you don't have to tell me how bad this is

i wish i could do things right and i wish i had motivation to get up

  • Me: So how long until the halftime show?
  • Sport persons: Well, the second quarter has to--
  • Me: Like when is Lady GaGa coming on?
  • Sport persons: I'm trying to tell you that after the---
  • Me: Please don't explain the game I just want to hear Bad Romance.
  • Sport persons: The second half of the game isn't ov--
  • Me: Or Perfect Illusion. I don't care, I'm not picky, where is she.
  • Sport persons: They have to end the second--
  • Me: It's been five minutes on their clock for like 10 minutes now dude. All the commercials are online and the Puppy Bowl is over. I have nothing to watch. GaGa. Where is Stefani.
  • Sport persons: If you would let me expla--
  • Me: GAGA.
  • Sport persons: ...
  • Me: ...
  • Sport persons: She's up next.
  • Me: okay :)
  • Me: but when tho.

anonymous asked:

maybe a fic where MC expects yoosung to be like really subby after a long day at the vets bc that's how he usually is but he is actually being really dominant (nsfw? if you want)

I’m not too familiar with what being a sub or dom means, but I tried >o<

–R.I.

Note: This concludes the end of the Yoosung Birthday Event!!


Warning: NSFW

The door swung shut as Yoosung entered the apartment quietly, turning on all the lights.

A nonchalant expression was on his face as he gazed around the room. All was quiet. His eyes flashed in understanding, a small sigh escaping his lips as he took calm, long strides to the bedroom. He gently pushed open the bedroom door, only to find that you weren’t inside.

Before Yoosung could turn around, a blindfold was wrapped around his eyes.

Your sweet, seductive voice made its way to his ears as a whisper, “How’s my pet today, hmm?”

He remained quiet, not even turning to face you. You tilted your head in confusion—he was usually very responsive to your dominant act, but his reaction was pretty odd today.

Suddenly, he ripped off the blindfold and spun around, grabbing you by the arms and pulling you against him all at once.

“Wha-” you were cut off by an abrupt kiss. He harshly pressed his lips against yours, slipping his tongue inside your mouth and easily winning a fight for dominance. He sucked on your bottom lip, eliciting a moan from you. He kept a firm grip on your waist with one hand, while the other groped at your thighs.

In the back of your mind, you wondered what had spurred him to suddenly take the dominant role—usually, he had no problem with being submissive to you. In fact, he very clearly enjoyed it. So why was he-

“Strip.”

His amethyst eyes stared intensely into yours, as if challenging you to disobey him. Your eyes widened at his command, but you found yourself growing wetter and wetter, as your trembling hands moved to slide off your clothes.

Yoosung acting dominant was… new. It was a strange feeling, with the roles reversed. And holy crap, he was fucking hot.

“Wait for me on the bed,” he said coolly, using one finger to tilt your chin upwards. He flashed a wry smile at you before leaving the bedroom.

For a moment, you just stood in shock. You never realized that Yoosung had it in him! You could feel your cheeks flame in embarrassment at the thought of all those nights where you’d struggled to command him. It had taken you a while to finally get comfortable ordering him around, after you’d realized that you really weren’t hurting his feelings. But he was doing this so naturally?!

You scrambled onto the bed before he returned, the cool sensation of the blanket against your naked body sending tingles to your pussy. You could hear shuffling in the other room, and you squirmed in anticipation. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what Yoosung would do to you.

The sound of his footsteps drew near and you naturally straightened up, feeling the urge to sit in an obedient manner. His lips curled into a smirk as he looked over you.

“What a good girl,” he cooed.

Your cheeks flamed at the sound of that. There was something exciting about Yoosung calling you like this. Like you were his toy. Like he could do anything he wanted to you.

He grasped your hand, holding it to his lips as he planted a small kiss on the back, violet eyes burning passionately into yours. His voice was low when he spoke. “Do you know how much I’ve missed you today, MC?”

You didn’t know how to respond. Should you say no…?

“Of course you don’t,” he answered for you, letting out a disappointed sigh. “You know, MC… all day at work, my mind was filled with thoughts of you. Thoughts like…”

He planted another kiss on your lips. “…claiming your lips for my own…”

A light nip at your neck. “Straddling you…”

“… and pinning you down so I may watch the different expressions on your face as I make you moan in pleasure…” A bite on your shoulder.

“…and making you all mine.” His fingers trailed up your thighs, making you shudder from the sensitive feeling he elicited.

You tried to be subtle as you moved your hips closer to him, but he caught your legs in a tight grip.

“Oh my. Are you trying to be a bad girl, MC~?” he coldly questioned you.

“N-no,” you stammered, your face still heated up. “I’m not…”

“Well… If you’re that desperate, why don’t you spread your legs for me? Show me all of you… I want to see all of my good girl. Show me every bit of the body that belongs to me.”

You shakily spread your legs for him, whimpering as you found yourself unable to look away from his lustful eyes that wandered all over you.

“God, MC, I love you,” he murmured under his breath, just barely loud enough for you to hear. Awh fuck. That melted your heart.

Almost as if he hadn’t just said that sweet line, he pushed you onto the bed, lifting your hips to grind against his hard erection.

“Can you feel that, MC? Can you feel how much I want you?”

“Y-yesss,” you gasped out, closing your eyes to savour the feeling of his cock pressing just perfectly against your pussy. “Mmn… Yoosung, please…”

“What’s that, MC? Please what?”

You desperately thrust yourself against him in frustration, refusing to answer him.

“You’re just waiting to be fucked, hm?” he chuckled.

He slides a thumb onto your clit, pressing the nub with a gentle pressure. Another finger slipped into your dripping wetness, swirling around inside. You watched as he licked off your juices from his fingers, smiling devilishly at you.

“Aww, look at you~ So wet and ready for my cock to enter you…” he mocked you, rubbing the tip of his length against you.

“Stop teasing me!” you groaned, reaching your hand down to grab hold of his cock and trying to move yourself onto him.

“Bad girl,” he scowled. “I’m in control here. You will be touched when I decide you should be touched.”

Without a warning, he suddenly entered you, slamming all the way inside your pussy.

“Aaahnn!” you moaned, not expecting the sudden movement.

He immediately quickened his pace, pounding into you almost frantically.

Every thrust seemed to scream, IneedyouIneedyouIneedyou

Because god he was being absolutely merciless, taking you at his own pace.

“G-good girl,” he panted, covering your lips with his own, his hands tangling into your hair.

You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, a tell-tale sign that he was going to cum. You wrapped your legs around him, feeling your own pussy clench as a sudden hard thrust sent you over the edge.

But he didn’t stop, or ease his pace. No, he only sped up, ignoring your moans from how sensitive you were after your climax.

And then suddenly, you felt something hot spill inside you, and he finally stopped, pulling out as his cum leaked from your pussy and dripping over your ass crack… and onto the bedsheets.

You let out a huge sigh of relief. Damn. Dominant Yoosung was intense.

He propped himself up on an elbow, one hand running over your breasts and lightly swirling around the nipples.

“I hope my princess is ready for Round Two.”

I don’t know how to say this

But I need help. And just getting to the point that I can admit that out loud has been a long, painful journey.

Here’s the situation: my husband has never been a flexible person, hating to have his routines tampered with and throwing fits when they are. He reduced our oldest daughter to a sobbing wreck on Monday with his fury over her accidentally washing a shirt of his in with the load of our stuff. Up until then, most of his rage was directed at me and I could handle it. But I realized, suddenly, what I was allowing to happen, and that my children were suffering.

I told him I wanted him to move out. He refused and locked himself in his bedroom for two days.  He has not spoken to me since Monday. I have no idea what he’s planning or doing, because every attempt I’ve made at contact has been rebuffed with icy silence.

I am disabled, with degenerative disk disease, narrowing of the spinal canal, and scoliosis, as well as severe arthritis and a severed ligament in my left knee. I physically cannot keep a job, since I can’t stay on my feet for more than a few minutes at a time.

My books are beginning to sell, which is wonderful, but they’re nowhere near enough to support myself and four children yet.  I have filed for disability, which I should have done years ago, I know, but I didn’t need it, right?  My husband supported us all, no reason to mess with the system he had in place.

I was raised to never ask for handouts. And I’m crying as I type this because I hate that I have to now. But I’m desperate. Emotionally, our marriage has been over for years, but things are just getting worse. I can’t live with this man and since he won’t leave, then clearly I have to.

I’m asking for help. I hope I never have to again, I wish it wasn’t necessary at all, but I have to break this cycle of abuse, and I can’t do it alone. The shelter in the county is full and we’re low priority anyway because the abuse isn’t physical, which means that the housing authority is our only real hope at the moment, since their rent is based on income and should be something affordable.  Assuming they have an opening.

If you’re still reading, my Paypal is halcymouse@gmail.com.  Any amount will be a help, but if you can donate even just $5, I’ll send you a digital copy of Coffee Cake or Beignets in tears and gratitude. If you can’t donate a penny but will reblog this so others can see it, you also have my gratitude and I will mentally hug you.

Thank you for listening and I’m going to go cry some more now.

anonymous asked:

Are you a mom? If you are, can you tell me your thoughts on regal believer? Do you like it? How do you see their evolution from almost broken for good to bonded for life?

*glances at the six children I have spawned with my soulmate, one of which is now a legal adult* Mmm. Yeah. I guess you could say that I’m a mom. ;P

Seriously, though. I am a fan of Regal Believer. And here’s why: because all relationships evolve over time–for good or bad–even the parent/child dynamic. Also, people are so much more complex than we allow them to be, even fictional characters. (Quick disclaimer: I am not one of the major OUAT meta folks, so you’re just getting what I remember from watching the series as it aired.) And from my personal experience, the parent/child dynamic is one of the most complex there is. Especially when there is a history of dysfunction in more than one generation of the family.

Regina comes from that kind of dysfunction. Cora was abusive and controlling. The woman killed Regina’s True Love right in front of her in order to get Regina to comply with her wishes–which was being sold into marriage at a tender age. Regina’s father was a coward, pure and simple. I think he was, at his core, a decent guy, but he had no backbone. He couldn’t stand up to Cora. He couldn’t stand up to Regina during her heyday as the Evil Queen. And the only other parental figure in Regina’s life? Rumplestiltskin. The Dark One who, like Cora, manipulated Regina to his own ends.

These are the examples of parenting that Regina has had. She adopted Henry, what?, 18 years into the Curse. She’d already mellowed a bit (because the Curse did exactly what she wanted it to do–steal everyone’s happy endings). We don’t have a lot of data as to what was going on in the Mills home before Henry ran off to find his bio-mom, but I’m guessing that Regina was probably not Cora-level abusive. She was probably controlling and a bit cold. Enough to make Henry believe she was actually the Evil Queen. I’m guessing that Regina probably thought she was doing much better than her mom did. Which is literally what every half-way okay parent who had dysfunctional parents goes through. (Myself included.) Things were probably not great. But they probably weren’t bad. There was probably some pre-adolescent angst on Henry’s part, too. (Because all children think that their parents are the worst at some point, no matter how good those parents are. No lie.)

Things went from maybe-not-great to very-bad after Emma’s arrival. That’s when Regina’s authority was threatened, and ultimately her Curse was threatened. Regina resorted to what she had learned best from the two strong role-models in her life: Cora and Rumple. And also years of darkness as the EQ. Regina does Very Bad Things. And that’s when her relationship with Henry is shattered. She begins to realize what she is becoming during the second season. That scene when David comes to pick up Henry from her place? That’s huge. Because she realizes that she has, in effect, become her mother. And she remembers what it was like to be parented that way. She doesn’t want that for Henry because she does love him. That’s when the healing begins in her relationship with her son.

Season three, we get the Neverland Arc where Henry’s two mommies finally and truly come together for his good. Then Regina’s great sacrifice at the town line in letting him go–and not only that, but giving Emma and Henry the memories of Emma raising him from birth. That’s such an underrated moment for Regina’s character development. That she loves her son more than her own happiness. Something that NO ADULT IN HER CHILDHOOD EVER DID FOR HER. This is a Very Big Deal.

And Henry’s faith in her is completely restored. (I say “restored,” because when he was a young boy, he probably thought she hung the moon simply because she was his mommy.) He believes that she is no longer the villain in a fairy-tale-turned-reality. He believes in her as a hero. My memory is a tad fuzzy on the finer points, but I feel that the fourth and fifth and thus-far sixth seasons (barring stupid plot devices conjured up by the writers of this show for the sake of “shock and awe”), Regina and Henry have a very, very solid relationship.

She will do anything for him. ANYTHING. She changed for him–started changing faster when he believed in her. She became a better person–the person that she was before Daniel died. Young Regina was full of hope and love and faith and light. Had she been able to run away, I think she would have been one of those incredible stories of overcoming an abusive childhood to lead a good, happy life (even though the baggage would always be there). Heck, I’d say that if Regina never, ever found out that Snow spilled the beans to Cora about Daniel, she might not have become the Evil Queen. Unhappily married, yes. But she would have embraced being Snow’s stepmom. She clearly had an affection for kid-Snow–despite losing Daniel. Right up until the moment that Snow mentioned her little chat with Cora. That was the moment, in my mind, that Regina snapped.

But I’m getting off topic. Henry, these past few seasons, has continued to have faith in Regina. (Again, I’m fuzzy on the finer points, so I’m sure that someone more knowledgeable can direct me to any moments during season 4, 5 & 6 where he didn’t have faith in Regina.) This is very normal for children, too–this loving a parent despite said parent’s mistakes, even ones that are doozies, especially when that parent is doing his or her level best to change for the better. Henry is young enough that while things were very broken between him and Regina for a while, it wasn’t too late for it to be repaired. Henry clearly loves Regina.

I’m not woobifying Regina’s behavior from her dark days. She was truly the Evil Queen. She has to keep that old darkness at bay (now literally thanks to splitting herself in two). She did Terrible Awful Things. Unforgivable things. Things she will never be able to take back. Henry loving and forgiving her doesn’t suddenly erase the past. Her loving Henry doesn’t, either. But it changes the future. And that’s everything.

This was just a bunch of disjointed thoughts. But I believe that the evolution of Regina’s relationship with Henry has been authentic. As a person who comes from a less-than-stellar childhood, who has parents who had even worse childhoods, I understand what it is to love and forgive someone who is very flawed. I understand that the parent/child bond is far more complicated than we recognize. And I think some of those themes have played out beautifully with Henry and Regina.

anonymous asked:

Could you please write something about the progress of andrew and neil's relationship after the king's men? like in the small things, touching, time spent together etc.

people have been telling me things when i wrote out ‘guidelines for loving andrew minyard’ (tumblr, ao3), so this is sort of something like that. poetic prose, all that jazz. i’m pathetic, let me be!!!! p.s. there’s a tfc reference down there so this is not just post-tkm, but rather, the relationship’s progression in general— yeah, i need to stop explaining myself

(neil’s pov, second person, + title’s taken from this song by passenger!)

things that stop you dreaming (ao3)

Keep reading

1 -Oh, welcome!

2-Thank you for saving the planet.
-Before we can connect, I need to tell you some things…

3-I am the one who monitors the ecosystem of this planet and…

4-That’s not how the connection works!

(sorry for the bad english guys!
it’s hard for me play pokemon super mystery dungeon… oww… More in Zygarde’s place, maybe…)

Zekrom can’t wait anymore. )       

weird how other people perceive you versus how you see yourself, like today this girl that frequently sits in the same row as me in our lecture (we both gravitate towards the middle-back) taps my shoulder after class and tells me i have a great sense of style and that it’s nice how i always smile at her and say hello (really cause i always come into class late and have to climb over her because she sits next to the aisle and i feel bad about almost knocking her coffee over every single morning), meanwhile i see myself as disaster enfleshed and have it in my head that i inherently come across as icy and unfriendly, but someone who has an outside perspective apart from any of my personal biases against myself thinks i’m nice based on things i don’t even think about. it’s fucking weird! who the fuck am i

5

2015 vs. 2017
It’s very weird to see this, since I usually don’t really like how my art looks… This made me feel a bit better about my process though!

(I also included the sketches/progress since I kinda like how they turned out :3)

you don’t even care how your words are equivalent to a slap in the face. or how your constant telling me I’m not good enough, hurts me. you don’t even notice my almost tear-filled eyes. you don’t notice how I’m actually feeling and you have no clue how bad that hurts.
—  it hurts worse than a slap in the face

It honestly feels like years since I’ve gotten a real haircut, you know the whole “update my look” kind. But I’m proudly debuting a new look. No matter what else happens to me today, I have managed to fall in love and dance around happily with a new cut and color. Tell me your good news friends! Or your bad news and we can conquer the world together. 

I have perfected the art of becoming overly critical of myself. I think I’m hideous and hate what I see in the mirror. I don’t believe people who tell me I’m pretty or that my weight is fine. They need their eyes checked, right? Yet when a friend does this, I tell them how beautiful and amazing they are to me. Because they are.

To the future you, if you should ever see this again: be less harsh and critical of yourself and believe others when they tell you how great you are.

anonymous asked:

Surprise beautiful person! Once you get this, you must put it into at least 8 people’s asks (anonymously) who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing bad will happen, but it’s nice to know that someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. Help spread anon love, not hate! Love you. <3 I thought I'd send this aswell, since your soooooo amazing.

What have I done to deserve all this T_T THANK YOU SO MUCH ❤ 

10

Whatever this is, Kate, I have to try and stop it. Otherwise I’ll never see my family again.
Will you help me? 

You know, the thing that hurts me the most, more than the shit She Li tells him or the fact that the fucker thought he’s the best option around (because his situation is bad already, right? needs some saving) is how.. easily Guan Shan gives in. Like it doesn’t matter anyway if he goes to school or not. If he gets in trouble or not. If he’s going to be used, because he’s used to being treated that way. “don’t put on a victimized face” “that is your fate” — he’s told he’s not allowed to fight it (what a disgusting way to fucking manipulate someone). Even if there’s trouble, maybe he doesn’t tell his mother about it. Thinks it’s better to handle it by himself. And I feel like he’s carrying some sort of burden that he shouldn’t carry for his age, but what can he do? He doesn’t, really, seem to find other options. Like, maybe he’s clinging to this hope that things might get better if I do this, and it doesn’t matter if I feel like shit if things end up good. He’s really so desperate, he might do anything to make it work. And it pains and worries me and I really, really hope He Tian reaches out before it’s too late. Makes him believe he’s worth more that, that there might be other options, too, if he allows it. He’s maybe the only one who can make this stop. Because, at this point, I think there’s already some sort of subtle parallel between He Tian and She Li (and I will probably get on that later). At least, that what I’m seeing (?) or maybe that’s what I want to see.

I don’t want Guan Shan to follow this shady, dangerous path, I don’t want him to believe that’s all he’s worth. I’m aware his situation might be more difficult than we can predict, but still, still, he deserves to be safe and happy.

reminder that it’s okay to not want to hang out with someone. and that you get to say no without having to come up with some sort of excuse. 

on running

so a friend of mine offhandedly called me “a runner,” the other day, and my natural instinct was to react like she had pointed out a cockroach on my shoulder and scream, “GET IT OFF ME GET IT OFF ME GET IT OFF.”

but, like. i run 5-6 miles most days. i look forward to doing it. when i can’t do it, i’m bummed. like….@ me, i have bad news. you were not careful when you fought the monster, and you became it.

how did this happen??? i’m a good person. i’m a good person whose CORE PERSONALITY TRAIT is and has always been “human most likely to be a sloth in disguise.” a look at the mollyhallus ofgeographica

  • dislikes being too far from a sleeping space for any prolonged amount of time
  • subscribed firmly to philosophy of “once i’m home you’re not getting me out again”
  • uncoordinated
  • dislikes participating in group sport
  • dislikes participating in individual sport
  • dislikes being out of breath
  • has been known to take the elevator from the first floor to the second if no one is around
  • as a child, once professed jealousy that an elderly woman she knew had “one of those cool chair elevator things,” before someone gently explained to her what a stairlift was and why she couldn’t have one

you can see why i was slightly disgruntled to find that i… am a runner. i … like running. i enjoy it??? like it’s not the same sense of self-satisfied accomplishment i get when i marathon a whole season of a tv-show in two days or eat an entire order of panang curry in under an hour but it is a similar sense of self-satisfied accomplishment.

i guess the thing is that growing up, “being a runner” was tied to like–being athletic? being good at sports? being super thin? being a lot of things that, fundamentally, i am never going to be. which is fine! but i often felt like many runners were like overly enthusiastic salespeople that were following me around a store being like, “you should buy that! i have that and i love it, you should buy it,” and i’d be like, “but… I can’t afford that?” and they’d give me that look–you know that look, right? that look of like, “awww, you’re so cute, it’s really adorably cute how sad and lame and cute you are.” 

  • like you know that look, though.
  • it’s the look ina garten gives the camera when she says, “but if you didn’t have time to harvest these strawberries yourself while blowing all your own glassware and sewing a quilt for your aging mother, store bought is fine.”

i don’t know, running just felt like… really inaccessible to me? like one of those things you had to already be in great shape to do? it was like the unpaid internship of exercise.

  • “you need 20 years of running experience to be able do this terrible, horrible thing that leaves you wheezing and miserable and also earns you no money but DOES give you shin splints.”

but. i don’t know? one day on a whim i just decided to run a mile on the treadmill, which was terrible, running on the treadmill is the worst thing i have ever done in my whole life and that includes the time my stepdad made me move an entire tree’s worth of firewood from one side of the road to the other side of the road. 

but the next day was really beautiful so i went outside, blinking like a cave troll seeing sunlight for the first time, and ran a mile. (well, i say “ran,” but what i mean is, “trundled faster than usual.”) and then a couple of weeks later i ran two miles. and then a couple of weeks later i ran three, and then four.

  • and then i developed severe joint pain and realized i needed new running shoes, but that’s neither here nor there.

anyway, i don’t really know what the point of this post is except to say that like–listen, run or don’t run. or maybe running isn’t your thing or can’t be your thing, for whatever reason. that’s fine, i just … i don’t want you to think that you can’t do it just because someone made you feel like you were store-bought and they were hand-raised by olympians.

honestly. store-bought is fine.

One of the worst things about the ace discourse is how it traps LGBT people between a modern-day Scylla and Charybdis.

If we allow ace/aro people who are cis and hetero attracted into our community, we allow literal oppressors into the few spaces we have to be safe and free from them, spaces our predecessors (especially trans women of color) gave their time, money, energy, blood, sweat, tears, and lives to carve out from the unforgiving nature of cis het society. We risk undermining everything we have and everything we could have for the sake of appeasing our oppressors and allowing ourselves to be silenced. If we’re being honest, I’m going off to college in a few months for the first time, and while I’m excited to hopefully meet other LGBT people (and possibly get a boyfriend should fate permit), I’m also scared that any spaces on campus will be the LGBTQQIAPPDASDFGHJKL alphabet soup MOGAI identity uselessness of telling everyone that their identity, no matter how ridiculously specific or relevant to social norms regarding gender and sexuality, is valid uwu. New sexualities will be invented and pseudo academic labels attached, creating the appearance of an oppressed identity rather than another out for the straights to deny their privilege and obstruct meaningful social change.

If we don’t allow Cishet ace/aro people into our community and spaces, we are accused of gatekeeping (a term which, given its original usage by trans women, and more specifically trans women of color, to describe the medical establishment’s denial of resources, is particularly repulsive here), we are accused of oppression, of perpetuating a form of structural oppression against people who actually do oppress us. We are slandered with terms such as “allosexual” and “deviant” which reinforce the social belief that there is something wrong with us. We are subjected to jokes about our dead, calls for us to “remember the larger community” and statements in earnest labeling all of us “queer”. We are divided, and one half of us is used as rhetorical devices to attack the other half. All the while, actual LGBT people who have been brainwashed into believing that you can not face homophobia, biphobia, or transphobia and still be LGBT accuse us of being divisive and exclusionary.

This is of course never minding the fact that the ace community insists on using incoherent and homophobic terminology, can’t decide if it wants to hate us or join us (spoiler: the correct action is neither), actively calls for cis gay men to be excluded from LGBT spaces (in the wake of the deadliest mass shooting in American history, the primary target of which was gay men), and can’t stand to think that maybe, just maybe, there is no social basis to acephobia and that any oppression aces face is due to misogyny, racism, homophobia, transphobia, or ableism. I haven’t even touched on the ace community’s blatant and unrepentant appropriation of terms created by the neurodivergent community and then attempts at making those terms into “queer identities” (the most disgusting two-word phrase I’ve ever seen).

The worst part of it all is that we don’t even have a choice. Our safe spaces have been breached and entered, and there is no way to get straight people out without losing sympathy and being branded exclusionary and oppressive.

Having an ace community in the same way the LGBT community exists (safe physical spaces and resources for ace people to use to meet and interact with other ace people) would be fantastic. That being said, it should be separate from the LGBT community, since the two have different needs. Our two groups could even work together, taking down the social prejudices and discrimination surrounding sex, sexuality, and gender. But until the ace community gets itself in order and stops with the homophobia, transphobia, biphobia, and flat out ignorance of systemic oppression, I don’t want Cishet aces near me at all.

//sorry for the rant I just wanted to get this out of my system