#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

[they-them-pussy]

being a supernatural fan is whatever the opposite of 'tumblr ruining reading comprehension' is, but it's just as horrible. not only are the curtains blue, but several different writers specified the different shades that these curtains are. the curtains are simultaneously turquoise and ultramarine. you might be tempted to go OH!!! MAYBE IT'S A METAPHOR FOR DIFFERING PERCEPTIONS OF THE SAME THING!!! but no, this isn't on purpose. the curtains just accidentally stumbled into a vague idea that MIGHT be deep. but it's really not. or it might be. only the curtains know. you're left either watching it in horror or in intrigue as everything accidentally connects like the world's most disastrously entertaining wine glass stack.

[a-ikuoliver]

sometimes the lesbianism beats me over the head

[ooglywooglies]

ive been thinking a bit about this recently, and i think radical feminism is inherently transmisogynistic. ive been saying for ages that 4b is inherently transphobic and you cant adopt it without that aspect. i think 4b is emblematic of radfem ideology as a whole and radical feminism itself is inherently transmisogynistic because it is fundamentally misogynistic, for all women.

the core pillars of radical feminist ideology is the concept of patriarchy and seeking to dismantle it, the flaw i think is that the solution (in a radfem framework) is generally gender separatism and a separation of patriarchy and capitalism. ive seen a lot of radfems who are socialists but they refuse to marry the ideas of feminism and socialism together in a productive way

a lot of radical feminism predicates itself on blaming women for the perpetuation of misogyny, for failing to participate in political lesbianism. if only women would stop fucking men or stop allowing men to subjugate them, men would have to reckon with what they owe women. but the problem is being a woman isnt labor, its not a source of power that can be withheld. id also argue the expectation for women to participate in political lesbianism denies women freedoms, straight women and bi women shouldnt have to choose between sexual freedom and freedom from oppression.

i think a lot of feminists, radical or not, see patriarchy as a root of capitalism because it predates capitalism, but capitalism is really the root of the modern patriarchy. personally i think that women and feminist have the full capability to "defeat" the patriarchy right now but capitalism and lack of organization stands in the way (and to be clear, they must be defeated simultaneously they are not really separate). its in every feminists interest to become a marxist feminist.

[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.

[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

[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.

[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.

[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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[gangseyboi]

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

[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! ❤️🐉

[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. 

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Silly little request but how do you think LKB would dress like casually? Like once every blue moon they have a day off and ding need to wear their uniforms? Can you do this in bullet points?

Them not in their uniforms is such a normal concept but it seems so weird for them if you know what I mean. Like, wdym they don’t wear those outfits to sleep? Also this is probably shorter than other posts because it’s about outfits, yk?

Bi-Han

Black. Moving on-

On some real shit though, I feel like this man’s entire wardrobe is in greyscale 

Someone’s like “hey there’s this event coming up! Can you wear a blue shirt?”

You’d think he’d have blue but nope. Nothing but blacks and greys and maybe a white in there 

I saw a post of biker Bi-Han and I definitely see it now 

Idk if the pictures imma attach at the end are really biker tho so that’s why I’m saying mainly blacks 

Like Elsa, the cold doesn’t bother him anyway so jackets aren’t really a thing he has to wear. He kinda just does because it makes the outfit look better 

That’s all the brain power he puts into it though because this man doesn’t care about his wardrobe at all 

He cares enough to not look sloppy but he doesn’t care about piecing shit together or brands and designer. If you look closely you can see he’s wearing the same shirt he was wearing yesterday 

He wears black because he’s still thinking like an assassin. The whole “I shouldn’t be noticeable” thing 

Which is wild when you think about how he’s definitely noticeable in that blue outfit but idk

He also wears black because… he doesn’t know 

He checked his closet and realized that shit looked like a black void but refuses to actually wear more color 

I don’t see him accessorizing much either. He only carries stuff he can fit in his pockets 

Kuai Liang

Lazy 

Bi-Han adds a jacket for a bit of razzle dazzle but Kuai Liang doesn’t 

In all fairness, he gets hot easily (this is stereotypical but idc) so a jacket isn’t gonna work 

He wears the most basic t shirts and pants 

Like he legit got the same white shirt 50 times 

The shit is despicable 

I don’t think he adds many accessories either. He probably doesn’t carry much on him 

Long sleeves never really happen either 

Honestly I don’t think of any them dress with any special aesthetic in mind

But him? Extra lazy

I am being so serious when I say he buys the same clothes over and over again. He forgets he has a white t shirt in his closet so he buys another and the cycle repeats 

Probably doesn’t care as much because what are the chances he’ll be out of uniform?

You know how people say men's outfits are so boring? He’s the main example they use because there’s no personality with his shit 

I don’t see him doing much on his off days though so that’s probably why he just throws something on

He’s just getting dressed to go grocery shopping 

Tomas Vrbada 

The one with the most style 

Which isn’t saying a lot 

Wears multiple layers 

Why do I think this way? Idk. But if I said they all dress the same, it’d be boring so here we are

He probably has a normal type of body heat since he’s not a pyromancer or cryomancer so he’s wearing hoodies and jackets because he’s genuinely cold 

He accidentally has style 

Wearing a hoodie and jacket is stylish to people for whatever reason. He doesn’t get it but he’s like “yeah, I definitely have fashion sense. It’s definitely not because I’m cold all the time. That just doesn’t sound like me”

May accessorize a bit but not as much 

As a whole I think accessories can become heavy and get in the way and our boys gotta be ready to bust a move if something pops off. Just because they’re off duty doesn’t mean they’re not paying attention or in danger 

So that’s why our boys travel light 

He has those smoke bombs and shit so he might have a little pouch with him but I don’t think he’d carry a backpack. Goes back to being too heavy 

If something can’t fit in a pouch, it’s staying home 

Dresses in neutral colors. I don’t think any of them are necessarily into bright colors 

Doesn’t have the same exact clothes but wears them the same exact way. His outfits look like a skin variation 

He’s doing his best 

Remember all I do for you because imagining them in normal clothes fucked me up more than I’d like to admit