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I don't remember | Jughead x Reader | Part 3

*PART 1* | *PART 2*

Summary: You wake up after the big party, definitely not in your bed, and you don’t remember how you got here. To be honest, you don’t remember anything that happened last night. Why are you not wearing your dress? Why you do you have a big bruise on your arm? Why are you in Jughead Jones’ apartment? What does all this have to do with Reggie? And why you don’t remember anything, even getting drunk?

Words: 1757 (you had waited so long so extra 400 words for you) 

Warnings: MISTERY, cursing, sexual content (not even “some”), presumptions of rape, suppositions about a date rape drug, violence, wounds, mention of abuse in the family, not-very-graphic rape. You are reading at your own risk. Sorry.

A/N(IMPORTANT): As you see I’m back! Thank you again for almost 1000 followers! Check out my “I’m back” post. I hope you will like this part. According to your requests, I created the tag list, so if you want to be on it let me know. Now the important part: I have dyslexia so forgive me for my grammar, because I’m trying to write correctly, but it does not always work. So I’m sorry again.

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As always the thoughts are write in italic.

Originally posted by dailyjugheadjones

“What are you not telling me, Jughead?” I asked.

He didn’t answer. 


I looked at his face. His eyes were concerned on my arm. He was looking at the big bruise. Not thinking what I am doing I touched the purple mark.

“Fuck” I mumbled when the sharp pain run through my arm.

“Did you picked me up from the party?” I asked, and his eyes move to my face.

“No” he took a pause “I found you at near to the Drive-In”
Near to?

****

I stumble again, but the strong hand caught me again.

“Maybe you take off your shoes” I couldn’t locate the source of the words. Maybe they were from my head. I looked at my feet, and I realised that they were bare. Where did my shoes go? I looked around. The Reggie’s house was just a little dot of light in the distance. How long was I walking?

“Everything is fine” the voice, or maybe just a whisper in my head repeat itself. Fine. F i n e. F i n e.

“Yeah, it is” I tried to say, but my mouth didn’t move.

******

“What? What, the hell, I would be doing in the Drive-In? What the hell were you doing in the Drive-In in the middle of the night!” Suddenly I felt that I started crying. I wanted the answer, but at the same time, I didn’t want to hear it. Near. I wasn’t prepared to hear it.

I stood up, took the clothes out of his hands and run into the bathroom closing the door when I stepped over the doorsill.

******

My eyelids felt soo heavy. I wanted to sleep. Now. I stopped and tried to sit on the ground but I couldn’t. Something was stopping me.

“Not here” the low voice, somewhere, from someone. Where is it coming from?

Cold air on my face. The stand of my hair in my eyes, when I was shaking my head. The world turned into one colourful stain. It is beautiful. The sudden pain run through my cheek. All of my thoughts stopped. I touched my face. My cheek was burning.

*****

I looked into the face in the mirror. It can’t be me. The (Y/H/C) tangled hair was covered in the dirt and dried blood. The big bruise on my left cheek was reaching my eyebrow and eye. I lightly touched it with my fingertips, but I quickly moved my hand back when I felt the pain. My face was covered with lots of small cuts. My hands were shaking when I pulled Jughead’s T-shirt off over my head. I closed my eyes.

I couldn’t control my breath. I sat on the cold floor. I covered my head with my hands. The tears started to flow.
I heard the quiet knocking to the door.

*****

The ground moved. Or maybe I moved. The ground was growing apart from me. Am I flying? Yes, I am definitely flying. Something was touching my right cheek; I touched it with the free hand. Where is my other hand? It was hair? Yes! Beautiful hair. Soft, soft hair. I rubbed the strain around my finger. So beautiful. I smiled. I am not flying someone is carrying me. Is it my dad? I remember that my dad used to carry me like that. I pulled the strain of hair harder. I want it. Some weird noise. Is it a word? I felt that something pulled my hand from that hair. Pain in my arm. I closed my eyes. Soo beautiful.

********

“(Y/N)” Jughead’s voice was more like a whisper. The doors move slightly but he didn’t press the handle. Probably he leant against the door. I moved closer to the door. But I didn’t answer. I cried and cried. He didn’t say anything else, but his present made me feel safe. Knowing that someone is near was good. Finally, I calmed down.

“Did you dress this… my… wounds” my voice was hoarse.

“Yes,” I was grateful that he didn’t try to talk sooner, that he was just sitting there. Suddenly I realised that I am embarrassed. He saw me like that when even I couldn’t look at myself. He was seeing me all that time when I woke up and when he was talking to me in the morning and he didn’t even twitch. I covered my face with my hands, but I felt the pain.

“I need to know what happened” I felt that the tears appeared on my face again.

“Okay,” his voice made me calmer.

I needed to shower. I probably needed to change the dressing.
“I think first I need to take a shower.”

“Okay” he repeated

I closed my eyes. I peeled all the dressings. And I stepped into the shower. The water started to flow. I ignored the pain when water touched my wounds. It felt good. I stand under the shower till water falling on the tiles wasn’t red anymore. Then I turned off the water.

I saw big white towel near to sink. I dried myself and looked in the mirror. The long cut on my back, small cuts under my ribs, a lot of bruises all over my body. I couldn’t look at myself.

******

I felt that we suddenly turned left. I opened my eyes. The light for the streets was becoming more and more distant. The smell of the woods. I loved that smell. I smiled, when I was little, we use to go to a picnic with my parents. We are going to picnic. My dad is carrying me. Is it my mum. Yeah, she is walking right after us. But why she stopped. “Mum!” I wanted to shout but now words fell from my mouth. I tried again but I only opened and closed my mouth. Where is she now? Archie, Archie were is Archie? Is he carrying me? The branches were cutting my face. The woods, woods were good. The woods meant safe.

*****

I wrapped the towel around my body when two bruises on my collarbone caught my attention. They were medium-sized, almost round. It’s just like… I felt sick. I managed to reach the toilet before I thrown up. I heard that the doors opened and I felt that Jughead hold my hair. He put his hand on my back, but he quickly moved it away when I cringed.

“Sorry.”

“Thank you.”

“I will bring you a glass of water.”

I sat on the floor and tried to calm my breath.

*****

Suddenly I felt that I was falling. Or maybe flying. Maybe both or neither. My feets touched the ground. Cold dirt, small branches, leafs. Suddenly soft lips crashed hard on my lips. Big hands on my back. Unknown lips separated from mine. I looked how they moved. They were saying some. I didn’t hear the words. Any words. “Zipper”? “Facking zipper”? That’s it! I smiled. I guessed the words. I felt the cold on my back and then the sound of tearing material or maybe first there was a sound. I wasn’t sure…

******

After couple minutes Jughead was back with the glass of water and the first-aid kit. I took the glass, and I drank it.

“You should probably dress this wound on your back because the blood already seeped through the towel.”

“Fuck. Jughead I am so sorry!  I ruined your towel. I will buy you new one”

“Calm down. It’s okay.”

“But your towel?”

“It wasn’t expensive or something”  he smiled. And put the first-aid kit on the sink. And stood up. I bit my lip. Fuck.

“I will probably need help with my back” I felt that I started to blush.

“Okay,” he said, and  I saw that he is also blushing. He took the first-aid kit and stood there not knowing what to do. It is equally awkward for the two of us.
I stood up, brushed my hair aside and slid down the towel, so the wound was visible.

I hissed when he wiped the wound with disinfectant.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

Jughead has really warm hands. He quickly finished. I was really impressed.

“You are good at it,” I said when I looked at the mirror.

“Yeah, sometimes there are things you just need to learn” he mumbled.

“Sorry.”

He didn’t answer, and he walked out.

*****

Lips on my lips. Lips on my neck. Hands on my back. Lover and lover. Why am I soo cold? Why is the room cold? The sound of breaking branches I have to turn the heater. But where is the heater? I tried to take a step back, but I couldn’t locate my legs. Do I have legs? Now I was sure that I was falling. Sharp pain in my back, even worse in my head. My eyes are soo heavy.

*****

I put on Jughead’s clothes and brushed my hair. Using someone’s brush was weird, but in this situation, I couldn’t care less. I looked into to mirror and signed. I walked out of the bathroom. The smell of grilled cheese directed me to the kitchen.

“I guess I should make pancakes, but my cooking skills aren’t so significant,” Jughead said when I walked into the kitchen.

“Don’t be ridiculous, sandwiches with grilled cheese are perfect,” I said and smiled

“Do you want coffee or orange juice?”

“Juice is fine.”

“It’s in the fridge. Glasses are here,” he said and pointed the cabinet behind Jughead.

The kitchen was very very small. I took one glass

“Do you want juice too?”

“Why would I say glasses in plural if I wouldn’t?”

I rolled my eyes. I took another glass and opened the fridge. It was almost empty. What am I talking about it was completely empty! The only thing inside was the carton of orange juice and bottle of ketchup. I looked at Jughead who was putting the sandwiches on the plates. I realised that I didn’t know anything about this guy. This morning we had the first conversation. Well, probably yesterday was our first. I felt that shiver run through my body. I didn’t want to think about it when we were eating. But how is it possible that I felt so comfortable next to the stranger.

How did I end in his bed? Did I sleep with him? What happened yesterday? “Are my guesses real?” I took the carton and closed the fridge.

*****

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Description - You catch Jonah cheating and the boys all knew about it.

Part 2
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Warning: Jonah being an asshole, angst?, swearing

Jack and Zach sat on stools surrounding the island in their kitchen, the laptop decked before then opened up to a YouNow tab. They hadn’t started a session yet, both being too busy laughing and goofing around with each other.

Behind them, in one corner of the kitchen where a seating booth was placed, you and Jonah sat with each other - more so on each other. Jonah’s back was pressed against one side of the booth as he sat horizontally on the couch. You sat on his leg that was rested up on the couch-like seating as his left arm stays secured around your waist, holding you against him. His right hand held his phone as he went browsing through it, and you scrolled through Instagram with your head sorted slightly in the crook of his neck.

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theforestlesbian  asked:

Fic promts, (you definitely don't have to do all of them! Or any lmao, they're just stuff that came to me) Buffy coming out to Giles, Elanor attempting to put on one of Tahani's dresses and getting confused, Jenny won't stop punning and it annoys everyone but Buffy

thank you SO much alex!!! i went with the first one bc i need some father-daughter feels in my life.

Willow did a way better job of coming out, Buffy thinks. Willow came in and stumbled through a shy, half-terrified explanation of what was new in her life, and she cried a lot at the end but at least she was direct. Buffy has been sitting on Giles’s couch for ten minutes, completely silent, just kind of hoping that Giles will somehow magically guess what she wants to tell him.

Giles, of course, is freaking out, because Buffy’s pretty sure that he’s never seen her be this quiet for this amount of time unless someone’s died horribly or something. But he’s too British to admit that he’s freaking out, so in the ten minutes that Buffy’s been sitting on his couch he’s started aggressively stress-cooking, clattering around the kitchen with the radio on.

“Everything all right in there?” Giles calls from the kitchen, his voice an octave higher than usual.

“Uh huh,” Buffy manages, and slumps back into the couch.

She’s really glad that no one else is here. Giles is the first person she wants to tell, because she’s not sure how completely-gay Willow is going to react. Willow’s exclusively into girls…as is Giles, actually, oh my god why did Buffy think this would be a good idea he’s going to think she’s weird and does he even know that bisexuality is a thing? He’s so old and so British and Buffy’s freaking out—

Giles comes back into the living room and sits down next to Buffy. “There’s something in the oven,” he says vaguely. “It’s dinner, I think. I haven’t been paying much attention.”

You idiot, Buffy thinks to herself, you broke Giles. Great job. Desperate for some semblance of comfort, she makes a strangled noise and moves forward, hiding her face in Giles’s shoulder.

Giles stiffens. Buffy figures for a second that she’s maybe made things even worse then they already are. But then he reaches over and places an arm around her shoulder, tugging Buffy into a clumsy hug. “I-I don’t completely know what’s bothering you,” he says awkwardly, “but—I’ll do what I can to fix it, all right?”

“That’s not—” Buffy sniffles, hugging Giles as tightly as she can. He makes a strangled noise and she remembers, belatedly, her Slayer strength. “Sorry.”

“Quite all right,” Giles wheezes.

And maybe it’s that that makes Buffy say what she does, then, because if Giles is still hugging her after she nearly broke his ribs, maybe he won’t stop hugging her if she comes out to him now, right? So she says, “Giles, I like girls.”

Really,” says Giles, and then he smiles with some relief and hugs Buffy significantly less awkwardly. “Good lord, Buffy, didn’t we already go through this with Willow?”

And boys,” says Buffy, looking up at him and feeling somewhat injured at his presumption. “Like, you know, in a bi-type way.”

Giles’s smile fades a little. There’s a terrifying moment where his expression is unclear, and then he says, “I’m going to tell you something that I trust you will keep in complete confidence.”

Confused, Buffy says, “Okay.”

Giles winces, pulling back a bit. “Um,” he says. “Well. The thing is. Ethan and I.”

Buffy maybe didn’t get the best grades in algebra, but she still knows how to put two and two together. She feels all the apprehension and sadness dissipate, replaced by sheer incredulity. “You and Ethan,” she says. “But—you and Ethan, do you mean—”

“Romantically.” Giles looks very embarrassed. “Yes. What, what I’m trying to say is that—I might understand your circumstances significantly more than I do Willow’s.”

Buffy looks at Giles and then she just hugs him really hard. Screw Slayer strength.

Nalu Fluff Week 2017 Within the Law Chapter 3: Lawful Tresspass

fanfiction by impracticaldemon

Author’s Note:

This is the final chapter for Within the Law. This chapter is packed with flirtation, love, lust, raw emotion and thwarted need. Also, legal terms.

Hope it’s fun!   ~Impracticaldemon


Lawful Trespass
Prompts: Texting; Fairy Tales (at least in concept if not final design)


Lucy’s interview with Makarov & Vermilion—the law firm also known as Fairy Tail—had been on the Wednesday. When she’d gotten home that evening, she’d had no difficulty avoiding questions, since her father was at work, as usual, and the servants were all very much on her side and knew where she’d been. Not that they had a huge staff, but even four people seemed like an awful lot for a family of two adults and no small children.

That night, after eating a solitary dinner while trying to catch up on some reading for class, Lucy couldn’t seem to focus on anything. The people at Fairy Tail had fully caught her attention, and they were far more interesting than what she was studying. She finally left her Trusts text book open at “constructive trusts"—the case law seemed to be all over the map, as the courts had gotten especially creative with this one—and threw herself down on her bed to stare at her comms lacrima.

You were speaking with him four hours ago. What on earth is wrong with you?

It was strange—she felt like she was fourteen crushing on a guy two grades up, not a competent young woman of twenty-three with one university degree already behind her. Her eyes traced a familiar pattern above her. When she was much younger, she and her mother had painted the stars making up the constellations of the Zodiac on her ceiling in phosphorescent paint. Lucy couldn’t actually make out much right now, since she had lights on, but it didn’t matter—she knew them all by heart.

The lacrima in her hands chimed, indicating a text message. Her eyes went wide when she saw the sender: Grand Moff Dragneel. She snickered at the name, but her stomach did an odd kind of squeeze-hop.

)Hey there!
)Did you make it home okay?
)So are you there or what?

Lucy scrambled to sit up and send back a quick affirmative.

)Great! Look there’s something I’ve got to tell you.
)Erza and Gray both reminded me.
)Forgot you didn’t know. Anyway I’m here now can I come in?

Lucy stared at the last few words.

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I don't remember | Jughead x Reader | Part 2

*PART 1*| *PART 3*

Summary: You wake up after the big party, definitely not in your bed, and you don’t remember how you got here. To be honest, you don’t remember anything that happened last night. Why are you not wearing your dress? Why you do you have a big bruise on your arm? Why are you in Jughead Jones’ apartment? What does all this have to do with Reggie? And why you don’t remember anything, even getting drunk?

Words: 1363

Warnings: MISTERY, cursing, alcohol, bad decisions, some sexual content, presumptions of rape, suppositions about a date rape drug. You are reading at your own risk. Sorry.

A/N(IMPORTANT): I am very glad that so many of you liked the first part. When I started to write this, I did not expect to write a story like this. I hope you will like the second part. Please after reading this, read some fluff. Now the important part: I have dyslexia so forgive me for my grammar, because I’m trying to write correctly, but it does not always work. So I’m sorry again. 

Feel free to send my any requests, asks etc.
Also, the thoughts are write in italic.

“The problem is that you wasn’t drunk (Y/N),” he said.

“W-what?” My voice was shaky


How quick could I get to the front door?
Jughead was (much/a little bit/-) taller, but maybe I could reach them faster. Of course, if the door is not closed. I could also choose a window, but this one look like really tricky to open.


“Maybe you want to change first?” He asked, and my mind started to work faster. 

I need to get out of here. Now

I threw the clothes he gave my into the air, and I reached the front door. I pressed the handle.  

Closed. Fuck. I should choose the window.

****

“This was amazing,” I said when I finished my drink “What did you add to it?”

His eyes opened wide, but he smirked and said: “I am not telling you, it’s a secret.”

I laughed. “Then I would like another “secret”, but first let’s go dance.“

*****

“I want to leave! If you don’t let me go, I will start screaming” Jughead was shocked. Probably he didn’t expect that I will act like this.

“Wait what… No no (Y/N) it’s not like that.”

“Open the door!”

“(Y/N)” He began to approach me.

“Stay away!” I said quickly. He stopped and put his hand into his pocket. He took out the keys.

“I am not forcing you to stay here (Y/N). You can leave whenever you want” He threw the keys, and I caught them.

“The biggest one,” he said.

I slowly opened the door still looking at him. It was right key. 
It calmed me a little.

“Ok, what happened” I crossed my arms. I needed answers, but I still didn’t trust him. Why should I?
I felt dizzy. The room started to be vague.

What was happening? I didn’t drink or eat  anyth… Oh God, he made me a coffee. And I drank it.
*******
“Hi guys!” Veronica and a guy who I didn’t know walked to us.

“Hi!” I said

“(Y/N) you don’t know my brother. This is Oliver, Oliver this is (Y/N)” Reggie introduced us.

“Nice to meet you (Y/N)!” He was taller than Reggie, but they were very similar. No wonder why Veronica was looking at his face with admiration. He was very very handsome.

“You too.” He smiled. He had a gorgeous smile!

“Guys, someone puked on the stairs, and the beer had finished.” said some tall blonde boy who just barged through a crowd.

“It’s not even midnight!” Reggie looked at his brother and then at us.

“I take the beer,” Oliver said.

“So that means I going to deal with the stairs” Reggie rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Yup, little brother. Excuse us ladies. We will be right back.”

******
My vision went blur. I was falling. I felt the strong hand on my waist.

“No,” I said, but Jughead didn’t let me go.

“Calm down. Just sit on the chair. You will not black down in my house again.”

He walked my to the chair and took away his hands.
Again?

“What was in my coffee,” I said quietly

“What?”

“What was in my coffee Jughead?”
******
“Girl, we are lucky” Ronnie smirked to me when Reggie and Oliver drifted away.

“The most handsome brothers!”

“I can already hear the rumours.”

“(Y/N) and Veronica the luckiest girls in the school” we laughed

“What are you two laughing about” we heard Archive voice. We turn around. He was holding two drinks.

“Nothing” Ronnie smiled.

“Well I figured out you will probably like something to drink since your partners abounded you.” He handle us the drinks

“I shouldn’t mix the alcohol,” I said hesitantly

“C'mon (Y/N) I made it especially for you” Archie winged.

“You are the second guy who said that in about ten minutes” I rolled my eyes
“Not very original.”

“Yeah thank you Archie for making during especially for (Y/N)” Ronnie acted offended but she smiled

“And this one is “especially” for you Veronica” Archie reflected, but he kept looking at me when I was drinking. I laughed.

“I hope so,” Ronnie said and took her drink.
*******
“I didn’t drug you (Y/N)!”

“That is something, which someone who drugged me would say!” My vision was clear again. He was picking up the clothes. He looked in my eyes and sighed.

“I didn’t drug you. I didn’t force you to anything…” I opened my mouth. “No, let me finish! I didn’t add anything to your coffee. Basically, I didn’t do anything like that. I don’t know the whole story, but I can tell you what I know and what happened. I will understand if you don’t want to. You can leave whenever you want.”

I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure what to do. I was curious, but on the other hand,  I was scared.

He rolled his eyes, took his phone out of his pocket and placed it on the table next to me.
“I don’t know where your phone is but you can call whoever you want and check my story. Ok?”

“Ok.”

“How are you filling?”

“Better.”
*****
I knew that I shouldn’t mix alcohol! It was wired that I was drunk after two drinks. I didn’t like being drunk, but this time it was surprisingly nice. I felt relaxed when I was dancing. But after about 20 minutes I started feeling dizzy.

“Are you ok?” Kevin asked with concerned look

“I think-k so-o. I n-need s-some air” I said, and I was surprised. I didn’t think I
was so drunk to have a speech problem.

“Girl how much did you drink?” he smirked

“Definitely not enough” Veronica handled me a drink. She already drank about 6 and Archie was still bringing more.

“No, thanks.” The speech problem disappeared, how was that possible?

“C'mon you only drank about 2 and it’s not even midnight. By the way, did someone see Reggie or Olivier?”

****

“Why I am here with you,” I asked

“You called me,” he answered.

That was wired. Why I phoned Jughead? I didn’t know him. I didn’t talk to him. Something wasn’t right.

“I don’t have your number. How could I called you?”

“You called me from Archie’s phone.”

*****
“I think I need to go home,” I said and started to looking for my purse. Damn it I left it somewhere.

“No (Y/N) stay with us!” Kevin insisted

I saw that Archie was holding a phone, he was texting. I took his phone and opened the contact book.

“No (Y/N)!” Archie tried to stop me and got his phone back. Probably I interrupted some meaningful conversation. I didn’t care. I found the taxi number, but I accidentally press the one above. I saw Jughead name on the screen, and then I heard his voice. He was angry.

“Dude! I told you I’m busy. I don’t care how wasted you are I’m not picking you up.” He hung up.

Archie took the phone out of my hand. “You need some air,” He said. “I will call a taxi for you, ok?”
I nodded

We walked out of Reggie’s house. The cold air was very nice. But I didn’t felt better. Contrary everything went blur again. I sat on the stairs. I felt dizzy and tired.

“Do you want to have a walk? Drive-In is nearby” I heard the voice. It sounded like from under water. Unrealistic. I didn’t recognise it. Maybe it was Archie? I walked out with Archie, right?

Strong hands helped me to stand up. I felt like my feets didn’t belong to me. I looked at the owner of the hands. But everything was nebulous. He was tall. What was his hair colour? Is it’s just the light from the streetlight reflecting in his black hair or there are really red?

“Yeah let’s go,” I said, and he took my hand.

******

“What are you not telling me, Jughead?” I asked

He didn’t answer.

anonymous asked:

I know you won't care because you don't give a shit about LGBTQ aces, but I'm a lesbian ace and I really appreciate gaypocalypse speaking out against the homophobia in the asexual community. Why should we as LGBTQ aces have to put up with that kind of vileness just to make hetero aro/aces more comfortable?

Ohhhhhh anon, I am not going to be nice about this, and I’m not going to apologize for it either, because you started out by saying very insulting, and I’m going to address that first before I even bother responding to the rest of what you have to say.

We “don’t give a shit about LGBTQ” aces? (Nice job leaving the ‘IA’ off there, that’s very exclusionary of you.) Have you bothered to look at who our mods are? I’m a panromantic ace. We have mods of a variety of romantic orientations. And guess what? We have MULTIPLE mods who are also trans!

So coming in here and saying that we won’t care because we don’t care about LGBTQ aces is, quite frankly, just flat out rude. Most of us fall into the queer community under multiple aspects, and are strong proponents of all LGBTQIA/MOGAI individuals.

And you know what? That includes heteroromantic aces.

Do heteroromantic aces face homophobia? No. Do they face all kinds of other prejudice and invalidation? Clearly, since there are people out there identity policing them.

I, quite frankly, fail to see how a heteroromantic ace choosing not to identify as a straight ace is in any way homophobic or damaging towards aces who are not heteroromantic. You choose to identify as a lesbian ace - great! Do you want me to tell you that’s not okay and you can only identify as homoromantic? Because I’m pretty sure the answer is no. That would be identity policing and rude. So why is it okay for you to do the exact same thing, and tell someone else that because they are heteroromantic, they must associate themselves with heterosexuals?

If someone who is heteroromantic chooses to identify as straight ace, that is absolutely their right. But they have the right to identify the way they feel comfortable, and not be told that they must identify a certain way. Particularly when there are a lot of very valid reasons why someone may choose not to identify that way.

The presumption that being asexual means you are straight is already rampant and damaging enough - I have an example from my own life to prove it. My QPP is asexual, like me. She has a very conservative Christian family. And when her mother found out that she is asexual, she IMMEDIATELY started using the argument that asexuals are straight to invalidate her, to try and force her into an acceptable box.

By trying to force heteroromantic aces to identify as straight, you are justifying that behavior. You are justifying invalidation and hate crimes against other asexuals, and we will not stand for that.

We are not supporting homophobia. We are supporting the right of every human being to identify in the way that they choose.

And you know what? If you agree with something someone else said on their personal blog, that’s great. Good for you. But someone else didn’t, and they gave us a message to pass on to other people who might be offended or hurt by what was said, and we chose to pass it on, because we disagree with it.

You disagree with us, you’re more than welcome to unfollow. Because we care about and support the entire LGBTQIA+/MOGAI community, and that includes all asexuals of any gender or romantic orientation. What we don’t support is identity policing, and anyone who thinks that what they believe about someone else is more important than how that person actually feels.

And in the past, we’ve made our view on this perfectly clear, with a great deal of thanks and support, so I honestly don’t know what you’re hoping to accomplish.

- Di

thejoyfulfox  asked:

Just curious what you think of this study: rebeccaamoore [dot com] /2014/05/29/university-study-on-sexism-in-bbcs-doctor-who-infographic/ (sorry for the weird link!) Personally, though I think the Bechdel test can be useful, I think this shows just how limited it can be. When you take stories out of context and reduce them to numbers, you don't get the whole picture. Your thoughts?

http://rebeccaamoore.com/2014/05/29/university-study-on-sexism-in-bbcs-doctor-who-infographic/

I  actually hoped to pester someone else into addressing this. (I’ve asked mewiet already, but she hasn’t reacted yet… I might give artismysanity a push into that direction… both have studied feminism academically - well, so have I, but not an awful lot - and are way more qualified to talk about this topic.)

But since you ask… In my opinion, The Bechdel Test is spectacularly ill-equipped to judge whether a piece of fiction is feminist or not. It’s a quantitative tool for large-scale media analysis - it tells us something valuable about general trends, i.e. if half of all movies don’t fulfil this criteria, it is a useful place to ask why this is happening, what the consequences of this are and how it might be possible to change that. 

It tells us nothing about whether something is feminist or not. It could be fulfilled by something which glorifies violence against women, reinforces gender stereotypes, does not treat women as equal human beings etc.

Nobody calls River a “feminist character” because they calculated her speaking time down to the second. They call her a feminist character, because they find inspiration in her story, because they view her journey from subjugated, lost, robbed of agency, impulsive, careless young woman to the wise, empathetic, strong, still flawed Professor of Archaeology, who took her own life into her hands and made her own fate as best as she could as nothing short of inspiring.

Not to mention that the “personal commentary” is dead wrong. For someone who apparently went over those episodes with “fine tooth comb” she seems to have defined River’s entire approach to the Doctor to a single line, which does not accurately reflect her behaviour at all.

River rarely if ever, disagreed on issues or principles. If asked to do something she disagreed with she would just yell, “I hate you,” and then do it. Her mentality toward The Doctor can be summed up with a conversation she has with Amy in series 6. The Doctor has left them with instructions Amy does not want to do, but River tells her, “We’re going to as The Doctor’s friends always do. As they’re told.”

Because let’s just forget about the fact that:

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