who reads the tags anyways


Inspired by and directly referenced from Mina Myoung of 1MILLION Dance Studio and her choreography for “Good Kisser” by Usher.

Dedicated to @thesearchingastronaut, whose many Voltron and Klance drawings brighten my LIFE, to my friends who cheered me on, and to @klancebabes for their very encouraging tag on the WIP.


Peter Frampton 💘


[6:06pm] today’s officially the last day of the school year, im just super grateful that i managed to promote without a hitch and can continue onward with my efforts ☆ also: im in the top 20% of my cohort this year im so :“) because honestly i was so used to being mediocre in secondary school and to be peaking now is such a wild thought

“nick isn’t a disney princess”

“Your screams… I want to hear them…”

In this episode of ‘started doodling something and this happened’: the zexal warfare AU strikes back. This time, what if Haruto’s Barian “illness” returns whenever he is put into a stressful situation? (like near losing a duel that would cost a life or even seeing everything around burn ahaha)

When someone finds out you’re asexual and decides to ask “the questions.”

So you’re never going to have sex?: Well I’ve already had a lot of sex. Figuring out that I’m asexual was a long journey especially considering most of the trip I had never heard the term asexual.

But if you’ve had sex how are you asexual?: Being asexual means I’m not sexually attracted to anyone, not that I’m incapable of having sex.

How can you think people are cute/beautiful/handsome?: The same way I know how beautiful a pint of Ben and Jerry’s sitting in my freezer is. I have eyes. I’m asexual, not blind.

What about having kids?: 1. I don’t want them. 2. If I want kids, I’ll get them the same way everyone else does: I’ll make one or go find one and fill out the proper paperwork.

What about when you get married? You’re not going to have sex with your spouse?: Who says I’ll ever get married? And besides marriage is a piece of paper that allows me to see my significant other if they’re seriously injured. It doesn’t entail sex.

But you are going to have sex on your wedding night, right? If you get married, I mean?: Okay, I can’t make any promises. I can’t say for sure I’m never having sex with my possible future spouse. I might one day decide, for their benefit, to give it a go, but they need to understand (and they will because we will discuss it because it’s our relationship and our business) that I’m never going to be up for sex on any kind of regular basis. And if I ever do have sex with said possible future spouse, it sure as hell will not be on my wedding night. My wedding day is going to be one of if not the most important day of my relationship. It’s special. It’s all about us and should include special things to us. I’m asexual. Sex is not special to me. It is nothing to me. It will not be part of our relationship together, therefore it will not be part of one of the most important days of my life. That is pointless. In the future, when I think back to my wedding day, I want to think about how amazing and special and unique to us it was. I want to think back and remember all of the special relationship defining things we did. So instead of something as pointless and boring as sex how about going to see our favorite Broadway show? Or spending the rest of the day at Disney World (because let’s be honest if I get married it’ll most likely be there)? Maybe scuba diving near a beautiful coral reef? Creating a painting together to be a centerpiece of our first house? The options are endless. They’re exciting. They’re memories to last a lifetime.

Sex is not something I owe someone. It is not a required part of a romantic relationship. Anyone who truly loves me will know, understand, and respect that. And when I’m old and grey and looking back on my life I will have spent it doing extraordinary things with the person I love most and, as I feel right now and always will, I will not care one bit if I ever had sex with that amazing person.

just the space between the stars

Twenty-seven seconds past midnight on Alex’s birthday, Kara knocks at the door, cake in hand and smile in place. Alex rolls her eyes and accepts her fate. 

Found on Ao3

Or: Even more Danvers sisters fluff as I take a break from studying for finals.