#idk they are normal ur normal if they are bigoted well..

[kutie106]

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• My names are Reeve and Rila

• I am 15

• I am biromantic and asexual

•I am gender-fluid and currently use any pronouns: I hate them all equally

• My favorite color is red

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• Some of my hobbies are choir, color guard, drawing, musical theater, creative writing, and bracelet making

• A list of some fandoms I’m in and may post about (will be updated when I remember some)

• Nomads on Webtoon

• Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous/Chaos theory

• The Hollow on Netflix

• ATLA

• School Bus Graveyard

• High Class Homos

• The Owl House

• PJO (I haven’t read HOO or TOA yet)

• Tales of Arcadia (I watched all of it a very long time ago and and getting back into it now, so I don’t remember much other than the main plot)

• She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (Same as above)

• The Last Kids on Earth

• EPIC THE MUSICAL

•Nimona

•Gravity falls

• HTTYD/RTTE

• Musicals!!! Specifically Legally blonde (performed that!), Newsies, TBOM, Beetlejuice, SIX, Hamilton, and Into the Woods

• GATTACA!! Gattaca fans do interact! (Please please please)

• TDLOSK I’m obsessed 🤩

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• I am always looking to make new friends, but I am not looking for any unwanted advances

• Now that all the downer stuff is out of the way, here’s a list of my amazing mutuals 😍😍😍:

@pipsqueak317 (my super super awesome tumblr WIFE ily pookie!)

@ozonekid89 (I love ur art and content in general and it’s always a highlight to see ur posts on my feed)

@thing24 (u don’t do much on here but ur pretty chill 👍)

@theronanlynchshow (You’re literally so cool color guard elder I wanna be friends)

@musical-dash-trash (Literally my twinnnn :))

@forestgromlin (you’re so awesome and such a light to my day)

@theodditylacey (you’re so smart and pretty, and like unfathomably cool)

@iloveyapping (your moodboards are so well thought out and designed AND you’ve got such a likable personality)

@strange-nerd-boy (love getting tagged in things by you even if I don’t always respond, Ty king)

@augmentedchordsofficial (you are literally so smart and fun and have so much potential)

@frenzy-fanatic (my favorite tumblr adult, also suspiciously good at art like pop off)

@x-dot-com (I hate u ur a freak /hj)

@paloma-ascends-into-hellfire (legit loving your etymology posts on my feed ur so cool)

Currently updating this, moots who aren’t on here I still love u I’m just lazy

That’s all as of right now 😅, as said before, always looking to make new friends❤️❤️

That’s it I think, idk if I think of more I’ll add it

[kindred-spirit-93]

i need advice, I’ve gotten two different asks about a month apart calling certain people in the classics community seriously problematic in different ways and I’m fairly certain it’s the same person, the first one seemed to be well founded but I can’t find anything backing up the second claim. you’re well acquainted around the classics community, do you know if anyone else has had to deal with this? What do I do? Do I just ignore it?

I’m almost a year on tumblr so I’m still fairly new so I’m not exactly sure what to do with this. You’re smart, do you have any idea of what to do?

hi beloved! i myself have been here a year also so were the same age hellsite wise lol, i do thank u for ur good opinion of me tho ur really too kind <3 you have a wise head on your shoulders dont u forget it.

aight so im not at all well versed in classics nor am i a scholar or knowledgable in the history etc, i occupy very small corners of appreciation for whatever figures that happen to capture my fancy, and while i do my best to approach with an open mind and as much curiosity as my crowded brain can allow and do my fair bit of research and keep in mind the bigger picture, i am not immune (and neither is anyone) to spreading misinformation or at least perpetuate biases. this isnt unique to classics ofc u can find this in every aspect of academia and indeed life as a whole.

anyhows. fandoms and communities at large can be deeply flawed places, i myself have been made privy to the less than savoury actions of one user who afaik is a scholar themselves. it so happens that the way they spoke deeply irritated me lol (by no fault of their own, this is purely me not vibing with them) so i kept them at arms length, esp after i encountered them in a random comment section and dint like the way they kept arguing (another me thing ig). later on id been told quite oddly (by a really blog i didnt find to be the most credible of sources so theres that grain of salt to keep in mind) theyre a racist. and i as i hope its clear enough already do not take kindly to bigots of any shape or form.

slight tangent but theres a whole conversation im not nearly educated enough to participate in (for moots and folks who do know better please point me in the right direction) in regards to fandom racism in classics; i do maintain that the folks being represented have the right to demand accurate depictions of their culture and faith and heritage, but i do also think there should be a base line of civility when critiquing/ opposing depictions that arent accurate bc ive seen some awful shit that was so unnecessary? why are folks always operating at extremes :')

to reiterate i do not know what the frescos and statues and ancient scripts and works are like and i do not pretend to, i do love seeing diversity in art and different interpretations (for example the epithet white armed goddess being shown as vitiligo, like how creative is that?) but to those who want word for word accuracy; sure, you are absolutely free to want and enjoy whatever, but let it not be at the cost of poc et al who are already extremely discriminated against as is. but then again who am i to have an opinion on the matter? idk man

anyhows back to ur ask, its really up to you i think. personally im immediately put off and uninterested in anything they have to say even if its normal (ive blocked folks in fandom who were zionists for example) i simply do not stand for that kind of behaviour, so for my peace of mind a block is about all i can do. i dont engage with them either. the less i see and hear of them the better.

wishing u all the best as always and take care :>

[stillthesunkenstars]

I don’t have Christian trauma because I was old enough when my mom converted to Christianity but man. Christians kinda crazy!

[skin-slave]

Grooming is when someone builds a relationship, trust and emotional connection with a child or young person so they can manipulate, exploit and abuse them.

Grooming Can Look Like:

1. "Is that your real name? I don't really like to call people by their usernames."

Asking for personal information right away - It gives a false sense of intimacy and can be used later to threaten or blackmail.

2. "I see you like Band. My parents hate them. 😂 Do your parents know your music tastes?"

Segueing quickly into private life, sometimes asking invasive questions about home, friends, family, etc - It tells them whether or not a person is isolated, unhappy, self-destructive, unsupervised, etc. The more vulnerable a person is, the more successful grooming can be.

3. "I like your fan art. Do you do nsfw? Nothing crazy, just flirty..."

Bringing up sexuality or other adult subjects in a general way - It pushes the person's boundaries gently, getting them to talk about nsfw things in a way that feels nonthreatening.

4. "That post made a good point. I would never guess you're 14. You're really mature and well-spoken."

Describing the person as mature, smart, wise, resourceful, street-smart, etc - It's flattering, and it gives the illusion of equality and respect in their interactions.

5. "People hate what they don't understand. You're just so unique. I get it."

Reinforcing that the person is unique, misunderstood, above others, etc - It increases isolation and forms a sense of dependance on the groomer.

6. "Omg look at this guy's outfit! It's so hot! You know, you could totally rock something like this!"

Sexualizing the person in flattering ways - It feels like a compliment and edges farther past typical boundaries, normalizing more and more sexual interactions.

7. "That guy was out of line. 😤 I couldn't help it, I messaged him and told him if he doesn't leave you alone I'll doxx him. He won't be back. He knows I'll do it. Please don't be mad, I just hate when people mess with my friends... "

Defending the person, often inappropriately - It's a show of devotion to the person, a display of the potential for aggression that serves to nudge boundaries, and can be used to threaten or coerce later.

8. "I'm totally with you on Ship X. It's so bigoted to break up Ship Y like that. We ought to try to get those freaks banned."

Creating an other to unify against, often inappropriately - It creates a sense of intimacy and serves as a way to push boundaries by encouraging inappropriate behavior.

9. "Idk why you let her waste ur time. U don't need phoneys like that. You have me!!! 😂"

Discouraging competing relationships - It increases isolation, vulnerability and dependence.

10. "Listen, don't worry about your phone bill. I got it. Sent it thru your Kofi, plus a little extra. You deserve it."

Giving gifts, money, or paying bills - It creates a sense of intimacy, and possibly financial dependence. And it can be used as a source of guilt.

11. "Where are you??? Tell whoever you're with that I miss my bff!!!!!"

Checking in, keeping tabs, tracking or asking for updates - It diverts the person's attention onto the groomer, interrupts their social life to further isolate, and creates a pattern of guilt and responsibility for the groomer's feelings.

12. "I can't believe you'd abandon me like this. You know I have depression. Are you trying to make me suicidal? The least you could do is give me a couple weeks to find a new therapist. I'm gonna need one now."

Threatening to harm themselves, or implying that they might if contact ends - It plays on that sense of guilt and responsibility and can be used long after abuse has happened, to prevent disclosure.

Grooming doesn't happen by accident. By definition, it's deliberate. When someone begins grooming, they have already decided to abuse. From that point on, interaction has one goal. It creates a situation where the person being targeted has conflicting emotions about what's happening, no one they trust to give advice, and no way to break out without being the bad guy.

The setup - the grooming behaviors themselves - vary. One abuser might use many approaches, and might even change methods if a target isn't receptive. I think we can all agree that guilt-tripping and displays of aggression aren't healthy under any circumstances, but many common behaviors are things that can happen outside of grooming, in other contexts, and be ok. (An old friend might give generous gifts purely out of friendship, but someone who's practically a stranger, giving generous gifts, acting like an old friend, is potentially predatory.) That's why it can be so hard to see. We can't simply ban their tools or latch onto keywords. There are no elements that are always present. There's no set pattern. There are few flags that are always red. It's not that simple.

The only reliable and realistic way to keep vulnerable ppl safe is to teach them to recognize potential grooming by looking at the entirety of the situation, to trust their feelings, and to speak up.

[pathetic-tboy]

nsfw blog

im 22, im a transsexual tboy. dont put me on your men dni blogs. heterosexual sub switch

im 3 years on testosterone, post op x2 (hysto and top surgery) and looking for a third lol (phallo). my lack of a uterus will not stop me from fetishposting about getting pregnant

i follow from mister-gender

18+ with age in bio to interact.

dms open to women/woman-adjacent who like (consensually or consensually nonconsensually) abusing/threatening tboy puppies. major plus if ur trans as well. cis men get shot on sight

NOTE: im not attracted to men but to all sub trans guys i reblog when i reblog ur sub trans guy posts im doing it because im a trans male sub, not that i want a male sub (or a sub at all). likewise ill reblog gender neutral stuff regardless of what tags is on it, but i promise im not seeing u as a woman, when i reblog sub trans guy stuff its bc i wanna be the guy in the post. if u rly dont want me to reblog anyway though just block this account idm

i also get a lot of mlm stuff on my dash and may not be able to differentiate if its gender neutral enough, so if u dont want me to reblog gay stuff just block me its ok idm, im not gonna hold it against u i block ppl who i dont necessarily DISLIKE all the time just bc their kinks r smth that doesnt align with mine and is a major turnoff

LIMITS:

-misgendering/detrans

-scat

-ageplay

-snuff/death

-birthing kinks (impreg is ok, its just the sexualization of giving birth thats the issue for me)

-sensory deprivation (receiving)

-p3d0b4it/"gr00m me"

KINKS:

-mpreg/breeding

-praise

-endearing degredation

-degredation

-oral

-gangbang

-monsters/aliens

-knives

-puppyplay

-bondage

-somno

-cnc

-power dynamic

-choking

-femdom (trans, im t4t)

-begging

-facefucking

-getting pissed on

-big sis

-kidnapping

GOOD TERMS:

-any compliment, like pretty or handsome (i dont see them as gendered)

-"good boy"

-anything degrading, but not feminine terms

-my [anything non-fem]

BAD TERMS:

-any pronouns besides he/him or it/its

-misgendering of any kind

-bitch (its just a nasty word)

DNI:

-"pro-map" (even if its just a kink)

-beastiality

-detrans/misgendering kink

-minors

-bigotted in any way

-chasers

-cis ppl. i mean idk what draws u to the tranny on tranny action blog but like. get out pls

-people who cant understand/respect boundaries like a normal fucking person

(note: just bc ur on my dni doesnt necessarily mean i dont like u or ur doing anything wrong i just may not be into what u post)

[neotrances-deactivated]

Man all I want to say is as an avid NGE fan I will never understand these people who attack u for aot mutuals and so on. Like I KNOW u are not talking about bb when you have a danganronpa icon a homestuck icon etc. these people just see you as problematic so they use every chance to attack u. Like I said earlier im an NGE fan and it would not be right of me to criticize U for liking media like that. NGE has its flaws but like most people. Including U. We watch normally / 'critically'

YUPPPP and thankyou but i’m fine it’s more annoying than it is stressful but also to touch on what u said in the first ask i don’t have problems with ppl like criticizing media when they like media that is equally bad it’s when that criticism turns into some weird superiority complex that makes a person go “well my problematic media is ok but ur problematic media makes u the devil” (and this is different from for example me not liking south park and making fun of south park but not being smug or whatever) it’s just an issue i see in here where ppl very clearly still have that “good taste gang” mentality when 90% of the shows in the “good taste gang” were highly bigoted in some way, and obviously this has more to do with case by case stuff bc some media is objectively worse than others etc but it’s just so bizarre getting on here seeing ppl with mp100 icons crucifying ppl with jojo blogs for racism etc when they refuse to even talk about / pretend the racism in their own media is nonexistent etc, this convo revolves around maturity honestly bc i (as a hater) love picking apart media and i often do this with things i like, this behavior isn’t inherently bad and it’s good to be able to analyze media and understand why certain elements are bigoted etc and uhhh idk where i was going with this but yeah

[dathen]

idk what tma discourse ur responding to but for me i personally like allo martin. As an ace person i find the idea of an allo person learning abt asexual identities and discussing boundaries and still being w the person as quite comforting. For a long time I thought that in a way I couldn't be w an allo person bc it couldn't work out, which isn't true.

I like asexual martin as well but my point is, to let people headcannon the character's sexualities? tma is delightfully queer in a vague way and people can explore that queerness in a miriad of ways.

That's just my opinion though! Enjoy your day

If you think I’m looking down on people’s right to hc Martin as allo, you must have not been reading any of my posts.  In fact, you really should examine your reaction of seeing someone *celebrating an ace headcanon* when it’s being attacked, and taking it as some sort of attack on your own.  I didn’t think this was a distinction I had to make since I haven’t said anything against allosexual Martin or anyone’s right to see him that way, other than saying it’s not canon and not some sort of default we’re bound to. 

I also like allo Martin headcanons.  I find worth in a LOT of interpretations of Martin, and actively seek out all kinds:  ace Martin is wonderful because I get to see a lot of myself reflected in a character I love and who shares a lot of other life experiences with me, plus it allows me to enjoy Jon/Martin without centering an allo perspective.  Allo Martin with sex averse Jon is great because it runs against the old aphobic discourse that ace people can’t be in a relationship with allo people, and that it’s “abusing” the allo partner to be in a sex-free relationship.  Sex-interested Martin in a polyship with sex-averse Jon and another sex-interested partner is great because polyships are wonderful and that kind of set-up is often wish fulfillment.  Lonely, inexperienced Martin is valuable because it allows exploration of a very real type of adult life we never see in media outside of mockery, rather than treating a robust social and sex life as the default.  ‘Everyone has a crush on Martin and he’s the most desired man on this block’ headcanons are great because that’s a rare portrayal for fat characters, and everyone SHOULD have a crush on Martin if they have any TASTE--.  

(Hell, the latter two are interchangeable for Jon and Martin for me--I love “everyone has a crush on Jon” with him as an asexual, heavily nd-coded character, but ‘Jon is lonely and isolated and his relationship with Martin is a rare exception’ is closer to canon themes and has so much value on its own.)

That’s the thing that’s exhausting about this kind of headcanon policing; people latch onto their favorite and find worth in it, but then insist all other kinds have no worth and can only have bigoted, hateful motivations.  Ace Martin must be because you’re trying to desexualize fat people, or think that ace people can only be in relationships with other ace people!  Polyship Jonmartin must be because you think Jon’s not good enough by himself!  Allo Martin with sex-averse Jon must mean you’re homophobic and against gay sex (this take didn’t come from ace Martin fans, but from aphobic fans attacking the writers of the show as “cowards for desexualizing a gay relationship by making Jon ace”)!

There are pitfalls to writing all of the above, which should be addressed on their own with nuance and research rather than projecting ultimate bad faith and banning the entire category as Wrong.  People take their own reasons for not enjoying a dynamic (fandom used to call them “squicks”) and project that onto the author as a bad motivation, and then rampage against it like it’s Problematic and needs to be stamped out.  

Being told that Martin IS ALLOSEXUAL and ABSOLUTELY FUCKS and is TOO HOT AND COOL to possibly be sexually inexperienced?  That having an ace headcanon for him is demeaning and dehumanizing, fatphobic and homophobic, and we need to “examine our biases” if we inflict it on him?  That’s just plain old acephobia on top of obnoxious headcanon policing.  Allo Martin is by far the most prevalent headcanon in the fandom--ace Martin is a tiny niche that only recently has gotten any attention, and most ace Martin works are by authors who normally write allo Martin.  Anyone who’s even glimpsed into the nsfw side of the fandom should immediately know how popular sexually active allo Martin is there.   Fics that explore Jon’s asexuality almost 100% do so with Martin as the allo partner, who is so much more experienced and knowledgeable that he often teaches Jon what asexuality is.*  

(*Which is becoming a bit of a squick of my own, because the prevalence of that + Jon learning from Georgie can feel very infantilizing towards Jon, and a lot of it is written as it being impossible for him to have found out on his own because he’s too incapable.  But I’m not going to look down on the entire category beyond just encouraging caution and nuance because I know a lot of those stories come from the angle of “I wish I had someone who told me so I’m going to write about that.”)

This is a long post but it applies to a lot more than just the ace/inexperienced Martin interpretation.  People need to be willing to just say “this isn’t for me, I don’t like this angle” and just learn to close out of the fic and just go find another one that appeals to them more.  

[yepiamthesmileyface]

Just Friends(?)

[Image description: screenshot of an ask sent by @nemesis-is-my-middle-name​ reading “38 - Everyone thinks we’re already dating, but we’re just best friends- oh wait? (if ur taking prompts idk)” end image description]

Read it on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28347906

Going to a Denny’s after a case was always a gamble. On one hand, there was hot, cheap junk food at whatever ungodly time they wrapped up their investigation; but on the other, sometimes the Denny’s had specimens like this. Vivi sighed, shoving a huge bite of her pancakes in her mouth and trying to tune out the ravings of the old white man who had stormed up to their booth — at three in the morning, mind you — and started screeching about how you should be ashamed of yourselves, displaying such perversions in public!! and three people living in sin!!

Normally, Vivi would have at least been making snarky comments, if not actually challenging him to a fight for insulting her and her boys like that, but...she was tucked comfortably under Lewis’s arm, the hand that wasn’t holding her fork reached across and resting on Arthur’s thigh. Also, it was literally three in the morning, she was covered in mud and slime from chasing a giant frog-creature around in a nearby river, and she had been awake for twenty-one consecutive hours. She took another bite. The pancakes tasted extra good for the exhaustion and ache sunk into her bones, strawberry topping and whipped cream and thick fluffy pancakes and maple syrup...it was almost enough to get her to forget about the man shrieking at them. She glanced back over at him, idly noting that his face was turning an interesting shade of puce.

The waiter walked back over with the same jaded, unfazed look he wore when the three of them had staggered into the Denny’s, soaked to the bone and absolutely covered in muck. He folded his arms and stared at the old man. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You’re disturbing the other guests.” The old man turned to look at the waiter, puffing up not unlike the giant frog the Mystery Skulls had captured and returned to its actual habitat not half an hour ago, and rapidly deflating as he took in the completely impassive, almost dead-eyed stare of the late-night Denny’s waiter. He hurried out of the building, spitting one last insult about how they were all going to hell for living in sin. Given that he had used that particular phrase about nineteen times, it had kind of lost its fire, as far as Vivi was concerned.

Vivi felt some of the tension drain out of Lewis, and she turned her head, looking over at her boys. Lewis looked relieved and tired, catching her eye and smiling at her, soft and warm and completely unguarded. There was a streak of mud high on his cheek, almost matting in his no-longer-pristine hair. She smiled back, the expression billowing up like a balloon on a current of love, and reached up to wipe the smear away. Lewis leaned into her touch, and she cupped his cheek for a moment before wiping her hand on her skirt and leaning forward a little to peer around Lewis’s chest in order to check on Arthur. In contrast, Arthur looked like a live wire of tension, like he would either shatter or vault over the table and sprint away if anything else happened. Her smile dropped.

The waiter turned to them, ready with a scripted apology that actually carried a note of sincerity that Lewis quickly waved off. As he took care of talking to the waiter, Vivi leaned across him, patting Arthur’s leg quickly to get his attention. 

Arthur jumped, nearly hitting his knees on the table. Vivi felt a little guilty, but quickly pushed through. “Hey. It’s alright. He’s gone.”

Arthur met her gaze, eyes wide and grin forced. His hair hung limp around his face, framing him beautifully in dark gold. “Y-yeah. Plus — plu-plus, h-he — was, wasn’t even may-making any, any, any se-sen-se.”

She bit her lip. If his stutter was coming out that strong, he was either much more anxious or much more tired than she thought. Probably a combination of both. Pulling up a warm, playful grin from the depths of her chilled bones, she said, “Yeah. I mean, his argument was both really painfully dumb and also really Christian-centric! I mean, hello, not everyone is Christian, I’m definitely not, so, like…”

Arthur continued on like he hadn’t even heard her, leg starting to bounce under the hand she just realized she never moved. “I me-mean, I mean, he — h-he — we, we’re — I mean, we’re jus-just, just friends. Wh— I do-don’t kno— I dunno why h-he tho-thougth we we-were —”

Vivi felt Lewis freeze under her, and she wasn’t far behind. She felt breathless, like she had been punched in the gut, like he had slapped her in the face instead of saying those three little words bouncing around her head. We’re just friends?! “Wait. Wait, what?!” The words came out closer to a whine than she would have liked them to, but she was too stunned to really care.

At the same time, Lewis gasped like he had been shot. “You’re — are you breaking up with us?!” He sounded like he was two seconds away from bursting into loud sobs in the middle of this Denny’s.

Arthur’s mouth dropped open, and he stared at them with eyes the size of dinner plates. A stunned silence fell over their booth, broken only by the wavering sound of Lewis’s breathing.

Before any more drama could happen, Vivi held up her hand, forcing the words out past the cold spot that had taken up residence between her lungs. “No. Nuh-uh. Arthur, one word answer, and we’ll talk about this all when it’s tomorrow. Are you breaking up with us?”

Arthur opened and closed his mouth a few times before volunteering a tentative, “N-no…?”

Her shoulders slumped as she let out an explosive sigh. “Alright. Let’s — tomorrow? Tomorrow, when we’re not all so tired, we’re gonna talk about this, yes?”

Arthur nodded slowly, still boggling at them for some reason. Vivi was too tired to puzzle his behavior over properly, so she just glanced up at Lewis, who also nodded, unwinding his arm from around her to wipe at his face.

The rest of the night seemed to pass in snapshots to Vivi’s tired mind. Their dinner being boxed up. Walking back to the motel, just across the parking lot. Patting Mystery on the head and telling him he’s a good boy yes he is. Collapsing face first into the delicious crisp coolness of the starched motel bed. Lewis’s deep, tired chuckle as he took her glasses off her face. The weight of another body next to hers, but not the two she had become accustomed to after countless nights on the futon in the van. 

The next morning, she woke up slowly to the smell of coffee, and made to roll over so she could sit up. Instead, the world plummeted around her as she rolled right off the bed with a sharp, panicked yelp, caught in a devious trap of tangled blankets and sheets. A soft, almost stifled snort came from her left, and a pair of hands reached into the gordian knot of fabric, deftly untangling her. She squinted up at the blur of color and fuzz, the pale yellow-orange blur instantly recognizable as Arthur.

Vivi huffed, knowing full well he was smirking at her, the bastard. “Oh, like you’ve never rolled off the bed before.” She flailed her hand towards the bedside table, groping around blindly and not finding her quarry. “Where the hell’re —” A yawn interrupted her, wide enough to make her jaw crack. 

The Arthur-blur disappeared for a second, and when he came back, he slipped her glasses into her hands, his hands nice and warm where they made contact with hers. “Lew had ‘em over on his side of the bed for some reason.”

She slipped her glasses on, and the world came into rose-tinted focus. “Thanks, Artie.” She looked around the motel room, noting a distinct lack of giant purple-headed fops and talking dogs, and frowned. “Speaking of, where is he?”

“He’s grabbing all our meds from the van, I think. At least, I’m hoping he’s grabbing all of ours, he just said he’d get the meds, but I didn’t —” Arthur cut himself off with a swig from his travel mug. “Oh, and Mystery took himself out for a walk a couple’a minutes ago.”

Vivi laughed. “He’s probably definitely grabbing all of our meds. Did he make coffee, or did you?”

“It’s from the breakfast buffet, actually. Burnt, but not horrible. Better than that place in Staccatto, anyway,” Arthur shrugged, walking over to sprawl on the couch. “I grabbed you a cup, too, don’t worry.”

“The mud we were wading around in yesterday woulda been better coffee than that place in Staccatto,” Vivi grumbled, picking herself up and making a beeline for the coffee. “I’m pretty sure it was dirt. At least fifty percent dirt.” Leaning against the wall as she drank, she picked at the feeling that she was forgetting something. Something important, not just the fact that she forgot to shower last night and as such was still covered in itchy, flaky mud and sweat and her socks were sagging down without fresh sock glue — she shook her head to clear it. She was forgetting something important, something that had happened the night before. The case had gone well, they were paid half upfront and they would get the other half later that day, Lewis was getting their meds, breakfast was either the buffet or leftovers...leftovers. Wait. Her eyes widened as the whole Denny’s escapade came back to her in a flash. The bigoted old man who had practically burst a vein yelling at them, Arthur’s comment about them being just friends — but he wasn’t breaking up with them, apparently???

Downing the rest of the coffee in one gulp, she glanced towards the door, then back to Arthur. She should wait, Vivi told herself sternly. She should wait for Lewis, because Lewis was an important part of their relationship, and he should not be left out of serious relationship discussions.

Luckily, she was saved from the antsy feeling creeping around under her shoulder blades by the sound of the door opening. Lewis ducked in, a tote bag bearing the logo of a kitschy tourist trap in his hand. He beamed as he noticed her, walking up and giving her a good morning kiss.

Vivi laughed, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him away lightly. “Lew, I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet! No morning breath kisses, we all agreed those were the worst.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Arthur start, but Lewis just laughed, walking over to the table and setting the bag down on it. He started to unpack, first his own rainbow pill caddy, then Vivi’s cylindrical one, and finally Arthur’s loose assortment of orange bottles. “Fine, fine. Meds, everybody, come and get it.”

Once they had all taken their various medications, and Arthur had been chided into using his coffee to take his meds instead of taking them dry, Vivi took a deep breath. “Okay. Boys, I think we need to have a serious conversation now.” Arthur stiffened, and his eyes darted towards the windows. Vivi immediately strode forward, sitting down on the couch next to him. “I will sit on you if I have to, Artie,” she warned him, only half joking.

Arthur sighed and slumped against the couch, covering his face with his hands. His ears were cherry-red, and Vivi couldn’t help but find it cute.

Despite the cuteness, she shared a worried glance with Lewis as he settled down on the bed across from the couch. Lewis shook his head, a worried frown pulling at his face. She took another deep, grounding breath, setting her shoulders and sitting up straight before she looked at Arthur. “Okay. Arthur. What was that last night? You — you said we were just friends,” and those words still stung like a winter wind, “But then you say you’re not breaking up with us?”

It came out a touch more accusatory than she wanted it to, and Lewis took over with a gentle, “We’re not mad, Arthur. Not disappointed, either, but — if you don’t want us to even say we’re dating when we’re in public, I wish you’d told us earlier. It’s okay if you don’t! It really is, I get it, but…”

Arthur went impossibly redder, and curled in on himself, drawing his knees up towards his chest. “I dndwrdn…” he whined, muffled by his hands.

“I didn’t catch that, sorry,” Vivi said, wrapping her hands lightly around his wrists and tugging gently, trying to get him to lower them. 

Arthur took a deep breath, dropped his hands, and half yelled, “I didn’t know we were dating!!!” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, his hands shot back up so fast he practically slapped himself in the face.

Vivi sat back, stunned. He...didn’t know? How could he possibly not know?!

“I — I, I, you — you never asked!” Arthur yelped.

Oh, she had said that out loud. “What do you — Arthur, we asked you out two months ago!”

Lewis raised his hands in a T, using the same tone he used on his sisters when they were getting too rowdy. “Okay, you two, time out!”

They both fell silent, turning to face Lewis.

Lewis tilted his head, looking at their boyfriend. Who...apparently didn’t know that he was their boyfriend. “Arthur...do you really not remember? We asked you out when we were back home, almost two months ago.”

“Okay, yes, it was a month, four weeks, and five days, not two months, but I don’t think semantic arguments are gonna be a big help here, babe,” Vivi grumbled.

Arthur shook his head wordlessly, still hiding his cherry-red face.

A month, four weeks, five days, and a handful of hours ago…

“It honestly feels so weird not living out of the van, doesn’t it?” Vivi mused, taking a bite of pizza.

“It really does. I’d completely forgotten what it was like to be woken up in the morning by forty pounds of overenthusiastic child launched directly at my sternum,” Lewis laughed, rubbing at his chest.

“Lew, we’ve only been road tripping for three months. That’s a bit quick, big guy,” Arthur snickered, pausing to shove half a slice of his weird oyster pizza in his mouth.

“It was so nice, though! The most I had to deal with while living with y’all is your pointy elbows!” Lewis leaned over and mussed Arthur’s hair. A laugh bubbled out of Arthur as he batted at Lewis’s hand futilely, trying to save his cone of hair gel. Laughing, Lewis subsided, pulling back. “But, yeah, I woke up this morning with a Cayenne-shaped bruise right on my sternum.”

Vivi winced sympathetically, shaking her head. “Ouch. Did she mean to?”

“Nah. Just excited.” Lewis’s smile turned fond. “They missed me. Demanded souvenirs and made me sit down and be their personal giant teddy bear as they watched Moana for the eighth time. Then Paprika gave me about twenty bead bracelets. When y’all come to the Paradiso, she’s got your piles waiting.”

“She’s still doing bead bracelets?” Vivi asked, a note of excitement in her voice. The last time they had all gotten bead bracelets from Paprika, it was right after the Peppers had explained what transgender meant, and the three of them had all gotten a bead bracelet with the word transgender wildly misspelled, the pink, white, and blue of the flag slapped randomly on there. It was the best piece of jewelry she owned — hers said “trasgenner”, Arthur’s said “trainsgandr”, and Lewis’s said “trasgeneer”. Paprika had been very determined to do it on her own, and had just gone with her best guess on each one.

“Yep! She’s got one for both of you that has your favorite animal as a charm,” Lewis revealed, grinning.

“Perfect!” Vivi did a very restrained fist pump.

Arthur hummed, staring at the pizza boxes on the table. It was almost a full twenty seconds before he grabbed another slice. “That actually sounds really nice. Both the, the bracelets and the personal teddy bear Moana thing.”

“Honestly, it wasn’t bad at all.”

Silence descended on their table, comfortable and companionable. Vivi shut her pizza box, setting her elbows on the table and propping her head on her hands, studying the two in front of her. Butterflies were building in her stomach — they were just both so beautiful, the warm noonday sunlight making both her boys glow in different ways. Arthur looked like he was wreathed in gold, his hair and eyes shining the same color as the sunlight. On the other hand, the warm light brought out the full richness of Lewis’s skin tone and made his hair gleam like the satin of his ascot, as well as glinting off his sparkly magenta nail polish. She made eye contact with Lewis, jerking her chin towards Arthur and wiggling her eyebrows.

Lewis blushed, glancing at Arthur nervously. Arthur, completely oblivious, simply leaned back in his chair, eyes drifting closed. He didn’t look tired, or, at least, not drop dead exhausted, just relaxed, happy, and full, so Vivi took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders.

“So, Artie...there’s something we’ve been meaning to ask you.”

Arthur opened his eyes, meeting her gaze curiously. There was no undercurrent of nervousness in his eyes, and Vivi was warmed to the core by his trust in them — she had asked an extremely open-ended question. “Huh? What’s up?”

Lewis cleared his throat. “We want to ask you if...Arthur, would you like to go out with us?”

“I thought that’s what we’re already doing right now…?” Arthur looked adorably confused, brow furrowed as he looked between them. 

Vivi shook her head. “No, like, as a date. Will you go on a date with us, and-or be our boyfriend?”

Arthur sat very still for a long moment (she wasn’t even sure he was breathing) before a grin unfolded across his face, as resplendent as the sun itself. “Yeah. I’d — I’d really love that. I — yeah. Yeah, I’ll go out with you and be your boyfriend.”

“Oh, perfect!” Vivi squealed, barely restraining herself from launching across the table and kissing him until he was more lipstick-mark than man. “When works best for you? Should we go somewhere in town, or wait til we’re on the road again? There’s this sushi place in Tremolo that I’ve just been dying to try, we should go there, if we’re waiting til we’re on the road again. Or just in general, it seems really good and I haven’t had good sushi in ages.”

Arthur tilted his head, clearly considering her words. His smile took on a wistful edge. “...y’know...I don’t really need all the fancy date stuff. Just...I’m happy to do what we’ve been doing, just...together. Having you guys be — being with you guys, romantically — that...that would be enough for me,” he said softly.

Lewis grinned over at him, soft and sappy, and opened his mouth. Before he could say anything, his phone rang in his pocket, and he pulled it out, grimacing a little as he checked the caller ID. “It’s Papá. Hold on, I gotta take this.” He stood up, stepping a bit away. Not a minute later, he stepped back, regretful smile firmly in place. “...sorry, guys. I’m needed back at the Paradiso for free childcare,” he joked.

“Aww…” Vivi was really only half disappointed. They had pretty much finished up lunch, only a few slices left between the three of them (none of them hers), and she had a shift at the Tome Tomb coming up soon, anyway. And, more importantly, they had asked Arthur out and he said yes! Their couple was now officially a polycule!

Arthur rubbed the back of his neck. “I can — give you a ride. I gotta get back to Uncle Lance’s place anyway, I’m...” he trailed off, and Vivi waited maybe ten seconds for him to finish his sentence before accepting that he had lost his train of thought.

“Well, then...the Tome Tomb ain’t far, I can walk. I guess this is the end of our first date,” Vivi sighed. She stood up, standing on her tiptoes and pulling Lewis down for a chaste kiss before walking over and pressing a kiss to Arthur’s stubble-roughened cheek — familiar territory that should have been safe enough, she did that in the post-case exhilaration at least half the time. 

Arthur blushed bright red anyway, and she left with a bright laugh, walking on clouds with the universe held in her hands.

A month, four weeks, five days, and a handful of hours after that…

Arthur groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Really?! I — guys, I had been awake for, like, two solid days at that point!”

“So you — you don’t remember us asking you out at all?” Lewis asked, shocked. 

“No! Or — well — ki-kinda? I — kinda thought I was dreaming…” Arthur trailed off into muttering, fidgeting with his bracelets and not making eye contact.

Vivi paused for a moment, eyebrows creeping up. “Wow. Way to inflate our egos, there, Artie,” she joked. 

“Wh— how am I inflating your ego?!” Arthur jerked his head up to look at her.

“We asked you out and you literally thought you were dreaming. We’re literally your dream partners!” She cackled.

Instead of laughing, Arthur rubbed the back of his neck, looking down, his words spilling out in a jumble. “Um. Y-yeah, actually...I — didn’t think it was — I, I mean, I’d, um I’d had dreams...like that...before. And...uh. Since then if I’m being honest.”

Vivi felt a blush rising in her cheeks, and she covered her mouth. 

“That’s...that’s incredibly sweet, Artie…” Lewis managed, blushing harder than she was. 

Vivi cleared her throat. “Sap,” she managed, shaking her head fondly.

Arthur took a deep, shaky breath. “So, um. Can...can we start over? On dating? I do — I really, really do want to date you guys, for real, I just...didn’t...know?”

“Of course!” Vivi and Lewis exclaimed in accidental unison.

“And this time you’ve definitely slept enough to be lucid,” Lewis added on lightheartedly. “You were snoring before I fell asleep.”

“Well…” Arthur smiled, lopsided. “I’m pretty sure I am, anyway. Lucid, that is — and how could you hear me snoring over Vivi’s, anyway? But, uh —”

“— Hey!” Vivi interrupted. “I don’t snore that loud!”

“You sound like a train, Vivs,” Arthur teased, before clearing his throat. “But, uh. Anyway. Wanna...wanna pinch me so I’m sure I’m not dreaming this time?”

Vivi smirked at him. “I’ll do you one better, actually.” 

Before he could respond, Vivi leaned over, pressing a kiss to his lips. It took him a moment to react, startled, but he hesitantly started to kiss back after a second or two. There weren’t any fireworks, at least for her; if anything, it felt like being electrocuted, but in a good way, sparks shooting through her whole body, curling her toes and making her fingertips tingle. Arthur’s hand came up to grip at her sweater. Vivi kept the kiss chaste, and pulled back after a moment, glancing at Lewis.

Lewis pouted at her, a smile tugging at his lips and his voice. “Aww, I wanted to kiss him first, you got to do it at the restaurant.”

Arthur licked his lips, breath coming out a little funny, and swallowed hard before he got up and stepped towards Lewis, grinning crookedly. “W-well...consolation prize?”

Lewis let out a bark of laughter, startling Arthur into jumping a little, and pulled Arthur close with a gentle hand. “I can live with that,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss him. 

Vivi settled back, watching her boys kiss from the lumpy motel couch. It felt like coming home, like kicking off her shoes and shedding her stress as easily as taking off her scarf. She ran her tongue over her teeth absentmindedly, and grimaced. “Whoops. Sorry, Artie, didn’t mean for our first kiss to be a morning breath kiss.”

Arthur broke away from the kiss he was sharing with Lewis to blink at her, swaying a little bit. “...huh?” he managed, brain visibly rebooting. “Oh! Uh. It’s okay, I don’t think I...noticed?”

“Still, it’s the principle of the matter,” Vivi wrinkled her nose, standing up. “I’ll be right back, you two keep doing what you’re doing.” She tossed in a wink for good measure, and made her way to the bathroom with the accompaniment of Arthur’s flustered squeak and Lewis’s deep, rich laughter.

[littlebabycrybtch]

dude literally why are ppl so fucking stupid the way they talk about slur reclamation nowadays.... as if like... bigots care and are nuanced abt the exact label you use or the way you experience minority status. yall are wayyy too fucking illusioned by this social media shit im sorry but literally you need to get real and pay some attention to how real world oppression works instead of focusing on applying your own ideas. it sucks but i mean... ur analysis doesnt matter to them. their actions hold bigger consequences. ig in your world, it makes sense that slurs would have strict rules on how theyre used or smth, but in the real world its more broad than that, and you cant just literally ignore that for your own concepts and expect that to be worth anything realistic for social justice. if a person with the power to oppress you intentionally calls you a relevant slur They Decide Applies to you, bc idk, Slurs Are Derogatory Terms Invented By The Bigots First, then uhh. theyre the one with the power to use it like that unfortunately. people reacting to that are not your enemy. like i apologize from the bottom of my heart fake modern activists with twitter brainrot, but if im queer and cishets regularly call me a d*ke or a f*g or tr*nny.... theyre calling me that intentionally. sry you disagree but doesnt really matter man, it does more social damage for them to say that to me than it EVER could me calling myself that to feel empowered and normalize lgbt+ pride. normal adults understand this like lmfaooo im sorry but it literally is such a blatant ‘i dont get how things work’ stance to be like , ‘specific genders and sexualities within the lgbt+ community are called specific slurs by the smartest most well informed bigots in the world who read discourse blogs consistently to decide how they behave, they use slurs like socks that match the days of the week’ girl . to cishets we are all one race the f*ggot race and it fucking sucks ! but literally the best response is to use the damn terms Positively just as broadly as they do. how tf does ur tiny brain work to be SO exclusive club-mentality abt Every single possible topic of OPPRESSION, this isnt the thing to be uppity over dude use ur head, trans men or lesbians or bisexuals using the f slur are not gonna hurt you and to even think that is so fuckin detached 

[autisticstarseed]

lmao sorry to be that bitch but let me put tumblr ableism this way. autistic people annoying you by being cringe or uptight, <<<<<<<<<<<< Centuries of abuse, Murder, eugenics, violence, exploitation, and ongoing systemic oppression. the r word was written on our medical records as a legal excuse to lock us up in torturous abusive hospitals for the rest of our lives. the murder of us has been encouraged and normalized in many different aspects of society as a ‘putting them out of their misery’ solution. ive had people tell me they feel bad that my parents ‘let me live’. we’ve been sterilized and left to die and after all that we’re still here. so idk like. lmao you’re gonna listen and not make jokes when we tell you you fucked up even if you think its ‘too much’ bc you’re gonna live through it! not all of us have lived through allistic ‘’’fuck ups’’’ before, tbh!! and sit down for this one but yall u r grown you can seriously fucking handle being a decent person and letting that rando talk about how supernatural is their special interest as a completely harmless attempt at positive Social interaction on your entirely public not personal Social media post you made for Socializing with people ! like dude sd;l;sosdfk im so sorry an autistic came and ruined your post how awful for you ig but idk why that makes oyu all feel so fucking Oppressed when that shit happens lmao like. stop WHINING abt such meaningless social awkwardness to actual oppressed people you fake activist cringe bitches, you are not oppressed by autistic people talking. you’re not oppressed by us Existing. we’re not ‘’‘rude'’’ and its not hurting you, ur just rly that sensitive to divergence frankly and obsessed with being conformist to ur own standards that you built in society while intentionally oppressing and rejecting us and think your comfortable existence trumps making ours less miserable. i mean for gods sake. you can ignore us. like how is your behavior not telling when as an oppressed person i have to say, please, just fucking ignore us if you hate our interactions with you that much instead of harassing us publicly about it.

autistic people are not oppressing you, your social ideals are a prison, and well if you’re allistic uh, you sure do have some oppressive history towards others (aka blood on your hands) that you should take the fuck into account and recognize before you start letting yourself develop even an Ounce of disdain towards us. including the fucking ‘’’annoying’’’ ones. like. oh my god activism isnt abt picking and choosing whos relatable and fun enough to have in ur cool minority gang tm fuck you hollow ass club mentality people to Hell, but have you really not considered you might just be boring and restrictive if the mere sight of someone elses passion that you cant wholly resonate with makes you like Intolerably uncomfortable. have yall considered that Your idea of annoying could have inherently ignorant/bigoted concepts ingrained in it bc you benefit from privilege in an ableist allistic centric society. also have you considered gargle my dick and balls if you think autistic ppl owe you the regulation of our harmless behaviors for your nowmal people comfowt like. oh my Goddd you guys thats not a real problem and at the very least ur cringe is not Comparable to what we go thru everyday just shut up like it is so funny when you all act like we are Forcing you into Emotional Labor bc we try to talk to you and also experience autism symptoms at the same time or try to tell you that u did smth bigoted to us like sjdfsjdfs bite me bitch you’re oppressing me not the other way around. ‘wah wah the cringe autism tumblr kinnie wants to talk abt su’ mam autistic ppl are actually oppressed can u please get over this attitude ur embarassing urself