#I’m like lovey dovey and sad and sappy and emotional all at the same time

[rosicheeks]

“You put your arms around me and I'm home”

[kyutown]

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Hello hello there luv <33 how’s your day going? I kind of forgot if I sent in a request already or not 😅 I’m so sorry for the inconvenience and so I’m just sending it in just in case 😅💕

So I would like a ship with Enhypen:

I’m a ‘04 liner, 5’5 and my mbti type is enfp, my enneagram type is 3. Also I’m South Asian and extremely proud of my heritage and culture. I can accept other cultures easily and love to learn about them so someone who is respectful and open about other cultures and heritages would be ideal. I feel that I want someone that I can kind of match with too like me and him could wear the same aesthetic and take cutesy pictures. I have a deep interest in the arts, from painting to dance-which I have been doing for the past 11 years- as well as biology and science in general. I’m a scorpio sun, Pisces moon, and Virgo rising and don’t really have a specific favorite color or season cuz I think every color has its own vibes and every season brings something new to the table 😊 I’m a bit indecisive and pretty bad at expressing jealousy, though I do put great emphasis on communication in any relationship. My love language is quality time but I do reserve physical affection for those close to me. I’m also a inconsistent in my endeavors and am working on that trait of mine, but I do better with consistency if I have someone constantly motivating me. (Lol the unfinished paintings in my room could probably tell u that) I also love public speaking and such but only until my social battery runs out haha. Plus I have an easier time trying something new if I have the comfort of a warm loved one near me. I prefer sunny blue skies and warm days with a light breeze, major picnic vibes lol. I can be a bit guarded though with what I say, even to the people who care about me the most, so I get along well with people who won’t misunderstand me. My parent’s , especially mom’s, opinion really do matter to me a lot and I am someone who thrives in social environments and cares about keeping a respectful and kind reputation towards all. I'd also love it if I could go on and on about different theories and topics , deep or not, with him. I need constant mental stimulation in a relationship and honestly, without it, I just get bored. I want to be able to learn from him and I want him to be able to learn from me. Like to just be a couple that is always trying and doing something new, but I also want to be able to relax with him as well when the world gets overwhelming. I feel that I, myself, have a hard time grounding myself so someone who can help me keep my feet on the ground and head in the clouds would be nice. I'm either totally logical when it comes to matters of the heart or totally head in the clouds. It's something that I am working on, but I do acknowledge that. As for pet peeves, I can't stand it when people come to me with an issue that I already tried to help them solve and they don't even take my solution. I need someone who is going to at least try to take my advice and not just throw it down the drain. Again, at times I can run away from my emotions and just be detached for no reason..I need someone who understands that and knows how to handle that. I like it when my loved ones are a little argumentative with me as well, as light teasing though, rather than being all sappy and lovey-dovey all the time. I need someone who isn't going to get too hurt by my way of joking and can joke back but knows not to cross the line. Fun fact: my friends unanimously agree that I’m the color yellow and the my personality is more like the sun than the moon. I also love sunrises and sunsets , actually idk if I’ve mentioned this but I just love the sky in general. Lol over half of my camera roll is filled with pictures of the sky and I try to take time out of every day to simply look up and enjoy the beauty of it :)))

I apologize for how long this came out , I have a tendency to rant 😅 but thank you so much for doing these, please take care of yourself 💕💕

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hi! thank you for responding!

for enhypen, i think you would match well with sunoo! i think sunoo is very similar to you as he is like the sun in the group! he would always take aesthetic and cute pictures with you and would love to go on picnics and go on dates where the sky is visible because you wants to see your smile! he is someone who is very happy and tends to strive more in the social environment! though he may be silly and playful, he would be serious when the time makes him to or when you are sad, his serious face goes on as he would never mess around when you are hurt. but overall, he would be the one who would care about you and would be your cloud that surrounds you to your sun!

[allmycrushesaredead]

Sad - Chapter 3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24480694/chapters/67817831

Summary:  

Remus offers his advice in his own unique way.

Warnings: suicidal thoughts, self-hatred, self-esteem issues, self-harm, cutting

ANGST!! You have been warned!

Originally published on 10-15-2020

Words: 1605

Chapters: 3/?

Remus had a feeling that Patton wasn’t doing so good up in his head, but he knew better than to worm his sorry ass into a situation he wasn’t wanted in.

Remus had the blessed ability to hear allll the little evil voices in everyone’s heads, not to mention his own demented friends who took up dwellings in the deep, dark crevices of his mind. So it wasn’t too much of a shocker when he started to hear those dreadful dicks coming over from Patton’s brain.

They all whispered darkly, sowing seeds of self-hatred and self doubt. They told Patton he wasn’t loved, wasn’t cared for, wasn’t important.

Just shut up and do your job. No one cares if wittle baby Patton is sad. Why would they care about you? What have you done that deserves love? You literally split Creativity. That was your fault. Your job is to be happy. Suck it up and grow a pair.

Remus wanted to bash their heads in with a blunt axe. He want to chop their heads off, tear out their eyeballs and replace them with candles, then use them to decorate his room. He wanted to—

Well… you get the picture.

And besides, they were just thoughts. He couldn’t do shit to actually harm them, no matter how much he wanted to.

When the thoughts slowly darkened, Remus wanted to rip his own heart out. It hurt too much just thinking about the fact that Patton would even consider following through with his thoughts.

He knew Patton had started cutting. He knew because of those voices that told him to slice his skin like bread whenever he got upset. That didn’t happen unless you already started cutting.

Remus didn’t judge him for doing it though. There was something cathartic about watching your very life source trickle out, to know you had the ability to end it all right there in your hand. The pain forced your brain to shut the fuck up for just two seconds. Remus could understand the appeal. Hell, he’d done it himself more than he could count. Watching the wounds heal in slow motion could silence his brain for hours on end, granting a much needed reprieve from the clashing and yelling of his thoughts.

Remus absentmindedly dragged a nail over his raised scars while he laid in bed, thinking. That was never a good sign. When Remus thought, that meant he was about to do some stupid shit he would regret later.

Today, it seemed like that stupid shit was going to be confronting Patton.

Rolling out of bed, he pulled on his usual outfit, applying his makeup with a practiced hand.

Suddenly, he caught a whiff of coffee and food. Realization blooming on his face, Remus dashed to his bed, plopping down to yank on his boots, then grabbing his morning start. You never know who you’re gonna have to kill over breakfast, he thought, a wicked grin overtaking his features as he skipped down the stairs.

As he skidded to a screeching halt in the kitchen’s entrance, Remus shot Logan, Virgil, and Patton a gap-toothed grin, leaning suggestively against the doorway.

“Morning, dorks!” he shouted, swinging his morning star with one hand.

Virgil rolled his eyes from where he was perched on the counter, though Remus caught a glimpse of a smile from behind his coffee mug. Patton gave a small wave, pulling a coffee mug down from the cabinet, filling it to the brim, then handing it to the side. Logan stared at his coffee mug, the tips of his ears tinged pink. After a moment, he risked a glace at Remus, only to find that Remus was staring at him, a knowing smirk plastered across his face. The normally solemn side blushed a furious red, coughing awkwardly before shuffling out to the dining room. “I’ll… go set the table,” he muttered, face still bright red.

Virgil chuckled lightly before catching Remus’ pointed look. Giving a small, discrete nod, he said, “I’ll go help him, then. Can I take the plates and silverware? Seems like Logan forgot those.”

“Alright, kiddo!” Patton replied. “I’ll just finish up the food. It’ll be ready in just a second.”

As Virgil stepped out of the kitchen, balancing a stack of plates and silverware, Remus stepped away from his spot in the doorway, approaching Patton cautiously.

“Soooo…. about the whole slicey-slicey thing?” Remus probed, miming slitting his wrist.

Patton froze, his shoulders tensing as he paled. “W-what do you mean?”

“Y’know… the whole cutting thing? The whole self-harm thing? The whole cutting your skin open and watching yourself bleed thing? The whole—”

“Nope! Yeah, I… I got it… Just, um… how’d you know… about that?”

“Well, me kinda being the embodiment of intrusive thoughts and all, I can kinda hear all intrusive thoughts from the others… including you.”

“I am so sorry, Remus. If I had known—”

“How could ya have? And, besides, its not like you coulda just not thought the thoughts. It’s kinda the whole reason they’re called intrusive.”

“Still, I don’t want you to have to deal with that on top of what you already have to deal with.”

“It’s part of my job! Besides, I’d rather know what’s going on inside your head so I can… I dunno… help, I guess? Geez, stop making me sound so sappy, you’re gonna ruin my reputation,” Remus said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Still…. I’m sorry…”

“It’s fine! You should hear some of the shi- stiff! Stuff… that, uh, Logan has to listen to. Of course he’s got the whole, ‘I’m not good enough’ thing going on, but then he’s got the whole ‘I’m not supposed to have emotions’ thingy, on top of the ‘I’m failing Thomas and the others if I take time for myself’ thing. And that’s not even the worst of it! It’s insane the amount of irrational and self-destructive thoughts he has, considering that he always has a rebuttal for anyone else’s illogical thinking. And don’t get me started on Roman! He—”

“Remus! Wait, please,” Patton cut him off abruptly. “I- I don’t think you should be telling me this, not with out the others knowing. We need to talk about it, but… with the others, m’kay?”

Remus nodded. “Yeah, sorry… I got a little carried away with my train of thought there…” He paused a moment, trying to remember where he was going with this. “I just… I know I’m not the best person to go to for hwlp with stuff like this… In fact, I normally make it worse… but, go to someone when you need to talk? Don’t keep these thoughts bottled up inside. I know I’m kinda being hypocritical here, but… ask someone to help you work through these thoughts. Repression works for a period of time, but eventually you’re gonna have to wake up and smell the cow manure. And, believe me. It’s much easier to face your problems when someone’s there to help you than to go it alone. If you’re hurting, I want to know so I can help. And I know the others feel the same…”

Patton stood in shock for a moment, tears glistening in his eyes. Suddenly, he surged forward, wrapping Remus in his embrace. Remus wordlessly cradled the moral side in his arms, tucking his face into Patton’s neck to hide the glistening of tears in his own eyes. After a moment, Patton pulled away, smiling softly at him. Retrieving their coffee mugs that had both been abandoned on the counter during their discussion, Patton topped them off with fresh coffee before returning the octopus one to Remus.

Gladly accepting the drink, Remus chucked once more. “Geez, my reputation totally just jumped out of the window… of the plane… while in flight…. Anyways, I gotta pull myself together! Can’t have people thinking I’m some sappy, lovey-dovey friend, now can I? Hold up, lemme get back in character.”

Remus began squawking loudly, shaking out his limbs and pulling strange faces. After a moment of this, with Patton giggling from behind his hand, he resumed a somewhat normal expression… at least… normal for Remus… which meant slightly crazed. Cracking his neck loudly, he blurted out, “So, about our resident nerd… that was quite a strange reaction to my presence, don’t ya think?”

Patton giggled again, hugging his mug to his chest. “I’d say!” he replied.

“Oooh! I wonder if Logie-poo has the hots for me!” Remus said with a cackle.

Patton blushed lightly at the phrasing, but pressed on bravely. “I dunno, kiddo! Sure looked strange to me, though!”

Remus gasped dramatically. “I bet he had a wet dream or something, and now he can’t look at me without seeing me in all my naked glory!”

Patton choked on his coffee, his face blooming into a burning blush. He stammered a moment in shock before attempting to change the subject. “You wanna help me carry the food out, bud?” Patton squeaked, fanning his face with one hand.

Remus let out another cackle. “Of course, Patty-pal! I gotta try and eat it all before Roman wakes up! He’ll be pissed!” he replied, sounding delighted at the prospect. To emphasize his point, he scooped a handful of scrambled eggs up with his bare hand, shoveling it into his mouth. “Let’s go! No time to waste!” he called to the still flustered side, somehow balancing all the trays of food in one hand.

“C-coming!” Patton cried, gathering the strawberries and whipped crème.

“That’s what he said,” Remus muttered.

“What was that, Remus?”

“Nothin’, Pops! Nothin’ at all.”

[phoenix-downer]

After Ever After Part 2

~2000 words. Post-Canon. Family AU, SoKai Parents AU. 

Summary: Sora and Kairi have their family and their happily ever after, but tensions arise when their children are older and want to know about their parents' pasts.

You can read Part 1 here and Part 3 here.  

Sora got about a half an hour alone with Kairi the next morning before they were interrupted by their youngest.

“Mommy? Daddy? Are you awake?” Emi called through the locked door. “I’m hungry, and Miyu and Haruto aren’t up yet.”

“Yep, hang on,” Sora called, fighting the urge to groan, and Kairi giggled as he tried to locate his boxers.

“Sometimes I miss being able to lie around in bed with you all morning,” he muttered as he pulled them on. 

“I miss it too,” she said as she handed him his shirt. “But those days will be here again before you know it, and then you’ll miss the incessant little knocks on our bedroom door.” 

“Don’t know about that,” he said with a chuckle. “I’ll miss our kids, yeah, but I won’t miss our time together being interrupted.” 

Kairi pulled him back for one last kiss, then he tucked the covers over her so she could get a little more rest before throwing on some sweatpants and padding to the door.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he said as he cracked it open and Emi’s adorable face beamed up at him. She was holding her favorite stuffed animal, a teddy bear named Mr. Snuggles, and he smiled and ruffled her hair.

“Morning Daddy.” She found his hand and wrapped her small fingers around a couple of his fingers. “C’mon, let’s get breakfast started!” she urged as she tried to drag him out of the room. Then she paused and beckoned for him to lean closer, so he knelt till they were at the same eye level. She leaned in close and loudly whispered, “We can surprise Mommy with breakfast in bed!” 

Sora glanced back at Kairi and winked, and she was beaming. He sighed happily. A single smile from her was still enough to make him melt.

“Daddy, stop making lovey-dovey eyes at Mommy, you can do that later,” Emi scolded, a pout on her face. She had inherited her father’s pouts, and Sora had to admit, they were a powerful weapon. 

“Alright, alright,” he said with a laugh as he followed after her. “But it’s important that Mommy and Daddy get to spend time alone together.” 

“Why?”

“It makes our marriage stronger. And a strong marriage is good for the whole family.”

“Why?”

Ah, the joys of having kids. They never, ever stopped asking why. 

“Because Mommy and I are a team,” he said. “Remember Miyu’s volleyball game yesterday? She and her classmates were all a team too. What do you think would’ve happened if they hadn’t worked together?” 

Emi thought for a moment. “They wouldn’t have won.”

“Exactly. Mommy and I need to work together too if our family’s gonna win at life. And spending time alone together helps us work better together.” 

“Why?”

Sora sighed. Time to admit defeat on this one. “I’ll tell you when you’re older,” he muttered as he went to the sink to wash his hands. 

Emi helped him crack the eggs and mix the batter for the pancakes. Sora wanted to make sure all of their kids knew how to cook, so he was glad Emi had taken so enthusiastically to it. She was daddy’s little helper, and she did everything she could to help out with meals and chores. Haruto had to be practically bribed to do his share, and Miyu did hers without any enthusiasm, usually while wearing a sullen expression on her face. 

It didn’t always used to be like that, of course. Miyu used to love helping him cook and clean, and even Haruto used to enjoy his chores if Sora turned things into a competition somehow. Now they avoided him except when they had to be around him. 

“Daddy, you’re staring off into space again,” Emi said with a scowl as she handed him a spatula.

“Oh, sorry, I just have a lot on my mind.” 

“I don’t like it when you’re sad,” she said. “It makes me sad, too.”

“That’s actually a good thing, believe it or not. It means your sense of empathy is developing nicely. I don’t want you to be sad, of course, but if you can tell how people are feeling, it means you can help cheer them up.” 

“What can I do to cheer you up?” she asked, her face very earnest and serious, and Sora wanted to hug her, she was being so thoughtful and sensitive to his feelings.

“Just keep being you,” he said with a smile. “Being with you always brings a smile to my face.” 

She giggled and beamed up at him, and his heartache eased a little. Yeah, Miyu and Haruto weren’t happy with him right now, but at least Emi still adored him. He’d try to do better with his older kids and give them the space they needed, and hopefully that would help repair his relationship with them.

That and… telling them what he and Kairi had agreed to finally tell them. What would they think when they finally knew? Would they treat him differently? Act weird about it? Would they understand why he and Kairi had waited so long to talk about what had happened?

Well, no use in torturing himself with worry. They’d all cross that bridge when they came to it.

When the food was ready, he and Emi made up two plates for themselves and covered the rest of it up so it would stay warm for the others. They’d be down soon anyway, if past experience was any indication, and Kairi was in the shower, so breakfast in bed would have to wait for later. 

“Emi?” he asked as she cheerfully ate her eggs. 

“Yes Daddy?”

“I’d… like to tell you a story. About a princess and a… a guardian.” 

Emi brightened. She loved stories about princesses and castles and dragons. 

“Once upon a time, there was a princess who lived on a faraway world. She was very kind and caring, and everyone who knew her loved her. But then one day, an evil sorcerer—”

Emi tilted her head. “Sorcerer?”

“Um, an evil wizard guy. That’s what a sorcerer is.” 

“Oh, okay. Keep going, please.”

“An evil sorcerer kidnapped the princess and stole her away. The princess was… very scared, and very lonely, but—”

“Daddy?” Emi asked, her eyes filled with worry. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah!” He scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry, I just… can’t help but feel bad for the princess, you know? I know how scary it must’ve been for her.”

Those words were more true than Emi could ever know.

“That’s because you have empathy,” she said, very matter-of-factly. 

He smiled at her. “That’s right, sweetheart. Anyway, the princess was lonely and scared, but she wasn’t without help. She had a magic necklace that could take her to someone who would look after her and protect her.” 

“Did it work?” Emi asked, clearly invested in the story now.

Sora nodded. “It did. The magic in the necklace brought her to Des—I mean, it brought her to another world. A world with a guardian.”

“Ooooh, a guardian!”

“That’s right,” he told her. “And that guardian promised to protect her and keep her safe.”

“Did he?”

Sora was silent for a while. “Yeah,” he finally said. “Yeah, he did. But it… wasn’t easy.”

He wasn’t sure how much more he should say. Telling his seven-year-old daughter that her father had become a Heartless at fourteen and was dead before his sixteenth birthday didn’t… feel like the right thing to say. Neither did telling her that her mother had lost her heart, had gotten kidnapped multiple times, and had been as good as dead before her sixteenth birthday, too.

“But he did it, right? He kept her safe?” Emi said.

“Yeah,” he said at last. “Yeah, he did in the end.” He smiled as he thought about his beloved wife. “And to him, everything he went through was worth it.”

“Ooooh, he loved the princess, didn’t he?” Emi said with a huge grin on her face. “I can tell, your face gives it away!” 

“He does. He loves the princess very much,” Sora said softly.

“Just like you love Mommy!” 

He smiled and nodded. “Just like I love Mommy.”

“And the princess loved the guardian too, right?”

“She does,” came a new voice. Kairi had joined them in the kitchen, and she glanced at him and smiled as she helped herself to some eggs and bacon. Sora didn’t care how many times he’d heard her tell him she loved him, it made him turn into a sappy puddle of emotions every time. 

“Wait, you’re the princess Mommy?” Emi said, looking in confusion from Kairi to Sora back to Kairi.

“I am.”

Emi thought for a moment. “Then… does that mean Daddy’s the guardian?”

“He is,” Kairi said as she joined them at the table. She reached for Sora’s hand and held it, and he lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it tenderly. “He’s my very brave, very loyal guardian. Of course, when he married me, he became my beloved prince, too.” 

“Phew, I was worried it would be someone else.” Emi said, which made Sora and Kairi both chuckle. “What?” she said, tilting her head. “Mommy, you have to love Daddy. It wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t. And Daddy, you have to love Mommy too.” 

“We do love each other, very much,” Kairi said as she squeezed his hand. “But it’s because we want to, not because we have to.”

“That’s right,” he said. “Out of all the people in the universe, your mom chose me.”

“And out of all the people in the universe, your dad chose me,” Kairi said as she gazed into his eyes, then sighed happily.

“You and Daddy are making lovey-dovey eyes at each other again.”

Kairi smiled and looked at Emi. “It’s because he’s so brave and handsome and strong! There were all these monsters he had to fight, and then of course he had to face that sorcerer that wanted my magic powers all to himself.”

“Tell me more, tell me more!” Emi squealed. 

Just then, the alarm on Sora’s Gummiphone went off. Talk about bad timing.

“Shoot, I forgot I was supposed to take that casserole over to my parents today,” he muttered as he silenced it. 

“I’ll take over from here,” Kairi said. “I’d like to give the princess’s perspective on a few things.” 

The prospect pleased Emi greatly, and Sora shot Kairi a grateful look. Emi didn’t like storytime being interrupted, and thankfully it wouldn’t be this time. 

“I’ll be right back, I promise,” he told Kairi as he fished around in the fridge for the casserole and extracted it. 

“I’ll hold down the fort,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. 

“I know you will.” 

He gave her a quick kiss and was out the door. A part of him was relieved Kairi was taking over storytelling duty for now. The truth behind those stories… even though he’d agreed to share it, a part of him still wanted to protect their kids from it. He also didn’t want them to look at him differently or wonder if he would forever hold his sacrifices over their heads. And whether they knew it or not, they would soon be gazing into the deepest parts of his heart. What would they think when they found it was littered with scars? Scars born out of love, yeah, scars he was proud to have because it meant this family was even possible, but scars nonetheless. 

The prospect made him feel desperate and vulnerable when he wanted more than ever for their kids to think he was strong and steadfast. That was what dads were supposed to be, the rocks and anchors for their families. If he wasn’t that, then what was he?

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A/N: I hope you all are enjoying the story so far! There’s one more chapter to finish things up, which will be posted soon. Stay tuned! 

[exofrog-blog]

My opinion on slash

I don't like it, and please let me explain why.

Now, I'm sure most of you are typing a list of reasons as to why I'm homophobic or some bullshit, but just hear me out.

Now, let me make some things clear. I have absolutely nothing against homosexuals. If you're gay, that's great. Just don't expect me to be the same and we'll still be great friends. Just please, don't get all lovey dovey and crap around me. Same if you're heterosexual. It makes me embarrassed and uncomfortable to be in the room.

Now that that's out of the way, let's move on to the actual topic: Why I don't like slash.

1) It turns homosexuality into a fetish.

Here we have what pisses me off the most about slash. It makes homosexuality seem immoral. You can make a hundred reasons as to why I'm wrong but let's face it. A majority of slash fics have two men having sex after just a couple of paragraphs and that's about it.

Now let me paint you a scenario. There are three characters: Character A, B, and C. Character A and B are extremely close to one another due to being friends since childhood. Character B tells Character A about how they feel for them, and Character A gladly accepts. Eventually, Character C suddenly joins in and has some interactions with Character A. Now a "fan" of these characters comes in and attempts to get rid of Character B completely, even wishing death upon them, and declares that Character A and C must be together and makes have sex immediately despite the fact that Character A already has a relationship with character B. Why you may ask? Because Character A and C are both men, and Character B is a woman.

Now I know not all Slash writers do this, but they're so few and far between that this kind of slash writing completely overshadows it, which also makes it kinda sexist when you really think about it.

So yeah, most of the time, it's basically an excuse to have two men have sex whether they're straight or not, which brings me to another point.

Ooc (Out of Character)

You people know what I'm talking about, no matter how cool or badass a character may be, slash writers turn them into pathetic little flowers that even Bella Swan would cringe at.

In the vast amount of fiction, changing your character's looks, personality, likes and dislikes is known as OOC, and is despised. Shouldn't their sexuality be included in that list? Because I've met people who have left new authors in tears for forgetting that a character likes honey, and at the same time written the most OOC pairings.

First of all, it's amazing how deceptively lazy, even in good stories, the romance can get. And you don't even notice. Both characters are happy - let's hug and kiss while proclaiming that we love each other! The character is sad and the other one needs to console him - let's hug and kiss while proclaiming that we love each other! Both characters are sad and exhausted after a tiring event - let's hug and kiss while proclaiming that we love each other! Etc., etc., etc. Oh, and they keep crying, too, even if they never did to begin with, and calling each other sweeties and darlings, all the while pointing out how they love each other. It's amazing how much character, motivation and interaction possibilities are lost in the process, even by the authors who don't make the same mistake in the non-paired characters' interaction. Basically, when they are not talking about the other characters or someone's sad life stories, they just talk about sex all the time, and that's not how real homosexual people interact. It you try to take the slash out of these scenes, there's basically nothing left.

Secondly, characters are butchered. Yes, I've already mentioned that. But for some reason, if a male character's sexuality is changed, he suddenly turns into a pile of pink goo, unable to keep himself from bawling his eyes out on every suitable occasion. Oh, my partner is talking about his son's death and crying, so let me forget that I have shown myself to be a strong leader, capable of thinking straight and not losing it even in the wake of my best friend's death, and just start crying too while proclaiming how sorry I am - oh, and that I love him, let's not forget that. Those scenes just drive me crazy with their sappiness and with how they are just recycled over and over.

when non-paired characters are interacting they are actually seem capable of expressing other emotions, even if, again, it's only the same "tragic past" thing. They can be supportive while expressing ire, guilt, helplessness, genuine interest, gratitude, shock and sympathy - and all of that without breaking into tears. Why is that? Why are slash stories so horribly stereotypical, even when they are written by authors who can and do better? Why is the damned romance obscuring and smothering every damned natural emotion?

3) When hetero does it, it's bad, when homo does it, it's good.

I'm not going to bother explaining this one.

Whenever you ship a gay male with a straight female, you'll be harassed and attacked by homosexuals calling you homophobic and saying that it's gay erasure, but if you ship two straight men together, it's okay because "it's representation". No. It isn't. It's a little something that I like to call fetishization.

Not to mention the infamous fanfic "My Immortal". Draco and Enoby get together about twenty seconds after kissing. This was seen as bad writing when it was het, but when its slash, it's okay. Why? Because slash is almost always crack. It's offensive to real LGBTQ.

All and all, I don't like slash. As a straight guy who supports the LGBTQ community (or at least as best as I can anyway), I and many other straight allies along with real LGBTQ people just find slash offensive.

Now before I close this post, I just have one final thing to say.

Respect my opinion and I'll except yours.

[dxsole]

💝- A memory that made them feel loved

“…Láz once– Ha, how sad is it that the only ones I recall are recent.” Not as bad as she thinks, really. It was more of a revelation that the warm fuzzies she felt with past lovers didn’t fall in the same category of love as Lázaro did.

“I once got a little over heated in the greenhouse and felt really dizzy and felt like I was going to pass out. I got really nervous and called Lázand he…I don’t know, he just scooped me up, got me ice water and a cold compress and…I don’t know, he took care of me. He fussed over me and– I shouldn’t take pleasure over how nervous he was about the whole thing but it was very sweet.”

“There are a lot I can recall of Martina of course but I feel that would only sadden me…There is much to say of Zachary though. He…I don’t know if he ever means to make me feel so…so horribly lovestruck, but he manages it on a daily.” Jasper chuckled, his cheeks turning a soft pink even now.

“There are moments in the morning when we are both waking up, yawning, stretching….he’ll just look over to me. It’s always dead quiet in the mornings, sometimes we hear the tapping of rain on the roof or birds chirping…he’ll just look over at me and smile…play with my hair and curl up to me. It always gets me…he looks at me how I look at him– it’s always heartwarming to see in such small ways how much we care for one another.”

“You’re gonna make me go all sappy…” Lázaro sighs, running a hand down his face in mock distress. He honestly didn’t mind talking about such things but he’ll know he’ll get all flushed in front of Didi and that’s embarrassing.

“Didi– yeah, she talked about me so I’m talking about her, okay? Didi isn’t…Didi is not a PDA person. She’ll be the first to tell you. It’s all kisses and hugs at home but in public it’s pecks on the cheek and nothing more. It’s not her style, I don’t mind– can’t be too lovey dovey and unprofessional at the shop anyway.” He chuckled.

“One time though, we had like a street performer outside, just a guy with a guitar and a good beat. She pulled me out of the shop so we could listen to him– he got a pretty good crowd going too. We slow danced along with some other couples right there on the street and…she was…she was beaming at me. The biggest, brightest smile I’ve ever seen. It was…it was nice having her in my arms and just…just us having a really tender moment was really memorab– And she kissed me too. That’s the kicker. Right on the lips in front of everyone. Big step for Miss emotional lockdown.”