#💜🖤🩶🤍

[sapphirebluejewel]

I need an aroace in a romantic relationship. I need an aroace surrounded by friends who all care about them whether the friend is in a romantic relationship. I need an aroace not in a relationship and okay with it. I need an aroace who is alone in all aspects and okay with it. I need an aroace who has a sexual relationship. I need an aroace in a QPR and not the third wheel. I need an aroace in a poly amorous relationship. I need married aroaces and divorced aroaces who realized later in life. I need aroaces with no trauma. I need more aroace rep in the media. I need people to know its okay to be aromantic or asexual and any combination of the two.

[birdinashadow]

i did not realize how hard it would hit me, finally seeing an ace character acknowledging their asexuality on screen, until isaac grabbed that ace book and held it to his chest. the goosebumps stayed on my arms for a few minutes after that

[frankensteins-mt-dew]

DARIAX IS ON THE ACE SPECTRUM

I could cry

I have been hoping for an ace character in campaign three and to have if be the himbo is such a blessing

Matt you amazing human I adore you

[terriblygrimm]

it’s an i’m proud to be ace kinda day! 💜🖤🩶🤍

[greykolla-art]

Asterix is such a little ragdoll, it’s irresistible to draw him unconscious.

[aceofenbies]

i'm ace, i'm asexual, i don't experience sexual attraction, i wear an ace ring on a regular basis, i have an asexual pride flag, i have asexual pride merch, the ace flag is in my profile picture, i've identified as asexual for 10+ years, asexuality is my oldest queer identity, i talk a lot about being ace because it's part of who i am and affects my every day life, i'm proud to be ace, i'm ace and taking up space, i'm ace and in your face, i will never shut up about being ace, i didn't suffer through ace discourse to stay silent about asexuality. they haven't bullied me into silence then and they won't do it now. i'm the exact amount of asexual that offends you personally.

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Happy International Asexuality Day, Viv made this announcement on Bluesky! Good for her! 🖤🩶🤍💜

[cryptidtumbleweed]

Friendly reminder that if you like/support JK Rowling, kindly get the fuck off my blog <3

[hylianane]

The official OP twitter account changed its icon and header to Zoro. On the first day of Pride.

[starlightopal]

We suffer and are in pain because we need love and can't find it. But even through pain and wrongdoing we can always return to love.

I think Arcane is less for the people who already understand this and more for people who don't. I think that's the source of disappointment with the leftist politics of the show. It's trying to model what people like Viktor, Vi and Jinx need people like Jayce, Caitlyn and Ekko to do for them.

I refuse to think that a show that so closely understands marginalisation and represents it so well would have centrist politics.

Viktor, Vi and Jinx are people who are suffering and in pain. They don't need to lead the revolution, they need relief, they need support.

Viktor has been getting outcasts like Jayce and Sky into the Academy. His own success is commendable. Vi wanted to follow in Vander's footsteps and she immediately gets to dismantling shimmer with Jayce. Even Jinx inspired revolutionary action, helped Isha, helped Sevika, helped Silco! They have done enough. They have done plenty to make their world a better place.

The show continually challenges the idea that a singular act of revolutionary violence will solve the divisions of their society. Historically this has never been true.

The divides between the cities run deep. All the way down to individual relationships. It's the failure of people to choose love between each other instead of political ambition, vengeance or even idealism. They need to accept the imperfection, lay down their weapons and choose to love the people who are already in their lives.

Love won't just automatically fix everything. Sometimes their mistakes will mean death. Sometimes it will be a complete reinvention/ new start. But without affection they cannot be held together.

[themissingmango]

“Mav has five. Makes him an ace.” | 💜🤍🩶🖤

I drew this over on twitch and you can go watch the stream if you’d like!

[poke-the-vail]

valid ppls:

✅ Asexuals who engage in sexual things

✅ Asexuals who enjoy sexual things

✅ Asexuals that experience hyper-sexuality

✅ Asexuals who have never done sexual things ever

✅ Asexuals who are sex-negative/repulsed

✅ Asexuals who are sex positive or neutral

✅ ASEXUALS!!

you still have human feelings and emotions, you are not just some stone-cold face everyone passes by. You are amazing and I love you all (/p)

🖤🩶🤍💜

[lennadanvers]

His Home

Johnny Soap MacTavish x Ace!Reader

A/N: I'm a day late to Ace Week, but I really wanted to post this. I'd love to see more ace representation in fanfiction, so I'm doing my part. Plus, this kind of relationship has always been my favorite- there's something about undefined love that makes it perfect. I really like this one, so much that I wrote it while studying for my History exam. I hope you love it too, happy belated Ace Week!

Ghost is the first one to ask about it.

About you.

It’s late, you went to bed an hour ago, and Johnny offered him a beer. They’re looking at the empty front yard, a normal street in a normal neighborhood- a rare sight for soldiers of their kind. The food you and Soap made for the occasion sits warm in their bellies. The air smells of quiet and night.

Simon has known Johnny for a long time- and he has known him well. He didn’t know about this, though. He heard about you, of course. The first time Soap wasn’t sure if he’d make it back home, it was your name he mumbled. Instructions were clear: his dog tags were for you to receive. Along with everything else in his barracks. Ae dinnae care aboot all the rules. Ye gotta take me home tae ‘er.

Ghost knew you weren’t married- he would have seen it in his sergeant’s paperwork. He decided you were his girlfriend, then.

Until someone flirted with Johnny at a bar, and he happily told them he was single. Single. It didn’t lead anywhere, anyway; he came back to base with the rest of the team that night. Maybe he didn’t have a bird at home anymore, thought Simon.

But then there was the roommate. Soap was always talking about the roommate, how she would always leave hairs in the shower, how the laundry detergent smelled like flowers back home. It was said with fondness, the kind of affectionate jab one develops with family or very close friends. Ghost supposed you might be a childhood friend, then. Someone who had always been in Johnny’s life.

Come the end of their last mission, he had nowhere to stay at. His apartment was waiting for him, of course, but it was as empty and cold as any hotel room. His sergeant invited him home- tae meet ma girl. His girl. That was not a relationship status- no friend, no sister or girlfriend. Just girl, his girl.

He had to say yes.

Then there were you. Johnny’s age, bright eyes full of affection when you saw him. Small, soft hands ruffling the mohawk, saying it was getting out of hand. Nodding when he asked for another trim, bonnie, aye?

You hugged him around the neck, face under his chin. Ghost feared you would suffocate his sergeant. But Johnny’s face was pink, relaxed for the first time since before the mission. His arms were at your back, hands rounding your waist- they were used to that place. His nose deep in your hair- Simon felt like he was overstepping, like he wasn’t meant to see that. No one was.

Until you gave a step back- soft smile, soft eyes, soft Johnny- and welcomed him to your home. You called him L.T., like you knew him. Simon suspected you did. You didn’t try to shake his hand or- God forbid- hug him hello. You didn’t even risk a step into his personal space. He didn’t think it was out of fear- you didn’t blink twice at the black surgical mask. You just smiled and gave him a tour of the house.

That was another thing, the house. Tiny and tidy, cozy. Ghost didn’t have much experience with homes, but that’s what it looked like to him. A place lived in, well loved. A place with a past. Even more intriguing, a place with a future. By the way you talked, he gathered you weren’t renting. This place was owned. Something for the long run.

When you got to the hallway, though, you pointed to the last door. That’s my room! You can knock if you need anything, I’m a pretty light sleeper. Then to the one before that: That’s Johnny’s. Then the guest bedroom and the bathroom.

So you don’t sleep together.

Which would have been an answer to his curiosity, if it weren’t for the kitchen. After he left his stuff- a half-empty duffel bag- in the guest room, Simon went back to the small but charming space that is- all in one- your kitchen, living room and dining room. He was still in his soldier headspace, which means his steps were quiet. When he stepped into the kitchen, neither you nor Soap noticed him there.

You were laughing, hand on his bicep, eyes closed. Johnny was smiling. His shoulders down, his face soft. He grabbed your hand and brought you closer in a weird hug. You swayed together, and Simon almost heard the music you were dancing to. It went on for a while. Johnny went to grab a knife and you’d already placed the cutting board in front of him. You grabbed the oven mitt and he opened the oven.

You two are the perfect machine, always knowing where the other is going next. The smiles never falter. For the first time in years, Simon feels like he’s in a home. It’s confusing and startling. How come Soap has this waiting for him? How is he even able to go on deployment, knowing he might not have the chance to dance around you in the kitchen again?

The thought sparks memories. Soap’s sketchbook, a gleaming eye peeking from the page. His tactical jacket, jasmine perfume as they march through a field. A hair tie in the keychain. Gunpowder hands buying a bracelet in a faraway country. Making flower crowns while waiting for the target to show up. Dodging bullets with blue fevered eyes. Take me home tae ‘er.

He cleared his throat, and you handled him the plates to set on the table.

After dinner, you said goodnight. Johnny kissed your cheek; I left some beers in the fridge. Another kiss on the forehead. You waved at Simon, sweet and tired. Soap’s eyes followed you through the hallway.

Out in the cool night air, Simon asks.

“Tha’ ‘er?”

Soap flinches in his seat. The bottle in his hand twinkles under the stars. Doesn’t seem willing to reply. Maybe he doesn’t know how.

“The one from yer drawings?”

The nod is soft.

“Aye.”

Interrogation is an art. Ghost knows many ways to get information out of people. None of them work better on his sergeant than silence. The man has a need to fill empty spaces.

So he waits until Johnny takes the bait.

“A’v always known her.”

Another silence. Simon doesn’t need to ask the question out loud.

“We arenae datin. She isnae ma girlfriend. Or wife,” Jhonny’s voice is warm and liquid. “She's the love o ma life.”

Curiosity bubbles again. How does this life fit with the man out in the field? How come a cozy little house is home to a demolition expert?

“How’s tha’ work?”

Soap’s shoulders tighten, preparing for a defensive stance.

“She doesnae want sex.”

That’s not quite an answer, so Simon waits. Johnny’s back relaxes slowly, as if relieved by the lack of a reaction.

“But ‘a dinnae care aboot all that stuff. She's here whan ‘a come home, an she takes care o’ me. A tak care o’ her. Thare's nothin more than that.”

Nothing more he could ask for. Nothing more he’d ever want. His eyes glow blue, melting ice in the night. Ghost wonders, surprised, how he never saw it. How he didn’t realize.

After that, he doesn’t ask any more questions. There’s nothing else he’d need to know, really. When the bottles are empty and the air a little too cold, they retreat to their rooms.

The next morning, Simon stays in bed a little longer than usual. He listens to your soft steps in the hallway, the little knock on the door and Johnny’s raspy laugh. He hears the sheets and the whispers, the way he tells you stories about their last deployement- some true (only the lighter ones), the rest made up, with a handsome, Scottish hero. He pictures you tucked in Johnny’s side, his hand in your hair, easy smiles lighting up the room. And he understands. Once again, his sergeant’s words sound in his head.

A dinnae care aboot the rules. She’s ma girl, L.T.

[iron-sparrow]

International Asexuality Day 06.04

Wishing a very good and cakeful International Asexuality Day (IAD) to my fellow aspecs out there. According to the official website, the four themes of IAD are advocacy, celebration, education, and solidarity. As with any orientation, the ace umbrella encompasses a broad spectrum of attraction. Some ace people might experience little or no sexual attraction ⸺ or just experience sexual attraction in what we consider a non-normative way.

From the Trevor Project website, a few common terms under the ace umbrella include:

Demisexual. People who only experience sexual attraction once they form a strong emotional connection with another person. Gray Ace. People who identify somewhere between sexual and asexual. Queerplatonic. People who experience a type of non-romantic relationship where there is an intense emotional connection that goes beyond a traditional friendship.

No matter where you may sit on the spectrum, know that your aceness is valid. You are valid. 🖤🩶🤍💜

[pretty-hills-i-die-on]

I know this is a long post but bear with me.

I found out I was ace at 14, and once I accepted it I came up with this metaphor, I called it “Dragon Wings”. Here what I wrote about it at the time:

I have dragon wings.

Everyone around me (I think) has bird wings, like angels, with feathers.

You are meant to grow feathers as you get older. I didn't think I was old enough yet.

People can have different kinds of feathers in their wings, the more common kind, a slightly rarer kind, or another all together. You only find out what kind of feathers you have once you grow them. Most people need their feathers to fly.

In school we learnt about different types of feathers, and how you have to accept people’s feathers. How some people are born with wings that don’t belong to them, how that can be fixed.

People with rare kinds of feathers tend to band together at school, inseparable. Some people in the world think that only one kind of feathers is right. I don’t see why, everyone can fly and it doesn’t hurt you if they use wings that look different to yours.

But I have dragon wings.

I always thought I would grow feathers, even though I can’t imagine my wings looking different and I don’t really want to. People can be a bit annoying about their feathers, they can see things in other people that I can’t see or understand. Everyone in books grows feathers, and they end their stories flying. Feathers can hurt you though, really bad, but people need them to fly so we love them anyway.

Most people anyhow.

But that’s ok, I don’t care. I can fly anyway, high and fast and free. I was afraid that if I did grow feathers I would fly different, I love how I fly.

I thought that I was the only one with dragon wings, I didn’t mind, but I wasn’t sure if it existed. If there were words for dragon wings.

But once I tried to put it into words, I began to read. I read that other people have dragon wings too, that people feel similar to me about their wings. How they are just as powerful as bird wings, just different. I’m relieved, I really didn’t want my wings to change, I’m glad they don’t have to. No one should have to change their wings, or feel ashamed of their feathers. People should fly with the wings they love, with the feathers they have.

Ever since then I’ve referred to myself as “Dragon Wings”, mainly in my head.

“Feathers” can be sexual attraction, romantic attraction, or a combination of the two. It’s my fault that they’re kind of lumped together here, I didn’t know about aromantic as a label at the time. But it can mean whatever you need it to.

Love you guys, remember, we have dragon wings.

[coolauntlilith]

Everyone's making Catradora vs Ballister x Ambrosius comparison posts.

All I saw tho?

(Excuse my blinds reflecting on my tv lol)