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I love you relationship anarchy I love you polyamory I love you queerplatonic relationships I love you unlabeled relationships I love you deep platonic relationships that define themselves I love you deep romantic relationships that define themselves I love you any relationship that defines itself I love you people who love completely and comfortably I love you people learning how to love however comfortable for them I love people I love love
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bizarreaizen · 1 year
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i love platonically flirting with people it's literally the best omg <//3
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be-in-a-qpr-with · 1 year
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be in a qpr with someone who pets you like a cat
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r0p3-bun · 6 months
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thinking about qpr's again and smiling. I feel so soft lol
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sleepy-seal · 6 months
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my beautiful partner won't let me eat the tantalizing aquarium gravel
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aspyn-posts · 8 months
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I love my queer platonic partner so much
They are literally my favorite person and I don’t know where I’d be without them- I met them less than a year ago, I’ve never heard their voice or given them a hug. I haven’t seen them smile and we live countries away. But I spend 15 minutes every morning and night coming up with a good morning and good night message that’s different every day and makes them feel special. I feel closer to them than i ever have with people I know in real life.
I thank the goddess of Love every prayer for blessing me with such an amazing partner who makes me smile whenever they talk to me, always brightens my day, and makes the worst, most depression-y days feel better. I don’t know what I did to deserve them, but it must have been amazing.
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rolaplayor101 · 1 year
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Rukia: there are only two reasons to get married: for the financial benefits, and...
Rukia:...??
Ikkaku: Rukia, you're married???
Renji: did you say financial benefits?
Rukia: yeah I already said that
Ikkaku: ????!
Rukia, still thinking:... Oh right! Couples discounts!
Renji: but isn't that still under financial benefits?
Ikkaku: you! Have! A! Child!!!
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I think about this a lot. I want to be in a relationship that is very romantic but I also feel like I would view it as not romantic and maybe even ironic. Not for a lack of attraction (of any kind), but bc the way I view romantic activities and platonic activities overlap and intertwine in a way that “levels (of attraction)” don’t exist.
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nicospillowfort · 6 months
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☆ hey hey! welcome pal! im nico/nyx, and this is my personal blog for anything and everything i want :3 ☆
♡ im an alter from @buddysys! i use any pronouns, but i really love it when people use contradictory language for me (ex. "shes my boyfriend" / "hes my girlfriend") ♡
-> my exomemories! <-
○ i like marine life, exploring, being comfy in forts, furry art and dogs! ○
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gonna embarrass myself today
my partner and i became friends through text and when i met her in person i didnt recognize her but i didnt want to be rude so i pretended like i did
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daybringersol · 7 months
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best qpr representation ive ever seen (i want what they have)
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soothingsoftness · 1 year
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love is a bit of a strong word
relationships: queerplatonic noé/vanitas, platonic noé/dominique
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summary: “What on earth is love?” The answer to that question, and what it entails.
angst, fluff, character analysis, and a much needed conversation.
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Noé was almost out of breath by the time he reached the small bakery that Dominique had asked him to meet her at. He slowed himself down before opening the door, attempting to catch his breath.
His shift had ended late and he had ended up sprinting for the last few city blocks. Added to the fact that Noé had no way to stop and check the time (and so what if he had gotten lost a few times?), he was already preparing a list of apologies, palms sweaty with anxiety. He took his gloves off and tried wiping them off on the front of his coat, but to no avail.
Noé put his gloves back on with a grimace, the fabric sticking to his hands.
 
Part of him was still nervous to see her after the ‘incident’ at the amusement park, although more than a month had passed. They were still talking to each other, but not without some kind of wall between them. 
It felt different, but that was only because the now fragile threads keeping them together finally broke, after years of slowly but surely growing more frayed and tattered.
Another (more vocal) part of him was determined to mend their relationship after not realizing how it had fallen apart until it was almost too late. Her lonely silhouette on the Ferris wheel still haunted his nightmares.
Noé shuddered. Mending their friendship was the least he could do, so that Domi would never have to feel like that again.
 
He opened the door with a newfound spark of determination (or adrenaline) and found that he was one of the only people inside the tiny establishment.
Only a moment later he realized with alarm that Dominique wasn’t there.
..Until he saw the analog clock on a nearby wall that clearly said that he was, in fact,  early, for once . Well , he noted with a lump in his throat, this certainly isn’t something I expected. 
The interior of the shop was nice enough. There were watercolor paintings along the wall, along with a few other tables, only one of which that was filled. Soft natural lighting filled the room, and he could even see a piano in the corner of his eye, gathering dust.
The atmosphere was quaint and comfortable. He could even hear the soft clacking of dishes in a sink, along with far off voices and even more distant laughter. He let himself get lost in the sounds, sinking further into his cushioned chair.
Dominique had always been the one that was early and waiting with a pleasant (fabricated?) smile, so he was unsure of what to do other than sit at a table and let his knee bounce nervously.
 
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be-in-a-qpr-with · 6 months
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Being in a qpr with someone (especially if it's your first "relationship") it's so great. The way I explain it is as if someone placed a huge blank canvas with all the art supplies I can think of and let me do what I want.
You can explore, experiment and communicate more freely I feel like it's because you are not restricted to the rules of what a "traditional relationship" is and that's my favourite thing about it, beside my queerplatonic partner of course!!
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*gazes at you with murderous intent* is this love i feel?
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sleepy-seal · 9 months
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sometimes all a relationship is is just a kind of improv where you keep "yes and-ing" but it's genuine and it's raw and it's everlasting
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joysthenameblog · 2 years
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I cant belive that the first time I heard of qprs (queer platonic relationships) were in a Sanders sides fanfic, and the only other sort of media I've seen it in that isn't directly about the a-spec community is the dirtbag boyband Bears in Trees
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