“I’m lucky I’m in love with my best friend Lucky to have been where I have been Lucky to be coming home again“
I wasn’t expecting to fall in love with you. You were an odd duck when we first met. It was such a shock when I learned you drove a motorcycle. You drove me crazy during the year we sat together in chemistry class. (Maybe that’s why I locked you in a band locker once.) Then you asked me to the Winter Formal and I couldn’t understand why why my heart was pounding in my chest the whole day. “It’s just Kyle. He’s weird!” Then you came to the door and it just clicked. “Oh,” I thought, “I like him.” I held your hand that night and it took you by surprise, too. A week later we shared our first date, gliding down the mountain through the snow, and our first kiss, snowflakes falling slowly around us.
It didn’t take long to realize I was in love with you. It didn’t take long to realize we would have to spend the next two years thousands of miles apart while I went away to college. I gave the decision to you, if we should stay together or move apart. My memories of the midnight release of the Deathly Hallows is forever mixed with the joy of learning you wanted to stay together, you wanted to try. If we could get through this, we could get through anything. Two years of different time zones, months apart, short bursts of time together, phone calls that lasted hours late into the night, and phone calls that taught us to be okay with a few words. “I love you. I’ll call you back.”
We shared so much more after I graduated from my two year college. You took me flying and taught me how to keep us steady in the air, how to land back on the ground safely. We sat through the long ceremonies as we graduated from different schools. We shared all this before you got down on one knee at midnight in the park and asked me to share forever with you.
It seems impossible to believe that five years have now passed since I walked down the aisle, you took my hand, and we promised to love and care for one another, through the ups and downs life would throw our way. We’ve grown our family in small, furry increments, we’ve moved across the country, and kept each other going as our dreams have shifted and grown. I don’t know how I got so lucky to find my best friend so early on in my life, but I am so glad we found each other, and that we choose each other every day. My best friend, my pilot, my dragon, my ferret-wrangling photography assistant, my husband, happy anniversary. I love you!
hey! I've been questioning for a while and now i see theres a convo about it so i thought i'd ask but for me im not sure if im ace or if I've just learned to accept that im not really attractive enough for anyone to want me. & i don't mean that people are ace bc they aren't wanted or whatever at all but for me idk if i'm genuinely not attracted to people or if i've just learned to live with and accept that no one wants me and i've closed myself off from that part of my brain. any advice lol
I mean I feel you so hard. Sometimes I still poke at that corner of my brain and think ‘is it or isn’t it’?
Ok but hey let’s talk about it.
Let’s start with aesthetic attraction. Do you think someone is good-looking? That’s aesthetic. For allosexuals, this is usually intricately intertwined sexual attraction. They look at someone, think they look good, and think ‘wow I’d fuck that’. Straight women generally have a better understand the sexless version of aesthetic because society doesn’t look down on them if they see another woman and think ‘wow she’s pretty’ without wanting to have sex with her. Another way of thinking about this is looking at a painting. Does it look good? That’s aesthetic attraction. You don’t want to fuck the painting, I hope. Aesthetic attraction for allosexuals (and some asexuals) is also intertwined with romantic and sensual attraction. What are those, you ask?
I’M GLAD YOU ASKED.
Sensual attraction? Think about your favorite, fuzzy, blanket, and being cuddled up in it. Now think about hugs you give your friends. Do they feel like that fuzzy blanket? Yes? That’s sensual attraction. It’s a desire to have non-sexual touch with people. America in particular is pretty bad about that because we over-sexualize everything so it’s hard to pull apart sexual and sensual attraction. (And the word sensual just sounds sexual). Basically, it’s platonic puppy piles on the couch, watching a movie, making your soul feel happy.
Romantic attraction! This one is easier to explain. Do you want to date this person? It has nothing to do with sex. Do you want to go on moonlit walks with them? Make dinners with them? Grow old together? Get married? Go to prom? Get sappy on anniversaries? That is romantic attraction?
You can be asexual and experience any and all three of these attractions.
Sexual attraction is when you look at someone and think ‘wow, I want to fuck that’.
Now if you’ve never looked at someone and truly felt that tug in your belly or gotten a hard on from looking at someone and thought ‘damn i wanna do the nasty with them’ then, yeah, you’re probably asexual. If you’ve looked at someone and only after many, many conversations and becoming friends did the sexual attraction creep up on you, then you’re probably demisexual.
I can’t obviously jump into your head and be like ‘mhm, mhm, ticked off all these boxes, this person is ace!’. Only you can decide that. It took a while for me to get there. A lot of reading. It’s okay.
On this day in 2016, one year ago to this very day, a beautiful and fantabulous creation was born; Breezango!!! 🎊🎉 Breezy and Dango have been such an incredible tag team over the last 12 months. They’ve brought us all so much joy, and getting to witness their growth as a team has been a privilege. Their chemistry has been on fire from the moment that they first put a beating to the Golden Truth. Their teamwork in the ring has improved tremendously, they just work so cohesively as a unit. They’ve faced some tough obstacles and setbacks, but have overcome them all. They’ve proven a lot of doubters wrong, they’ve shown their worth and their talent, in the ring and out. And more importantly, they’ve worked their asses off to become number one contenders for the tag team titles. This last year has been amazing, but if they can win those tag team titles at Backlash, it will be the pinnacle of everything they’ve achieved together. I am so so proud of them both and anxiously excited for their match against the Usos. I sincerely hope they capture the tag team titles, cause nobody else deserves it more right now. Thank you Breezango for being you, and thank you for everything you’ve given us so far. Go capture those titles, you beautiful bastards!! 💙💙💙
Terushima has been punched in the face more than a few times over the course of his high school career, but only one of them was during a match. This happened during a practice match with Fukurodani because he wouldn’t stop picking on Bokuto. The person who actually punched him, however, was Akaashi.
Bokuto can do push ups with Terushima sitting on his back, but never more than 20. Not because he’s not strong enough, but because Teru usually starts playing grab-ass after 15 and Bo can’t concentrate
They tried to start a band together once. It ultimately failed, not due to a lack of musical skill, but because they couldn’t agree on a name. So, they started dating instead.
Bokuto turned up outside of Terushima’s window at midnight on their 1 year anniversary playing sappy love songs on a portable speaker because romance, but Teru isn’t home bc he’s in tokyo doing the exact same shit in front of Bokuto’s house
OH LOL right after i complained about not knowing my skam anniversary i managed to find it out!!! and it’s 15th of january AND I’M GONNA BE IN OSLO THEN, LOL!!
also this is the convo where i asked my friend where to watch skam, and s1 and s2 were in finnish broadcasting company’s website with subs but then she said that s3 you can find from google, and i asked ”with subs? bc it’s norwegian, right?” ahahhah oh boyy, i feel so nostalgic now! you can except a sappy anniversary post on 15th mates, lol!
Wise men say: only fool’s rush in, but I can’t help falling in love with you…
Silas held two concert series a year. The first was in the fall as a welcome back block party in the quad. The second was an end-of-year concert, also in the quad, that usually got a lot more attendance with the weather balmy and the sun shining.
Laura did not attend the fall concert, too busy in the library with a midterm paper and helping LaFontaine organize some data set for a lab project. However, when April finally rolled around and the stage was in the process of set up, Laura was buzzing with excitement.
Carmilla had been a last minute decision by the student committee in charge of the event. They’d apparently been fighting over some hipster ska band or some band that opened for Ed Sheeran and the middle ground was reached in Carmilla Karnstein, should she accept, which evidently they weren’t to keen about but Laura couldn’t blame them either and was fairly convinced the only thing that swung her to the yay side of yay or nay was Laura pouting over Skype that she hadn’t seen her in a month and something about that Rollingstone cover just not doing it for her…
Carmilla emailed them back within 2 minutes. And they thought Carmilla was the ladykiller in the relationship.
If you haven't already been offered Soriel for the ship meme thing, I'm here to help.
GOOD ON U FRIEND
big spoon/little spoon: I’m just sayin’ it’s a good thing Sans has no skin, ‘cause boss monsters are 1. large, 2. fire-elementals and 3. big spoons by heart, all of them, every single one. He sleeps enveloped in a fluffy furnace.
favorite non-sexual activity: honestly, I swear these two just hang around eating gross sugary food and watching dumb movies and sharing memes with each other, they have the most low-maintenance relationship you can imagine
who uses all the hot water: Toriel, she’s got a lot of fur to get shampoo out of, the poor lady
most trivial thing they fight over: Sans’ eating habits, considering he’s a skeleton with no need for anything but the most basic of energy to burn. He could live off fruity loops if he wanted to. Toriel still insists he should at least try to be nice to himself and eat better food.
who does most of the cleaning: they’re about equal, Sans is home more often, but he’s also incredibly lazy. he only does his part ‘cause he knows Toriel likes a clean house and he doesn’t want to be a burden.
what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: Definitely Sans, Toriel isn’t super up-to-date on technology after having spent a century isolated in the Ruins.
who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Toriel is the only one out of the two who’s capable of noticing.
who steals the blankets: Sans is convinced that building pillow forts is totally a grown-up thing to do. Toriel usually finds him and Frisk snoozing in the middle of one if she leaves them alone for too long.
who leaves their stuff around: Sans forgets things in weird places all the time. Bad habit from when Papyrus was around to pick up after him.
who remembers to buy the milk: Toriel. She also remembers to buy milk for their friends. She is everyone’s mom.
who remembers anniversaries: Sans has a thing with dates and calendars now that the resets aren’t happening anymore, he needs the reminders, and happy anniversaries are a good way to keep track of time. He marks anniversaries for the smallest things, just for the joy of knowing that he’ll get to celebrate them in the future.
Who cooks normally?: Again, they both do! Toriel is more efficient, she’s got more practice, but Sans really enjoys it, so she’ll let him have the kitchen to himself pretty often. They also cook together a lot.
How often do they fight?: Not too often, but it does happen. They’ve got really different ways of tackling serious situations and it often leads to unfortunate misunderstandings. Sans is also shy of conflict, while Toriel is pretty confrontational. They’re good at staying constructive in their arguing and talking things down, though. It never, ever becomes malicious.
What do they do when they’re away from each other?: Toriel spends a lot of time reading. She needs a little more alone-time than most people, she isn’t used to being around others for long stretches of time anymore. Sans naturally has a ton of friendships he needs to maintain, so it’s all good.
Nicknames for each other?: Sans figured that since Asgore used to call Toriel “Tori”, he’d just go for the other half of her name and call her “’Ellie.” Y’know, just out of respect. Toriel likes Sans’ name, so she sticks to that.
Who is more likely to pay for dinner?: They take turns. Toriel is the most well off, but Sans gets insecure about leeching on her money, and she figures he’s an adult who’ll tell her if he really can’t afford it at any point.
Who steals the covers at night?: Sans steals the covers and friggin flings them over the side of the bed without mercy. He semi-sleepwalks. He doesn’t stand up, he just sits up and does weird shit with the pillows and covers in his sleep. They usually end up on the floor.
What would they get each other for gifts?: Books. So many books. They’d get each other books that they enjoyed themself so they can get to know each other better. Toriel gets surprisingly into science fiction.
Who kissed who first?: Toriel smooches everyone on the head, but with Sans she just kind of ever so slowly went lower on his face with each one. It’s not really possible to smooch a skeleton on the mouth, but the sentiment was there!
Who made the first move?: They both kind of did? There wasn’t some big moment that really cemented their relationship, they just slowly settled into it. But Toriel was the first to call Sans her partner in casual conversation. She wondered afterwards if it was the wrong thing to say, ‘cause he heard her and he immediately had to go outside for fresh air, but a few days later, he bought the two of ‘em those matching t-shrits with “GF (goat friend)” and “BF (bone friend)”, and that’s the closest the two of ‘em ever get to a wedding, so it’s all good
Who remembers things?: Sans remembers all the sappy stuff. Anniversaries, her favorite books/movies/food, etc. Toriel remembers practical stuff.
Who started the relationship?: Again with the didn’t-really-start-it-just-kind-of-happened. Everyone just accepted it as A Thing from the beginning ‘cause it was so obvious after they first met.
Who cusses more?: Definitely Sans, you bet yo arse Toriel sets up a swear jar when he moves in with her.
What would they do if the other was hurt?: Sans would be the levelheaded one who would get Toriel to safety, she’d flip her shit and roast whatever dared to threaten her 1HP bone friend