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mewmewbones · 2 years

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inch the inchworm uses he/it pronouns

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soft-dawn-mlm · 2 years

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Gotta let people know that I'm on the asexual spectrum but I'm also a Slut

#mlm #mlnb #men loving nonbinary #men loving men #t4t #nblm #trans mlm

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lumberjackloverboy-moved · 2 years

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reminder that this isn’t just a mlm blog, it nlm too and will never be just for ‘masc aligned’ nlm. bigender, multigender, genderfluid, and any other ‘fem aligned’ nonbinary people will always be more than welcome here

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gaylittlegoth · 2 years

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tbh he reminds me of a vampire in the sexiest prettiest silliest little way <3 god it is so special

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himbo-hypnos · 2 years

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Ohhhhgghh I’m just a small short fat man full of so much love and nobody to direct it aaaat!!!!!!! 💓💗💛💙💝🧡💘💚💙💖💗💓🧡💛

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feral-balatron · 1 year

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Men. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

#mlm #gay #achillean #men appreciation #men loving men #nblm #men loving nonbinary #men

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jessiesketches · 2 years

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Happy Pride! Aelric is omnisexual!

Aelric doesn’t care who you are or who you’re attracted to, he’s interested in getting you know you because you’re cool and hot. He acknowledges that gender representation is different for everyone, and he loves them all.

❤️💖🖤💙💜

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pinkchaosart · 1 year

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Blood and Thorns - Chapter Eight (Part 1)

Chapter 8 (Part One): Dances and Burglaries (Read Chapter 1 (part one) here) - (See here for a complete list of chapters)

Rosalind was nothing if not a curious witch. They were the heir of the coven’s second family but they honestly could not care less about who’s-who and who’s-where and any of the absolute nonsense their mother was obsessed with. Ever since they were a child, Rosalind’s mother had been preoccupied with the idea that the Bloodswell family had been cheated out of the lofty leadership role of the coven, but since their father’s death last year, her interest had turned fanatical. It made Rosalind resent their mother, actually. They supposed she justified it to herself, saying it was for the family’s honour, but honestly? Rosalind just wanted to study their magic and dance.

So when Marcus had invited them to his family’s famous library, not only was Rosalind keen to peruse the expansive shelves, but they were also more than eager to get away from their mother for a few precious hours. Being her only child and heir, Victoria was over-protective of them, so they decided to keep Marcus’ invitation to themself. If their mother knew they’d been invited back she would lose her mind. She already had it out for Sapphire, Rosalind didn’t want her meddling in their own friendships and developing a friendship with Frigga Thorneheart’s fiancé was fertile soil for meddling. Marcus had said he wanted to show them something. Intriguing. Rosalind wasn’t close to anyone in the coven but they had wanted to get to know Marcus better for a long time. Maybe they could be good friends, Rosalind vaguely thought to themself, even if there didn’t seem to be a lot of common ground between the two of them. He was beautiful, though. They smothered the thought for the third time this morning. It didn’t matter what Rosalind might feel or how long they’d felt it, Marcus was engaged and only just. It had been announced officially two days ago. It hadn’t been a surprise despite the easy assumption that Marcus was interested in men only. It was the only reason why the engagement seemed out of place, though his being betrothed to a woman didn’t mean that wasn’t the case. After all, Frigga Thorneheart was a dyed-in-the-womb lesbian, Rosalind had known for years. She played her “obedient heir-apparent” role well, but Rosalind wasn’t fooled. They were fairly certain there was something going on between her and one of the staff members in her home. It was none of Rosalind’s business, they didn’t care what the woman did. Really, they didn’t care about what anyone did. Which is why they didn’t feel guilty about visiting Marcus that beautiful spring day. They wore their standard black ensemble, though it would be a lie if they said they didn’t wear their more fitted suit for the visit or that they hadn’t put more thought into what jewelry they’d picked out. Never hurt to make a good impression, especially because… Because nothing, just because. They were shown to the library by a servant who informed them Marcus would be in shortly. Rosalind looked at the space and was in awe. High ceilings, walls lined with shelves filled edge-to-edge with thousands of books. One of the walls was fully windows, allowing the light to dance on the shiny marble floor tiles. There was several rows of book shelves down the room and every so often there would be a gorgeous black table or a plush couch to recline on and at the very end of the room was a beautiful grand piano, black with ivory keys. Rosalind quietly walked to it and touched a key softly. It had been a long time since they’d played, a few years, opting to focus on dance and magical studies, but the note ringing out struck a chord in their heart; maybe they’d make a point to play a bit more. Rosalind looked out the window which overlooked the back of the house. It was a beautifully manicured park filled with walkways and bushes and all sorts of flora. There was a few open spaces for recreational sport or something, and was that a creek? The scene was lavish, and Rosalind wouldn’t mind being invited back there, for sure. They’d have to get past this visit first. There was no guarantee Marcus would even invite them back. The door opened again, and Marcus’ voice was heard speaking with someone walking with him. “And! Maybe we could get some of those little, uh, what were those things that were at the party the other day?” “The hors d’oeuvres, sir?” “Yeah! Please, if we’ve got those, I don’t know what the options are but like, all those would be great!” “Of course.” “Thanks a bunch, Jenkins, you’re the man!” The servant, Rosalind assumed named Jenkins, left and closed the door behind him leaving Marcus. He was in quite the outfit, tightly fitted everything with a loose, sheer shift on top that Rosalind was pretty sure was meant for women, his long hair tucked into a loose braid and were those? Did the man have flowers in his hair? It was cute and it suited him, but Rosalind was used to seeing the man in something a bit more formal. Marcus turned from the door and spun around, seeking out his guest. He spotted Rosalind near the piano and waved enthusiastically. “I’m so glad you came!” Rosalind’s heart skipped a beat and they weren’t quite sure how to approach this. Marcus was clearly not playing a game of mental chess like Rosalind had been prepared for. “It’s quite the library, the rumours don’t do it justice.” Marcus strolled over to Rosalind. “Do you play piano? I never had the discipline for it.” He wistfully looked at the beautiful instrument. “I did learn, but I haven’t played in quite a while.” Rosalind answered. “I’ve been focussing on my other studies.” “Ah yes, all you witches are like that, huh?” Marcus sat on the piano bench, a playful smile on his face. Rosalind didn’t know how to reply. “What…do you mean by that?” “So serious all the time.” Rosalind smiled a little which made Marcus grin. “I suppose you’re not wrong about that, Marcus. But magic can be fun.” “Oh yeah?” He was challenging them, and Rosalind was curious to see what Marcus was up to, so Rosalind made him scoot over on the bench slightly and sat next to him. It was closer than Rosalind let anyone get to them normally, but what was the harm? No need to be weird about it. Rosalind would just be weird about it to themself. They brought their hands to the keys and focussed a small bit of magical energy into their fingers. Before they played, they glanced up to Marcus who was waiting with a stupid look on his face, challenging Rosalind to prove him wrong. They played a short, lively tune, took their hands off the keys, leaving the keys to continue the song without their participation, a soft red light dancing across the keys playing for them. Marcus gasped softly. “That must come in handy at parties!” He shot up from his seat and offered a hand to Rosalind, asking them to dance. It made them a bit uneasy. They weren’t self-conscious about their own dance or their ability to maintain a spell and dance at the same time. That kind of thing was easy. They also weren’t bothered about dancing with a very attractive man and being extremely close to him even though they didn’t know each other that well, not completely. It was more Rosalind was known for being hard-to-read and hard to get close to, and it was on purpose. They had put up walls to protect themself from the nonsense that went on in the coven, and this man was just waltzing right past them, like they didn’t exist at all. It was fine, no harm in a silly dance. Rosalind allowed Marcus to lead, and Rosalind had the piano play something more appropriate. It was nice to dance with someone who had proper training, most of the other coven members trained for a year or two and then moved on to other interests, but Rosalind had found freedom in it and had stayed with the discipline. Marcus had too, apparently. And if they enjoyed Marcus’ hand on their waist? No need to worry too much about it. When they had finished, Marcus applauded Rosalind’s magical music before switching gears with a grin. “Come on, I have something to show you.” They walked to a bookshelf together a few shelves in, and Marcus began looking for a specific volume. Rosalind looked at a few of the book titles, realizing they were in a very specific section. Spirits, mediums, fae, and necromancy, all things their own family was famous for being talented in. Marcus had apparently found something here he thought might interest Rosalind, and soon enough he pulled an old journal from the shelf. He handed it over. “I found this a week ago and I wondered if you might want to take a look at it.” Rosalind’s brow furrowed, trying to see what this book was, but it was a bit dark between the shelves. Without a word they turned to walk to the window for better lighting. They heard Marcus scurry behind them, but Rosalind’s attention was on the book completely. It was a handwritten copy of a book they had at home, but this copy was considerably older, not to mention in a language Rosalind was barely proficient in. It was the original of a book their mother’s grandmother had written discussing the particulars of a particular branch of spirit work. “You…You just found this?” Rosalind asked flabbergasted. Marcus nodded. “Yeah, I was looking for something else but this book caught my eye. I’ve no idea what it’s about, though, do you?” Rosalind smiled absently. “I can read most of it, though… It’s quite old. This is my great-grandmother’s book, the grandmother I was named after, actually.” “Oh, really? Her name was Rosalind?” They hesitated, still looking through the pages delicately. “No, her spouse’s.” They glanced apprehensively at Marcus before looking back at the book. Marcus thought for a moment, confused, before he realized his mistake. Rosalind had changed their day-to-day name a number of years ago, and apparently he’d completely forgotten completely. “Oh, yes, right, of course.” “Takada, that was her maiden name before she married into the Bloodswell family… She must have written this book when she was quite young, then. I wonder,” they flipped through the pages towards the front of the book, looking for a date or some kind of historical event by which they might judge the tome’s age. “Perhaps she’d written this before the family moved here. Possibly.” “That’s pretty cool! To think this could have been written countries away!” “It’s incredibly valuable, Marcus. It’s the original copy of a translated version we have at home but…” “Your family should have this one, though, don’t you think?” Rosalind looked up from the book at Marcus’ face. He was in earnest, he was genuine, he was adorable. Fuck, get a grip. Rosalind steeled themself against that thought and deeply inhaled. It actually meant a lot that Marcus was offering such a valuable keepsake to them. “Are you sure?” Marcus nodded with enthusiasm, and Rosalind was overcome by the gesture. “Thank you, Marcus, that’s incredibly generous of you.” “Nonsense, Ros! It’s your family’s, you guys should have it.” Damn this man was sweet, but they had already been painfully aware of that for years. Marcus followed Rosalind through the library’s shelves for a few minutes before an attendant brought up tea and the hors d’oeuvres Marcus had asked for. The two friends took up a space at a nearby table. Marcus asked some questions about the book and its contents. He wasn’t competent in anything magical or scientific, but it was endearing. It was a relief to Rosalind, actually. It meant they didn’t have to be exceptional like they usually did, they could be curious and magical and…themself. To lower their defences, to allow themself to be open around others was alien to them, but Marcus had an energy that disarmed Rosalind in a way they hadn’t encountered before. They were still reserved and quiet, but they found themself laughing and teasing a bit more than they would ever dare with anyone else. It was like loosing a corset that had been tied too tight. Marcus was an arts person, a poetry man in particular. Not Rosalind’s strong suit, but Marcus happily read some of his favourite poems for them and it was enjoyable, relaxing. Poetry and tea, Rosalind couldn’t think of a better use of their time this afternoon. Or any afternoon. Marcus had a lovely reading voice, it sounded like singing the way he spoke. By the time Rosalind was meant to leave, they had been invited to stay for dinner. Which they desperately wanted to accept, but could not. They did not want their mother knowing where they were and sending a message telling her they would be eating with the Magnus-Monroes would be the beginning of the end for this friendship. She’d engineer some way for it to be used against the Thornehearts and Rosalind wanted nothing to do with that rubbish, so it was with a heavy heart they left on schedule, but with the promise they would be back soon. A promise they kept six times over the next two weeks.

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queerism1969 · 5 months

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kings-of-nowheremlm · 1 year

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Boyfriend sweater, boyfriend horror movie nights, costume shopping at the spirit Halloween, pumpkin carving and Carmel Apple sharing at the carnival if this is anything

#t4t #transgender #mlm #gay #queer #lgbtq #nbylm #nonbinary #men loving men #men loving nonbinary #bisexual #anyways gay gay homo I am whispering in your ear

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prettypierbi · 1 month

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I love 🖤

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mewmewbones · 2 years

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Concept: Boy giving a cold boy his leather jacket (they r in love and cold boy is now cozy)

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soft-dawn-mlm · 1 year

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i just want that feeling of knowing that they are only in the next room, and if i need him, i can call for him. and if they need me, he can call for me too. and we would only be a few steps away.

#mlm #mlnb #men loving men #men loving nonbinary #achillean

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junotter · 9 months

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All the jokes about Ken and horses are good but I just wanna say it's such a good parallel to how actual young men get swept into misogyny and the patriarchy.

Like they're told to believe it means men get to be cool and manly and have this power but with that comes extremely rigid commands of what they can be as a man and a cycle of self hatred for never matching those gender roles perfectly. Patriarchy tells men that if they just do exactly what is expected of them, then they get all the "cool stuff" that comes with. That doesn't work though when there's only a small group that actually gets that power, but men will keep trying to fit into those roles in hopes that they can.

In the end there are no horses or the myth men are told, it's just endless cycles of self hatred and ingroup fighting.

#barbie #barbie movie #barbie spoilers #ig #ive got a lot more on how barbie looks at feminism and the patriarchy cause god they did it #not to say there isnt faults such as very little conversation about intersectionality #but i can also understand the impossible task of talking about EVERYTHING in one movie #not everyone will be happy and thats fine #anyway i think something barbie did really well is fight this battle of both wanting so deeply to love (romantically or not) men but also #not dismissing the fact its mens job to solve their problems themselves #that even if women need to be the front runners of breaking the patriarchy men cannot rely on them to solve their own problems completely #also just god im so glad this wasnt a girl boss slay movie #women deserve respect and love and life regardless of accomplishment #we should not have to be ceos and presidents and world problem solvers to gain equality #i can also understand if nonbinary people feel left out/disconnected from the movie #but as always gender abolition and acknowledging the gender binary (ie the one societially impossed) go hand and hand 👍#just incase cause idfk terfs dni the barbie movie is not for you #barbie literally states constantly that her gender has nothing to do with (non existent) genitals so f off

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himbo-hypnos · 2 years

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are you the red boyfriend or the blue boyfriend

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uncanny-tranny · 4 months

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The absolute biggest thing I've learned as a trans guy: there is nothing more masculine and manly than not caring about looking or acting masculine or manly. Growing your masculinity or manhood takes time and care - you have no obligation to let the world water your garden when you can do that just fine (and you can, even if it doesn't feel like you can!)

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #nonbinary #trans advice #got a stereotypically 'feminine/woman' piercing and. i feel like a man *inverted shania twain riff from man! i feel like a woman*#nothing affirms my manhood more than not caring about the genuinely toxic imaginings that the world has about manhood and men like me 👍#yes it can be a struggle ESPECIALLY if you're somebody who actively has to defend your masculinity/manhood...#...it's hard for me too sometimes. i had to not only build my manhood but jealously defend it from the 'phobes...#...but i am all the better for it because this is MINE. i have never truly owned something in this way...#...i don't own other people nor my cats nor even my material possessions - not in the way i own my manhood...#...i own it like a tiger owns his territory and i defend it similarly...#...i do not WANT to own my loved ones or possessions the same as i own my manhood and masculinity. this is special to me #my manhood was *made* for me to be owned anyway. i feel that applies to every trans person who hasn't felt able to own themselves #this is in the same vein as learning to cast aside the cissexist views of bodies&experiences that can make dysphoria worae

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