try to guess my sexuality now

You know what I just realized? I really don’t get allosexuals.
*Example*
I’m hanging out with friends. Two of them are together. One of them looks at the other and says, “I’m thirsty”.
Now I know there are two definitions for thirsty. But I have no idea which definition they’re using.
I mean, they were kind of looking at each other sexually? *Side note: allo body language is strange too.*
So I start looking for something else to do in case they start making out. I mean, I guess I COULD try to carry on the conversation with them, but that seems a little rude.
They notice.
They start going over the top with sexual language, exaggerated voices, blah, blah.

Allos who know I’m ace tend to do this around me. I don’t know why. Is it normal allo behavior? Is it because I look uncomfortable? Is it because my life is actually a sitcom, and it gets a laugh from the audience? These are questions that will continue to be asked, but never answered.

Anyway, they leave. I now assume the orginal statement was sexual, and they left to go to their place to fuck.

They come back 15 minutes later, having gone to Walmart for Cokes. I state my confusion, they point out my mistake, laugh, and call me a prude.

HOW was I supposed to know?!

Is there some kind of secret allo code? Are they telepathic?

So if someone could explain this to me, that would be great.

Also, when I look away from people kissing/making out, I get the same, “Don’t be a prude” reaction.

…?

I can only look at you or away from you? I was trying to be polite by giving you space? Seriously, do allos just watch their friends kiss/make out?

I am so confused.

Send help.

The night starts with a big, spicy Philly cheese steak. It’s about 6pm. I’ve been wanting to try the cheese steak from this corny, 50’s retro place for a long time. I gobble down the big greasy bowl of meat, hot sauce, and cheese, then head to the coffee shop for my weekly draw group. A little after I get home, about 10pm, a stomach ache comes on. “Damn, guess spicy foods are out.” I’ve been getting stomach aches every time I have spicy Thai or hot wings. I google search about spice pain- possible stomach ulcer? “I guess I have been stressed lately, but no more than usual I don’t think…” File under “Will investigate further later.“ According to the comments on this health website, a glass of milk will help. Gulp one down, go to bed.

Wrestle to sleep for about an hour. Realize the ache is just over the required pain threshold to keep you from sleeping. Do some work on my comic, more tired, but stomach worse. Will play batman until I fall asleep. I feel like I’m just running in circles… How many times have I failed this mission? Batman, batman, stomach now hurts too bad to enjoy an active task like video games. Deliriously tired. Would be great to sleep through the rest of this abdominal temper tantrum. Try the old “hot shower will make you sleep” trick. Take some Pepto-Bismol, and some generic acetaminophen. Out of the shower, hurts to walk around now, and to lie down. Guess I’ll have to wait it out with my eyes open. Call and leave my Doc a message, maybe will get a spot in there tomorrow. Need to get that ulcer discovered… Time to enjoy a passive task like watching TV. Breaking Bad feels like the right mixture of funny and painful, just like me and my burning spice belly. Damn, I can’t even enjoy that part where during Hank’s interrogation of that meth head, Wendy, she accuses Hank of trying to buy sexual services from her on behalf of an underage “football player” (a misunderstanding involving Walter Jr. from a few episodes before). Oh hell. Time to look up what time emergency medical clinics open. Guess I’ll have to pay out of pocket since I can’t wait for my Doc tomorrow.  It’s about 4am now. Earliest clinic opens at 8. Now hungry again, but can’t eat what with all the pain. One hour down. Man, this is really starting to hurt. Can I really wait 3 more hours? Sitting is starting to hurt as much as lying and standing. And I’m still not enjoying TV. Okay, I’ve come to a decision…. 

“Hey, Kayla, my stomach still hurts, I’m thinking about driving to the ER, do you wanna come?” “Oh! Ya, sure. What time is it?” “It’s 5:30”. I  call the hospital “Hey, I’ve had a pretty bad stomach ache all night, I’m thinking of coming by.” Operator: *long pause* “Haha, well, okay! We’re open all night, so just come on in.” 

Driving with a stomach ache is not so bad, because you’re already hunched over. Wish Kayla could drive, but she doesn’t really know how, probably would have a panic attack and would definitely crash. Interesting that they have ER parking, I wonder how many ER patients drive themselves here… All bodily positions hurt my insides now, signing in to this place sucks. Give Kayla half the paperwork to fill out, glad she’s here, or this would be really boring. Man, they sure take a long time for someone trying to get into an empty emergency room… Signing in with a nurse, she ask me my height and I say “ ‘5’’8”, but I notice she puts down “ ‘5’’7”… They want to look at my pee, they always want to see my pee. I pee, no blood, so whatever that tells them means I’m getting an ultrasound first. Then a young nurse named Ken, a cool Asian dude with screws through both ears, squirts so much morphine into my IV that I lean back and audibly say “oh my god.” I feel it ripple like a shock wave from my arm down to the ends of my body. My belly is feeling alright now. 

The ultrasound technician tells me that babies are the least common thing she uses ultrasounds for. My joke has fallen flat. Back in the room, the doctor and his manila folder tell me “Good news! No gallstones, there are kidney stones inside your kidneys, but since they are inside, you shouldn’t be feeling the pain from those.” “Wait, does that mean I have to pee those stones out at some poin–” It is not discussed again. Seeing that neither organ has the appropriate stones, Doc would “rather not expose me to more radiation than necessary” and is working on discharging me. But, “I won’t leave here without a diagnosis.” 

In I go to the CT scan tube. That hot squish of contrast dye spreading through my veins. “Okay, we’re moving you into a room upstairs.” Says a hippy technician. Upstairs in my sweet and swanky single with couch, a person I’m pretty sure is just a businessman disguised in medical scrubs types on a computer. He takes down my answers to what seem like pre-surgery questions. “Do you have anybody specific on file in the event you are medically unable to yield consent  for yourself?” This, combined fact that they won’t feed me, makes me wonder what it is I’m going into surgery for. I saw this same thing about a year and a half ago with the whole brain debacle, but that’s a story for another time. Several medical people dip in, sprinkle breadcrumbs of information; it’s like a game show challenge that combines a scavenger hunt with a jigsaw puzzle. You have to gather the pieces of information from their hiding places, then assemble them in the correct order to reveal an answer. A tech comes in and spoils the game, “You seem to have a lot of questions, so I just want to make sure, you know you have appendicitis right? We’re about to take it out.” “Thank god,” I think. “It’s not the spicy foods. Spicy foods are still in.” Downstairs, in pre-op, I complain to my plain-clothes surgeon about how analog tests like pressing on my stomach are remarkably inaccurate, since a doctor’s subjective interpretation of my poor description of say, “the pain is slightly higher” can rule out appendicitis, the same appendicitis that a machine might spot an hour later. I tell him that I almost got sent home. My surgeon tells me he’s been doing analogue tests for 30 years, and not to worry about it. I start to tell him how “my deadpan reaction to pain also causes a lot of people to misdiagnose me, that a lot of people laugh when I describe how I’m in pai–”, but he walks away in the middle to get dressed for surgery. The operating room has big TVs and lights, it looks like a set, and I consider the possibility of fake hospitals as the anesthesia takes the wheel.

In the recovery area, the nurse tells me how big, inflamed appendixes can be agitated by spicy foods, foods high in fat, and dense foods like heavy cheese. I see an image of a spotlit cheese steak appear in a black void. Nurse feeds me ice chips and tells me she craves ice chips when she’s dehydrated. I suggest that she only craves ice chips because she works in a hospital, that ice chips are too unsatisfying a thing to crave at random, and that most people would just crave water. She agrees. Back upstairs in my room, it is now 8pm, and it has been 26 hours since I’ve eaten. I’ve been hydrated only through IV’s. The driest mouth and the clearest pee. Because the lingering anesthetic can cause nausea and vomiting, they will only give me jello. I go nuts on the jello. They continue to give me every jello I ask for, one at a time, like a test. Way past where I though the cutoff point would be, the nurse tells me “That’s it! There’s no more jello! You ate all the jello on this floor.” You’re damn right I did, you’re damn right….

Stay Asleep

This is part eight of the Good Little Angel series!

Good Little Angel

Good Little Angel part two

Good Little Angel part three

Good Little Angel part four

Good Little Angel part five

Good Little Angel part six

Good Little Angel part seven

Word count: 1,386

Warning: angst, fluff, mentions of smut

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @curlyxtomato for your request! This is a part eight.

An unexpected visitor means that Y/N and Lucifer have to really consider what is going to happen to them in the future.

A/N: This part doesn’t really have any smut because I am developing the story, hope you still enjoy it!

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Neither of you spoke, too shocked to even muster an answer.

The voice again came from behind the door, “I’ll take that as a yes.” And he entered. Lucifer clicked his fingers quickly before the door swung open, cleaning you two up and putting his shirt onto you to cover you up a bit.

Keep reading

POPULAR TEXT POSTS + ASK MEME  ( PART 4 )

❛ you inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this gang apart ❜
❛ i hope no one lowkey hates me. highkey hate me. hate me with every fiber of your being. go big or go home ❜
❛ my style isn’t even my style, i can’t afford my actual style ❜
❛ i feel like everyone has a teacher from high school that they’d 100% fight ❜
❛ i don’t mean to interrupt people i just randomly remember things and get really excited, i’m sorry ❜
❛ sir, you cannot name your son ‘Papa_Roach_Scars.mp3’ we just won’t allow it ❜
❛ if you asked me what my sexuality was, i couldn’t give you a straight answer ❜
❛ i just wanna wear lingerie, smell like lavender, and have soft skin ❜
❛ yabba dabba done with your shit ❜
❛ 5 years ago i was a fucking mess and now i’m a fucking mess but at peace with it and with a cooler fashion sense ❜
❛ the only reason i’m staying in school is so i can provide for my future ❜
❛ occupation: sleepiest girl on the planet ❜
❛ true friendship is willfully making someone’s emotional devastation over fictional characters worse ❜
❛ (not so) breaking news: i’m sad again and everyone’s tired of hearing about it ❜
❛ my new year’s resolution is to stop ❜
❛ people keep posting ‘what’s REALLY in your food’ articles like i’m gonna stop eating whatever it’s about lmao listen, death is coming. death is coming. pass me a hot dog ❜
❛ do you sometimes wonder why you have weird friends but then you snap and realize that you’re as weird as them ❜
❛ have you ever met someone who’s smile looks like it could make flowers grow ❜
❛ is ‘no’ an emotion because i feel it ❜
❛ i wanna be the one girl who looks really cute but also gives off the vibe that she could snap your neck if you disrespect her like is that possible for me ❜
❛ concept: me, having friends and being liked by people ❜
❛ the human body has 7 trillion nerves and some people manage to get on every single fucking one of them ❜
❛ replace my heart with another liver so i can drink more and care less ❜
❛ i need a hug and six months of sleep ❜
❛ good morning i’m obsessed with being loved ❜
❛ don’t come back when you realize that i’m rare ❜
❛ i’m stuck in between ‘i really wanna meet new people’ and ‘why can’t everyone leave me the fuck alone’ ❜
❛ can you believe some people meet each other and just hit it off right off the bat and just… date??? and fall in love? ?? that sounds fake ? ? ? ❜
❛ painfully average looking with a great sense of humor and always down to get drunk ❜
❛ people are always like ‘are you a morning person or a night person’ and i’m just like… buddy, i’m barely even a person ❜
❛ you ever talk to a stupid boy to pass time? ❜
❛ don’t talk to me or my 78 insecurities ever again ❜
❛ i’ll always have a soft spot for you ❜
❛ i hate being tickled. i do not think it’s cute, i do not think it’s funny. i will kick you in the fucking face ❜
❛ you inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this gang apart ❜
❛ there’s no blood in my veins anymore it is coffee and broken dreams ❜
❛ i’ll pay you $7 to have a crush on me ❜
❛ i’m a hopeless romantic… emphasis on hopeless ❜
❛ i deal with my personal problems the same way i study for tests… i don’t ❜
❛ half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole ❜
❛ my biggest problem is i don’t like, do shit ❜
❛ how am i supposed to be productive when netflix just automatically plays the next episode for you? ❜
❛ a girls sleepy voice is probably the cutest thing that has ever existed on this earth ❜
❛ at like a really specific time at night i feel like i wanna fall in love or some shit but then i wake up and i’m ok again ❜
❛ i’d really like to be taken out tbh. in a date way or a sniper way. i have no preference ❜
❛ i don’t need alcohol to make bad decisions ❜
❛ i want to be one of those people who does yoga and eats berries for breakfast, but i’m one of those people who stays in bed until 4 pm and eats pizza ❜
❛ why are there waiting lists for preschools?!?! babies are small!!!! 800 could fit in one room, just stack them ❜
❛ raise your hand if you are scared shitless about the future yet couldn’t care less at the same time ❜
❛ i hate being the stereotypical emo bitch, but life sux, my dude ❜
❛ i wanna learn how to throw knives so i can throw ‘em like real close and graze somebody to let them know to shut the fuck up ❜
❛ my heart says yes but my mom says no ❜
❛ if we are ever invaded by aliens and they wanna destroy earth and whatever that’s fine, but leave old friends senior dog sanctuary out of it ❜
❛ i don’t want to get involved in the drama, i just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened ❜
❛ if i had the power to control time i would probably just use it to sleep more ❜
❛ guess who got shit done today….. not me lmao but congrats to somebody out there ❜
❛ i promise i’m a lot nicer than my ‘walking to class’ face would lead you to believe ❜
❛ why spend money on booze when i can get fucked up by conspiracy theories for free? ❜
❛ binge watching is great until you run out of the show and have to start watching it weekly like some sort of medieval peasant ❜
❛ merry crisis, everyone ❜
❛ my whole life is the one episode of friends where ross drinks all those margaritas and keeps telling everyone that he’s fine when he clearly isn’t fine ❜
❛ i’m a huge supporter of things which annoy misogynistic rich white men ❜
❛ kinda wanna go on a date, kinda wanna get hit by a truck too ❜
❛ do i even have a sexuality at this point or is it literally just ‘oh yes i’d kiss you’ ❜
❛ not interested dot com forward slash you ❜
❛ napping together is my kind of date ❜
❛ i’m trying to stop being a hater but it’s just so hard when there are so many things that need my hate ❜
❛ i need to stop imagining things i’d say in interviews if i was ever famous because i am not ❜
❛ guess who got their life together!!!!! …not me, but someone probably has ❜
❛ concept: the worst is over. everything’s gonna be okay now ❜
❛ me, giving your eulogy at your funeral: ‘we are gathered here today to mourn a friend, a relative, a companion and a loved one, and to kinkshame them one last time’ ❜
❛ one day i will take a really good selfie and you will be sorry….. you will all be sorry ❜
❛ i was so ugly in 2008 because i didn’t care about my looks, i cared about the jonas brothers ❜
❛ i’m the whole package: bitter AND petty ❜
❛ my life is that awkward walk/jog you do in front of a car when you’re crossing the street ❜
❛ i use sarcasm because flat out telling you you’re a fucking moron is considered inappropriate and is frowned upon and i was raised better than that ❜
❛ my aesthetic is looking really tired even when i’ve had enough sleep and having a lot of bad habits and responding poorly to criticism ❜
❛ yes you’re allowed to have other friends, you just have to love me more ❜
❛ i just want to be somewhere warm and making questionable decisions ❜
❛ i don’t have plans for tonight or the rest of my life if you want to have a drink or get married ❜
❛ screenshots don’t scare me, i know what the fuck i said ❜
❛ ‘you’re kind of annoying’ kind of? kind of??? excuse me. excuse you. i am fully annoying. i am very annoying. there’s nothing half-assed half-hearted ‘kind of’ about it ❜
❛ *jumps over hole in sidewalk* yeah you could say i’m pretty fucking athletic ❜
❛ i don’t ‘dress to impress’ i dress to depress. i wanna look so good that people hate themselves ❜
❛ sorry, i couldn’t hear you over my internal monologue ❜
❛ valentine’s day is coming up, i don’t know what to buy myself ❜
❛ you’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because i think about kissing you all the time ❜
❛ ‘dude, i’m wasted’ and by wasted, i’m talking about my wasted potential because i’m a lazy piece of shit ❜
❛ i may be a terrible person but at least i say please and thank you and use my fucking blinker ❜
❛ is it too late to try to be myspace famous ❜
❛ ask him if he’s good with his hands, then when he comes over, make him put together ikea furniture ❜
❛ if a woman’s hand is steady enough to put on winged eyeliner then it’s steady enough to stab you in the heart ❜
❛ please don’t get tired of me ❜
❛ finals? fuck a final. gone girl myself. ❜
❛ i really thought quick sand was going to be a bigger issue in life when i was little ❜
❛ i’m so tired of not being a multimillionaire ❜
❛ why must the cute ones (me) suffer ❜
❛ nasa actually stands for ‘not any straight aliens.’ gayliens are real and out there ❜
❛ not to be bitter or anything but i hope everyone that has ever hurt me is absolutely miserable ❜
❛ my mind says college, but my heart says isolated sheep herder in iceland ❜
❛ i am an adult oh god make it stop ❜

( you can find the other three parts here: 1, 2, 3 )

Okay so the reason I said I would stop writing smut and maybe be even stop writing all together, is a few things.

Firstly i’ve been thinking a lot lately and I was kinda of thinking what my blog really was about. I started this blog when I was really young and I only wrote about sexual stuff because it was new to me and interesting. But now that I’m the tiniest bit older I realized i’ve only written about Harry in a sexual way. I feel like I over sexualized and even maybe objectified him because “sex with harry” was kinda the whole thing my blog was about.

I know sex is natural and it’s normal, however I felt uncomfortable with the fact that, that is the only writing material I have. Like Harry has feelings, he doesn’t only have sex, so why are my writings, that I try to make as real as possible, focusing on just one part of his life.

I was very afraid for a while to say anything but now that I realize people don’t really care much about me or when I’m on, I can make this change I guess. 

I was afraid writing that was not sexual would be a bore to people as well so I even suggested not writing at all.

However I was convinced not to stop writing.

I won’t completely stop writing smut, i’m just going to do it a little less maybe, I’m just afraid people will lose interest in me all together (some I think already have).

This might not be a big deal for some people but this blog is an escape for me, so I want it not only to be enjoyable for me, but for everyone else!

It’s true I feel annoying and unwanted on this site at times, but I’m not going to go away because of that.

There’s no point in saying this because I know people probably didn’t read this or they just don’t care but If you have any questions or you just want me to make something clear please ask me! Also you can always send me asks about anything, I do harry talk all the time or whenever I get the message.

So in conclusion I won’t stop writing but i’ll be making small changes on what I’ll be writing and how I’ll be writing it!

anonymous asked:

a therapist telling u that bisexuality isn't real isn't fucking conversion therapy. No one on the planet has gone through ACTUAL conversion therapy (which is straight up torture not just a few words of invalidation) to 'become' gay. Also lesbians have the exact same thing happen to us with the whole 'u should be sexually fluid' shit like admit homophobes are inconsistent and just want all of us to stop existing!!

omg, Anon, I am so excited!  I get to be the first person to introduce you to an exciting concept that is just going to blow your tiny little mind!  This is going to be so much fun.  Are you ready?  Okay, here goes…

One person’s experience of oppression does not invalidate, negate, or otherwise counter your experience of a different oppression!

Likewise, your experience of oppression does not invalidate, negate, or otherwise counter our experience of a different oppression!

Guess what that means?  Seriously, you’re gonna lose your shit over this, I hope you’re ready…

Lesbians being told “you should be sexually fluid” is homophobic and that’s bad, and bisexuals being told “bisexuality doesn’t exist” is biphobic and that’s ALSO bad!  Both of these things can be true!  At the exact same time!  

And it’s funny, because you seem to hint at that truth with “they just want all of us to stop existing”, but if you actually believed that then would you be in my inbox right now feeling the need to try to silence a bi person from talking about biphobia?  Somehow I don’t think so!

Condescending sarcastic excitement aside, you can go right ahead and shut the actual fuck up with your minimizing institutionalized biphobia in a therapeutic context as “just a few words of invalidation”.  You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about and this is the perfect moment to stop wasting everyone’s time with your irrelevant opinion about an experience you don’t share.

I’d also like to know, purely as a point of linguistic curiosity, how a medical professional telling a patient that their sexuality “doesn’t exist” and trying to convince them that they should change their orientation to a monosexual one (in either direction! it’s not just “you should identify as gay”! it could equally be “you’re straight but confused”!) fails to fall under the term of “conversion therapy”?  What would you call that, exactly?  Is it not a therapist attempting to convert someone away from their sexual orientation?  You’re assuming it’s something a therapist says once and then lets go, but I can assure you that’s not the case.  They may only get to say it once, if the patient is in a position (financially, mentally, confidence-wise, etc) to fire the therapist right away, but in other cases it becomes a recurring theme, and having a therapist constantly undermining a part of your identity is not healthy for anyone and yeah, that’s by definition a form of conversion therapy.

Also shut up.  Did I mention that part yet?  Definitely shut the fuck up. 

(No but seriously ppl like you are why I have capital-I Issues with lesbians.  At this point, my experience with the way lesbians treat other non-lesbian queer women has made me wary of y’all to almost the same degree I’m wary of straight men, and in a very similar way.  I just assume you’re going to be shitty to me, although about my orientation rather than my gender, until we’ve known each other long enough that I can start to trust you.  And look!  Here you are in my inbox, a lesbian being an asshole to bisexuals, reinforcing that experience yet again.)

I can’t decide

Title: I can’t decide

Pairing: Crowley x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k with lyrics

Warning: angst I think, they do talk about killing each other

Summary: After the reader runs into Crowley and some demons, neither can decide whether to kill the other or handle the situation differently.

Request: may I request a songfic to ‘I can’t decide’ where crowley meats the reader and is not sure if he likes her or not

A/n: My first try to write some sexual tension. Guess it will be ages till I’ll be able to write actual smut. Anyway enjoy. Oh and I’m tagging @wayward-mirage, who I still can’t believe would like to be tagged in my attempt at a fic for the song.


Originally posted by crowleysloverr

It’s not easy having yourself a good time

Greasing up those bets and betters

Watching out they don’t four-letter

F**k and kiss you both at the same time

Smells like something I’ve forgotten

Curled up died and now it’s rotten

“Hello boys” Your voice was calm and a smirk was plastered confidently on your face. You really got lucky tonight, passing throw town searching for your next hunt you stumbled upon demon signs. Demons always made for the most fun hunts, most were mindless idiots oh but every once in a while you ran into a good bunch. Like with wine - the older they were the better they got, learning to think, to delegate, to order. Taking them out, outsmarting them, was always a pleasure.

Keep reading

My secret.

So as many of you know or may have guess, i am sexual attracted to my son. It has been for a few years now. The distance between my husband and myself has only fueled this burning need of mine. Over the last few months and weeks i have decided to act upon my desires. It has been going slow and steadly getting more bold on my part as well as my sons noticeand his own desires are making themselves known.

Unfortunately yeasterday there was a setback and I need to talk about it. On Saturday i decided to press my luck and try a little ‘Netflix and chill’ with my son. I wore some sexy pjs but nothing overtly sexual. We cuddled on the couch and enjoyed a steamy movie together. I could feel my son’s attraction and decided to press my luck by kissing him. Soon it was like a makeout party. In the middle of this we hear the backdoor open and i see the kitchen light come on. Apparently my husband had a load coming through town and decided to surprise us. Need less to say the shock of what i was doing hit me like a ton of bricks and i practically flew to my bedroom and into bed before my husband could find me in my state with my son. The next morning my son would not catch my eye and soon decided to go over to his friends house for the day. I feel extremely guilty but not toward my husband but toward my son. I haven’t seen him since Sunday morning at church. Even after my husband, his father, left my son did not come home and i feel like I may have ruined my chances.

Lay us down, we're in love (trans!phil fluffy explosion)

the world needs more transgender phics

so I shall supply it to you!

Summary: Dan is forced to spend time with his new neighbor’s daughter, and it’s basically love at first sight. Except for he finds out later she may be hiding something

Warnings: trans!phil (just so ur not like wtF RAEaNN), swearing, embaressing moments in front of crushes, cliche, cuteness, u may cry if ur a crier cuz i’m not a crier and i cried theres something wrong with me, very small smuttish scene

word count: 5.6k about? 

Keep reading

Getting to know my step sister

I recently moved back to my hometown and I have started to get to know my step sister again. I told her I had a sexual dream about her and she didn’t even get mad or upset. She was a little surprised but I guess I have been suppressing the feelings for years. I told her I wanted to fuck her. Wanted to leave my fun in her. All she had to say was ok let’s do it then. Now we are trying to figure out when we can get together and get this done.

I’m so happy everyone enjoys my edit! 
I’ll definitely try to do more, and edit the outfit with it this time to be less sexualized.

If you’re curious how I did it, I simply went into the game, took some big ass screenshots (5x resolution), and edited it on photoshop. I colored her skin, changed some features a bit, and drew the hair. Then some filters.
So it’s like, half edit half drawing I guess?

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm 99% positive I'm ace, but I'm confused if I'm lesbian or biromantic? I'm having a hard time figuring out if I like men (I know I like women), and without sexual attraction I'm having a hard time figuring it out. Any advice?

Hey anon,

Honestly, when I was trying to figure out if I was bi when I started questioning my sexuality the first time, I just thought about cute guys and looked at pictures of celebrities and asked myself did I like them. 

I know that probably doesn’t really help you right now but I guess if you just look at guys you think are aesthetically pleasing and just ask yourself do you like them, could you see yourself holding hands with them/cuddling them/being otherwise romantic with them, that could hopefully help you figure out what it is you’re feeling.

I hope this helps in some way and I hope you can figure yourself out. Feel free to message me again, about this or anything else. ^.^

That annoyingly awkward moment when you think your (fairly close minded) co-worker is trying to figure out if you’re a lesbian or not. 🙄

Talking about actresses who may be lesbians in a faux-casual “Am I just behind on the times I didn’t know Drew Berrymore was a lesbian?” My response was: “Not that I know of, but perhaps she’s bi-sexual?” Then she mentions about Angelina Jolie being a lesbian, & I replied I was under the impression she was bi-sexual. “Oh no, she’s a lesbian now, not that there’s anything wrong with it. I guess Brad did her in.”

Omg. Shoot me now. Why must I be around such ignorant assholes?

my life is kind of intense right now emotionally 


i’ve done a lot/been doing a lot of inward thinking and reflection and it’s very scary. 
i have a lot of great and healthy friendships but i’m very scared of myself when it comes to anything romantic or involving relationships whatsoever because i honestly only want to hurt the people who have hurt me, and im only finding myself becoming attracted to people who remind me of abusers, so i guess right now im trying to break that cycle and stop hurting people/start letting myself become unhurt? im also really struggling with my sexuality and understanding it, i understand that sexual identity is fluid and changing but i dont want to call myself something that im not when im not even entirely sure what that means? what im getting at is i think im bi. so trying to understand that while also trying to understand relationships at all is really difficult and taxing and scary. 

im going on a roadtrip in 18 days to texas, the grand canyon and then CO. im going to see my grandparents in texas, then sleep at the grand canyon and get a tattoo to commemorate the trip and then im going to camp in colorado for a few days before returning to kansas, one of my close girlfriends is going with me and im so excited because i think this will give me a lot of time to think and exist without worrying about school or work or anyone else. 

more than anything i think im just lonely, regardless of how many people im surrounded by.

Sometimes I just feel so alone. Like, it dawns on me how I have very few good friends that I could hang out with over this summer break and I’m going to be even more solitary this summer, since me and my ex broke up. There’s so many things I want to do but alas, I don’t have that much money. I’m volunteering at Fringe this year so there’s that, but I still wish there was someone I could hang out with regularly or a romantic/sexual partner whom I could be with. I pretend to be fine when I’m alone but I’m not always. I guess this summer, is now the summer of… being me, I guess. I have a list of things to do or try.

guess who just realised at the tender age of 23 that she’s gay?

that’s right

this gal!

unlessimwrongwhichyouknowimnot  asked:

Character headcanons: Fitz and Hunter

Thanks!

1: sexuality headcanon -

Hunter is probably straight tbh but he strikes me as a “don’t knock it til you try it” / “I’ll do anything once” kinda guy. And I have written a few FitzHunter fics and in that verse he’d be pan probs.

My son Fitz is a screaming bisexual that’s just true facts.

2: otp -

For Hunter… Huntingbird I guess, though upon reflection, something steadier would be better for him I think. Dang it now I miss FitzHunter.

For Fitz I can’t go past FitzSimmons

3: brotp -

I really like their brotp with each other! I think Fitz is my favorite Hunter brotp. Daisy is my fave Fitz brotp though.

4: notp -

Either of them with May, Coulson, W*rd. or, you know, that other one some people apparently think is a ship

5: first headcanon that just pops into my head -

Hunter can actually make a solid paella

Fitz’s favourite book as a kid was Robin Hood

6: one way in which I relate to this character -

Hunter: a lot of empathy and approachability.

Fitz: a lot of insecurity but a lot of love & overcoming my doormat tendencies!

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character -

Hunter probably speaks very bad Spanish

Fitz can’t flirt to save his life and neither can I and writing it is a shocker omg

-

Send me a character(s) and I’ll tell you…
Protective Kol

Who: Kol Mikaelson

Imagine: A Kol Mikaelson oneshot where Kol is very protective of the reader and there’s lots of cute fluffy stuff.

Warnings: Mild Language

Notes: This is my first official imagine on this account :)

Songs that may be good while reading this:
•Without You - Usher
•Stop and Stare - One Republic

___________________________________________________“Kol, really you don’t need to be by my side every second of the day. I am very capable of taking care of myself.” You mentioned to Kol, who rolled his eyes at the remark. You rolled your eyes back and started to walk away from him, with your duffel bag slung over your shoulder. He chased after you and softly grabbed your arm, pulling you back. “I know. I trust you, entirely. It’s everyone else I don’t trust, darling.” He grabbed both your hands. “I love you so much and I can not lose you. If anyone were to lay a hand on you-” He stopped and closed his eyes for a quick second, in an attempt to control his thoughts. “Kol. I love you too and that’s completely understandable. However, I am only going over to Caroline’s for a couple of drinks and to hang out for awhile. It’ll just be Caroline, Bonnie, Elena, and I.” You smiled and pecked his lips. He smirked at you and softly held your shoulders. “Alright, but you better call me. Or text me. Or communicate with me in some sort of way.” He said giggling. “I’ll send a dove with my love every hour on the dot.” You said, causing you both to laugh. “Words cannot describe the amount of love I have for you, darling.” He said embracing you. “I love you very much. I have to go though. Bonnie will kill me if I’m late again.” He tilted his head and squinted at you, as you walked toward your car. “That was not to be taken literally.” You yelled behind you as you walked to your car, throwing your duffel bag, holding some games and drinks, in the trunk. You had thought Kol had gone back inside, so you stepped back to close the trunk and were startled when Kol popped up beside you, closing it for you. “Now what if I were someone else who was trying to kill your sexy ass? You wouldn’t have even seen it coming and I would’ve had to figure out where I was going to hide another dead body.” He laughed, holding your hips. “You’re so lucky that I love your protective ass.” You laughed, smiling up at him. “Okay, well you better get going before I change my mind and make you stay home with me so we can do… Other things…” He says, towering over you smirking. “Oh, Kol Mikaelson. I love you so much.” You say, standing on your tip toes, planting a kiss on his lips, with your arms around his neck. He released you from his grip and you got in the car, driving to Caroline’s.
___________________________________________________ You arrived, seeing loads of cars spread all over the grass, street, and driveway. “No way, Caroline.” You said to yourself. You thought about heading back home, but you figured it wouldn’t be so bad to just let loose for one night. Besides Kol wouldn’t even know. Well, Kol couldn’t know, at least. If Kol knew you went to a party without him, he would be the one killing you. Not because of the booze, but because he would not allow you to be alone around so many unknown people. Maybe after tonight was all over, you could explain the situation to Kol and he’d realize you could handle yourself. The vampire problem around Mystic Falls was currently huge. Going to a party was out of the question to humans, but you were not going to let that ruin your fun. “Let’s do this.” You said aloud, getting out of the car and heading to the party, leaving your duffel bag in the car. You walked into the house, the song “Without You” blasting throughout the house. Lights were flickering and moving across the room. Bodies were jumping and moving all over the place. The house was incredibly packed, causing you to shimmy through the crowd of people. ‘This party is so crowded, no one would even notice a vampire feeding on someone.’ You thought. Your mind kept telling you to be aware of your surroundings so you wouldn’t become someone’s meal. You searched for anyone you knew, but not a familiar face was in sight. ‘Drinks.’ You thought to yourself. ‘Everyone had to get a drink at some point.’ You figured eventually someone you knew would have to come by the drinks to take a break from the party. You waited, leaning against the kitchen counter, for a good 15 minutes, awaiting someone you knew to approach you. 'Maybe this was a bad idea.’ You thought to yourself. You looked down at your phone and a text from Kol appeared on your screen.

Kol💕 - Haven’t received a message from that little dove. Is everything okay, love?

You smiled down at your phone, hitting the reply button and glanced up for a second. A pair of eyes met yours. You had to admit, he was a pretty handsome guy, but no one compared to Kol. You quickly typed, “Everything is-” but you were interrupted by the handsome guy. “And what is a gorgeous lady like you doing on her phone at a party?“You laughed a little and looked down at your feet and back up at him, getting ready to answer, but you were interrupted. "Uh-uh-uh, let me guess. Either- A. You have severe social anxiety. B. Your friends left you here alone and now your trying to look busy. Or C. You have a very controlling boyfriend wanting to know what’s going on. My hope is either A or B is the correct answer. Although with an ass like that, C is also a VERY likely answer.” He said, smirking, looking at you head to toe. You squinted your eyes up at him, angrily, “I’m sorry, but it seems you’ve left out D. Trying to avoid assholes like you who like to sexually harass girls, who could easily kick your ass, at parties.” His smirk fell and was replaced with an evil glare. “Oh, ding ding ding, looks like we have a winner. D it is.” You say rolling your eyes and trying to walk away. He roughly grabbed your arm, and looked into your eyes. Veins appeared under his eyes and he looked down at you. 'Vampire.’ You thought. You could tell he was pissed and it seemed as though he was about to compel you. “We aren’t done yet, sweetheart. Now listen close.” His eyes started dilating, as he attempted to compel you. “You have taken an interest in me and you want to go upstairs to the nearest empty bedroom with me and we are going to have se-” He said, attempting to compel you, but his neck was snapped in an instant you stood there in shock, shaking. “And now the 'controlling boyfriend’ kicks your ass.” Kol says looking down at him. He looks over at you and pushes his lips together, looking relieved that you were okay. “You’re little dove told me you might need some assistance.” He says, giving a soft smirk, embracing you in a hug. “Are you alright, darling?” He asks, with a concerned look on his face. “I’m fine. Thank you. I’m so so so sorry, Kol. I love you so much and I should’ve told you about the party once I knew.” You said crying into his chest. He pulled you back, wiping your tears. “It’s okay. I’m here, now. You’re safe. Head out to the car. I’ll handle this guy. I’ll meet you out there.” He said, pecking your lips. You did as he told you and walked out to the car. You knew Kol had most likely put a stake through the guys heart or ripped it out completely.
___________________________________________________You walked into the house, Kols arm wrapped around your shoulder and your arm wrapped around his waist. You sat on the couch together, holding onto each other, enjoying each other’s presence, cuddling. “Next time you go to Caroline’s, I’m coming with you.” He says, playing with your hair. You giggled slightly and looked at him, smiling. “Agreed.” He smiled at you and you turned your head, laying with your back to his chest. You dozed off, still able to faintly hear. “Oh, darling. I have so much love for you. I simply don’t understand how you could be so perfect.” He whispers, kissing the top of your head. You smiled and with your eyes closed, you whispered back, “I love you too, baby.” You felt his smirk against the top of your head and you both dozed off.

Originally posted by tvd-tw-ships

Since i once again got fucked by the long, thick, cock of the blog flagging system, i will now be posting even less sexual content. I’ve done my best to keep this blog “pg-13″ but i guess i’ll have to be more diligent yet if i want to keep this blog alive. SO ill be trying my best to get the flag removed somehow, as i did last time (though it took a couple months). And posting more on my no holds barred side blog @boobies-furano. There you can get all the lewd content you want plus a bit more

Till then my blog wont show up on search bar or to anyone who blocks adult oriented blogs, ironically my lewd blog however, will.

I’ll also probably be at otafest for yyc/alberta/canada/calgary weebs. More info on that another day

Kisses 

-(dead)ecchi(i) 

also might change my url again 

anonymous asked:

So I came out as gay like 2-3 years ago but just recently I've started feeling attracted to guys and I made out with a guy and now I'm kinda confused about it all... In the end I know I'll just find out how I feel and explore my true sexuality but now comes my real question: do you have tips on how to deal with people who don't understand "what I am" and keep trying to label me? I told a few friends about this and they all reacted with "Oh but you said you were gay"

Just tell them you’re still trying to figure it out I guess