#indiigo

[epikulupu]

hii!! do you know of any terms for when your attraction to everyone feels gay, regardless of gender?

like, even a "straight" relationship feels gay? :D

@indiigo • ﴾🌠﴿

i have a few!

omnigay ; a form of genderfluid and abrosexuality where one's gender identity and/or sexuality changes so that one is always defined as gay or queer.

gai ; an orientation that is gay but in a uniquely non-binary way. It describes attraction experienced by a non-binary person that one considers to be gay or otherwise non-straight.

gayqueer ; when your gayness is so intrinsically tied to your genderqueerness that you absolutely cannot separate the two.

hope you find what you're looking for!

- - - EDIT !! @ ; nudibranchgender suggested everique in the replies, figured i'd add it to this post

everique ; a label for when you view all of your attractions as queer. this is similar to omnique, except it doesn’t specifically require fluidity in your identity. all of your attraction is just queer, regardless of reason.

[wearyhands]

for @indiigo BASED ON THIS

       “ i can’t leave you alone for TWO seconds, can i ? ” damon scoffs, bandages draping beneath her arm in order for the boy to secure her wound. “ seriously, it’s like you don’t even know how to take care of yourself. ” the scowl plastered across his face is prominent, reaching into the first aid kit beside her to retrieve a pair of scissors. evidently, he makes no effort to conceal his D I S A P P O I N T M E N T in ryan’s actions. what he doesn’t comprehend however, is his scolding’s desperate attempt at masking something he would be much more RELUCTANT to accept. there is no denying the c r a c k s that begin to form in damon’s shelled exterior, chin tilting upwards to meet the girl’s gaze atop the chair he’s positioned her upon. a deep exhale pushes past his lips, shoulders sagging and features softening. “ are you ALRIGHT ? ”

[ctrliing]

     all she could see was black. she was thrown in to the back of a van with a black hood over her head not knowing where they were going. maggie knew the only reason they were moving her was because they were either going to give her back or kill her. jared wouldn’t actually let her get killed, would he? after an hour of rolling around the back of the van, they had come to a stop. the muffled voices outside the car were hard to decipher. it wasn’t until the door was swung open and she was yanked out the back. once the hood was removed, she saw jared standing a mere feet away causing a whine to emit past bruised lips. “jared,” she mumbled against the gun being pressed against the bottom of her chin. @indiigo

[hvrshwords-blog]

❪  @indiigo ❫  

                           ❛  guess i’m just a SUCKER for a pretty face ! ❜

[thewiire]

( * @indiigo ) 

      she had no idea what she was doing here. of course the pair were talking again ––– borderline dating at this point, but it still wasn't registering why ricky made her way here of all places. the rain was pelting onto her as her hand shakily rang the doorbell again. her clothes were stained and a stream of red washed off of her and trailed behind her. it wasn't until he answered the door where she began to cry, her hands balling into fists. ❝ i ––– i didn't know where else to go. i'm sorry. ❞

[a-droppingpetals]

❛  dinner is served !  ❜  rose lucas’ chirpy voice rings from the dining room through the open living room where everyone else is located, breaking the sound of chitter chatter. getting all lucas family members to sit down in the same dinner table to enjoy a meal together has been a bit of a struggle ever since the boys had grown up and moved out of their luxurious household and from under their mother’s caring wings. everyone’s schedules always seemed to clash in the worst ways possible so the fact that they were all here, all three brothers and their father, was almost like a miracle and so mrs. lucas had gone all out on preparing for the evening.  ❛  come on, everyone!  ❜  the red haired woman beckons from the opening of the living room with a bright smile on her features, petite hands motioning for everyone to follow her into the dining room. daryl’s stomach churns and the butterflies in there won’t leave him alone as he places his hand on the small of fleur’s back, fingers splaying out there. the man downs what’s left in his whiskey glass ( he feels like he needs the encouragement for what’s about to come ), the liquid burning his throat when he swallows it down in one go and sets his glass down onto the nearest surface possible.  ❛  let’s go, shall we?  ❜  the man softly murmurs to his companion, hand giving her a little push to guide her to follow his father and brothers into the candle lit dining room.

closed starter for @indiigo ! ( 2 / 2 )

[hotboxed]

        synopsis   [  CLOSED STARTER  ]    @indiigo

                         HE’S FUCKED   -----   what had begun as  one  nice thing finally going his way, had now flipped jody on his back.  how he should have known better  !  handouts were never free  ;  it’s something he’d learned ages ago, but had seemingly forgot in the  f l u r r y  that was this past weekend. upon returning home from an  unforeseen  drunken bender, the male was quickly greeted by his girlfriend, wielding a slue of curse words and even a few shards of a broken table glass at one point. needless to say, jody was temporarily  exiled  from his home, leading him  HERE.  just a hop, skip, and a jump away, he’d  taken shelter  in a local beach house  ---  he’d driven past the modern building countless times on the way in and out of the city, but this time  ?  circumstances had him feeling courageous enough to actually check the space out. he hadn’t expected the property to be abandoned, but jody took his luck as a sort of  o m e n  :  his own personal safe haven in the brewing storm that was his relationship. unfortunately, he’d been very  wrong.  go figure.  “  jesus fucking christ  ------  ”  a hand clutches at his chest, though the last thing he should have been was  s ur p r i s e d  to see someone else inside the unfamiliar home.  “  please don’t call the police. i swear i can explain.  ”

[punchdrunks-blog]

BASED ON THE 2ND TO THE LAST BULLET | closed starter for @indiigo

        ’ are you, um, sure we still need to do this? i mean… ’ jamie’s still strapped in the passenger seat, no hesitation, nothing else but anxiousness in her tone as she spares the other a good look for the first time since they’ve left home. the broken up couple had agreed to this little act long before this family gathering, and clearly the female has expressed no intention of backing out. she’s just supposed to pretend that everything’s smooth-sailing between them when in fact, things have crumbled completely during the last few months. sure, she’s a good actress, her talent has barely faded, but she has never quite imagined that she’d have to use it for anything else other than in front of the camera. anybody could guarantee that it’s the worst idea–-feelings resurfacing? talks on marriage?-–but what else could she do? their family has earned a space in her heart that may be just as hard to get rid of; cutting ties has never been easy for someone who keeps them so well. and maybe that’s why the other could imagine how the family wouldn’t be able to let her go just like that. she unbuckles her seatbelt as they’re already headed to park, their house coming into view as the other slows down; once they get out of the car there’s no turning back. ’ …i can’t keep coming here… you know that, right? so this is the first and last time we’re doing this. ’