accept no substitutes

Every time a post on queerplatonic relationships makes its way around tumblr, the comments are inevitably filled with a flood of “IT’S CALLED FRIENDSHIP” or “WHY DO YOU NEED A WORD FOR THIS.”

Do you honestly think society regards friendship as an acceptable substitute for romance and marriage?  The thing is, most aros would LOVE if it could just be called friendship.

Because that would mean a world where:

  • Friendships are considered equal to or sometimes *SHOCK HORROR* more important than romantic relationships.  This is not an exceptional occurrence.
  • Romantic partners know that they might not be their datemate’s Most Important Person and are not bothered by this.
  • People commonly plan major life events around their friends up to and including housing, finances, employment, ect.
  • It is common for people to be in their 30s, 40s, 50s, hell even old age having lived with friends that entire time and no one has ever asked them why they’re not married.
  • It is common for people to have a committed lifelong partnership with their friend and no one bats an eye.
  • Having a life friend is considered something that can be regarded as equally close to marriage.  It is also taken just as seriously.

Until the day that those are true, friendship is unfortunately not an accurate word to convey the types of relationships we’re talking about. 

Things Daddy Endures
  • - Random kisses from stuffies
  • - Random asks for kisses for stuffies
  • - Stickers are acceptable kiss substitutes
  • - Glitter... So much glitter
  • - Disney music
  • - Rapid talk from an adult sized 3 year-old
  • - Paci talking
  • - Crying
  • - Pointing and having to figure it out
  • - Dance routines from me and my stuffies
  • - Stuffie name pop-quizzes
  • - Grabby hands
  • - "No!"
  • - Arguments with a toddler
  • - Sleeping in Hello Kitty sheets
  • - Clinging

pansexual and promiscuous isaac lahey is the best isaac lahey accept no substitutes (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ (½)

tropetastic meme → anon asked ‘isaac lahey + q for queer’

part 2 here | inspiring posts by me and amorremanet x x

Remus hesitates as he stands outside Professor McGonagall’s office. It shouldn’t be this hard. After all, he has talked to her plenty of times before. But this time, he is asking for a favour. More specifically, he is asking for special consideration due to his…condition.

When he was first accepted into Hogwarts, he swore he wouldn’t do this. With the exception of the full moon itself – and the morning after – he refuses to make any allowances for his condition; he has to prove that he is worthy of this opportunity they granted him. And he hasn’t needed to… until now.

Normally, he is able to work around the full moons, organising his homework so it is still completed on time. But then this month happened. He’d already been behind – the other Marauders distracting him with prank plans – when the moon hit. It was a bad one. He’d had to retreat to the Hospital Wing by mid-afternoon, then spent all of the following day, yesterday, sleeping and healing. Even this morning he still felt rather groggy and out of it; so much so that it wasn’t until he was in class that he realised that he’d forgotten to actually write out the Transfiguration essay he’d researched.

Hence why he is now standing outside his professor’s office, bracing himself to swallow his pride and ask for an extension. Releasing his breath, he knocks and enters.

“I’m sorry Professor. I wouldn’t normally ask, but with… everything… I completely forgot about the homework for this week. If you give me a few days, I can get it to you then?” The request comes out too fast and he cringes at the almost pleading undertone.

“No, Mr Lupin.” His head snaps up.

“But, Professor…” He feels a stab of betrayal at her refusal. His Head of House has always been particularly understanding in the past, although it is true that this is the first time he has allowed his transformations to impinge on his work in her class.

“What I mean, is that will be entirely unnecessary.” Her stern face softens, and he sees the hint of a smile in her eyes. “According to the parchments I collected last class, I already have a copy of your assignment. Three of them, in fact.”

Frowning in confusion he turns to leave, pausing in the doorway as she calls after him.

“Mr Lupin, when you next see Misters Potter, Black and Pettigrew, please remind them that in addition to receiving five points each, they have detention with me after dinner. I believe they each have an essay to write.”

Remus nods in understanding as he closes the door, a smile creeping across his face. He loves his friends.

Tra la, it’s May, the lusty month of May
That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray
Tra la, it’s here, that shocking time of year
When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear

It’s May, it’s May, that gorgeous holiday
When every maiden prays that her lad will be a cad
It’s mad, it’s gay, a libelous display
Those dreary vows that everyone takes, everyone breaks
Everyone makes divine mistakes, the lusty month of May

Whence this fragrance wafting through the air?
What sweet feelings does its scent transmute?
Whence this perfume floating everywhere?
Don’t you know it’s that dear forbidden fruit
Tra la la la la, that dear forbidden fruit, tra la la la la
Tra la la la la, tra la, tra la, tra la la la la la la la la la

It’s May, the lusty month of May
That darling month when everyone throws self-control away
It’s time to do a wretched thing or two
And try to make each precious day, one you’ll always rue

It’s May, it’s May, the month of yes you may
The time for every frivolous whim, proper or im
It’s wild, it’s gay, a blot in every way
The birds and bees with all of their vast amorous past
Gaze at the human race aghast

Tra la, it’s May, the lusty month of May
That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray
Tra la, it’s here, that shocking time of year
When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear

It’s May, it’s May, the month of great dismay
When all the world is brimming with fun wholesome or un
It’s mad, it’s gay, a libelous display
Those dreary vows that everyone takes, everyone breaks
Everyone makes divine mistakes, the lusty month of May

Have you ever read a fic and your brain goes this is my cannon now accept no substitutes and then everything you read after that is mildly disappointing

Normal Horoscope:

Aries: The stars can’t remember where they put your horoscope. I am looking, but perhaps you will get two tomorrow?

Taurus: Learn to dance. It will come in handy.

Gemini: The blood of English kings cakes your family tree.

Cancer: The coyote that stalks the freezer section at the supermarket is an ill omen, consider a trip to trader Joe’s.

Leo: The can of paint in your bathroom has become a part of the scenery. Strange how forgetfullness can imbed itself in our lives.

Virgo: It’s time to replace your toothbrush, stars said so.

Libra: Revenge is a flavourful, yet fleeting, spice. Turmeric is an acceptable substitution.

Scorpio: We all have an evil nature inside of us. Tax fraud is tax fraud though.

Sagittarius: Worry does not speak any language that you are used to, worry speaks tagolag.

Capricorn: Retain your air of mystery. Vanish into the night with nary a trace. Leave them wondering.

Aquarius: It all seems so simple in books dosent it?

Pisces: The angel misses you. Leave some snacks out.

Find Your Quarian Name

Somebody asked for a Quarian name generator in the Asari name maker tags, so here you all go :) Quarian names are way more complicated than Asari ones, so this is a little longer.

Given Name:
- First syllable of your preferred first name or nickname
- Middle(ish) syllable of your birth city (first if the name is short)

Clan Name (separated from given by apostrophe):
- First syllable of your mother’s first name (or other important person to you)
- Last syllable of your current city’s name (spelled phonetically)
- NOTE: “Tasi” means “no one” in Quarian. If you don’t like your clan name or don’t want to make a clan name, then Tasi is an acceptable replacement!

Are you vas or nar?
- Vas means “crew of [ship name]” and nar means “child of [ship name]”, so this is really just up to your preferences.
- But if you can’t pick, then choose vas if your age is an EVEN number and nar if your age is an ODD number.
- OR you could choose vas if you feel that you’ve gone through a “pilgrimage” (experience, milestone, or event) that you feel separates you significantly as an adult from your childhood self. 

Ship Name:
- First syllable of your fav video game character’s name (spelled phonetically)
- Last two syllables of your tumblr URL
- NOTE: “Nedas” means “nowhere”. So if you don’t like or don’t want your ship name, then Nedas is an acceptable substitute! 

So for example, my Quarian name could be Shadi’Sulees vas Mahrian (because my favorite game character is also the last word in my URL lol). But it could also be Remay’Tasi nar Nedas, or any combination thereof, depending on my choices.

Put your Quarian name in the tags/reblogs! :D


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Context: Me and two members of my family love dnd, the rest of the family has other interests.. so we talk in private. This is all OOC between an exclusively-rogue player, a fighter, and the DM. We had a developed world space by now, with our own history running about 150 years deep or more, our own characters, random encounters with Batman and Starbucks. Anyway, we hadn’t yet had a session together, nor did we have a full party that also played the same version, since we played 3.5e.

Rogue (Xavier): What if I steal the Elf queen of whats-the-town?

DM: That is your distant cousin, and you’d have to make a lot of good rolls for me to let you.

Fighter (unnamed): What if I help Xavier?

DM: ….

Rogue: And! What if we get ice cream?

DM: ice cream doesn’t exist yet.

Rogue: *laughing* neither does toilet paper, but hey! We don’t question that one!

Fighter: …I’m going inside….

((Afterwards, the rogue and dm had a lengthy, in-depth conversation on toilet paper and acceptable substitutes.))