PIXIE KING - PIXIE ROYALTY - PIXIE QUEEN
Coined by me (Satanick) to describe my own personal gender experience using the term "pixie king". Flag colour meanings under cut.
PIXIE KING (left): A term used to describe feeling like a man in a feminine, delicate, graceful and mature way that has a strong sense of sexuality to it. Someone who feels sex, beauty, femininity and being a man are all essential to their gender identity and expression. Does not necessarily imply being male.
PIXIE ROYALTY (middle): A term used to describe feeling like no particular gender in a graceful and mature way that has a strong sense of sexuality to it. Someone who feels sex, beauty and being of no particular gender are all essential to their gender identity and expression. Does not necessarily imply being nonbinary.
PIXIE QUEEN (right): A term used to describe feeling like a woman in a masculine, strong, graceful and mature way that has a strong sense of sexuality to it. Someone who feels sex, beauty, masculinity and being a woman are all essential to their gender identity and expression. Does not necessarily imply being female.
Pixie king flag: The deep purple stripes represent fluid masculinity. The lightening purples represent the strong blending of masculinity into femininity. The lighter yellow stripes represent sexuality and beauty. The deeper yellow stripes represent strength and maturity. The star represents the term "pixie" and its mythical connotations.
Pixie royalty flag: The deep red stripes represent a lack of specific gender. The lightening reds represent the fluidity of gender as a concept. The lighter yellow stripes represent sexuality and beauty. The deeper yellow stripes represent strength and maturity. The star represents the term "pixie" and its mythical connotations.
Pixie queen flag: The deep blue stripes represent fluid femininity. The lightening blues represent the strong blending of femininity into masculinity. The lighter yellow stripes represent sexuality and beauty. The deeper yellow stripes represent strength and maturity. The star represents the term "pixie" and its mythical connotations.
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king!steve harrington x virgin!suicides!reader x punk!eddie munson. (18+) ౨ৎ
thinkin’ about king!steve being cut off from his dad a lot earlier than his unplanned gap-year, sporadically- to the students of hawkins high- the summer before senior year. however, the stray beer bottles floating in the pool and the image of richard harrington’s son lying in a puddle of his own puke, laid atop a pile of red solo cups in the entry way of his mansion was the final straw for the man of the house. his dad wanted to teach him a lesson in hard work, chastising steve that “he start learning independence before pursuing his future.” the man a year your senior takes up yard work as a way to make quick cash. physical labour if you will. you’re laid atop the pavement stairs in front of your residence in your prettiest little bikini, soaking up the summer sunlight as you suckle upon your cherry ice pop. steve’s sun-kissed skin is coated in a light sheen of sweat, thick locks glowing bronze in the unforgiving indiana sun, naming him its muse. he’s parading a rusted, ancient lawn mower around the spotty front yard, one without an engine, belonging to mrs. o’neill who sleeps soundly in her rocking chair atop her balcony. steve’s honey gaze naturally pulls itself to you. his already fitted blue jeans that bond themselves to his hairy legs tighten as a sugary, ruby red glaze drips onto your torso. it’s cherry flavouring soaks into your pink tongue after you gather it with your manicured fingers, suckling upon your digits successfully. he accidentally mows your elderly neighbour’s pathway, metal scratching against the pavement deafeningly- except the elder woman simply sniffles before falling back to her slumber. a breathless giggle escapes your glossy lips, twiddling your sticky fingers at the boy who whips his head towards you at the joyous sound, witnessing his knees buckle before the cacophony of metallica begins to approach the pair of you. steve stares in shock as eddie “the freak” munson pulls up to your place, a smirk drawing themselves over the pale boy’s lips that were already nursing a cigarette at the sight of you, doe eyed and sensual. the sun kissed boy slumps over the lawn mower as you flutter your eyelashes at the metalhead, manicured toes curling in your platform sandals. you pop up from your place on the stairs at eddie’s playful honk, discarding the remains of your popsicle on the sidewalk for a family of ecstatic ants. steve’s lips fall agape as you walk over to the passenger side of the van facing him, winking hotly in his direction before lifting yourself into the vehicle. he swallows dryly as eddie kisses you deeply, violently, nicotine coated tongue assaulted by the fruity sweetness of yours. a roached cigarette dangles between his ringed fingers, neglected as he manhandles you. the only thing that pops steve out of his staring is a honk behind eddie’s van, startling the pair of you apart before tommy’s voice destroys the dreamlike sequence. “sometime today, freak!” and steve swears he sees you send him a cheeky smile through the open windshield before you speed off, eddie’s tattooed middle finger waving in the air towards tommy. untouchable.
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This happens to me every-time I watch a new show or movie
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It's been so long since I've attempted all 7 of them kids
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It's time to d-d-d-d-duel!!!
Yu-Gi-Oh! is such a ridiculous show and I love it. Without hyperbole, Bev and I watch this show, unironically, at least once a year.
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