being asexual is seen as “too straight” by the LGBT+ community and “too gay” for straight people. the truth is, we are neither. if straight people are “as straight as a line” and gay people are “straight like a circle”, then we’re as straight as the void. sexual attraction? i don’t even know her. you are seriously in the wrong place if you’re looking for an instant sexual connection. don’t try to “””fix””” us we’re good. keep moving please.
Hey! I don’t know if you’re still taking art submissions, but I just
recently discovered you and I absolutely love love love your work!!! And
I was wondering if you would be up to doing Louis in a crop top and
flower crown? I would be so blessed. And again, I just love your art.
You’re so amazing and you’re so sweet!! 💖💖
How could I ever say no to crop tops and flower crowns tbh?? And thank you so much, you’re a sweetling yourself 💕🌸
When your mutuals are obsessed with Jabba/Piett and you’re like “Piett definitely owns this shirt” and realized the rabbit you fell down is bigger than you thought.
I blame @white-rainbowff and @nspamc for this. Lol
Important Things To Maintain Upon the Discovery of Larry Discourse
Self-appointed “Larries” are a diverse group of people. Yes, some are teenage girls, but our ages, genders, sexualities and personal beliefs vary greatly. We do uphold the protection over the teenage girls and their rights to exist, like things, and be the fun, accepting, intelligent and individual people that they are.
The Larry discourse and all surrounding activities are not representative of how we spend all our free time. Critiques of how we “don’t have a life”, or a life outside of One Direction, are hyperbolised caricatures that are nonexistent. Everyone here is a different person with different habits, interests and personalities.
The acknowledgement of PR (including PR relationships and exaggerated or dishonest images) and abuse of power in the entertainment industry are paramount to understanding our position. These things do occur within and throughout the entirety of the entertainment industry. I cannot emphasize this enough.
Our beliefs of #BabyGate and/or Harry and Louis’ relationship are not based on a want (or jealousy) of the One Direction members for our own romantic fantasies. From experience it can be gauged that people simply see something ‘off’ about something pertaining to One Direction, see a relationship with The Closet that they too have experienced, find the handling of #BabyGate rumours and/or Larry bizarre and have questioned it further, or something similar.
The actions of one ‘Larrie’ does not represent the actions of every Larrie, the same goes for any other demographic of 1D fans.
Apply a rule of patterns. One thing that doesn’t make sense is an outlier, ten things that don’t make sense is a pattern. Larrie beliefs are based on contextual evidence that have built up patterns. We maintain that our arguments and opinions remain contextualized to the situation, so change with changing information.
“I see the crystal raindrops fall and the beauty of it all, is when the sun comes shining through. To make those rainbows in my mind, when I think of you sometime. And I wanna spend some time with you”.
can you please not focus so much on anons that sound like they are on the brink of unstanning louis and instead focus on supporting bty?
i like to discuss things with you guys even if it isn’t always sunshine and rainbows (+ i don’t think those anons were on the brink of unstanning him at all they’re just sorting through their thoughts and the mess which is fair enough) it doesn’t mean i’m not also focusing on bty promo
This sketch didn’t make the cut for the Mistletoe comic for two reasons:
1. I’ve shown Dash ontop of Fluttershy without any inbetween picture, so its a little confusing. I thought it would be cute to see the smaller Dash take control of the kissing, I drew her a little submissive and this was an attempt to fix that.
2. They’re supposed to be out of breath from kissing constantly and not remembering to breathe, but it just seems like they’re “doing it” and really getting into it lol.
Sometimes I draw without thinking, this is one of those cases.
it’s ssk’s bday in america now so i’ll just take a moment to be happy for him
sousuke himself said that his dream already came true, and maybe it feels like he’s been cheated of something, as if the multicolored balloons of his childhood dreams he used to clutch in his hands were persuaded away by a stranger who offered him a broken kite instead, one that didn’t always fly. but
I want to explain something. I feel like I have to explain this or I’m going to die or choke or vomit or just cough up a heart or a lung, something I need to keep living, which goes back to the fact that I’ve been killing myself every minute I don’t explain this. What I’m trying to say is that I’ve had my heart on lockdown. I know what a prison riot feels like inside of there & god, he turned every single part of myself against me & there was blood & screams. There was so much blood, you wouldn’t believe it, & it leaked right out of me & I was covered head to toe in my own blood all because he said these same things once & I let myself believe he could love me, that love like this or that could be real, where I’m not somehow found annoying in some way or how the need for me could actually beat anyone’s insides up until their heart was bruised into a morbid rainbow of purple & green & black & blue. I think those sort of bruises are beautiful & I believed in them once. My skin was glowing from all that hope over a key that fit into my lock, but he just wanted to let all the things that murder me out so he could see how fragile the system is. I would like to say ‘look at me’, but you can’t right now & I’m probably not making much sense, but what I’m trying to say is that I don’t know if I can survive being looked at like this again, to let myself fall into it, when there’s no guarantee for a landing that isn’t made of concrete & my bones making gross music as they break, but…now I’m going to say ‘look at me’ again, so just bear with me. There’s room here now, I mean inside my heart, there’s a place for you. I’ve kicked him out, he never paid rent or cleaned up after himself & I want to try again with someone who knows how. I want to trust & I don’t know how to do things other than just doing them, but, please, realize I’m terrified, realize…this is gonna take a lot of time.