I Feel Like Such An Asexual Stereotype

btw the thing she couldn’t ignore was someone calling her out for saying anti-depressants/hormone therapy are only perscribed by lazy doctors

I don't want my cellphone to have AI I want it to have 3 days of battery time. I don't want my computer to have AI preinstalled I want it to have seven usb ports and high ram at affordable price. I don't want my games to have AI built levels I want them to be so optimized I could run them on a nokia.

I apologize for calling Macklemore cringe

TUA 4…. Mhm, yes, okay.

what was that?

what did I just watch?

(!the umbrella academy season 4 spoilers!)

why is the 70yr old in a 19yr old ish man’s body kissing his brothers wife who is 20 yrs his senior while simultaneously 20 yrs younger than him?

Why’d they nuke Diego and Lila’s relationship like that?

why is Reginald and Abigail aliens?

why is nothing resolved?

what’s up with that subway, how did time work there?

why is there no dance number?

WHAT DID I JUST WATCH

don’t get me wrong, I’m very glad we got another season, I just wish that we’d had atleast some filler in there, some family bonding? Because they don’t seem like they’ve really seen eachother in years???

and why were so many characters just left to the side? No character development/negative character development (Klaus, five, lila, a little bit Allison)???

I’m very sorry, I am just wrecked from that whole season, just finished bawling hysterically like 30 minutes ago and am now eating a pirate pack. So I’ve got some mixed feelings going on….

on that note! If anyone has any good season 4 fics (fix-it, au, extended scenes, legit anything), they would be greatly appreciated in these trying times

Left is MY FIC, right is the ACTUAL BOOK QUOTE IT WAS INSPIRED BY

(Mask context: masquerade ball / cinderella au)

It has been doing numbers EVERYWHERE and I only found out from this lovely person who commented on Ao3:

So yeah I guess if anyone wants to read an 8 year old Song of Achilles fanfic written in a fever dream after watching Into The Woods, be my guest

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I fell asleep in my friends' arms. It was eleven at night, we were tired, curled up in a small pile on my tiny bed. I had my head buried in my roommate's side, and one of my closest friend's hand on my shoulder, steadying me. It was quiet and nothingness and peace and their heartbeats in my ears, my hands in their hair.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

We pack four people to that little bed, you know. Laps used as footrests, collarbones as pillows, little lights like moonlight in rustic yellow bathed on their faces. The TV plays an anime. The words are repeated by my dear friend on my shoulder, curled close. My legs are asleep; my roommate may be, too.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

The cat curls on top of our criss cross mess of legs and arms and heads on chests to absorb the warmth of us all. She purrs in contented peace. When my roommate and I are left alone in the quiet, she cries, and watches the door for our friends' return.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I will never kiss them but the top of their heads. I will never touch but the warmth of their arms. I will never take more than what's freely given, and in return I put my glasses on the bedside table fashioned from a guitar amp, and when I lean into their sides, I pick up my vulnerability and place it in their capable, tender hands.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I sing for them. I cry for them. I work and I run and I withstand the worst of the world for them, because some days I get to cradle their forehead on my shoulder and some days I get to see their shining eyes.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Maybe to you. But look beyond explanation. I love them. With my heart in my unsteady hands, with my nose pressed to the side of their head, with the buzzing in my feet and the warmth all around Iike the sunset pushing into the window.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Is it enough to say I love them? With no strings attached? With reckless abandon and utter devotion and freedom and kindness and fear?

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I cannot explain it any clearer. I love my friends. There is no more to say.