked down at his figure, which confirmed your guess.

This wasn't supposed to happen, why had his rut started earlier then what was expected? You were panicking inside your head while looking at the very big tent in his shorts. You couldn't move him from his enclosure while he was in this state, especially not by yourself!

“Please, I need- nngh- you need to help me..” But you couldn't just leave him either… his hand was still digging into your thigh and his noises were only getting needier by the second. What could you do? What were your options right now??

“I don't know how..!” You answered him agitated. Of course you knew how he wanted you to help him, but that would be preposterous! You could even lose your job if someone found out, which again, you could not afford to happen! You could leave and just pretend you didn't know what was happening, but for some reason you felt really bad about leaving him like this. He was still groaning and his dick was marking the thin shorts painfully, but he was not making a single move forward ever since he first moved away from you, desperately waiting for your say. Making a very hard decision in your mind, you decided to go against what was considered the socially acceptable option “Alright! Alright, I'll help you!”

As soon as you said those words he was on you again with his teeth pressing into your neck, you yelped in surprise. This time though, he pressed his body down on yours, like he was commanding you to lay back both with his teeth and body. Still quite confused on how this was going to work you followed the man's request, laying with your back on the florest-like floor. When your back hit the ground he licked your neck and pulled back from it, no longer pressing his fangs into you. His claw-nails moved up to the waistband of your bottoms, and sensing what he was about to do, you interrupted him quickly.

“Wait! Don't rip it!” You were not buying a new one, no way, it was not just because he was hot that he could make your financial situation worse. He looked surprised at you before letting out a funny laugh followed by a sweet grunt as he properly took your uniform off. You were a bit embarrassed to be without your bottoms under him, it had been quite a while since you last got laid, and even if you told yourself you were doing this for the hybrid, the idea of having sex with him after so much time neglecting your sex life was making you ache with arousal.

He nuzzled the side of your face, rubbing his cheek against yours trying to mark you in his scent. He purred out your name while he pressed his hard-on against your cunt.

“You know my name?” You blurted out. Even if your mind was overrun by the lust you were feeling you stilled, surprised by the use of your name. It was written on your uniform, and your coworkers would often call you by it, but you didn't expect the hybrids to care enough to learn it, especially considering how much they disliked interacting with the keepers.

“How could I not know? We hear it all the time.” He said backing away a bit, just enough for him to properly lower his shorts down, low growling when his cock sprung free from the clothing. You looked shocked at the size of his dick, it was definitely bigger than one of a normal human, the fur on his pubic area had the same color and tiger striped pattern his chest and arms had. You took the opportunity to take off the upper part of your uniform. “I want you to call me by my name too,” He took your thighs in his hands, resting them on top of his own, you felt your face heating up as you laid there completely open to him “Don't call me ‘tiger’, it's Kung Lao.” He slotted his dick between your lips, moving it up and down to coat himself in your wetness.

You moaned as he rutted into your cunt, bumping into your clit, he was harsh with it, driven by his need to breed you. His head nealy enters your hole and you both moan at the feeling, he doesn't have the patience to wait more and takes the opportunity to start filling your cunt with his cock. You whine out his name and he loudly groans in response.

“You're so- ngh tight.. are all- ah! humans like this?” He was halfway in and you already felt like this was the fullest you had ever felt, his cock was stretching your pussy like you had never experienced before. All you could do was tightly hold onto the grass beneath you as your moans got louder and your thighs trembled around him. He was very vocal the whole time, not only with words but with hisses, groans, growling and sometimes a whined ‘meow’ like sound. When he bottomed out he stopped for a few seconds, his mind was screaming at him to fuck the shit out of you but he sensed you were still not used to the stretch and did his best to wait for you.

His face was red with how high his body temperature was, his eyes were hazed, his breath was hitched and heavy, and his claws were dug deep in the ground around you. You moved one of your hands down to your clit, stimulating it, and when you felt ready for him to start moving you rolled your hips into his. Like a switch had been flipped he started crazily pounding into you, desperate, hungry, completely consumed by his rut. You didn't stop the movements with your hand even though you could barely think straight with the way he was plowing his cock into your cunt. His moans and meow-like whines only increased and he once more nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

This time though, with his face lower and closer to your clavicles, he bit down on your skin, you gasped feeling the bite. It wasn't deep or hurtful, more like a ‘love bite’ of sorts, though with a bit more sharper teeth. It was a weirdly pleasant sting, and it had you squeezing his cock as you came on it. He whined loudly into your skin, still sucking, licking and biting the area around your clavicles. He was still going crazy with his thrusts, and you, in your sensitive state, could feel the wetness in your face both from the tears forming and from the spit dribbling down your chin. You brought the hand that was not between you two to his hair, tugging hard on his ponytail, he actually separated his mouth from your skin as he let out a cry-like moan and burst his load inside you.

His tiger ears were flat against his head, and took the opportunity that your hand was already near his head to pet them. He purred sweetly, closing his eyes, and you took the moment to gather your breath. He was just as much of a mess as you were, with the tears and the sweat.

“Such a good mate… I might have to steal you away from the humans more times.” For a moment you thought that was it, now you would leave and go home, but as your cunt fluttered around his dick you noticed it was still hard. He wasn't done yet.

“I wouldn't mind that.” You were too horny to care about how this was supposed to be strictly a one time thing and that he should definitely not ‘steal you away from the humans’.

He grunted lowly at your words as he started thrusting again, this time it was a bit slower but it still contained the same urgency to get you full of his cum. You wondered if pulling on his tiger tail would have the same effect pulling on his hair did, but you were too entertained with playing with his ears to try that out. You could feel both his and yours cum wetting his hips and dripping down to your ass, his own cum was being pushed out of your pussy with his thrusts. His hands, that were previously on the ground, now were holding your hips with a tight grip. The claws were marking your skin.

He stopped for a moment and you whined for him, he only growled in response. He adjusted your position, pushing your thighs to your chest and locking you in a mating press before quickly resuming with his thrusts. From this angle his cock hit you even deeper, you cursed and moaned as you arched your back. It didn't take long for you to finish on his cock again, mixing even more of your cum into the wet mess your hips had become.

“You were made for me.. so perfect.” He was grunting as he drove you crazy, you were barely hearing the words just nodding along completely fucked out “Made for my cock, made for me.” You moaned out his name again, with need and a tad to erotic for the hybrid who let out another whine at the sound of your voice.

His hips stilled as he let out another load into you, there was so much of it he could see a slight bulge on your belly, and you could feel part of it spilling out of your pussy. He started rutting into you almost immediately when he saw the mess he had made on your body, still turned on thanks to his rut. You could tell he was tired, only humping his hips into yours now, he let go of your legs, which you wrapped around his hips, and laid down with his head on your chest, between your breasts.

He was softly purring as he lazily thrusted into you, still repeating how much of a perfect mate you were for him. The wet noises made when your hips moved were making you quite embarrassed, it was all so lewd, but you were too spent to actually care enough. The friction this position offered was making you lose your mind, and still overly sensitive from your very recent orgasm, it was enough to push you over the edge again. Now tears were definitely falling, you sight blurry with them, your whimpers matching his as you felt so good it hurt. Wanting to help him finish again you moved your hand from his ears back to his ponytail and tugged on it again, this time less harsh as you were completely drained. Once again he responded to your stimulation with a high, but now hoarse, whine. You knew tigers were supposedly very vocal on their mating season, but the way he was moaning and growling at your every touch was something you didn't imagine you would be so into. His claws held your hips with such force you were sure you would find red marking all over them when this was over, you could feel the burning sensations on your skin as he scratched it.

With one last growled moan from him he finished once more inside you. Both of you just stayed there for a second catching your breaths, totally worn out. Then he lazily took his cock out of you, there was so much cum coming out of your pussy, you felt completely stuffed with him even without his dick inside you. For a few seconds he just stood there looking at your pussy, and the way his seed was coming out of it, entirely fascinated by the sight, till he took his fingers, collecting his cum around your lips, and pushed it back inside. You weakly moaned at the feeling, your thighs trembling and your body limp at this point.

When he was satisfied with his work he laid down cuddling your side with his arm around you and purring softly into your neck. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep with how exhausted he was, and you were just as much. But while you really wanted to close your eyes and sleep, you knew if you didn't get out soon, you would end up spending hours there, maybe even until morning, and you couldn't let anyone find you there. The mating period could last up to a week, so this was your call to get your things and go home for the day. Tomorrow the workers would find him in the middle of his rut, and with more people and more experience with the hybrids, actually be able to move him to the designated area.

With your body sore you begin moving, firstly you pushed Kung lao’s arm from your waist, you looked at the hybrid's sweet face and felt a bit bad for leaving him with no warning, but there was no other alternative. You gathered your clothes, feeling the tiger's cum dripping from inside you as you moved. It was a fairly uncomfortable sensation now, an embarrassing one too, but soon you'd be home and take a bath. As you put your clothes back on you could feel them getting wet with the sticky fluid and once again you comforted yourself by thinking about your very soon to come bath. With one last look at the man laying on the ground you left his enclosure, ready to finish your shift.

Yes, technically you still hadn't finished checking on all hybrids… still missing the fennec fox, the eurasian wolf and the andean cat, but you were not about to do your work in this state! You just hoped they were where they should be and that there were no other problems for the night. You finally finish turning off the lights in the zoo and head out for a much needed sleep and a much needed bath. Hoping no one would ever find out about what had just happened…

[just-antithings]

The anti mindset is far more damaging to real life than any ship I've ever seen. The reach of it has made it so that I can't even openly be with my Actual Real Life Boyfriend(tm), because they'll call it abusive - and the thing is we're not even sure which one of us would be called the abuser! Is it me, for being a white girl dating a black guy nearly six years younger than me (note - both adults) ? Is it him, for being a lot taller and stronger and richer than me? Is it abuse not on those grounds, but because I'm autistic while he's neurotypical (as far as we're aware)? What about the part where I'm bi, but in a relationship with a man anyway - am I doing bi erasure? The privilege-points system they seem to operate with is broken, it doesn't work because real people have layers - what should take priority, height or race or disability or age or financial status or sexuality or what? I hate that "I love you, and you love me, and we've had conversations about how we are going to navigate our relationship and its nuances, but don't tell anyone because we're going to be outcast from our community if you do" is a thing we've SOMEHOW cycled back to. I have to call him "just my best friend" and he is, of course, but the word I want to use is "soulmate", and it KILLS me. (Please only post this if it's anonymous, thank you.)

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[vanicrist]

talking about buddie a little bit

this season we’ve gotten multiple things pointing to either a gay eddie arc or a buddie feelings realization arc. and while i was happy with everything — because surely they wouldn’t set all this up without a reason — now i’m not so sure. i’m scared it was just queerbaiting.

yeah, they can say eddie said he’s straight. buck too. and technically, because of that, “it’s not queerbaiting.” but let’s be real — if eddie were truly straight, there wouldn’t be such a need to emphasize it. no one goes out of their way to declare a character’s heterosexuality unless there’s more.

we’ve gotten so many hints to his sexuality, like: – the whole water vs. juice thing, which is honestly one of the most obvious metaphors for repression i’ve ever seen. – tommy and maddie’s weird reaction when buck said eddie is straight and he’s not in love with him. – the parallels between buddie and other canon romantic relationships. – how they framed buck as eddie’s safe place — literally the thing he’s been searching for in a partner. – and the way they focused on eddie and buck parting, centering their connection instead of eddie leaving the 118.

and that’s not even the full list. there are so many little moments, tiny pieces that feel intentional. and then there’s the way the official accounts are acting on social media — all the buddiemaxing isn’t cute anymore if it’s all just a game to bait us.

episode 8x15 felt a little too buck-tommy focused for my liking. and honestly? i wouldn’t be shocked if they bring them back together — or maybe they’re just trying to balance buck-tommy and buddie to keep every part of the fandom tuned in. but i’ve been through this cycle too many times. and i don’t think i can do it again. not now. not with the way things are in the world.

people need to understand that we don’t want buddie just because they’d be cute together. we need buddie. we need gay eddie — because, at least in my opinion, he’s such a deeply queer-coded character. because so many of us see ourselves in him. people who have spent years repressing, minimizing, trying to fit into a version of life that keeps everyone else comfortable except ourselves, always performing instead of just being who we are.

and as much as i love buck, i’ve never felt that same connection with his character. and i say this as a bi person (and maybe part of that comes from how they handled his sexuality realization arc) — but eddie’s journey has always felt like ours. from the very beginning.

so if we don’t get a gay eddie arc? it’ll hurt more than usual.

we’re at a point where every small victory feels huge for our community. everything is so frustrating right now — so having this small win would mean everything. even if it’s "just" a queer relationship in a tv show.

[ninadove]

Kagami is full of contradictions. She boasts she never hesitates. She’s not as free as she claims. She’s a warrior. She’s an artist. She was in a bi poly situationship. She’s gotten akumatised over and over again due to her consuming jealousy. She hates nonsense. She believes shoujo tropes work in real life. She wants to honour her family name. She wants to break the cycle. She defies stereotypes. She’s a prisoner of a certain concept of femininity. She wants nothing more than to make friends. Being friends is not enough. She can very well set herself free. She needed a prince charming to come to her rescue. She’s had her amok for years. She still followed her mother’s commands all the way until Pretension. She was literally sculpted from an unidentified feeling. She thought for the longest time that her own feelings were monstrous. She’s the embodiment of Perfection. She’s dating the embodiment of Emotion. She lies at the drop of a hat for the people she loves. She hates when they lie to her. She kept Ladybug’s identity a secret from Monarch through two akumatisations. She told Felix instantly. She’s easily manipulated. She’s part of the biggest conspiracy in the history of Paris. She knows her mother can never change. She wants to at least give her one more chance. She’s a Sentimonster. She’s painfully human, with all the complexity that implies. Happy birthday my queen, you’re the absolute best! ❤️🐉

[unrelentingforse]

The bi-cycle is so real because why am i looking at GORGEOUS women one second and the other i look at Johnny Silverhand and think "raw next question"

[enneamage]

i remember your really great essay on the fandom's tendency to hope ccs are queer due to, in part, the uneasy relationship between male streamers and women. now seeing wilbur's exploration into famously queer media (i have never met a dude into tyler the creator who was not bi unless he himself believed tyler wasn't queer), i was wondering, do you think male ccs in the community are aware that being bi makes them appear more safe towards women? i don't doubt anyone's sexuality btw

For starters, I think that Wilbur is throwing a bunch of spaghetti at the wall to see what sticks in terms of a new public persona. What you’re looking at is still an indie softboy variant, just spiced a bit differently. Art Guy and Bisexual can be related but as I said in the other post, sticking morality, sexuality and aesthetics together as a package deal is a quick way to be misled. The thing I want to linger on is the evolution of the idea of a softboy, which was actually a fandom-esque tumblr term that was a term of endearment to fictional / irl boys before it became an ironic nickname to call out a particular kind of wolf in sheep's clothing. I think that concept cycle happens a lot. 

In the straight sense, men do have a motivation to try to get women to like them. While some people are remarkably bad at this or have no clue how to achieve it, others are a bit better at following the trail of an appealing persona and trying to fit themselves into it. Some of it is a genuine self-image desire as well, you want to think of yourself as an appealing person even without an audience, so you take the temperature of the culture and try to follow the path that seems to work best for your desires and interests.

Softboy / golden retriever boyfriend / himbo and the like tends to come from the imagination of women online when collectively brainstorming what kind of person would be seen as a breath of fresh air in the current Dude Climate. The issue with it being translated IRL is that once it becomes clear that people really do find these tropes attractive, people want to lean into the strategy a bit either as an exaggeration of their own personalities or an active choice to Not Be Like Other Guys, inviting inevitable disappointment when they have the ups and downs of a real person with traits, or are revealed to be straight up frauds. 

In terms of leaning into persona or aesthetics aside from sexuality, I want to bump this post by someone on the mcyt snark reddit that takes a tour through personas that consistently appear and reappear in post-2020 MCYT circles. I think the people love a persona (or imago perhaps) and a package deal of traits, we tend to hand them out for free when we’re forming our impressions of people even if they don’t mean to create one. 

Wilbur in particular has a lot of reasons to try and dress himself up as ‘safe’ for the time being, but you asked about the bi swatch of MCYT and I think the answer to the safety part is unconsciously, yes. I think that having an aspect of their experience being removed from mainstream straight culture really does put them in a different headspace than straight peers, but whether that headspace is actually kinder and safer in practice isn’t guaranteed in the way that I think both parties might hope. They probably notice that people treat them better or differently when they lean into the mlm part of their identity, leading them to do it more over time.

Again, especially with CCS, I think a lot of people hope that the bisexuality will lead to a long term partnership with a man or that their attraction to women would be softened into something less hormonally or culturally straight. People actively leaning into post-2020 queer culture aesthetics (because we’re not talking leather bars here) may also seem more safe or appealing by breaking down the dyadic “let me define myself by being completely opposed to you” aspects of really rigid gender performance relationships. Ironically this may also make them seem more appealing as partners in the platonic and romantic sense because it feels less like you’re dealing with a rigid diametric opposite. You feel closer to them by being under the LGBTQ+ umbrella with them, which also adds some motivation to parasocial attachment.