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The differences under the ace umbrella

I’ve reblogged this like 12 times but it will always be relevant

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hamburgergod

This analogy is good, and even easier to understand once you think of this “urge” as being hungry. 

Asexuals are never hungry. Demisexuals aren’t usually hungry, except sometimes they walk by a donut shop they’ve become familiar with over time and there’s a chance that they find themselves hungry. Grey-asexuals sometimes get hungry, sometimes not.  

Some aren’t sure whether they fall under the ace umbrella or where on the spectrum they’re on, because they think they might’ve felt hunger before but they’re not really sure if it was really hunger or if their stomach was just upset or what, so they’re still figuring things out.

None of them choose to not be hungry. 

Sex-repulsed aces don’t like/hate donuts for different and valid reasons. 

Sex-indifferent aces don’t mind donuts. Some will maybe eat some, but most times they probably wouldn’t go out of their way to go look for donuts to eat.

Sex-positive aces like donuts. They’re not hungry when they eat donuts and they’re not eating donuts to stop being hungry, but they like eating donuts, so they do.

I really like how OP mentions that celibacy is the same as going on a diet, because that really shows how different asexuality is compared to celibacy. Generally speaking, celibate people will still go hungry but they choose to not eat. With asexuals, we don’t get hungry, period.

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blazinaces

I think of sexual attraction more as appetite, and sex drive being like hunger. So for aces with a sex drive it’s like you might be hungry but nothing ever looks good.

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aceofcourse

@anon this is probably the best explanation I’ve found.

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cinnamoncandycanes

I’ve always liked this analogy, but the hunger/appetite distinction makes it even better.

This is brilliant! What a clever comparison!

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uwiguwi

if you’re reading this

a lump sum of money is on the way to you

  • it happened today, damn that was like 3 days maybe?

It Works the money is on its way!

Need this.

Of course

It worked tho

I just won $500 off a scratch Ticket lottery.

ENERGY

OKAY LEGIT I REBLOGGED THIS YESTERDAY. ME AND MY PARTNER ARE IN SUCH A TIGHT SPOT FOR MONEY ATM AS WE ARE SAVING FOR A DEPOSIT ON A HOUSE. I GOT PAID DOUBLE WHAT I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO GET AND SO DID HE AND HONESTLY I CRIED SO MUCH TODAY IM SO HAPPY AND RELIEVED

Positive vibes!!!!!

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realtrashwitch

Can definitely use this in preparation for the move.

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notoriouslynay

Money postttt

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💫💫💫

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a-fucking-sheep

need this-

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straw-of-the-hat

Aizawa X Merman

Growing up, Shota Aizawa didn't have the best home life. With a mother who was never around and a father too tired and too busy to give him any form of positive attention, his childhood wasn't the greatest. He acknowledges that it could have been worse. His father was never abusive. Tired, snappish, maybe a bit short: but never abusive. The man worked three jobs to keep them well off enough to be somewhat comfortable, so Aizawa understood. He didn't resent his father for it.
Though they were few and far between, there were moments where Shota's dad was just that— a dad. Late at night, after his shift, he'd sit down on the end of Shota's bed, right near the very edge. At first he wouldn't say anything, no, he never did, and he and Shota would both sit there in a comfortable silence. Before long, his father would close his eyes and exhale deeply, and allow himself to lean back against the wall.
These were the times Shota cherished most, because anytime his father did those things specifically, he knew he was going to hear about the merfolk.
Shota really didn't believe in them now. Not really, anyway. There was no solid proof of them existing, and he was a rational man. Still, there was a part of him still enamored by the idea. Perhaps it was left over from his younger years. As a child, he'd been convinced. 100% sure that there were creatures half fish and half human out there, flitting through the sea with shimmering, powerful tails that would glimmer when the light hit them. He drew pictures, and imagined what it might be like to meet one.
His obsession with them didn't come from nowhere. His father, when he'd exhale, and lean back against the wall with his eyes shut, would spin glorious tales. He'd talk about how beautiful and ethereal the oceanic creatures were. How they were best friends with the dolphins and sea turtles, the octopus and squid, even the brainless jellyfish that mindlessly drifted through the waves.
He talked of colorful coral, tended to by the tailed creatures. The shells they'd collect and create tools out of, and the rarity of their very existence. And though his father insisted they were real, he also claimed that there were few left, if any at all. He talked about hunters who'd track them down and capture them for their beauty. Those stories, the ones where mermaids and mermen were killed, always angered Shota. So much so that sometimes his eyes would gleam red and his hair would fly up. His father never failed to chuckle when it happened, proud. He too thought merfolk should be cherished.
Shota wasn't sure when he grew out of it. But at some point, maybe in the beginning of high school, his father stopped sitting at the end of his bed. He stopped exhaling, and leaning back against the wall, and closing his eyes. Even though he was older, Shota still missed it. He clung to the stories, jotting down everything he could possibly remember in a notebook. A notebook that he still, to this day, has. Even if he can't quite believe the tales within it anymore, he knew he'd never get rid of it.
Merfolk were held close to his heart. The highlight of his childhood. They brought wonder and imagination into his life, and even now he finds himself fond of them. Sometimes even still he imagined meeting one. What he'd say, all the questions he'd ask. Shota had never been social, but if there was a merman or mermaid, he'd stop at nothing to befriend them. At least, that's what he likes to think.
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a-fucking-sheep

New Fic?

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The shit that goes on in America makes me shake in anger. The Racisim, the sexism the discrimination of the LGBTQ+ community

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syllethx
templeofanubis-deactivated20170 asked:

What the fucks happening in Ferguson?

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syllethx answered:

Alright, i’m gonna sit down and basically explain the situation in this ask so everyone of my followers knows why i’m so pissed.

Michael Brown, a 17 - 18 year old african american boy was unlawfully shot (8-10 times supposedly) by police in St Louis, Missouri on saturday, august 9th, 2014. He was unarmed, and had done nothing to attract suspicion other than the fact that he was black. His body was left in the street for 4 hours. (beware: somewhat graphic image linked)

There are several claims from witnesses (see: Dorian Johnson’s account and video [HIGHLY RECOMMEND READING UP ON HIS ACCOUNT, ITS VERY SPECIFIC] — Brown’s friend who experienced the situation first hand, La’Toya Cash and Phillip Walker— Ferguson residents nearby the incident),  that fall together in generally close claims. However, the only one who’s claim seems out of place is the police officer’s who shot Brown. Who, by the way, is put off on paid administrative leave AND who’s name remained under anonymity for his safety (However, attorney Benjamin Crump is looking for a way to force release his name). He claims that Brown began to wrestle the officer for his gun and tried attacking him after he told Brown and his friend Dorian Johnson (22) to “get the f*ck on the sidewalk”.

According to Johnson, after a minor confrontation on the officer’s part where he grabbed Brown by the neck and then by the shirt, the officer pulled his gun on Brown and shot him at point blank range on the right side of his body. Brown and Johnson were able to get away briefly and started running. However, Brown was shot in the back, supposedly disabling him from getting very far. He turned around with his arms in the air and said “I don’t have a gun, stop shooting!” By this point, Brown and the officer were face to face as the cop shot him several times in the face and chest until he was finally dead. Johnson ran to his apartment and by the sound of his account, seemingly had some sort of panic attack. Later he emerged from his home to see Brown still laying in the streets. People were gathered with their cellphones, screaming at the police.

According to msnbc, the police refuse to interview Johnson at all, despite his amazing courage to come forward. They didn’t wanna hear it. They only listened to the cop’s account of it all and were vague with the media on what they thought happened. They’ve also refused to commit to a timeline in releasing autopsy results and other investigation information.

Numerous rumors are sweeping around such as Brown stealing candy from a QuickTrip, the store he emerged from calling the cops on him, Brown reaching for a gun, Brown attacking the cop first, ect. But these have all been debunked. (I know a lot of these have been debunked, but im having a hard time finding sources. if anyone could help out and link some legit ones id be SO grateful)

The event in and of itself was terrible, but now it has escalated beyond belief. Around 100 or more people, mostly black, went to the police station to protest peacefully. Things quickly turned bad as martial law got involved and authorities were bringing in K9s, tanks, heavy artillery, ect. The heavy police presence only made things worse as riots began to break out and looting and vandalism started. [ x ] [ x ] [ x ]

Now, as of very recently, the media has been banned from Ferguson. There is also a No-Fly zone above Ferguson for the reason of “ TO PROVIDE A SAFE ENVIRONMENT FOR LAW ENFORCEMENT ACTIVITIES ” as said on the Federal Aviation Commission’s website. Cop cars are lined up on the borders to prevent people from entering/leaving. Media outlets are being threatened with arrest. It completely violates our amendments and everything.

It’s becoming increasingly scary and difficult to find out whats going on over there. I’m afraid this is all the information I have, though. If anybody else knows anything about the situation, please feel free to add on or correct any mistakes i’ve made as i’m no expert on writing these things.

And as a personal favor, i’d really appreciate anyone to give this a reblog in order to spread the word. I think it’s a shame that this is going on in our own country yet so few people know about it. Help me make this topic huge and get this as much attention as possible.

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a-fucking-sheep

And people say Racism isn’t real

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Me & My Dad telling My Step Mom I'm Gay

Step Mom: Our Server was checking you out, Haley.
Me: Uh, that's nice.
Step Mom: What, you don't think he's cute?
Dad: She's Gay Tammy.
(Awkward Silence)
Step-Mom: Well whats so good about eating Pussy?
Me: Excu-
Dad: Tammy, my daughter is gay. She eats Pussy; Yes, but it's not just about eating Pussy. She loves the Pussy, she admires the Pussy, she tends to the Pussy, she moves inside the Pussy . . . She is one with the Pussy, because, my daughter is Gay . . . She loves the Pussy.
(Longest Awkward Silence Ever)
Me: You said Pussy like 5 times . . .
Dad: 8 times Hunny, now finish your Burger.
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a-fucking-sheep

Great Dad

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missmentelle

The only way we’re ever going to solve homelessness is by giving free housing to homeless people. 

Not cots in homeless shelters. Not beds in domestic violence shelters. Real, actual, permanent housing, with a door they can lock and the freedom to come and go as they please. 

It seems like a stupidly simple solution to an incredibly complicated problem, but this is the only way we’re ever going to end homelessness for good. Everything we’re doing right now is like flinging thimbles of water onto a house fire, and it’s time to call the fire department. Don’t believe me? Consider that:

  • Providing free housing is actually cheaper than what we’re doing right now. Even when you factor in the cost of having round-the-clock mental health staff on hand in housing facilities, giving the homeless housing costs about one-third as much as leaving them on the streets. How is that possible? People who sleep on the streets go to the hospital a whole lot more than anyone else. Being homeless is hard on your health - you are more likely to be assaulted, experience frostbite or heatstroke, or fail to manage a medical condition like diabetes. Homeless people are also more likely to get arrested for minor things like public urination or loitering, and it’s hugely expensive to arrest them, process them, put them in prison and put them through court dates. We save so much money and eliminate so many problems by just giving them somewhere to live. 
  • It’s extremely difficult to get a job when you don’t have an address. There’s a huge amount of prejudice against homeless people, and the same people who shout “get a job!” are the first to toss someone’s application in the trash as soon as they see “no fixed address”. Having an address also makes it easier to vote, open a bank account, keep up with your taxes and obey the terms of your probation. 
  • Homeless people waste a lot of time standing in line for shelters and services. Shelters have limited space available, and if you want to make sure you have a bed for the night, you need to be there long before the doors open. The same thing applies to soup kitchens. When your whole life revolves around being in line for vital services for hours on end, it’s hard to make much progress in getting your life together. Providing people with housing gives them more time and more flexibility to return to school, find jobs, or reconnect with family. 
  • It’s virtually impossible to manage a mental health condition or recover from addiction when you have no permanent housing. It’s just not going to happen. Recovering from a mental health issue requires stability, routine and a safe place to retreat to, which are impossible when you live on the streets. Living rough makes it extremely difficult to show up to appointments, hang on to your prescription medications and avoid trauma. It’s more efficient for everyone involved to provide housing to the mentally ill first, and bring mental health services right to their doors. 
  • It’s hard to make much progress in life when you can’t accumulate possessions. Think about how hard your life would be if you had no safe place to store your things. When you’re homeless and sleeping in shelters, you can only keep as much stuff as you can carry with you, and most of your energy is going to go towards keeping that stuff safe. You can’t take advantage of clothing drives, because you can’t carry too many clothes. You eat a lot of fast food, because you have nowhere to store or prepare groceries. Showing up to appointments, interviews or shifts is difficult, because you have to lug everything you own with you to ensure nothing is stolen. Having a room with a lock changes everything. 
  • It keeps children out of the foster system. Ending up on the streets often means losing your children - if you can’t provide children with a stable home, that’s grounds to take them away. Families fleeing domestic violence can find themselves re-traumatized when children are placed in foster care due to inadequate housing. Providing stable housing allows families to stay together and minimizes trauma for children and parents, as well as foster care costs. 
  • It preserves basic human dignity. It’s hard for most of us to imagine how humiliating and dehumanizing it is to be homeless. Imagine not having access to regular showers, or even toilets. Having nowhere to clean your laundry. Having your schedule dictated by a homeless shelter. Sleeping in rooms with dozens or hundreds of other people, with absolutely no privacy. Being chased out of businesses and public places. Enduring the crushing boredom of having nowhere to go. Being treated as less than human. It’s impossible to maintain hope and dignity in those conditions, and no human being should have to endure that. 

We live in a society that treats housing like something you have to “earn” by proving yourself worthy of it, and that toxic thinking has put us in a position where we’re literally willing to spend more money to have people sleeping in the streets. It has to stop. Housing is a bare minimum requirement for human dignity, and it should be a human right. Everyone deserves a safe and private space of their own, regardless of their abilities, mental health or circumstances. No one is asking for luxury condos here - dorm-style settings with private rooms and shared bathroom and kitchen facilities have proven to be effective. This isn’t about who “deserves” housing; if you are a human being, you deserve a safe place to call home. 

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a-fucking-sheep

Somebody said it

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pyrobytes

You know if a number of Teenagers have committed suicide or even thought of committing suicide because of the American School System and their education there is obviously something wrong with it and it needs to be fixed.

Because that’s a serious problem.

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a-fucking-sheep

Yet nobody is doing anything about it

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betweenparallels
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betweenparallels

my favorite thing about myself is that i’m secretly supposed to be really smart like when i was entering school way back in the early 90s they were doing IQ tests on kids and at 5 i got a score of 163 and was immediately thrown into an advanced placement program that i got kicked out of 2 years in because i wasn’t “emotionally mature enough” for it

now see i wasn’t throwing tantrums in class, i wasn’t not doing my classwork–i was at the top of the class academically, actually– i wasn’t even really disruptive in class at that point yet. i became disruptive in class around 6th grade and it was a purposeful effort, not just childish behavior.

i was, and this is the short version of the story, basically kicked out of the program for questioning the teacher and trying to start an open dialogue with my classmates– with frequent success. i viewed and attempted to treat the teacher as an equal, and i guess only later did i realize that the school considered that dangerous.

and it’s dangerous because the US school systems are set up to create assembly line drones willing to work 9-5 because their entire lives have been structured to obey an authority figure without question, without starting dialogue with their co-workers (because that’s how unions are formed) and without ever expecting anything more to come of their lives.

edit: yeah this is fine to reblog go for it