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choco-glow · 2 years

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REBLOGGING FOR INSPIRATION LATER

holy shit this is AMAZING

“The prince just fell in love with Cinderella because of her looks!”

Wrong. Okay, picture this–

So there’s the prince, okay? He’s like, smack dab in the center of the ballroom, and he is like, horrifically aware that this whole ball thing is a result of his dad falling into a panic about the royal lineage or whatever and he’s stuck listening to highborn girl after highborn girl, all lined up, introducing themselves like, “Oh yeah my family’s been a longtime supporter of the crown, and I think you’re cute, *cough* I’ve been told I have child-bearing hips *cough* Who said that? Anyway–” and Princey boy is just smiling through it, he has been the center of attention for entirely too long, he misses his emotional support horse, and is just internally like “Someone please kill me now.” And then… he sees her–This isn’t a love at first sight thing, this is a ‘what the hell is going on over there’ thing, because this girl has not gotten into the Debutante line for a solid 45 minutes.

She’s just at the hors d’oeuvres table going HAM on the prosciutto-wrapped asparagus, and like, she’s polite about it, she’s happy to move aside for other people grabbing punch and canapes (and she’s really so sweet with the wait staff, it’s kind of cute because they’re like… definitely not used to being acknowledged) but it’s like, “Damn girl, did you not eat today?” and then the prince is kind of stuck with the uncomfortable thought of ‘how many girls starved themselves to fit into a corset for this.’ And then the Prince realizes he’s missed the past 4 Debutante introductions because he’s watching Mystery girl hork down crab rangoons. So he’s like, “Excuse me” and manages to break free from the never-ending parade of girls who will hop on his dick for status.

And as he’s approaching Mystery Girl, it’s kind of hitting him that something’s not quite natural about her. Not fake, but not quite real. But at the same time this whole evening’s been just a whole circus of people acting fake as hell, so like, someone seeming a little off doesn’t seem bad, necessarily. And he sidles up to her like, “Hi,” and she’s like, “Oh–hey, have you tried the tapenade?” and she points to one of the plates, and at this point, he could hit her with the “You don’t know who I am, do you?” deal or the “Very funny, I see your play” deal, but at this point it occurs to him that, no, he hasn’t had anything to eat throughout this whole damn ball, partially because of being stuck in the debutante parade, partially because of nerves, and there’s something so disarming about the question that he grabs a crostini and she still seems so food-focused that it doesn’t seem possible that this is a play. So they both grab little plates and ditch the party.

She pretty much clears her plate in under two minutes and then has half of his plate, he’s cool with it, mostly he’s just absolutely fascinated listening to her.

See here’s the thing about Cinderella:

1. She doesn’t know he’s the prince. Like yeah, he’s been at the center of the room, but she’s kind of spent half the party eagerly looking around everywhere she’s allowed to go (”Have you seen rose garden? Have you seen the solarium??” further confirmation that she doesn’t know who she’s talking to) and the other half stuffing her face with food.

2. She assumes she’s never going to see anyone here tonight again, and no one recognizes her, so she has no filter.

So she’s just talking about whatever with this guy. He seems cool. She talks about her friends, who are rats. She makes little outfits for them. Sometimes they bring her little gifts. She is already the coolest person the prince has ever met because of this. She pretty much offhandedly talks about whatever is fucked up about the kingdom that would take his advisors two hours of hemming and hawing and watering down to address. She just says it like it’s nothing, just funky little things she’s observed, and again, she’s not aware that he’s the prince, but it’s still pretty damn bold to bring up at a literal royal ball.

She… seems to have the majority of graces that lots of girls from Respectable Families™ have, but there’s something strange about it, something simultaneously broken and hardened, like the way you can see where ice has thawed and re-frozen. Also the way she talks about her family, and the way she avoids talking about her family– is raising several red flags, not in the “Oh this is another person trying to take advantage of me” sense, but in the “Oh fuck, something’s gone really wrong and you need help” sense and also lowkey a ‘damn is she even getting fed?’ sense. But he can’t say, ‘Hey, that’s not fucking normal for people to say that to you or treat you that way. We need to get you out of there,’ without sounding crazy himself, so for now, he’s just going to chill, make sure she’s comfortable, and keep enjoying the evening. She’s somehow befriended like 4 of the waitstaff so they’re willing to cover for them while they disappear for a little bit, and they get plenty of time to talk, but eventually it hits her that she hasn’t danced yet and she’s like “Come on! I bet we can make the prince jealous!” and he just bursts out laughing at that like “hell yeah, let’s make the prince jealous. He’s a real asshole.” Like clearly she’s having a good time, so who is he to make it weird? So they head back to the ballroom and they dance. And our girl, Mystery Girl, Cinderella, while they’re dancing, becomes acutely aware that everyone is staring. That doesn’t seem quite right. Like, yeah she’s hot, she knows she’s hot, but at least a good third of the party should still be focused on the prince, right? Where is that guy, anyway?

Oh.

Oh wait.

Oh shit.

And Princey Boy actually picks up on her realization and they whisper argue for like 3 minutes. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Now I feel like a goddamn idiot!” “I dunno it was nice being treated like a normal person” “Well me treating you like a normal person makes me a goddamn felon or something did you consider that?!” “Hey–Hey–it’s cool–you’re cool–I think you’re amazing, and if anyone says shit about you, I can shut it down.” “Well I don’t like that! That’s fucked up!” “I agree. It is fucked up, but I believe in you, and I think you should have a chance, and I’m here to back you up. I know power is fucked up right now. I know. But are you cool with working with me to change that?” And our girl Cindy pauses on that for a couple seconds, because.. she’s just spent hours with this guy and like.. she knows he’s a good guy, she knows he means well, so she’s like, “I don’t know how long I can actually work with you.” and the prince is like “Look, I know your home situation is complicated right now, but I really think we can–”

And then the bell starts ringing.

It’s midnight.

And then she takes off in a panic, and our prince just met the coolest person ever, and like, he’s pretty sure whatever situation they’re headed back to is fucked up, and all he’s got going to find her is a shoe. A shoe.

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CampNano FicDump #1

Just what it says on the tin; just a bit of fic, Breath of the Wild/Age of Calamity to be specific, from today’s writing. The OG stuff is staying in files for now (because it’s connected to novellas I’m working on for publishing), but fic’ll be shared periodically through the month!

Shadows, seemingly darker here, spread in wide swathes over the canyon rock, starlight and moonlight lost behind gloomy storm clouds, and the scout placed a steady hand on the still-warm rock face, closing his eyes, not to see better…but to listen. Above him, the soft lowing howl of the winds off the Gerudo Highlands, almost as ancient as Lanayru peak, carried a bite of snow and ice that he could scent even this far into the lowland canyons. Below, the shift of sand on rock, each tiny piece grating away just a little more rock to join them, a sursurrus that was as surreal to him as it was comfort to the desert folk. The steady flap-flap of the Yiga banners fluttering in the wind provided a soft beat between the two sounds, and distantly, he could hear voices in that peculiar Yiga language, a bastardization of his own Sheikah…

Another sound. This one closer, sharper, the sound of a sandal on the stone, and Link opened his eyes a fraction, slitted against the grit and dust still blowing through the canyon, lips twisting in a scowl under his mask. But the sound moved away from him, showing that it was only a patrol, and as easily as he’d melted into the canyon, he melted back out, making his careful way back to the stable that led to Gerudo desert. The sands were soft and quiet tonight, the lizalfos all bedded down with bokoblins and moblins alike, and as Link ran, he changed into his civilian gear, pausing only to pull on his boots before letting down his hair into a simple ponytail and inwardly cursing the need to put his missions back to back.

And he’d learned little of the Yiga’s movements; they guarded their canyon holding well, and short of an all out attack that would cripple the armies of Hyrule, they’d come out as victors. The thought made Link’s stomach lurch, and as dawn crested over the horizon to the east, casting pink and gold across the last of the sands, he pulled his hood up, furious that they’d remain free. For now. As it was, he had only a few days to report his findings to the head of the Sheikah spies, and then report to Hyrule Castle for his permanent assignment.

/Only because Da asked…and Mum begged./ His siblings were all in service to the castle, and had been from the time he was a child; he’d been the surprise baby, late in his parents’ lives, and it was only the fact that his father was half-Sheikah, and his mother whole, that they’d been able to be with him till now. Da was aging, and had mostly retired as little more than a trainer of new knights, while Mum was still very much the powerful Sheikah woman at eighty that defied much of time’s ravages. Still, Link had taken to missions early on; from fourteen, he’d served the Sheikah while his siblings served the King and his retinue. /At least Mum will be at the castle; she is the Spymaster, after all. Perhaps she can send a team to suss out the Yiga’s true intentions; back up wouldn’t be a bad idea./

He’d talk to her when he got back; he always did, close as he was to his mother, and she’d have some idea of where he was going to be stationed. With luck, it’d be where he could continue to do some good, rather than a sedentary posting in Mabe Village or the Research Lab. /Not what Da wants, but…well, he trained me, he knows how good I am./ As Link passed under the archway, hitting the stone road with purpose, he made haste to the stable, thoughts still on the next mission. /Hylia, if ever you’re listening, give me something /exciting/, something challenging. Maybe Zora’s Domain? I’d love to see Mipha and little Sidon again…/

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/Hylia. I’m sorry./ Link managed to keep himself from slapping his own face in sheer annoyance only by the thinnest shred of self-control; it wasn’t much help, and he closed his eyes, trying to breathe out his emotions. He wasn’t bothered with the task of escorting the Princess to her training and to talk to all of the proposed champions…but listening to Revali /bitch/ about every. Single. Little. Thing…was grating on his nerves something fierce. They’d gone to the Champion of Vah Medoh first, much to Link’s worry about the blizzard, and having dealt with the Rito forces raining down bomb arrows, sword strikes, and far more bullshit than he was paid to deal with, Link was…quite done.

And Revali was clearly having far too much fun lording over Zelda and Impa, giving them little half promises and ‘possible’ yes’s…Link had had enough. The little Guardian that had found him during the first battle he’d all but ridden into when he’d returned to Hyrule Castle scuttled behind Zelda, beeping softly, and he patted it as he pushed through the party, standing before his princess now. He could feel the anxiety rolling off her in waves, and crossed his arms, determined to win, at least, /this/ fight for her.

“If you’re done insulting our princess and pissing me off, you overgrown feathercushion, maybe we can get to the actual work of piloting Vah Medoh for the sake of ALL of Hyrule, the Rito included!” Link barked out, his voice harsh and sharp after the cold and two weeks being on the road in mostly silence. The Rito Champion stared down at him, eyes wide in surprise, and he took the opportunity to gently push past Zelda, annoyance flaring as he dropped his hood. “At what point are you going to give us an answer, hmm? At what point were you EVER going to pull your beak out of your ass and do something more to help your people? Or are you so proud a peacock that you need to lord over every tiny thing that you manage to succeed at?”

“…I…” Link brushed off Ravali’s startlement, warmed up now in his anger and on a roll.

“It makes you look like a damned fool, which we all know you’re not, because we wouldn’t have been here, fighting off Ganon’s hordes, helping YOU with the attack even after you bombed us out, if we didn’t think you were the best person to pilot the Divine Beast! Now, are you ready to pilot Vah Medoh, help your people and help us protect Hyrule…or are you going to sit here tweaking your bow and your beak up at everyone who comes to you. Your choice, /Master/ Revali. C’mon, let’s leave him to his featherplucking.” Sarcasm and anger dripping from his voice, Link ushered Zelda, Impa, and the little guardian back down the stairs, heading to the little shop to restock and find some better, warmer gear for all of them.

Impa was still in shock, but Zelda seemed to have recovered; she joined him in picking out some snowquill gear, and he sighed.

“…Princess, I owe you an apology.”

“For speaking your mind and saying what we’re all thinking? You needn’t apologize for that. I’m grateful…I…I apologize for not growing more of a spine.” He smiled, just a little, and shook his head, eyes soft as he glanced over at her.

“You’re trying to be diplomatic; I can’t fault you there. Sincerely, Princess, you’re still new to a lot of this, and with the strain of your training and the traveling and your research…small wonder you’re struggling. That is, in part, why I was chosen to be your guard, y’know.” She blinked, surprised, and Link chuckled. “To hell with it, you’ll find out at some point. Mum’s the spymaster, so I came into both the Sheikah and the knights with twice the skills and a supreme dislike of bullies. I’d just returned from spying on the Yiga when I joined the Hyrule Field battle.”

“…That’s why you’re…that explains your skill and speed!”

“Mm, and why my father was so insistant on you taking me as your knight. It wasn’t nepotism; it’s simply that I’m best suited to both protect you, and aid you. C’mon, let’s pay up and see if Master Ravali’s ready to talk properly.” She beamed at that, really brightening up, and Link smiled, comforted to see the worry she carried so heavily lift, just a little. Impa had been watching them, dark eyes softened, and he nodded to her; she nodded back, understanding passing between them in a single glance, and after changing, they made their way back up to Revali, who looked…well, still arrogant, but his voice was softer as he apologized to Zelda.

“Princess, my most profound apology is in order; your knight was correct, I…was feeling too proud of myself. I would be honored to fight for all of Hyrule, as the pilot of Vah Medoh…morever, I feel a kinship with the Beast that…I’m frankly surprised at.” Zelda brightened even more.

“That may be because you are the most likely descendant of Vah Medoh’s namesake; much was lost in the time of the Great Sea, but from what records do survive, we believe you are of her bloodline, and the Beast has a strong correlation between bloodlines and persons. As such, we are grateful for your assistance; we do not think anyone else could pilot Medoh.” He brightened at that, crest rising with interest, and bowed over her hand gracefully.

“Then I accept my post as Champion of the Winds; I shall take to the skies in Vah Medoh and guard the north for Hyrule.” Zelda blessed him, thanking him again, and as Ravali took to the skies, Link led the entourage back down to exit Rito Village, glad his outburst had at least produced some good. /Wasn’t my smartest move, I’ll admit, but bullies sometimes need a reminder that they’re not the only strong ones./ Thankfully, the other three Champions were nothing like Ravali in nature; Urbosa, Queen of the Gerudo, was an old friend of the Queen and Zelda’s godmother, Daruk of the Goron had always been an amiable fellow, and Mipha…

/King Dorephan won’t take kindly to it, but Mipha can convince him, that much I’m sure of. She’d fight for Hyrule and the Zora, and I know her heart knows Vah Ruta…/ But then, Link’s mother had been a long-time friend of Dorephan, and so Mipha and Link had known each other since he was a child. And none of the other three would be so insulting; Mipha simply couldn’t, Urbosa loved Zelda like her own daughter, and Daruk simply didn’t have a mean rock in his body when it came to people he liked. He heaved a sigh of relief as they mounted back up and joined the rest of the troops. /That much will be easier. Thank Hylia for that…/

#unedited #ficdump #camp nano april 2022 #camp nanowrimo #camp nano #Breath of the Wild fic #Age of Calamity fic #sheikah link #revali #zelda #impa #terrako

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choco-glow · 2 years

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choco-glow · 2 years

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Rainbow Prompts

For those who participate...it’s Camp Nanowrimo again! Because I’ve been been unable to participate for the last...mostly two years with ease, I’ve been working on these rainbow prompts, 35 in total, that were just...midday, middle of the night, evening, morning, you name it...and now, I’m sharing them with all of you to celebrate spring, Pride, and everything in between.

These are fair use, free to all, and if you use ‘em, tag me! I’d love to read your work in every fashion, or see it, if it’s a drawing/painting/doodle! Reblog, share it around, and if you wanna do the same thing, just start with Red and work your way through all of ROYGBIV!

1. Red drenched his hands, laughter ringing in his ears…and the artist grinned, shaking the red paint off with a laugh of his own as he dunked his hands in the bucket of soapy water.

2. Red hair, rosy cheeks, and a fiery crimson motorbike flashed in his vision, and he stared after her, eyes locked on that bleached denim jacket and those curve-hugging jeans.

3. Red ribbons fell first, then locks and locks of dark hair, twin braids followed by smaller snippets, shorn free by shaking hands and bitten off swears.

4. Red was the color of true love’s kiss…and the stain of lust’s first plundering, leaving the princess battered in the bed she’d only just woken in.

5. Red light glimmered in the darkness, a distant lavafall in this dark, dangerous ravine that she’d found herself trapped in; Alice drew the Vorpal Blade and hefted her shield, her armor only creaking a little as she descended from the broken pathway.

6. Oranges bounced to the ground as the little boy swung from the tree, his voice silent as he clambered higher still, seeking that one ripe, perfect orange…

7. Orange dust settled over the city, a mixture of the bright soil and ash from the nearby ancient volcano and the flowers that covered its slopes.

8. Orange dusk in his rearview mirror, midnight blue ahead, the hunter shifted his grip on the steering wheel and glanced at his passenger seat, swallowing a little as the baby he’d found stirred in her sleep.

9. Orange glowed just under his eyelids, and the doctor winced away from the bright light; he’d only just gotten to sleep…when he heard the click of a gun cocking.

10. Orange creamsicles were the only real summertime treat, she decided, taking a delicate bite from hers, all the more to make it last as long as she could…but the heat was forcing her hand, and Gaia sighed as a sticky drop fell on her brown skin.

11. Yellow corn cobs, glowing in the low light of the kitchen, buttered and salted just so, made a sturdy companion to flash fried green beans and a well-cooked steak, and as the chef passed it over, her lips quirked up in a warm smile as the old man took it with a shy thanks.

12. Yellow grasses, green grasses, and tall spots of blue, pink, yellow and white covered the rolling plains below, waving like a sea of molten gold as the wind rippled across the prairie; it really was a lovely sight, especially from her little Cessna.

13. Yellow faded bruises mottled his skin, and he hunched down in the alley, too tired to keep walking on, but knew that if he stopped, they’d find him again…he gazed at the fingerprints on his arm, the purple fading into that sickly tinge, and with a wince, he stood once more.

14. Yellow dresses with white polka dots caught his eye; a mother and daughter, dancing and laughing in the rain, and he smiled just a little…and pressed the button.

15. Yellow ink on dark skin never holds, they said; you can’t make it stay, it’ll fade too fast…she smiled down at the sunflowers blooming on her forearm, and held them to the light, the heads turning with the sun.

16. Green ivy sprawled carelessly over her hands, tiny leaves bright, but darkening as they grew in size and strength up the vine, and she pressed a kiss to the largest leaf she could reach, breathing out a spell.

17. Green waters, rich and dark below, crested in shallow waves and crashed against the cliffside, wearing it down molecule by molecule, minute after minute, and for a moment, he closed his eyes and was the sea.

18. Green silk, the same shade as jade, flowed like water over the stone floor, and the prince danced with the swathe, pretending that his prince would one day come to rescue him.

19. Green Beret, Ranger, Marine…he’d had several titles over the last few years…but none were as powerful as ‘Dad’.

20. Greens like the one spread out before him were tit for tat anymore in this state, and a bane on the local ecosystem’s wildlife and ability to maintain itself.

21. Blue fire arced up the entryway, seeking out the next source of fuel, and he just barely dove for cover as the flame hit the rich oxygen tube…and exploded.

22. Blue dye bled into the hot, soapy water, but she didn’t care; this shirt was ruined anyway, and nothing was going to cover up the huge bloody stain across the back of it.

23. Blues was a hard genre to be a part of; someone was either causin’ ‘em, or singin’ about ‘em.

24. Bluebirds sang a pretty tune, singing to the young man whistling as he walked down the street, though they dared not alight upon his welcoming hand or shoulder, not after the young robin had done so…and died.

25. Blue paint poured onto the canvas, sparkling with pearl dust and a streak of gold, marbling from the oils trapped within and spreading over the once-white gesso with abandon.

26. Indigo beams, purpled with time and exposure and perhaps a touch of stain, held up the hunting lodge with care, accenting the dark walnut furnishings, the purplish heartwood almost glowing in the low light from the snow outside.

27. Indigo night fell softly, the clouds overhead muffling the sounds of the city as they settled low enough to reflect the street lights…but one area was oddly dark.

28. Indigo shadows and white-gold glimmers, magesight and magelight danced between enlightment…and a forever darkness.

29. Indigo smiled sweetly, her henna’d fingers dancing over the lap-harp strings, lips moving in a mantra only she remembered…and her voice rang out in a language long forgotten by the modern day, weaving a spell of song and sound.

30. Indigo glass set in a leaded frame glowed in the dawn light, the beveled edges and crystals set around it throwing rainbows about the whole room…he smiled as the dance of rainbow light filled his room, and for the first time, the scars on his chest and arm didn’t ache anymore.

31. Purple spirals of eggplant filled her plate, a curious salad in place of what one might consider a real salad, and not for the first time, she bit back a sigh; did they serve /anything/ here that counted as a full meal?

32. Purple cotton, a dozen different shades, filled the young man’s arms, and he laid the bolts on the cutting table, nervous…but the clerk only smiled, and he gave her the amounts he needed to make a baby quilt.

33. Purpled shadows, darkening as the sun sped towards the horizon, loomed over even the imposing pine trees, and they smiled a little; fear held no place in their heart.

34. Purple ink, glittery and smooth, flitted across the page in quick, loopy strokes, and when the letter was finished, she tore it to little pieces and slowly burned each scrap…with that, her message was sent.

35. Purple gloves, red hat, and a delightfully cute dress made her the talk of her bridge club.

#Camp Nanowrimo April #Rainbow writing prompts #writing prompts #rainbow #pride #nanowrimo #national novel writing month #writing #spring #new words new start

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choco-glow · 3 years

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Alright, that’s enough tumblr today.

Love y’all like chicken, and may you have the spoons you need.

Choco

#tired and grumpy #sleep is hard rn with fireworks

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choco-glow · 3 years

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the difference between bisexual and pansexual is that bi means all and pan only means two. hope this helps! ❤

#Good #I really do not appreciate both my identities #past and present #treated so callusly #Also #might be wise to provide links #prevents foot in mouth syndrome

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choco-glow · 3 years

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Point #1: Bisexuality and pansexuality are equally deserving of representation.

Point #2: Bisexuality is not all genders. There is a difference. Bisexuality is two or MORE genders, which I am thinking is where the biggest hang up is. I am bisexual. I am not attracted to the gender male generally speaking (the panromantic part is different and will not be discussed here). I am, however, attracted to female and nongender. Pansexuality, what I thought I was for many years, is attraction to people in the broadest sense of the word; there are no preferences, there is attraction regardless of gender. All, including agender, nonbinary, and others.

Point #3: There is no progressive/regressive difference between these two sexualities, and I do not understand why you think there is one. They are, as a general rule, separate identities, though people like myself will sometimes migrate from one to the other over the course of our lives.

Point #4: Literally every google search, including the very first result here:

https://www.minus18.org.au/articles/what's-the-difference-between-bisexual-and-pansexual

Tells you that your information is wrong. I do not know how you came to believe this information, but it is false, and it is very damaging. I do not know if you are queer (nor, frankly, do I particularly care), but a young person who is trying to understand themselves could be very easily confused and later on hurt by such misinformation, even if it’s nothing more than words. Words very, very much can hurt.

On top of that, this progressive/regressive thought process drives a wedge between sexualities, something that’s happened many times to the gay and lesbian movements over the last two decades, and we’re all here under the same umbrella; we gotta work together.

Point #5:

This is the pansexual flag, created in 2010 by one of our very own anons here on tumblr. Pink represents female, yellow represents nonbinary/agender, and blue represents male.

This is the bisexual flag, created in 1998 by Michael Page. Pink represents female, purple represents male/female/agender/nonbinary, though it used to only mean male/female, and blue represents male.

These flags are separate entities, though they have many similarities, and as such, are recognized here at https://outrightinternational.org/content/flags-lgbtiq-community.

Pansexuality: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pansexuality

Bisexuality: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bisexuality

Now then. I’m exhausted and in need of sleep before my last shift tonight, and I want you to stop reaction posting and read the history behind both pansexuality and bisexuality for your homework, and I expect to see a little more information behind discourse from here on.

Good day.

the difference between bisexual and pansexual is that bi means all and pan only means two. hope this helps! ❤

#pansexuality #bisexuality #misinformation

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