(if microlabels. contradictory labels, xenogender, etc. are something you have issue with, then dni please)
my hot take is that i side-eye this whole intellectualisation of queerness sometimes. like, i'm all for discussing and critically examining our identities (bc oh boy wouldn't it be ironic if i wasn't), but i just get the ick with how often we'll explain an identity with a paragraph of text behind it
like, okay, take for example the current discourse around the whole afab transfem/amab transmasc stuff; while, sure, i think explaining *why* someone might feel like that label represents them is helpful, i also feel like we shouldn't *have* to
like, if someone wants to call themselves something, then they can. i do not think there should be an expectation to explain, justify, or defend their reason; the sentence "i feel that this label genuinely represents how i feel" is sufficient
i suppose the reason it bothers me is that i see it disproportionately directed towards people who use microlabels or contradictory labels, and it often tends to imply that the use of such label is not enough, that it must be proven 'legitimate' before it can be accepted
idk, i haven't fully sifted through my thoughts on this (and obv there is a lot of nuance i'm skipping over here), it's just something i've been clocking lately
really been liking this guy by recent
Rafayel is for
• the escapism girls
• the romantasy girls
• the “no, it’s not perfect yet” girls
• the “always the artist, never the muse” girls
• the “yeah, i believe in soulmates” girls
• the “i’m my own worst critic” girls
• the “maybe one day someone will appreciate everything i have to give” girls
Xavier is for
• the “i wish i could catch a break” girls
• the “i’m so tired, but i can’t stop” girls
• the “i’ll take a break when i’m finished” girls
• the “oh, i forgot to eat again” girls
• the “i’ll be okay, i’m used to this” girls
• the insomniacs and chronic illness girls
• the “i don’t want to be a burden” girls
Zayne is for
• the “heartbreak songs remind me more of my parents than my ex” girls
• the “you don’t know the violence it took to become this soft” girls
• the “i’ll wait until i’m in the shower to cry” girls
• the burned out gifted kid girls
• the “i’m smart, but not smart enough” girls
• the poetry girls
• the “i don’t understand why i’m not good enough” girls
Sylus is for
• the eldest/only daughter
• the “i can handle it myself” girls
• the “i don’t feel a sense of accomplishment, just a mild sense of relief that it’s done” girls
• the “mature for your age” girls
• the “i’m tired of taking care of myself” girls
• the “my worth comes from my accomplishments” girls
• the “i wish someone would take the reins so i don’t have to” girls
Caleb is for
• the “i had to grow up before i was ready” girls
• the “why are you so loud?” girls
• the “no, i’m okay, what’s going on with you?” girls
• the therapist friend girls
• the maladaptive daydreaming girls
• the “i wish someone cared as much as i do” girls
• the “i don’t think i can do this anymore” girls
nice version
i love whenever random fandom drama shows up in my feeds; i love seeing intense discourse that i didn't know exist ten seconds prior. like, yes babes, you're right that ship is 100% wrong always and all who disagree should be banished to The Barren Realms
this video has been going around for a while but the English subtitles didn't match the energy of the spoken French at all. i had to fix it.
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hi, i'm valerian; yes, i'm yet another queer theorist on tumblr - original, i'm aware /lh
generally, i try to remain on topics primarily focusing on queer culture history, and identity; however, i tend to share whatever piques my (special) interests
like, i'm gonna be so fr and say that my posts basically go wherever the autism takes me lol
i don't really care who reads/reblogs my posts and, sure, if you want to dm me, then go ahead (please refrain from messaging me if you're under 18, thanks), but i can't guarantee i'll reply. likewise, asks are fine but i can't promise a timely reply.
also if you're into art, feel free to look at my portfolio ^-^
this will likely be continuously revised as i feel the desire to btw
Society: be yourself!
Me as a child: *be’s myself*
Society: ewww omg what is wrong with you! We said to be yourself not weird! We’re gonna reject you and make you an outsider!
Me: but I followed your rule of being myself? Why don’t you like me? What’s wrong with me? Why does everyone else get the rules that need to be followed but I don’t?
Xavier deserves more love.
There! I said it!
The man has loved mc for three life times now, made a deal with the devil (Ever), traveled across time and space, moved planets, lived on Earth for a few hundred years to save / find her, and prevent catastrophe from happening to her, fuck even saving her as Lumiere when she was young.
She is the only one that sees him as himself. As Xavier.
He is kind, and comfortable, and selfless. He deals with immense survivors guilt and loves so deeply.
We talk about Rafayel and Caleb being the yearners and clingers. But have you seen Xavier? He is clingy as fuck, and wants nothing but her. Nothing.
Some fun things I love about him, he has one of the biggest appetites but cannot cook for shit. He is unironically hilarious, when he starts telling his little horror stories or ghost stories trying to scare MC, it’s so funny.
I feel like he gets overlooked so often, partially because he’s not as showy as the rest of LIs. I’m sure some might see him as boring, but he is safe. His relationship with MC is one of closest she has, aside from Caleb. They’re neighbours, and colleagues, and best friends. He is deeply ingrained in her life, and a foundational pilar of support for her.
Put some respect on his name.
Shout out to the autistic who’s abilities have regressed as they’ve gotten older.
“You didn’t used to be like this when you were a kid.” I know please don’t remind me
For XavMC Week 2025 ( @xavmc-week )
Day 2: Domesticity
(🔞 slight nsfw at the end)
In which, after a long mission, you decide to comfort Xavier by washing his hair.
Little did you know, it would lead to other consequences..
“You..wanna help wash my hair?”
Xavier stares at your adorable figure, standing in the doorway of the bathroom. He has just returned from a classified mission and is in the process of unbuttoning his shirt when you walk in with the proposal. He isn’t averse to the idea. Rather he’d welcome any form of skin contact if it’s you but the fact that this is the first time you’ve suggested doing something like this makes him slightly suspicious.
He tilts his head and frowns. “Am I being pranked?”
You giggle as you head to the cabinet and pull out your bottle of shampoo. “Xavier, you look like a bunny who rolled around in the mud. I simply wanna help clean up.”
“Well then, you can wash my hair but, ” He scratches his cheek and smiles, a playful threat in his eyes, “..know that this bunny will bite if you try anything funny.”
You shake your head and gesture with your hand for him to come over to the bathtub. The smile never leaves his face as he deftly undoes the last few buttons on his shirt and discards it, followed by the black turtleneck to reveal the muscular build of his torso. The sight still makes you shy like a schoolgirl so you avert your eyes and dip a finger in the tub to assess the temperature of the water instead.
“Okay just..”
When you crane your head back, you find him clad in nothing but his boxers. Your eyes involuntarily travel south and the apparent bulge shouldn’t surprise you, considering the fact that you have already seen the real thing in action, but it does. A heated blush blooms upon your face as he makes his way to you and settles into the tub, completely oblivious to the effect he has on you.
While he adjusts himself in the tub, he’s quiet but not uncomfortable. Rather, his eyes seem to be twinkling like a cat that got the cream. And his body is positively glowing like a radiant star. “I’m ready.”
It’s impossible to believe he suspected you of pranking him just a moment ago when he looks like the happiest bunny right now. You take up the hand shower’s cord and gently pour water on his hair.
“Close your eyes, lean back, and relax.”
He obliges.
You let your fingers run through the strands to evenly wet his hair, and he hums in approval. The sight makes you smile, and you proceed to squeeze out a generous amount of the shampoo in your palm. Then slowly, you massage the liquid into his hair and scalp, earning another sound of approval, this one deeper.
“Glad you’re enjoying this.”
“I am.” His reply is a breathy whisper, barely audible because of your proximity. And his cheeks are flushed a pretty hue of pink. Who knew he’d be enjoying something so simple so much?
You continue on, massaging his scalp for another minute before taking up the shower cord again. “Eyes closed, okay?”
He doesn’t respond but his eyes are closed regardless so you spray his hair with water, and begin rinsing off the shampoo. Your fingers card through his wet, silvery locks to make sure the lather isn’t left anywhere.
After you are done, you stand up to grab a towel but before you can take a step, his wet hand comes up to grasp your wrist. “Wait! You’re done already?”
His eyes are open now, big and blue and disappointed.
“Um..yeah..” You shrug. “It’s done.”
“But I just..”
He tugs at your wrist and due to the wet, soapy floor, you end up slipping, your face smacking right on his half-submerged torso.
“Ugh..Xavier you!”
Clumsily, you try to sit up, and in the process, your hand glides down, accidentally landing on something firm. Immediately you retract your hand and stare at him, face flushed beyond words.
“Is that..are you..?”
He passes a hand through his hair, the other leaving your wrist to instead wrap around your waist, and properly draw you on top of him in the tub. His eyes are heavily lidded and voice hoarse as he asks, “What if I am?”
You are too stunned for words. The article you read online only talked about this being an act of intimacy and domesticity between couples. And it’s not that you aren’t flattered but you had no idea this could turn sexual.
You punch his chest lightly. “I was only trying to help you relax!”
“And you’re doing so well.” His thumb easily unfurls your fist and he guides your palm back under the suds to rest over the outline of his obvious length confined within the boxers.
“Now..” He runs the back of his other hand over your cheek and smirks. “..finish what you started.”
hope you liked this ficlet ♡
i don’t think i have much time to write full-length fics but i atleast wanna write short moments of intimacy for each prompt, and participate!