<b>Phil:</b> I still haven't figured out a name for our son :/<p/><b>Dan:</b> Oh but I've already named him<p/><b>Phil:</b> really? wha-<p/><b>Dan:</b> no, shrek, don't touch that you'll get hurt, son<p/></p>
i know, I just recreated my blog and now I’m talking about Things.
look, no one is arguing that asexuality is a real thing. in fact, I used to call myself ace too. I had an ace flag background, I had an ace ring – all of it.
and you know what? nothing about my attraction has changed since then. even though I dropped the asexual label, I’d still be a firm member of the community if I decided to call myself ace.
but I don’t. and i never will again. and here’s why:
y’all are homophobes.
yes, you’ve heard it before! but now it’s coming from an asexual who felt so alienated and embarrassed by your actions that she will never come near your community anymore.
you take tragedies, murders, and violent acts against sga people and turn them into some kind of oppression contest against you. you make everything about yourself, constantly. you talk about sex more than any quote-unquote “allosexual” I’ve ever met.
you make posts about how an std-plague would be so cool because only aces would survive. you take valid criticisms of your garbage behavior and cry “aphobes!” and put your fingers in your ears.
newsflash: you’re not oppressed because you don’t want sex. yes, sexual situations may make you more uncomfortable than others, and finding a compatible partner might be rough, but those aren’t systematic.
when I told my mom I was ace, she said “you haven’t met the right person.” rude, yes, but pretty normal for a mom response.
when I told my mom I liked girls, she sent me to conversion therapy and told me if it didn’t stop, I had to leave.
you see the difference? let’s be real: probably not. you’ll probably tell me I’m either lying or generalizing. but I want you to know this: you are the reason I don’t feel safe in the “ace community,” and you are the reason no one wants you in our safe spaces. leave us alone.
Prompt: “You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU. Where Sirius is the chain-smoking art student.
Word Count: About 5,500.
Warning(s): Smoking, sexual tension, kissing, motorcycle ride without all the gear. Don’t accept a ride from someone on a motorcycle unless they supply the proper gear and you’re wearing pants and a heavy jacket, preferably. Do some research before riding!
Note: Sort of a modern, college AU. This isn’t smut, but, I have to warn you, it does end up being smoking hot. Hah. Get it? Anyway, thank you @princesse-de-ravenclaw for reading this over!
To the barista with the pretty grey eyes,
Smoking can cause the lens of the eyes to fog up and the whites of the eyes to turn yellow. Don’t ruin their beauty. If not for yourself, then for those who have the pleasure of seeing them. ;)
Sirius rolled his eyes, a slight chuckle escaping his lips as he pocketed yet another note from you. If you were to open a spare drawer in his flat, you would find a collection of tossed napkins with rushed scribbles littering the surface. Maybe one day Sirius would take your insistent advice, but right now, all he wanted was a drag.
“Another love letter from your favorite med student?”
Popular artists don’t owe you attention. I don’t care if you reblog and like all their posts, or send them tons of asks, or submit til your heart stops- THEY. DONT. OWE. YOU. ATTENTION. These are real people, just enjoying what they do- and you are being absolutely gross when you send anons like “why are you ignoring me I send you so many asks and submits!” You forget these artists usually have quite a big following- and can’t answer everything. Or they just don’t want to! Like I said, artists don’t owe you anything. So stop guilt-tripping behind anons, and being bitter because your favourite artist doesn’t want to be best friends. Be kind you fucks.
↬ Summary: There’s a darkness to your city, a murderous underbelly filled with crime and deceit that you’ve sworn to avoid at all costs. But the universe has funny ways of forcing your involvement in the form of a notorious mob boss and his young daughter. ↬ Pairing: Jeongguk x reader ↬ Genre: mafia!au ↬ Rating: Mature (for themes; subject to change in later chapters) ↬ Word Count: 7.770
Trapped on the cusp of dreams and reality, you can almost imagine your phone isn’t ringing beside you. In your dream, you’re running. Running away from something faceless, but large, and for a good second you’re able to think the ringing is your screaming, but when your screaming stops and the ringing does not, you force one eye open through the haze of sleep and reach for your phone.
It’s not on the table next to your bed, so when it stops ringing you think you’re in the clear, flopping back onto bed, but then it starts up again, and you curse loudly. The phone’s hidden in your sheets by your hip, and before you can even get the device to your ear, your brother is speaking.
Or rather, spitting, “What the fuck are you doing?”
You snort, trying to bury your face into your pillow. “What a wakeup call, Taehyung.”
“Sorry.” He sounds angry, but you pay it no mind. Taehyung leads with his emotions, acting first and thinking second. If something’s worked him up, he’ll confront the problem as quickly as possible, as is made evident by his call at- six in the goddam morning, what the hell? “Good morning, love. Sleep well?”
“Until now? Yes.”
“And you call me rude,” Taehyung laughs. “Happy now? What the hell are you doing?”
You thank any lucky stars there may be that you don’t have any classes today, and can hopefully sleep again after you finally calm Taehyung down. “Elaborate.”
Imagine Prince Oberyn being fascinated by your beauty and making you feel the pleasure you deserve.
♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
\ Request from anonymous /
I just discovered your blog and omg I can’t stop reading 😍 could you please write a (possibly smutty) female reader x Oberyn one shot where the reader is from the North and she and Oberyn meet and start flirting and then one thing leads to another…😏
Request: hello!!!!! i was the anon that requested have you ever seen a heart shatter and oh my word i am blown away!! i couldn’t stop crying after reading it!! anyways, i would love to request another newt x reader where the reader is a legilimens and she reads newts mind and finds out he’s in love with tina or leta (which ever one you can choose who you like i guess) and she just breaks i guess?? pure angst as always haha. please and thank you!!!
Word Count: 2,779
Pairing: Newt x Reader
Requested by Anonymous
Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in
August 1st, 1903
Sploosh. You shriek with laughter. Mud flies every which way. It lands on your cheeks. It sprinkles the front porch. You don’t care that your mother will be mad. You look at the next puddle and bend your knees.
A little boy suddenly bursts into your yard. He shouts, hands out in front of him, as a bunny darts by. Another boy, a little bigger with darker hair, tears into your yard, too. He stops when he sees you. He marches over, calling the other one, too.
You scowl. “Who’re you?”
“I’m Theseus Scamander. This is Newt.” He prods the other boy in the back.
You know what I'm bloody sick of in this "debate"? People saying they're not voting/voting no because the Yes campaign was rude/mean. Like boo-fucking-hoo?? You don't get to say "i'm not homophobic" when you treat my rights like a privilege I have to earn through being polite!! Like, there's countless examples of straight people being dicks to LGBT+ people, but you don't see us trying to take away their right to have their love recognised, do you? STOP TREATING LGBT PEOPLE LIKE TANTRUMY KIDS!
Yeah it’s a terrible argument. Power move: has an individual person been mean to you? Show how superior you think you are by oppressing an entire minority as a result. That’s not a moral high ground. That’s being an asshole.