#biro pride

[palatteflags]

Balletcore based Biromantic Ace moodboard!! ^^ For @lemon-snickety c: Hope you like!

Want one? Send an ask! -mod Jay

[thatonesapphicfilipino]

i remember rping with these two girls on royal high (roblox game) like a year or two before i releasing i’m not straight and like feminine people and we got pretty close but the one girl who was out as lesbian i think i liked cuz i was awkward with her but shhh and one day we were like hanging out in the rh apartments (like an alone place for u and only people u invite in royal high) and we were taking lore and kinda deep and stuff and she says she likes me which was lowkey kinda weird cuz like we knew each other for like a week but lore yk like rp lore on top so cuz i either didn’t like her or didn’t know i like her i was like “omg sry i don’t like u back sry hope we can still be friends” the whole shabam but my mom didn’t like me talking to people online i didn’t know like at all and i was super scared like that she liked me and it would be awkward and like that my mom would find out so i unfriended both the girls so if ur out there Sunshine i’m bi u prob know me as margie my name isn’t margie that was just cuz online people can be weird hbu if u see this been looking for u kinda for years i still remember how u told me and how it felt for me hope we can talk again and hope u are/weren’t some creepy guy living in his moms basement

[arashi-no-megami]

Happy Bi Visibility Week ���💜💙

[rxin3stims]

Biromantic Asexual Stimboard

Media: None

💗💜💙|🤍🖤|🖤🤍💜

So I haven’t gotten any recommendations for pride flag stimboards yet so I decided to make one for my pride flag first to get it started.

[depressed-emoji]

today was alright enough for biro day

[blossyossyossy]

been in an iris mood lately so iris!!!! 🏳️‍🌈

SHE'S FINALLY FINISHED!

Biro ace Iris>>>>>>>>>>>>

[pavlovschekhov]

Recently celebrated my 1-year anniversary of coming out (for the first time) to my sister!!!

She told me she already knew. She told me she guessed the year before.

So now, I also have to celebrate the 2-year anniversary of the first day my sister could have stopped my intense self doubt and fear but didn’t

Basically happy pride to everybody except for my sister

[sekimorris]

Morris biro sketches

[allonsybadwolf]

Happy pride to my biromantic peeps :)

[palatteflags]

Slime and glitter based Biromantic moodboard!! For ghost anon! Hope you like the look!

Want one? Send an ask! -mod Jay

[thatonesapphicfilipino]

it’s so nice to be able to just be queer and not like constantly being scared of what i say around people

like ofc the situation isn’t ideal

this isn’t me glorifying php or anything

like the staff and people there r like amazing and stuff

but there’s def hard sessions where u just really would do anything but that

but it’s still nice as someone who constantly has to hide that part of me at school

like out of like 20 people there’s only been like 1 person who was like outwardly homophobic/transphobic

[cinnnamongrl]

pretty when you’re high- ellie williams

pairing: dealer!ellie x fem!reader

summary: you and ellie are best friends despite your differences. ellie gets you high for the first time and the lines of your friendship become blurred

warnings: [18+] mdni, language, use of marijuana, kissing, light smut, some nudity, nipple play, top!ellie, bottom!reader, mutual pining

authors notes: this is possibly part 1 of 2. lmk if anyone would want that? pls send any feedback u may have, would really appreciate it. <3 update: part 2 can be found here

ellie williams was your best friend. you two were as close as friends could be. and despite what people around college thought, you didn’t find anything strange about the fact that the college’s best dealer was best friends with a shy innocent grade A student like you. but it was obvious to everyone that you two, despite being complete opposites, were inseparable.

what you hoped wasn’t obvious to everyone, was the massive crush you were harbouring on your best friend. you couldn’t help it; you thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. the way she laughs, her smile, her voice, the way her hands look as she rolls a joint. sometimes you’d just stare at her while she was doing sometime mundane like talking to someone at a party. you’d watch the way her mouth would move as she talks, how her eyebrows would raise in question, how her toned arms would move as she animated a funny story.

you felt like a lovesick puppy. but your friendship meant too much to risk fucking it up, so you made your peace with this one-sided infatuation.

as best friends do, you two did everything together; went to parties, listened to music, talked until the sun came up, had study/smoke sessions. meaning you studied, and she smoked.

“can you pass me that pen els” you asked, pointing to the biro a few inches from where ellie sat on your dorm floor, joint in her hand.

“what’s the magic word?”

“… abracadabra” you joked.

“wrong. now you don’t get your pen, sorry babe” she teased, picking it up and holding it behind her back.

your face flushed slightly from the pet name despite knowing she meant nothing by it.

“ellie i need to finish this essay. give me that pen” you warned

“why don’t you fuck off the essay and smoke with me instead” she offered hopefully, with a wide smile

you sighed.

“you know i don’t do that stuff” you said rolling your eyes. “and professor druckmann will end me if i don’t get this handed in by monday”

“well i will end you if you don’t stop being a priss and have a smoke with me. just a little bit, see if you like it.”

you frowned but said nothing. you had to admit you were slightly tempted by her offer. you’d always declined at parties, worrying about being in an unsafe environment. but just you and ellie, the person you trusted most in the world, in your dorm room… that’s pretty safe right?

“well.. i- i don’t know how” you said quietly.

“good thing i’m here then” she winked at you and scooched next to where you were sat on the floor, your back against your bed frame.

she held out the joint in front of you.

“just take a drag of mine. inhale and then try to keep it in your lungs okay?”

you looked at her and bit your lip in apprehension. you tried to ignore her eyes wandering down to your mouth as you did so.

“o-okay” you replied, as you took the joint from her fingers and held it up to your mouth, inhaling slowly and letting it ‘stay in your lungs’ whatever that meant, then slowly exhaling.

ellie was watching you with a small smile, feeling a sense of pride at you picking it up so quickly.

“atta girl. knew my smart girl would be a fast learner” she smirked as she playfully nudged your side and you let out a giggle.

~~~~~

a few hits later and your head was starting to feel fuzzy. ellie had taken the joint away insisting you not get ahead of yourself on your first time, missy and her slight condescending tone mixed with the weed had you feeling all tingly.

“feels nice els. ‘s a nice feeling” you spoke

“yeah?” she laughed.

“mhm. feel all fuzzy and tingly” you smiled and looked at the ground through heavy lids.

“i tend to have that effect on women” she joked, mouth turning up into a smirk.

cocky shit

“yeah” you said to yourself, lower than a whisper.

“hm?” she lowered her head to your face.

you snapped your head up.

“nothing” you mumbled.

she laughed and put her hand on your leg, just above your knee.

she was always touchy; often grabbing your hand to lead you somewhere instead of just telling you where to go, hand on your lower back as she stood behind you, or playfully grabbing your arm as she laughed at something you said. she pretended she didn’t notice the way you’d slightly tense up or the way your cheeks would go pink whenever she’d do this. despite the way she felt about you, she didn’t want to assume anything; maybe you blushed when she’d compliment you because you were shy. doesn’t mean you have feelings for her… right?

“you’re pretty when you’re high” she mused as she watched your eyes flutter, a blush creeping up on your face. there it is she thought.

“can’t say stuff to me like that” you said, looking down

“like what, babe?”

“like- like you’re pretty a-and babe. ‘s not fair on me” you uttered, voice small.

“but you are pretty.” a moment passed. “you’re beautiful.”

you looked up at her, searching her face for any hint of mockery or light-heartedness, but you couldn’t find it. your body felt warm and the fuzzy feeling all over felt even more intense.

“i’ve always thought you were beautiful,” she spoke. “the prettiest thing i’d ever seen.”

“ellie” you breathed out, heart beating fast and head swirling.

her hand moved up your leg, resting on your upper thigh and she moved her face closer to yours, eyes landing on your lips.

“can i kiss you?” she asked in a whisper, eyes not leaving your mouth as she spoke.

all you could do was nod, the combination of her words and the high making you unable to form a reply.

ellie grabbed your face with two hands and attached her mouth to yours. her lips were softer than you had imagined and she kissed you with a sweetness that juxtaposed the way her strong hands held your face. you kissed her back eagerly and it didn’t take long for her to take control of the kiss as she slipped her tongue inside your mouth, making you let out a small moan.

“fuck” she uttered against your mouth. “wanted to do this for so long”

she continued kissing you as one of her hands came down to rest on your waist. you felt dizzy with how turned on you were just from her kissing you.

“more.” you choked out. “please el”

“what is it you want baby? tell me” she replied, the hand that was resting on your waist, slowly coming up to stroke your side under your shirt.

“need you to- to touch me”

“i can do that” she smirked and grabbed your waist with both hands and placed you up onto her lap. her eyes sparkled as she looked at you, head titling up slightly from where you were placed on top of her, and you smiled shyly. lightly placing your hands on her shoulders, you kissed her sweetly. she dragged her hands from your waist up to your boobs and cupped them, fingers lightly ghosting over your nipples, then lightly pinching them.

“els” you moaned, head rolling back. you closed your eyes and let yourself focus completely on the blissful feeling of her hands on you.

“arms up” she instructed. you obeyed, lifting your arms up so she could lift your shirt up and over your head. she looked at you, green eyes now darker with lust.

“so fucking pretty" she muttered, almost to herself.

“this why you wanted to get me high?” you let out a small giggle.

“no,” her mouth upturned into a smile “but apparently when you’re high you forget to hide the way you stare at me.”

your eyes went wide and she laughed.

“‘s not a bad thing, it’s got you into my lap, hasn’t it?” she quipped.

“i hate you”

“‘s that right?” she titled her head playfully.

“mhm, i-“

she cut you off, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss, bringing her arms around your back and forcing your body to melt into hers.

[dark-romantics]

Tag yourself as Dark Academia Classics

The Secret History: Burning sips of vodka warming your insides, blood stained hands and wine stained lips, foggy days and sharp minds, secrets entwined in complicated dynamics, losing grasp of reality, clouds of fog rolling over mountain ranges hiding the unspeakable truths that occur under them

Kill Your Darlings: Tweed jackets and cable knit sweaters, ink bleeding into paper, glasses smudged with the horrors and phenomenons of the nights before, unspeakable sexual tension held between eye contact, revolutions written up by type writers, metal bars and emotional confinements

Dead Poets Society: Old books filled with traditional ideas ready to be challenged, endless footsteps echoing through the hall, grasping the day in white knuckles, stories drenched in infinite worlds for the imagination, sharp blazers and wonky ties, changing worlds with words, turtlenecks and rushed biro pens

The Song of Achilles : Fulfilling promises, messy hair, laying in the grass and looking up at the sky, a single ray of sunlight emerging from the clouds, thinking of their loved one, letting their imagination flow through the letters, poetry, calloused fingers, candlelight, long eyelashes, words dying in your throat every time you look at them

Pride & Prejudice: Loose button up shirts, family events, watching shows nobody else likes, being easy to impress, a desire to take action in things that need it, noticing imperfections, sweet bickering, long nature walks, secretly enjoys having no social obligations, yearning for comfort in a busy, blocked-in schedule

[a-little-ray-of-fantasy]

This is the first time I enter Pride Month as biro ace (as in, I already knew I was ace, but I fully discovered I was biromantic last august).

I honestly don't completely know how much of me being ace is caused by my personal struggle to connect with people.

But, based on what I've learned about myself in all these years, I've realized I'd still want to persue a romantic relationship with either gender, just not with libido involved.

My goal is to prove my identity to no one but myself, and biro ace is the identity that currently really reflects me.

I work everyday to figure myself out, and it comforts me knowing that everyone who loves me has my back in this.

From a biro ace girl, I wish everyone a happy Pride Month. Spread the love, always.

[starstruckwillows]

♡ three clues - r.b ♡

requested by 🐍 anon <3 (i hate how i've written this it is not my best work sorry😭)

robin buckley x hopper!reader, dad!hopper x daughter!reader, fluff, humour, coming out

your dad, a seasoned detective, is the last to discover your sexuality

hopper's mind raced as he backed silently out of the kitchen he'd just seen you and your best friend, robin, making out in. you on the counter and her standing in front of you. and your faces together. he was blinking rapidly, fearfully.

what had he missed?

clue one - robin had ten times more sleepovers than your childhood best friend.

his original solve - you'd just got closer this year. nothing weird about that.

"you see? it wasn't... obvious." your dad protested to joyce, who was filing away products on shelves and laughing.

"that one's a subtle clue. but there were other signs, hop."

hopper grunted, "yeah? like what?"

clue two - the matching jewelry, pyjamas, shoes, mixtapes

his original solve - friends do that... right?

clue three - all the cuddling and movie nights and sleep overs in the matching, skimpy pyjamas that made hopper remember you were too old to be told what to wear

his original solve - friends. friends. friends. that's just what girls do! right...?

joyce sighed, patting his shoulder, and he sagged, "i... i just thought they were friends?"

the shorter woman surveyed him for a moment, "it doesn't bother you, does it?"

he thought.

it certainly wasn't something he'd been exposed to much.

but neither was the upside down, and he'd adjusted to that just fine.

more than anything, he wanted you comfortable, loved, and happy. he'd lost a daughter before, and that wasn't in his control. he wouldn't lose one that he didn't have to.

ultimately he shook his head, "no. she's my daughter. and she could do worse than robin buckley, i guess."

joyce smiled, with an undertone of pride. the one thing she forgot to mention was that hopper should go on as if he didn't know, until they felt comfortable enough to tell him.

instead, hopper greeted you at the front door with a tiny rainbow flag decorating the mug on his home desk.

"where'd this come from, dad?" you questioned airily as you walked past, flicking it on the way, to place your bag down.

he shrugged, "my friend gave it to me, my gay friend, we're very close. she put it on my desk this morning."

there was a slight stress on his last two words, and an involuntary glance to the kitchen that made you wonder what he was thinking of, and how he held up in interrogatins with this, albeit uncharacteristic, flighty quality.

"o... kay? cool..."

hopper narrowed his eyes, "i'm not gay. but i'm really... erm, cool with the whole thing."

there was a grunt in his words that easily conveyed his discomfort, but you couldn't figure out why for the life of you. maybe you hadn't inherited his detective skills, because it was obvious to him what he was hinting at.

"do you have any... gay friends?"

you shrugged, "maybe."

he gave you a thumbs up.

jim hopper, your dad, gave you a thumbs up. you blinked in genuine shock.

mission failed. he'd try again tomorrow.

that night, you stayed on the phone to robin well past midnight, trying to silence your laughter with your pillow as you told her about your dad's strange behavior.

"a thumbs up? she giggled, "that's not like him. you'd think he suddenly realised you were gay or something."

you smiled, "imagine."

the smile dropped. robin went silent on the other end of the phone.

"you don't think-"

"d'ya reckon-"

"he can't."

"he could..."

clues number two and three that he'd definitely figured it out was the newspaper he left open on the counter the next morning, with an article circled aggressively in biro pen.

PRIDE PARADES - SINCE 1970

the third clue? the tiny heart drawn next to it.

maybe it was el. but it wasn't a coincidence, and you sighed.

how did he possibly figure it out? we were so subtle...

it was joyce you ran to first, also. and she laughed the laugh of someone who knows everything and can't believe others are so unfathomably clueless.

you told your dad anyway. with the real words, no skirting around it. he gave you a slightly stiff nod and a clap on the back. you knew what that meant.

i'm proud of you, kid.

---

taglist:

@anordinarymuse @kingshitonly

[kowabungadoodles]

I want to do a big blow-out in full colour for Pride next month in the little free zine library, but I'm having trouble finding zines that are: a) small enough to print at home b) free to distribute c) Not american politics centered d) Safe for a teen audience (not 18+) So I might compile some if people want to get involved?? I'd be looking for anything to do with queerness at all!

I'm looking for 2-page spreads about the size of a postcard (or full zines if you're feeling passionate!)

Tips, experiences, advice, stories, comics, art, thoughts, writing...

You can make them any way you like; hand drawn with biro and highlighter, digital, use stickers and cutouts, use an actual postcard... (OR just send me some text & images and I'll make it into a spread if I have time!)

Basically if you identify as queer and have any free time this week to scribble something, I want to hear from you. (It's optional, but it'd also be great if you could include your age, any labels you feel comfortable with and maybe a single fact about yourself like your job/area of study or a hobby to give kids reading a sense of having a future!)

I'll put the final zines up online as PDFs so anyone can print them at home, for free. (Disclaimer: There will be no money involved at any stage in this process!)

Here are some 2-page samples from zines I've found around the web to inspire you:

My askbox is open, message me if you have any questions!