yes you are rude


Fudou Akio and Kazemaru Ichirouta in a day of relax.

Kazemaru: Thank for the invitation. I didn’t know you were so kindness with me.

Fudou: Oh yeah, So, i didn’t have who invite, well you know, it’s complicated this things

Kazemaru: Hm? Well, that weird! -smile- We have to go back other day.

Fudou: Do you want go back here with me?

Kazemaru: Yes. You’re funny when you don’t tell things so rude.

Fudou: Thanks? Whatever -a bit nervous- I’d like to be with you more time, i enjoy when we are alone.

Kazemaru: I think the same, Fudou. -smile- Thanks for the scarf, i had cold.

Fudou: You’re welcome, It’s yours now. Only for you.


I did two drawing because i didn’t know who was better

why i stopped identifying as ace

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.

Give me stories where people don’t doubt that Bitty is on the hockey team because of his stature, but because he isn’t an obnoxious, loud-mouthed, overly-opinionated rUDE PERSON, YES YOU ADAM BIRKHOLTZ AND WILLIAM POINDEXTER I AM POINTING AT YOU

Drag Me Down (To Hell) | 01

Originally posted by jjks

↬ 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

Part 02

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.”

You’re getting a job?

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↪ 1/10 Male Biases - Taehyung of BTS (ult)

changkyun as your roommate


    • a/n: haha, thank you very much love for loving the jungkook one, i appreciate it :D and sure!! i hope you enjoy it and the gifs do not belong to me, credits to the owners.

meeting // moving in-

  • he’s gonna be like super awkward
  • changkyun would walk into the house without you knowing
  • and you’d be dancing on history might just die
  • he’d be shook
  • i think this guy wouldn’t be able to look you in your eyes
  • when he did he bursted out laughing
  • the same for you
  • both of you were crying your eyes out because of laughing too much
  • “omg how much did you see?”
  • “i think i saw too much, so, that is what you do when you’re alone?”
  • “yep, gotta make sure that i’m as good as them hahaha”
  • “so, should i introduce myself, in a normal way?”
  • “you’re y/n, i’m changkyun, we’re roommates.”
  • “oh okay then changkyun, thank you for introducing myself. i think that i like you”
  • “i think that i like you as well”
  • you and changkyun would eventually dance on kpop songs 
  • “changkyun, do you know this one?”
  • “yep, i think he knows”
  • you two would also jam on k hip hop songs and expect him to dab lots
  • you’d do the same ofc
  • and that’s where actually you guys became the best of friends / roommates


  • lol? what rules?
  • i can already see him breaking the rules directly
  • like he’d accidently throw his smelly socks on your head
  • while you’re sleeping on the couch
  • you’d directly wake up to the smell and chase him
  • since he’s the only roommate that you have and no one else
  • when you finally got to hit him with a plastic sword 
  • the two of you talked about rules 
  • and the both of you didn’t wanted any rules since
  • you and changkyun would just do the things what you guys wanted and live a free life
  • when his friends come over or your friends they just stare at the both of you
  • like
  • “how the hell can you live like this guys”
  • kihyun would buy a big white board and write all the rules that everyone has to follow
  • and voila the end of the story of yours and changkyuns free life

feelings for each other?-

  • yes even though he’s rude towards you sometimes
  • he’s like that because he’s able to talk to you more?
  • and ye, he’s the person on your mind so that’s what he likes
  • sometimes it’s way too obvious
  • you catch him staring at you when you’re studying or
  • when you’re smiling
  • he smiles as well
  • “changkyun why are you smiling?”
  • “oh- uh, it’s just a thing that something funny popped In my thoughts”
  • “oh okay? what is it? is it something dirty??”
  • you would chase him around the house just to know why he was smiling
  • he’d eventually tell you that you look beautiful when smiling
  • you blushed and brushed it off like you didn’t heard anything
  • “so, what? do you like me back?”
  • you’d be shook since he’s not the type to say things like that
  • “wait, did you just confessed?”
  • “i did…i think?”
  • “okay, i like you too but this is awkward okay”
  • “what are we now, like love partners roommates??”

sharing ____-

  • beds 
  • you guys aren’t literally sharing beds it’s a bunk
  • he sleeps above, you sleep under
  • and it’s annoying sometimes since he moves a lot and
  • throws almost all of his clothing on you
  • “changkyun what is your shirt doing on my bed???”
  • “oh huh, what? oh wait i’m not wearing a shirt??”
  • “it’s on my hEAD”
  • “oh, oops sorry”
  • “you should be, this stinks”
  • sometimes when you wake up in the middle of the night
  • you can feel someone beside you
  • and dun dun dun
  • it’s changkyun who’s sleeping next to you
  • while having his arms wrapped around you tightly
  • “what is he doing here??”
  • you’d try waking up, but he’d be deep asleep
  • so it’s not really easy
  • you’d stay there, trying to sleep 
  • but ye, it doesn’t work as well
  • so you just stare at him, while you play with his hair
  • he’d wake up all of sudden
  • and blush at the situation
  • “oh, i wanted to sleep with someone today, you know”
  • “stop lying”
  • “no, for real, y/n.”
  • “i’ve known you for a couple of years now changkyun, you had a nightmare admit it”
  • “okay okay”
  • “see, i knew it!”


  • i can see him helping you 
  • actually 
  • “y/n, i can take out the trash if you want”
  • “oh, really? thank you”
  • “everything for you”
  • you’d smile there as you do the dishes even though there wasn’t many to wash
  • when you two hang up the laundry
  • you and changkyun would be laughing a lot
  • because you guys throw the clothes at each other
  • “changkyun stop!”
  • “you stop first!”
  • “okay, okay.”
  • you stopped but he didn’t 
  • in the end changkyun became tired 
  • but he still decided to mess with you
  • changkyun threw the blanket around you
  • and pulled it so you were closer to him
  • you’d hide your face since you looked like a tomato by
  • the sudden ‘k-drama’ moment
  • “hahaha, look at you, y/n.”
  • “it’s not my fault that my roommate is so ‘k-drama’ in his head”
  • “but you like it, don’t you”
  • “i do”
  • the rest of the day, you two would be all cleaning up
  • or else kihyun would take changkyun away and you don’t want that to happen

lazy days-

  • lazy days with changkyun 
  • always turn out to be one of the funest days
  • like the other time
  • when the two of you had nothing to do
  • he brought you to the movie theather and you guys ended up
  • watching some weird movie that was for children
  • “wait the turtle reminds me a bit of one of your friends, changkyun. what’s his name again? hyunwoo?”
  • “ahahaha, i can see it.”
  • after the movie ended you and changkyun walked around seoul
  • just to explore
  • but instead you two ended up eating lots of food
  • “this one! you have to taste this, chankyun. this is delicious.”
  • since you said it was delicious, he’d taste it
  • “yeah, it’s good.”
  • but actually he doesn’t really like it, he acts as if he does because he doesn’t want to hurt you
  • “y/n, let’s go taste some other desserts?”
  • “sure!”
  • he’d have his arm around you the whole time
  • just to make sure that you’re okay / safe
  • you and changkyun eventually bought clothes and ye basically shopped
  • in the end of the day both of you were exhausted and
  • slept next to each other on the couch

anonymous asked:

Ah, I don't want to be rude at all, but for the previous watercolor brush question could you screenshot the actual settings?


(nah youre fine, here’s the settings of the setup im using right now, but be warned cuz the blending can get really finicky at times


So I wrote this for @_fullybooked ‘s Valentine’s contest where we have to write a love letter to a fictional character. (They’re giving away a book set and steak. Yup you heard me. Steak. And dinner for two whoop! hahaha) 

I wasn’t able to post the whole version since Instagram has a word limit so I thought I’d share it here. lol don’t laugh, okay? I’m in love with this guy. <3 This is my letter to Will Herondale from @cassandraclare‘s Infernal Devices series. The photo edit was taken from @the-manila-institute

Dearest William,

It is a bit odd writing this letter to you. I’ve been wanting to for a long time but people would think me insane to be addressing someone who, quite frankly does not really exist in the real world. A fictional character—a mere creation of the human mind. But seeing that there is an opportunity where I will not be judged if I do, I have gladly taken it; overjoyed to finally be able to say to you what I’ve wanted to say the very moment I turned to the very last page.

William. Did you know you wore the name so well? In French it means: “determined protector”; the epitome of who you are as I’ve read from the Infernal Devices series. I was in high school when I met you, and had the honor of being by your side as I read through your adventures with Tessa, Jem, and the other Shadowhunters. Every fight, every war left me in awe as you fought them with such skill. (And you knew that very well too.)

My first impression of you: you’re going to be someone I won’t like but would end up liking in the end anyway. You were rude, arrogant, reckless, excessively cocky, and did I mention rude? Yes, I believe so. In retrospect, you were everything I didn’t like—except maybe the fact that you were an incredibly gorgeous human being with deep blue eyes, that even you yourself are in love with. I liked Jem more in all honesty and would probably get along with him better than I would with you.

But as I got deeper into the story, I learned there’s more to you, Will. Behind the sarcasm and rude disposition was a caring young man who would risk everything for the people he loves. I discovered your past and suddenly…everything changed. Or maybe I’ve known it all along but didn’t let myself see it.

I couldn’t pinpoint the exact time—or page—I fell in love with you. But know that I did. I really did and it was like a lullaby; a slow journey. I guess it started when you expressed your devotion for the written text. Your love for books was wonderful and I guess I saw myself in you and related a lot to your thoughts.

Your words spoke to me, touched my heart. And for the first time, I saw someone as my other half. Perhaps we were twins in another life for we think very much alike.

“It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.” - Will

Your words continue to haunt me to this day—your words of love, your witty remarks, and even the snarky and sarcastic ones that make me want to hurl a chair at you. Being a writer, I breathe and live words and you are the first person (I don’t care if you’re not real) who understood what it’s like to be that way. Maybe you are just a fictional character, but I believe Cassandra Clare has shaped you in the image of real people, so you must exist somewhere. I hope I find someone who would want to listen to me talk about books and my stories “until their ears fell off”. I hope I find someone half as passionate as you are; who is incredibly strong but felt too deeply it leaves me breathless…

Someone who can easily express himself in words so beautifully; and would say these words to me the way you did to Tessa: 

“Life is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read. I would read them together with you, as many as I can, before I die—“

You’re simply wonderful Will, and it breaks my heart a little knowing I can only be with you through the pages of a book. But just so you know, I would gladly read it over and over again just to have the privilege of being able to witness the beauty of your mind and heart—your very soul.

I love you, most ardently. And dare I say if I were a book, you’d be the words; every page strewn with thoughts of you.

Loving you always (from outside the pages),

Kaye Allen

White and Red

Originally posted by blood-and-passion

Pairing: IvarxReader
Rating: Explicit
Words: 3726
Warning: Smut

RequestThank you! I was thinking about Ivar being completely in love with YN who’s his total opposite, but they complete each other, always relying in one another. Just a romantic Ivar. What do you think?

Notes: Hey anon! Here’s your request. I really hope that you will like it and that it’s the Ivar you imagined. I’ve got a bit carried away with it and it came out way much longer than what I had planned but who’s complaining? I added a sex scene at the end, I hope it doesn’t bother you! Again, sorry if there’s any mistakes. Enjoy heathens!

You’ve always been the kind of girl who wears her heart on her sleeves. Always caring for everyone, and always here to help. You were well known for your kindness and your beauty and people loved you. You were the daughter of the blacksmith in Kattegat and your duty was to sell his products on the market. Your father’s work was really appreciated and the majority of the warriors came to you in order to buy their new weapons. That’s where you met the princes of Kattegat. You remembered the first time they showed up at your stall. Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd were flirting with you and you blushed at every word they said. You were shy and not used to that. But the one who caught your attention was Ivar. 

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Once again, I've done a thingy

So.. This happened. I don’t know what inspired me to write this (actually I do- it was a promt I saw about person A visiting Person B’s grave and person B dropping snow on A when they start to cry, but I don’t know who came up with it SO IM SOOOOOOOO SORRY DONT HATE ME!!!)
Also, if there are any mistakes I apologize as I’m NOT the best writer… I’d barley pass the bar for decent. But none the less I wrote this for @altisetsky because I’m obsessed with her blog and have no self control. Keep up the good work!!! Hope you enjoy❤️

Yuri Plisetsky is not an emotional person. Angry and harsh, yes, but not emotional.
Breakups- you lost him.
Rude comments- you shouldn’t have been looking then.
Second place- he’d better work his ass off at practice!!
But it wasn’t until he hit the brick memorial to avoid hitting a dog in his brand new $895,000 car was when his world shattered, and Yuri Plisetsky genuinely sobbed.
Not because it was his new, expensive car that he spent years to save up for so when he finally got his license he could flaunt it, it was because his best friend- his boyfriend- was in the passenger seat minutes before and was now through the thick, glass windshield, seatbelt doing nothing to protect him. Blood was pouring from his mouth and head, and Yuri was unable to move his right arm and right leg, hip to toe. Ignoring the agonizing pain he was in, he still reached to call the police and cling to his now unconscious partner.

Otabek was dead within 8 seconds of the crash.

Of course Yuri blamed himself, despite his friends and Otabek’s family assuring him the avoiding the dog was the right thing, and Otabek would’ve done the same. But he didn’t care. He felt like shit. The two were in an argument and the last thing he said to Otabek was “I don’t care anymore! Just do what you want!” Then silence. Then the crash. He knew it was his fault. He stopped going to school. He stopped driving with people in the car. He stopped caring in general. He’d sit in his bed, watching static. But now after 4 months, he knew he had to begin healing. It wasn’t going to be easy. But it had to be done.
“Hey Beka. I brought you some r-roses.” Tears began to well up in his eyes as he stared at the tomb. It was a beautiful sight, Yuri and the Altin’s wanted only the best for the best. Thankfully they allowed him to be buried in St. Petersburg so Yuri would be close. It was a beautifully made stone, white marble with black veins. A rose with his name and dates was carved and his teddy bear, ice skates and his picture were leaned up against it in a glass box. It was the only grave on a hill, under a tree so his visitors would have privacy. It was a beautiful sight for a beautiful life.
Yuri leaned down on his knees, laid out the roses in his glass box and kissed the grave, despite the frost and freezing temperatures.
Otabek always love the winter.
“So, I don’t know if you saw but Mila drove herself and I around visiting your favorite places. She misses you too. Viktor and Katsudon miss you a lot too, believe it or not. We all do. And,”
He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t spend the night like I usually do, but with the snow storm your mother called and begged me to stay in and come today, so I’m here now. I know how much you liked me being with you at night. And I know to get me back you would tickle me until I could sit up and kiss you, but as punishment I’d make you carry me around. Just like last winter. Oh, and I know how much you wanted to see that new superhero movie, so I bought you a ticket. And you can hold on to it.” He took the ticket out of his pocket and put it in the box. “I hope you don’t mind, but it’s in the back. I know you hated sitting there, but I’d rather you have it than to not, because you were so e-xc-cited. Y-ou c-couldn’t w-ait.” Tears fell from his eyes, freezing in the snow. His cries turned into painful sobs. “And I’m sorry for c-crying, it’s j-ust isn’t t-the s-ame and its all my f-fault, I sh-ouldnt have y-elled, and it’s b-ecause of m-me you’re g-gone and I-”
Yuri was cut off by a pile of snow falling on his head.
Otabek never liked it when he cried.
He laughed around his loud sobs. “You got me again…”

Outta Your Mind

Request: Hi! Can you do a joshxreader where there’s a big party and Tyler and jenna had at a bar and the reader gets really drunk and tries to drive home so josh takes care of her the rest of the night? Loves

Warnings: None, I think…

REQUESTS HERE!! / Masterlist

You knew that you shouldn’t have attended to that party. But Jenna basically obligated you to go. You didn’t want to disappoint her, so you made yourself the promise of not drinking alcohol during the night. Unfortunately, the promise lasted less than an hour. You saw Josh dancing with a girl. They seemed to be having a good time together and she was half naked, so Josh should felt like in heaven. A guy who worked in the bar offered you a free cocktail and the answer was, obviously, yes.

Two hours later, you were dancing like a little kid with a guy called Michael. He didn’t even knew your name, but it was okay for him. Your head started to spin and you felt more and more dizzy, but didn’t stop dancing. At least until Tyler appeared next to you and grabbed you by the arm. The guy you were dancing with looked madly at your friend.

“What are you doing?” the guy shouted trying to take Tyler away from you.

“What are YOU doing? She’s my sister, stupid!” Tyler lied and rolled his eyes. “Come on, (Y/N).”

Carefuly, Ty got you out of the ‘dance floor’. Once you two were away from the people dancing like totally dorks, he looked directly at your eyes. “Look at me and tell me that you’re not drunk.”

A smile appeared in your lips andthen you hiccuped. “I’m not drunk.”

“Oh, my God, you’re totally drunk. Let’s find Jenna.”

You nodded with your head. Jenna. You wanted to talk with her and tell her that Tyler was an asshat for getting you out of the dance floor. Well, and you wanted to talk bad about Josh too. 

In less than a minute, Tyler found Jenna getting out of the ladies’ toilet. She smiled when she saw you two. “Hey, you’ve been lost tonight, (Y/N). Are you having fun?”

Before you could say anything, Tyler started to talk. “She’s drunk as a beast. We need to do something.”

“You’re being exaggerated! I’m fine, okay?” you said while trying to free you from Tyler’s grip. You almost fall in the floor when you stumbled with your own feet.

Jenna grabbed you by the waist and drove you into the bathroom. She turned on the water and started to pour some cold water on your face and neck. “What has happened?” she asked looking at you through the mirror. “I’ve never seen you that bad. And I know you too well to know that something has happened.”


“Oh.” she whispered. Jenna knew about your crush on Josh, you always told eachother about everything. “You’ve seen him with other girl, haven’t you?”

“Why is he that stupid? How can he not notice that I’m in love with him since I saw him for the first time?” 

“You don’t have to worry about that, honey. He is –”


Oh, no, that voice. You turned around to see Josh running to you. What the hell was he doing in the ladies’ bathroom?

“I can’t believe that you’ve been that stupid. Why would you drink that much?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.” he looked confused at you. “Leave, Josh.”

“No. I’m not going. I’m gonna drive you home.”

Josh was really worried, he tried to caress your face but you just pulled back sharply. The last thing that you wanted at that moment was being alone with him. You didn’t even want to see his beautiful face.

“I’m going home. Alone.” you concluded. “I don’t need you, Josh. And thank you, Jenna. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Without letting anybody to talk, you went out of the bathroom. You made sure to bump into Josh’s shoulder, so he could know that you were mad at him. You didn’t say goodbye to Tyler, just disappeared from his view.

Once you were out of the bar, you started to think that you went to the place by walk. You’d have to go home walking.

“(Y/N) wait!”

Again, Josh’s voice sounded behind your back, but that time you didn’t turn around. You ignored him.

“Let me drive you home, please!” he ran up to you. “You don’t even have a car.”

“Forget me, Josh Dun. I’m too drunk to discuss now with you.”

Suddenly, he grabbed your hand. “Let me drive you home. I’m not taking no for an answer. Cause I care about you and I don’t want you to be alone in the middle of the night.”

Somehow, you ended saying yes to him. Maybe you were too drunk to keep being rude with him or maybe he was just too cute. But both of you ended on his car. 

A couple minutes before being with Josh, you forgot about everything and started to laugh like a dork. He looked at you for a second and smiled. “What’s that funny?”

“Your nose looks so big from this angle, William. Look at it, it’s so cute.” you kept laughing. “Have I just called you William?”

“Yup. You’ve done it.”

“Sorry.” after a minutes in silence you had a great idea. “You know what? I’ll call Beebo.”

Josh didn’t have time to say anything cause you were calling Brendon in less than a second. He picked up the phone quickly and you activated the speaker. “Hey, kiddo! What are you doing awake?”

“I’m with Josh. Say hello to Brendon, Joshua!” Josh didn’t say anything. “He’s driving. Forget about him.”

“(Y/N) are you drunk?” Brendon asked while laughing. “Wow, it’s the first time that I see you like that.”

“But you’re not seeing me.”

“I know. That was a figure of speech.”

The conversation between you and Brendon didn’t went too far. Josh obligated you to get off the phone when you both arrived at your place. He helped you to get out of the car and opened the front door with the key that you gave him. You felt good for being at home, but at the same time you were nervous because of the bright haired guy. “Are you tired?” he asked you while looking at your eyes.

You shrugged. “I don’t want to sleep but I’m feeling tired.”

“Why don’t you go to you bedroom and put something more comfortable on? I’ll search for some pills, so you can sleep well.”


As you could, you went to your bedroom. You’d started to feel worse, your head hurt. You couldn’t be able to put your clothes off. So you gave up and sat on the floor. When Josh saw you he literally runned into you. “Are you okay? You have any pain?”

“I can’t even take off my shirt. I’m feeling useless.”

“You’re not useless.” he kissed you in the cheek. “I can help you if you want.”

“You want to take my clothes off?”

“If you let me to.”

His smile made you smile too. You got up and he started to take you shirt off carefully. “I’m not going to get broken, Josh.”

“I’m trying to be kind, (Y/N). In my mind this never ends up in a cute way.”

“Have you already thought about this moment?”

“Don’t make questions if you know the answer.”

“And why are you telling this to me?”

“You’re outta your mind. I know that you won’t remember this tomorrow.”

You smiled and pushed him, so he ended up in your bed. You lied down next to him and looked at his beautiful eyes. “I like you, Josh.”

“I know. I’ve noticed that. And I like you too, (Y/N). But why are you telling me this? I’ll be able to remeber this.”

“Maybe I want you to remember it.”

“the ace community is a cesspool of homophobia” cesspool now includes a few bad people within a large community of mostly otherwise lgbt+ people who aren’t homophobic