long tag pls


keith as shiro’s adopted lil bro is my favorite thing and i will take it to the grave with me

the hero pose shit is somethin i did as a kid while my sister filmed me cause she knew it would age like fine freaking wine and i am projecting my embarrassment into keith

“Aromantic” and “Asexual” are not the same thing. Aromantic has to do with romantic attraction. Asexual has to do with sexual attraction. 

They are not the same. 

One is not an “extension” of the other. Aromantic is not a place within the asexual spectrum, and asexual is not a place within the aromantic spectrum.

They are two different identities.

Stop saying “the aroace spectrum.” Don’t tag something as #asexual if it only talks about aromanticism, and don’t tag something as #aromantic if it only talks about asexuality.

Acknowledge that these are two very different identities. Don’t just fucking smush them together in one little category and call it quits. That is extremely erasing and I’m getting tired of seeing this happen in pretty much every damn post I see. 


Naruto calls Hokage Kakashi crying. Kakashi reassures him that Konoha has set aside an allotted sum of money annually to cover the damages the three of them cause when they fight. Better to just clean up the mess than anyone actually try and stop them.


has science gone too far


Carmilla. Bad Blood style.

“Aro-ace people are straight people”

  • Yeah, because straight people feel they’re broken or there’s something wrong with them because they don’t feel the same as other people
  • Because straight people don’t know about their sexuality until they’re old (unless they are lucky) because straightness* is barely visible
  • Because straightness* is seen as symptom of a mentally illness and/or as the result of a mentally illness
  • [tw sexual abuse] Because straight people are told they’re that way because of (usually sexual) trauma
  • [tw sexual abuse] Because sexually abused straight people have their straightness* invalidated because of the trauma-> “you have been sexually abused? Oh that explains why you say/think you are straight”
  • Because straight people lose friendships because friends can’t accept their straightness*
  • Because straight people only know one or two straight people irl, if they know any
  • [tw sexual abuse] Because straight people are afraid of coming out, not only due to fear of rejection but also of being sexually abused because of people who think their straightness* can be fixed with sex
  • Because straight people are told that “straightness*” isn’t a thing"
  • Because straight people are told ^^^ and mocked even in supposed safe-spaces for them (ltgb+ community)
  • Because being straight makes you unhappy because of all the romantic and sexual ideals society tells you you must pursue
  • Because straight people are invisible
  • Because straight people are told they haven’t found the right person

Yeah, you have convinced me, aro-ace and straight people are obviously the same

tl;dr: saying that aro-ace people are straight people is bs since the experiences of aro-ace people and straight people are vastly different.

Post data: most of the examples have been experienced by me, an ace gray-aro person, but ace-spec or aro-spec people can also experience these things, regardless of their other orientation, so hetero-romantic aces and hetero-sexual aros are also affected by these things.

straightness*: word used to meant heterosexuality+heteroromanticity, since I also use straight only to refer to heterosexual+heteroromantic people. 

Two Halves of One Heart

Words: 6.5k (jfc)

Summary: Dan Howell spends the majority of his English lessons gawking at his teacher, Mr. Lester. A tall man who’s seemingly every Dan’s not, but as his biggest secret is exposed quite the unexpected happens.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, alcohol (very little) and studentxteacher with a very minor age gap (four years although I don’t explicitly state Phil’s age woops sorry)

Genre: StudentxTeacher (my fave) + The Holy Trinity (fluff, smut and a tiny bit of angst)

A/N: @cafephan and I were talking the other day and we both found out we’re complete suckers for studentxteacher fics, so fast forward like a day and she sends me a huge prompt about one and we both freak out because it needs to be done, hence the birth of this fic which I am very very proud of.

So thanks Kirsten for the prompt and helping me out through this fic! Thank you to myself for being sick so you can actually get stuff done you lazy poop, and to @chocolatexstyles thanks for saying how you liked it throughout and for giving me little confidence boots <333

(btw although the title is lyrics from ‘for him.’ the song is completely unrelated to this and hasn’t inspired it in any way)

His eyes are like galaxies; green, yellow, blue. Words like a silhouette bounding around the room and with each breath I take I fall harder and harder. It feels like suffocation, a desire for a forbidden love which keeps me hungry for more.

Phil’s reads the words again, completely entranced by the writer. He’s surprised his class has found such a talented author in the short timeframe he gave them. His lips curl into a smile, realising that perhaps he could spend the whole night reading. It’s certainly past midnight when he reaches the end of the blog, having read everything from poems about unrequited love and tales of constellations on the palest of skin. It’s as if the words dance on his monitor, in the form of ebony keys on a piano; and he yearns for more. The recommended blogs offer little to quench his hunger, desire for the same words to sprawl across the screen in the most illecebrous way imaginable. Phil finds himself re-reading the same poems and stories, and it’s three-am by the time his eyes flutter closed and his head rests on his keyboard; sleep.

He feels guilty in a way as he walks into the classroom, guilty for not getting the essays marked as he fell asleep reading that stupid blog. It’s quickly forgotten as his eyes flick to Dan Howell’s flushed face and they meet for a fleeting second before they break away. Dan gulps, a smile playing on his lips as his eyes sink to the papers on his desk, which he’s busily rearranging - a distraction from the very handsome English teacher whom he has admired ever since he first saw him. He notices Phil’s hair is dishevelled and he’s wearing black glasses, which never fail to make Dan’s heart skip a beat. It’s childish really, an eighteen year old having an almost schoolgirl-crush on their teacher, yet there’s nothing he can do to avoid it. His head snaps up as his teacher speaks, a northern twang with each syllable, which somehow sounds sexy, and certainly out of place in Reading.
Phil decides not to mention the essays, and thankfully no one remembers.

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It all seemed to be reasonably alright until

the pool had to be evacuated, everyone fled in panic because the tsunami was real and murasakibara just kind of remained sat in the middle of the empty pool. it was a shitty idea, and they will never try anything other than basketball ever again


Haru is taking none of the Emperor’s shit

I am so sorry about this