#the bisexual triangle
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
ultfreakme · 2 years ago
Text
the absolute disaster trash fire comedy of Jet, Zuko and Sokka all having been into each other featuring Katara who is trying very hard to fade into the background of “we once liked Jet” thing because once again, the trash fire comedy of Jet, Sokka & Zuko is taking main stage.  Literally all 3 of them have tried to kill each other at some point. Also all 3 of them are weirdly similar and can relate to each other if they weren’t in the middle of a war.
378 notes · View notes
lesbicosmos · 5 months ago
Text
crystal palace surname-von hoverkraft appreciation post 🫶🫶
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
crystal i love you and your absurdly silly name <333
1K notes · View notes
on-the-outside · 1 year ago
Text
im so fucking tired of people demanding watered-down versions of queerness i am a queer im a faggot i'm a transsexual i wear a pink triangle patch and pride flag pins on my jackets and if you can't handle that then too fucking bad
2K notes · View notes
the-woman-upstairs · 2 years ago
Text
Definitely want a second season of XO, Kitty if only for the ensuing hilarity that would come from the two most popular students in school fighting each other over the dorky American transplant who barely passed her classes.
2K notes · View notes
ilariyalavorowrites · 6 months ago
Text
Time enough for love (Bridgerton) Part One
Tumblr media
imagine: A mission to ensure Kate and Anthony find each other during the social season of 1814. Time travelling into the past to ensure that crucial moments occur. However, you find yourself falling in love with the pair. It breaks your heart when it comes to leaving and returning to the future.
Warnings: Angst with an eventual happy ending, AU, Bisexual Kate, Scandal, such a scandal
Pairings: Kate Sharma x Reader x Anthony Bridgerton
Word count: 2,831 words
Universe: Bridgerton
Reader gender: Female
Author: Ilariya_Lavoro writes
Tagged: @agathaharknessfan96 @homie0sapien @a-lil-bit-nuts
Part one of ?
Next
1814 
Night of the Featherington Ball
It was over; the mission had been a roaring success, then why did you feel so damn hollow? You had completed every objective down to the letter and tackled each obstacle as it arose. Yet, you couldn’t shake this heaviness pressing down, refusing to budge. It was as if a lead tonne weight lingering here, chained tightly around your ribcage. A continual reminder of what had been. What could never be.
You shouldn’t be feeling like this; this should have been nothing short of a cut-and-dry race to the finish, straight from A to B, right? 
This was where you meant to jump off, go home, and simply pack away any forbidden thoughts of them. You would report in one last time with your head held high and simply walk away. Never once looking back over your shoulder, in hopes that…
No, you could not think like that. It would not do. You needed to move forward, wading through the muddle of emotions that flooded your senses. You could not let them consume you, regardless of how easy that might seem at this moment in time. How effortless it might be to simply let the rush of a wondrous collection of memories wash over you, allowing the warmth and joy back in. Living in all that had been but no, that could not be.
It was never meant to be your life, they were never yours to begin with. The unexpected result of your actions was just that, a blip in time. A second that would rapidly disappear as soon as the clock hand inched forward. Time moved on without hesitation, and so must you. You had done your job, it was time to leave and return to your own time, to that one cold and barely furnished bedroom flat that you called home.
This might have been the first occasion that you had been called up to lead an operation on the ground. For you had to be part of more missions and operations than you could count but they were nothing like this. 
For this was what you had trained for, the last ten years could and would not be wasted due to the simple fact that you couldn’t put those troublesome feelings to bed. You cursed silently as you began to pace back and forth. 
For you had been able to separate yourself before, view them as objectives to be completed.  It had been a job just like all the others. Nothing was different. Ensuring that fate's designs were painted into being, letting the breath of existence breeze through as the bright colours danced for all to see. It has been illuminating to witness the weaving of the threads upon the loom as it tightened and pulled this way and that until the artistry was revealed for all to see. 
You knew what was likely to occur when you returned to the base. Your superiors would see what was plainly displayed on your face. Labelling you as emotionally compromised and needing to be fixed before redeployment could be an option. A visit to the Doctor. He who haunts and darkens the basement corridors where few would dare to tread.  
His particular set of skills did indeed have their uses but the price was one, so steep that most would reluctantly follow through. Usually only with a gun pressed firmly in one back if not done voluntarily. That high price was relatively simple, you would lose what you desperately clung to. Any memory of this operation would be scrubbed away. Leaving a void where they had once been. A memory wipe, for it would be as if you had been restored to your factory settings.
It would be as if you hadn’t been selected in the first place. The last ten years would melt away, and false memories would be slotted in to create a new narrative—one without this infraction of the highest order. As your internal clock was wound back, all that had been would fade out of existence.
The situation was fraught, you were torn between your professional drive and your own desires. You stood at a crossroads, terrified to turn left or right. Either path would bear a heavy cost. Neither would leave you without a lick of damage in one form or another. You had no choice really. You sighed, resigned to the fact that your fate would be sealed with a click of a singular button. If you dared to press it. 
Your finger hovered over the SEND icon. This was your point of no return, for there would be no going back once you had pressed it. The signal would be sent and the extraction would begin. The very notion of finding a place within their world was next to impossible. The relationship that you longed for was nothing short of scandalous. It would be ruinous for all involved but such desires were pure fantasy.
All you could do now was to burn the bridges that led straight back to Kate and Anthony. In that split second, as you ruminated on your choices and the consequences, weighing up all the little details and avenues. 
There was a path, straightforward and painless at your feet. The true pain would be along in the days that followed as you waited for the Doctor to come calling. As the weight came crashing down upon your shoulders, pushing you further into the depths of despair until you simply could not say no.
For how can a wound of the heart bleed, if it wasn’t there, to begin with?
"All in the name of King and Country…" -----------------------------------------------------------------------------St James’s House, On the outskirts of London 2037
This was it.
You could barely contain the excitement that buzzed through your veins as you marched down the corridor towards the hanger. Your commanding officer would be waiting for you, ready to commence the next stage of the operation. This day had been just over the horizon for more than a few years, as instructions and neverending etiquette lessons were drilled into you.
Your role was vital to the mission but you would not be alone in the field. The others had long since gone ahead to establish their cover within the Ton. Now it was your turn. Your hair was tightly fashioned into what was deemed fit to meet regulation standards. No hair would fall out of place whilst you remain within these halls.
The tiled floors beneath your boot-covered feet gleamed brightly, as the rays of the midday sun shone through a nearby window. The building housing the unit had long since been converted from its original purpose. Most onlookers would have no idea what occurred behind these ornately carved stone walls.
This spacious building had once been a stately home up until the moment that the family who owned it fell into a state of financial ruin. The Department wasted no time in purchasing the land and all the buildings that were a part of the estate. Lining the edge of the expansive ground with razor wire-topped fencing to keep the curious out. Guards and officers posted at the perimeter to enforce the message that this was a military base of operation with a tight security detail.
The illustrious parties that these grand halls once hosted were often the subject of chatter amongst the ranks. One of the ballrooms had been converted into the mess, where more than a few found themselves whisked off into romantic daydreams. Imagining the musicians striking up a melody as men and women paired to dance the night away.
“Captain!” A voice called, pulling you out of your contemplation. There standing a few metres ahead was the source of the voice. Seeing the young private in his regulation uniform brought a soft smile to your lips. This young recruit nervously returned the gesture as you quickened your pace.
“Good afternoon Private” You greeted them, your tone even but tinges of warmth leaking through, trying to calm their nerves. You didn’t bite, well unless you were asked to.
“I was sent to escort you down by General Harkerl” You nodded, confirming and relaying your confirmation of the information. 
“Then lead on Private '' You swiftly responded, as the young recruit turned on their heel and walked away. You followed after them through the hallway, climbing down the metal staircase at the other end which descended into the hanger. You walked in silence as the wide open space was revealed to you. Heavy-duty wires and cable ran the length of the Hangar with various and differing pieces of scientific equipment lining the walls.
The General in all her glory, stiffly stood in the middle of the structure. The stripes that she fought hard for, were proudly displayed for all to see and aspire to. If she could achieve that rank, anyone could. She had always been one of the role models that you held in esteem as you fought to show that you deserved to be here, to be counted amongst the heroes and veterans who have paved the way for you and all who followed.
As you stepped off the stairs and onto the marble floor below, the Private halted before bowing to the General and then making a hasty exit. They had done their job to the letter, a quick escort and delivery mission for one as green and new as them. You could painstakingly remember being given such tasks way back when you had started out.
You had started from the bottom, grunts at the beck and call of your superiors, even small jobs held valuable experience. This recruit would learn this in time. Your gaze turned to fall upon the stern and weathered face of the superior officer and commanding force who had recruited each individual member of the team. 
“Ready to begin, are we Captain?” General Harker, with a cool but professional tone, addressed you. “You understand the parameters of this operation and the consequences should you fail”
A shiver of fear shot through you, as you considered the chance that you might fail. No, you could not dare to believe that failure was even an option. “Yes, Ma’am” You answered, knowing that her gaze was upon you, reading even the slightest expression that might arise. Yet, you remain hidden beneath your well-practised mask, a calm, steady but neutral expression that held even if underneath it all truly you were an utter bundle of nerves.
She curtly nodded, a small smile broke through but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared before turning her attention to the small control booth off to one side signalling them to begin.
“Good Luck Captain, Safe Travels” 
The Department had long since perfected the Art of Time Travel for Operations such as the one, that you were about to embark on. The organisation had been built from the ground up by a few remarkable individuals who had believed that it was possible to travel through time, and who had fought tooth and nail after each failed experiment. Until that one miraculous day when all the pieces fell into place.
You were aware of the existence of the founders but never had been deemed worthy enough to stand in their presence. They were a mixture of creatives, scientists and military men who were the best and brightest in their chosen fields and had long since retired and handed over the keys to the kingdom. However, their influence was still felt to this day.
A crackle of a microphone being switched on alerted you that it was about to begin. The journey through time. You took a deep breath as an unfamiliar voice was projected around the room, echoing and bouncing off the walls.
“Close your eyes, Captain, and Good Luck” Your eyes slide shut, as the familiar sounds of a machine whirring as it surged into life to carry out its task of transporting you through time. How it exactly worked was a highly guarded secret. On a strictly need-to-know basis and you didn’t need to know.
General Adelaide Harker watched from within the booth as you disappeared. The petite, stocky battle-hardened woman was firmly in her fifties. Her body was littered with scars that could pen her story but now all she could do was patiently wait. How she hated no longer being fit for active duty, her body faded with age and numerous injuries that had forced her onto the sidelines.
She had been hand-picked herself by the founders after the last bout in the hospital many prior whilst she was recovering from a lengthy and complex surgery. This had been a new lease of life, a way to serve her Country from the shadows. This operation was one of the few that the Founders had meticulously planned from the very beginning. Nothing had been left to chance. They trusted her to carry their secrets and ensure success with each of the missions.
When she had initially read through the Manila portfolio that was Operation 1814. She had laughed, confused by the need to secure a matrimonial match within the aristocracy. She pushed for answers only once. Only to meet with a gentle almost grandfatherly smile from the most senior of the founders Sir Theodore before he briefly spoke.
His words had stunned her into silence. To this day, she had never truly understood the meaning behind his wise words but she trusted his and other founders’ guidance.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------March 20th 1814
Your stomach felt as if it had been tied up in knots, as the sensation of being pulled through time and space slowly faded away. It was a bizarre and almost impossible sensation to put into words as your physical body was transported from one moment in history to the next.
It never was plain sailing, no matter how many times you had been through it. The nausea would dissipate in a few hours but the headache would linger on. You’d have to push through. Each person who used the method concocted by the Department suffered differently. Some found themselves unable to walk as their legs trembled, reduced to a feeling of being made of jelly. Others collapsed from complete and utter exhaustion, feeling as if they had been drained of all but a drop of energy.
You opened your eyes to find yourself standing in the middle of a wheat field as dawn crept over the horizon. Reds, Yellows and Oranges bled together as if they were upon an artist’s palette being blended for the next brush stroke on the canvas. 
Fragile dew drops clinging to blades of grass which had grown in between each of the shafts of wheat. It was as if you had wandered into a dream or one of the many fine oil paintings hung on the walls of a museum. 
These few precious moments were always when you could simply stand and enjoy your last moment to breathe and enjoy the stillness of the world as the sun rose to greet the day. A warmth seeped through, caressing and embracing you, the golden rays of sunlight danced through the treeline off in the distance. What a most wonderful morning indeed.
Remembering what you read before heading off to the hangar, you knew that the lead scout would meet you upon the hour of your arrival. Still dressed in your most comfortable combat fatigues, it was time to make a move before you were discovered by another.
The sound of approaching hooves alerted you to the small fact that you were no longer alone in the middle of nowhere. Was this a stranger or the scout? Concern rose within you but hearing your name shouted was enough to settle your nerves.
As the figure drew closer astride a chestnut brown mare, you tried to make out the finer features of what seemed to be the face of a scowling man beneath the hooded cloak. His dark gaze and blonde locks were barely hidden by the fur lining of the hood. He was dressed mostly finely for an early morning ride through the countryside and could easily mistaken for one of dime a dozen gentlemen just riding through but you knew better.
This was Lieutenant Commander Edward Wren, formerly of His Royal Majesty's armed forces. You had only met a handful of times but he was known for his dry wit and relentless professionalism. He could cut you to shreds with only a few words or a single look. This was not something you could easily forget. “Come, we have a few miles to ride and no time to waste” 
Once he was finished speaking, he leaned forward in the saddle, offering a hand to help pull you to be seated either in front or behind him. You reached to take his hand, ready for whatever might lie in store. This would be thrilling, no matter whatever waited for you down in good old London Town.
175 notes · View notes
gay-aunt-jackie · 2 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
A jealous Villanelle killing Helene and looking hot while doing it
68 notes · View notes
rhfffas · 4 months ago
Text
i rly wanna see alicent confessing her feelings for rhaenyra & admitting shes wrong and mysaria also comes to see rhaenyra so alicent CLOCKS them then gets jealous lmaoooo
88 notes · View notes
art-beyond-the-stars · 3 months ago
Text
So I'm a nerd who has an AU where Turbo gets revived after Sugar Rush is reset and has to go on probation for his Many Crimes.
And during this time he's SO mad about Felix getting married. What do you MEAN his ex has moved on in the twenty-five years he's been assumed dead???? He's so pissed off.
(The solution is, of course, polyamory.)
65 notes · View notes
lost-inanotherlife · 5 months ago
Text
Imo, you don't understand Jack/Kate/Sawyer relationship if you don't acknowledge Jack as the apex of the love triangle. I know, I know, the show does its best to make you think that's Kate the apex but, really, it's Jack.
Everybody on that island is a little in love with Jack but Jack. Jack hates himself lol.
134 notes · View notes
aroaessidhe · 5 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
2024 reads / storygraph
Road To Ruin
start of a postapocalyptic fantasy series set in an Asian-inspired desert world plagued by dangerous storms
follows a courier who transports romantic letters between a prince and princess, who helps the princess escape across the wastes towards the prince’s safe haven
but they’re pursued by bounty hunters, and accidentally uncover some ancient secrets. and also she’s in love with both of them
dinosaurs, magical motorbikes,
bi MC, start of polyam triad
73 notes · View notes
goldfish-or-smthing · 2 years ago
Text
Tumblr media
this sequence is wild to me. first ted at the end of a bisexual triangle spiral, then in a pink triangle (which is a long standing symbol for queer people and is also mentioned in the scene between colin and trent earlier in the episode), and then that pink triangle becoming another bisexual-coloured triangle.
oh and uhhh... also... the triangle is one of the earliest symbols for bisexuality (predating and inspiring the bisexual pride flag, in fact!):
Tumblr media
a couple of bits of information about the biangles:
Tumblr media Tumblr media
also... TRI-angles anyone:
Tumblr media
...anyways
between the associations of triangles and queerness spoken about by trent and colin earlier in the episode, the explicitly bisexual colours of the triangle ted is put in as well as his comments earlier in the episode about wanting to "try something new", AND this seasons continual and ever increasing gayness..... im pretty sure we'll be getting bisexual ted some time soon!
627 notes · View notes
vampyriel · 6 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Zendaya, Josh O'Connor, and Mike Faist by Alessio Bolzoni
Challengers (2024)
58 notes · View notes
coldblooded-angel · 7 months ago
Text
As a tennis throuple truther, I generally don’t believe Patrick loves Art more than Tashi. I definitely believe he’s loved him for much longer but I think it is more obvious in the latter part of the movie how much Patrick loves Art because he spent so long hiding it behind jokes and intimate touches that could be interpreted any which way. There was no way he would jeopardize the most important relationship in his life. He was assured that their friendship would last, he was content… until it falls apart.
Art is ice. He’s reserved and quiet, and though that balances out Patrick, it also makes him harder to understand (especially after the falling out). Patrick used to be able to read him but they’ve spent too long apart and now Patrick doesn’t know what to do except be more forward, more obvious.
In a way, Patrick is more sure of how Tashi feels about him than how Art feels. (He used to know, or he thinks he used to know but not quite).
There’s too much history there, too much yearning, too much heartbreak. Their relationship is loaded and while Patrick is sure of how much Tashi wants him and what she wants from him, he has no fucking idea what Art wants (mostly cuz Art doesn’t know either).
91 notes · View notes
waywardsou2 · 3 days ago
Text
The fact that Vander and Silco basically are Jinx and Vi's dads made me die inside
Ok head canon time. When Felicia told Connol about Vi he wasn't looking for a long term relationship and the idea of a baby scared him off so he left her, disappeared in to the bowels of the undercity. So Felicia stayed permanently with Vander and Silco who were living in the back of the bar at the time.
This is why she took Vander (and presuably Silco's) suggestion's for names. (I'm also going to say that Jinx is actually biologically Silco's after a fling)
But when the war broke out Felica fought with Vander against Silco.
I think Silco instigated a war against Piltover despite Vander and Felicia's wishes.
In the end they were on opposite sides and that's when Felicia died. Vander knowing that Silco had started the whole thing saw red and went after him (again which is how we got the fight)
Vi remembered Silco because she was older but Jinx didn't but she still felt some connection to him which is why she latched onto him after the bombing incident.
And then you get the canon.
Also additional head canon I think that Felicia really did love both Silco and Vander equally, she truly thought that they could be poly because she saw the way Silco looked at Vander and knew about Vanders past regarding Silco, but Silco found it more difficult to showcase his feelings whereas Vander was really forward. So the two ended up becoming a thing whilst Silco was left pining in the background for both Felicia and Vander.
Vander did have feelings for Silco but because he had never come to terms with his sexuality he simply called it a brotherly relationship.
So it's a good love triangle heh
I also like the idea that Jinx is actually Silco's. Vi is Connel's but Felicia just says that Vander is her dad. So that the kids could have something stable in their lives
(idk does this even work)
30 notes · View notes
ughhhdavid · 2 years ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
so subtle,guys
498 notes · View notes
cashmere-caveman · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
tfw u realize that a triangle has three sides and one of them has nothing to do w ur corner at all
126 notes · View notes