#label collection

[itsoktocallmegay]

(I am still trying to redo my into post lol. Know that this will change a lot if I get around to it.)

Name Collection: June/Penny/Hunter/Moth/Gabriel/Trixie/Axe/Ace/Aro/Pear/Sapph/Sunny/Luna/Celeste (This isn't my full collection, just what I'm most comfortable sharing atm. Still trying names out.)

Main Pronouns: He/They/Xe/Fae/It

Pronoun Collection: He/They/It/Xe/Fae/It/Doe/Fawn/Faun/Pup/Bun/Crow/Star/Cloud/Luna/Night-Nocturne/Pear/Peach/Aro/Ace/Imp/Void/Chaos/Rot/Astro/Luneself/Val-Valem-Valier-Valself/Ze-Zir-Zem/Glitchself/Glamour

(Not all of them, just what I feel comfortable sharing atm.)

Written Pronouns: Shx//Hx/Thxy/Sh3/Th3y/[REDACTED]

Symbol/Emoji Pronouns: ♡/⚢/⚣/H♡/Sh♡/Th♡y/?-??-???-????

Preferred Terms: My preferred honorifics are Mx. (pronounced mix) and Mistrum (Alt to Mister or Miss.) I am most comfortable being called Boy/Girl/They/Enbian/Creature/Cryptid. I prefer not to be called Dude, though I’m warning up to Bro. Calling me A dude is ok, it just feels different for me.

Alterhuman: I feel that I’m Alterhuman in some way but am having trouble finding info on alterhuman identities that aren’t Therian and Otherkin. Currently, I identify as demihuman and Copinglink. Personally, I feel that a lot of my relation to being alterhuman is trauma related, due to my Traitblur, or related to my Audhd. I’ve always felt a connection to being nonhuman from a young age, so it’s hard to pinpoint where one begins and the other ends though. I do experience species dysphoria on some level, I think, and I do identify with some aldernic terms that my dysphoria relates to. I am still new to alterhuman identities and other labels related to that, so this is subject to a lot of possible updates in the future.

Gender: I mostly Identify as Genderqueer and Trans Nonbinary, though my gender is very complex and is affected by my neurodivergence and complex orientation. My gender is fluid, and I am multigender. I use multiple Genderfluid, Genderfluix, and Multigender labels. But, I never feel fully binary gendered and am always genderqueer and nonbinary in some way. I consider myself both Gender Non-conforming and Androgynous, though I don’t necessarily have the means to present how I want atm. I don’t experience femininity and masculinity in typical ways, and I mostly feel like a feminine gendered man and masculine gendered woman, which is why I identify as Finboy and Mingirl. I usually experience these genders usually simultaneously, and this is my primary identity with being Bigender and Androgyne, though my bigenderness is not always through binary-aligned genders. Nor, do I always feel connected to any binary-aligned gender. I have a complicated relationship with girlhood and experience it a lot through the lens of genderlessness or Genderrot, and I identify as an Agender Girl/Gxrl/Girlflux/Girlrot as well. I experience many Xenogenders but not all that are available to me. Some of them are connected to binary-aligned genders, masculinity, or femininity. But, not all of my Xenogenders are, and I’m fluid between those as well. Many of my Xenogenders are connected to my neurodivergence, Traitblur, and Alterhumanity. I also experience Anonbinary, Abinary, and Aporine genders. My genders are also very connected to or affected by my orientations.

Orientation: I primarily identify as on the Abro spectrum now, because my identity is very fluid and complex, though I defiantly still use some other general labels as well. My attraction is affected by my gender, neurodivergence, trauma, Alterhumanity, and Traitblur, so it is difficult for me to tell what I feel or why I feel those feelings sometimes. I collect many orientation labels as well. I consider all of my attraction queer, whether it be same gender attraction, different gender attraction, or non-attraction. I always consider myself on the Aspectrum and never feel fully Allo, though I do have a connection to experiencing attraction, though it is not typical attraction and fluctuates very often. I fluid between Aspec, Allospec, Mspec, and Monospec orientations and sometimes experience different orientations at the same time or “contradictory” orientations. I do experience Tertiary Attractions, though I’m Aspec on some of those as well, mostly Aplspec and Asen-spec, though I do experience strangely strong Aesthetic Attraction, stronger than most Allo-Aesthetics, and I’m still wondering if there is a specific term for that.

Relationship Orientation: I identify with Relationship Orientations more so than Life Style, and because I do not have a lot of relationship experience, this identity is more in theory atm, as in I’m open to it and have a desire to pursue relationships like this. I mostly identify as Ambiamorous and Polyaeffionate, being that I’m currently with a partner in a Semi-open Relationship (open to poly) and am on the Aspectrum. My relationship favorability does fluctuate, so I do feel that I’m somewhere on the Anamorous spectrum. But, I mostly identify with Ambiamflux. Even before I discovered that I was indeed Aspec, I was enjoyed the idea of Queer Platonic Relationships and consider myself very favorable to those, despite being Aplspec and Platonic Ambivalent. I am also interested in Waverships, as my identity is very fluid, and I have unconventional boundaries with different types of relationships.

(Currently editing this but not done.)

Credit for my profile pic: https://potato-lord-but-not.tumblr.com/

Link to Picrew I used for my profile pic: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1473879

[currentlyonstandbi]

i dont care what kind of lore they're coming up with for that zepotha film or whatever the fuck over on tiktok, nothing will ever come close to the fact goncharov was spawned entirely from a label on a boot

[kazmura]

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ sunghoon x fem, 0.5k, est relationship fluff, ‎‎‎ when sharing face masks with your boyfriend turns into a makeout lol..

› ice boy collection

Your feet gently swayed back and forth as you sat on the bathroom countertop of your shared apartment, a wide smile lighting up your face. Sunghoon leaned in closer, his hands planted firmly on either side of you. His expression mirrored your joy as you carefully clipped his fluffy hair back, your fingers brushing against his warm skin. Even after two years together, the butterflies you gave each other never faded, their flutter as strong as the day it all began.

You giggled softly, leaning in to press your lips against his soft skin. You left gentle pecks on his cheek, then his nose, and finally found his plump lips, lingering there with a warmth that spoke volumes.

He looked down at you with a teasing grin. "Aren't we supposed to be doing face masks right now?"

"We have to kiss before we put them on! Otherwise, we'll just ruin them," you replied with a playful pout.

"Well then, I guess we’d better get it all out now, huh?" he said with a smirk before cradling your face in his hands and pulling you into an intimate kiss.

His lips met yours in a soft, lingering kiss, but it quickly deepened as he tilted his head, drawing you closer. His thumbs gently stroked your cheeks, and the warmth of his touch sent shivers down your spine. A satisfied hum left your lips as time seemed to pause, the world fading away as the kiss grew more passionate, leaving you both breathless when you finally pulled apart, foreheads resting together as you shared a quiet moment.

You gently pulled away, a soft smile on your now puffy lips, and grabbed your brush to apply the mask. Carefully, you held his jaw, steadying him as you swept the cool product over his warm skin. Your breath hitched when your eyes met his, the love in his gaze so intense it made your heart flutter.

"Stop looking at me like that, you're distracting me," you muttered, trying to focus.

He smirked, his voice low and teasing. "I can’t help it."

You rolled your eyes playfully, but the heat rising to your cheeks betrayed you, making him chuckle softly as he continued to watch you with unwavering affection.

When his mask was done, he wasted no time, his hands slipping around your waist as he swiftly pulled you down from the countertop and perched himself there instead.

"Let me apply yours now," he said with a playful giggle, tugging you closer. Before you could respond, he cupped your face and captured your lips in a deep, slightly rough kiss that left your knees weak.

"Hey! You're going to ruin your mask," you managed to breathe out between kisses, your voice a mix of protest and laughter.

He smirked against your lips, his tone mischievous. "You said it yourself—we have to kiss before applying."

sorry this is so self indulgent 💔 i was literally just daydreaming of this and then decided to write it as a fic..

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[linkcharacter]

Do you ship anything from Mouthwashing or do you just not care

Relationships in Mouthwashing supersede the need for earthly relationship labels. I am most invested in Anya and Curly, and Jimmy and Curly's dynamics from a narrative standpoint. I see them as not definable by labels in a way people would understand. But if you're just asking if I think any of them would kiss or do things typical of exclusively romantic relationships or something, then no, I'm not enthusiastic about that. I do depict their relationships as I see them and don't intend any of them to be "ship art" but whatever people interpret from looking at my art is out of my jurisdiction. I just love the dynamics and don't think about labels.

I also dislike the notion that romantic relationships are somehow more special and sacred like they're the pinnacle of any human bond. Platonic relationships can be just as deep and as impactful as romance, there isn't a power scaling, it's just a different type of relationship with different means and norms to display meaningful connection. Basically I hate the phrase "more than friends" and I never understood the big deal about "shipping".

But of course I love Mouthwashing for managing to have such variety and impressively real portrayals of non-romantic relationships. It's really rare we get to see the type of friendship Jimmy and Curly have depicted so true and accurate, and all the other ones too for that matter. I do however actively support Curlya enthusiasts' efforts but don't see their dynamic as romantic personally.

Tldr I don't really care.

[c0smicdaisy]

same vibes 🤍🧡

[wickedwitchoftheweigels]

Akira, 1994 US Release VHS

[deathandnonexistentialdread]

They are so insane for each other that they surpassed the need for any kind of label

[hikakaomybeloveds]

chat.

it happened.

PROSHIP TUMBLR TURNED ME INTO A SHOTACON 😭😭😭

[cardiohiphopgroovesitisthen]

Gale asked Tav for help sorting his inventory

[mikimeiko]

Zaun in Arcane season 1&2

(Piltover)

[bishonenspit]

Cassette label illustrations by Maya Mineo - included in issues of Hana to Yume and Bessatsu Hana to Yume (1981/82)

[plural-the-way-you-dont-like]

BIPOC Plural

PT: BIPOC plural. End PT

ID: a rectagular flag with 7 straight stripes, from top to botttom they are: dark blue, blue, teal, green, pale yellow, light brown and brown. On the center of the flag is the treblesand. End ID.

A flag for plurals who are BIPOC.

@radiomogai

[kazmura]

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ badboy!niki x fem, 1.1k, est relationship kinda angsty to fluff, ‎‎‎ when getting punched in the face is the only way to stop ur boyfriends heated fight

› duck boy collection

Fights were a common occurrence at your school. Fortunately, you had never witnessed one yourself. Your friends would relay the gory details. It would always start with two students bickering aggressively until one of them finally throws a punch. From there, it turned into an all-out war, with students crowding and pushing each other to capture videos of the chaos. It would only end when a teacher finally stepped in, prompting everyone to scatter, not wanting to get in trouble.

Walking out by the side of the school, the sounds of students yelling and loud grunts caught your attention. Students crowded around each other to form a circle, cameras held high in the air trying to capture the scene. You had definitely missed phase one, and you sure weren’t sticking around for the rest. But as you turned to walk away, your heart stopped at the sound of a familiar voice coming from the direction of the circle.

Your boyfriend had never been much of a fighter. Though he sometimes came across as cold, you knew him as sweet and gentle, someone who avoided conflict whenever he could. The sight of him now, standing in the center of the chaos, fists clenched, made you immediately worry. What could have pushed him to this point? Your stomach twisted as you debated whether to step in or call for help. The crowd roared as the tension between the two boys escalated, but all you could focus on was the look in his eyes, one you’d never seen before. His face was littered with small cuts, and his lip was swollen, likely from a hard punch. Determined, you began pushing your way through the crowd, ignoring the protests and shoves from students more interested in capturing the fight on their phones than stopping it.

“Move!” you shouted, your voice sharp with urgency. The closer you got, the clearer the scene became, his opponent, equally battered, was gearing up for another strike. Without thinking, you stepped into the circle, placing yourself between them. Before you could react, a sudden force hit the side of your face, a wild swing meant for your boyfriend but landing squarely on you instead. Pain exploded through your jaw as you stumbled back, the world tilting for a moment. Niki's eyes widened in horror as he caught you before you fell, his hands trembling as he held you.

“yn!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking with panic. The fight immediately lost its fire. His opponent froze, guilt flickering across his face, while the students around you began murmuring. The circle quickly dissolved as the reality of what had just happened set in.

Niki gently helped you to your feet, his hands shaking as he steadied you. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice full of concern, his anger completely replaced by worry.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, though the throbbing pain in your jaw said otherwise. You glanced around at the scattering crowd, some students still lingering, their phones lowered but still recording.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said softly, his arm slipping protectively around you.

-

The nurse’s office was quiet except for the soft sound of Niki’s movements as he tended to your face. His hands were gentle as he carefully wiped away the blood from your lip, his brows furrowed in concentration. You sat silently on the examination table, your arms crossed tightly, giving him the cold shoulder.

“I’m really sorry,” he murmured, his voice thick with regret. You didn’t respond, keeping your gaze fixed on the floor, the silence between you both growing heavier.

He let out a soft sigh, continuing to work with the supplies in front of him. “I didn’t mean for any of that to happen. I never wanted you to get hurt.”

You bit your lip, the anger still simmering inside you. Whatever it was, he should’ve never let it escalate this far.

Niki paused, glancing at you with a quiet plea in his eyes. “Please talk to me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t stand this silence.”

“Why did you fight?”

His hands paused for a moment, then he sighed deeply, his eyes not meeting yours. “They were saying horrible things about you,” he admitted quietly. “I couldn’t just let them talk like that about the person I care about.”

You felt a pang in your chest, but the anger still clouded your judgment. “I don’t care what they say,” you replied firmly, turning your head to finally meet his gaze. “I just want you to be safe. I don’t want you to get hurt for me.”

His expression softened, and he set the medical supplies down, his hands now resting on his knees. He looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of guilt and understanding. "I promise," he said softly. "I’ll never do it again. I just didn’t know what else to do. I couldn't stand them talking about you like that."

Leaning forward from your spot on the nurse's bed, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. He instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close as you both stood there, the tension between you slowly melting away.

"I just want you safe," you whispered against his shoulder, feeling his breath hitch as he held you a little tighter.

"I know," he murmured, his voice soft. "I’ll never let anything happen to you."

You pulled back slightly to look at him, your hands still resting on his shoulders. His eyes were full of sincerity, and for the first time since the fight, you felt your heart calm. "I trust you," you said, your voice quieter now. "Just please, no more fighting, okay?"

He nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. "No more fighting," he repeated firmly. "I promise."

You smiled faintly, then leaned up to kiss him gently. The soft contact between your lips lingered for a moment before it deepened, the kiss growing more intense as your hands found their way to his hair. His grip around your waist tightened, pulling you even closer, and you could feel his heart beating just as fast as yours. When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other.

"I mean it," you whispered, still holding him close. "No more fighting."

He nodded, his lips brushing against yours once more. "I promise," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "I’ll do anything for you."

pulling this one out the drafts, its lowk iffy bu this is the start of my blog revampp 💓💓

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[swallowedabug]

WE ARE LADY PARTS SAIRA ⟶ Season 1 / Season 2

[retrobride]

[90494]

You said you wanted drawing requests, so... Fintan with braids in his hair? :3

(yes i am another fintan fan for you to deal with lol)

inspired by @chainlxnk post…. sparklers…