#they're a qpr in this i guess

[kame-writes]

New RadioStatic one-shot is up!

Left alone in Voxs quarters, Alastor reflects on his silly little picture box, and how far Vox has come since they first met.

[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.

[velvet-games]

I am absolutely overthinking fun fandom stuff again but I think what's so important to me about radiostatic is the reconcilliation part. like whether or not it makes sense, I have such a serious emotional need to see two people try to kill each other and be able to recover and become friends again anyway.

spending a bunch of time with someone I have a very complicated relationship with recently has brought up a lot of feelings, and I just. want there to be some hope I guess? it's too painful to think about reconciling with this person in real life, but it's so comforting to think the pain might go away for someone.

something I really want to write about is the feeling of betrayal when you're both very close to and also hate someone; every time they make you laugh or you share something you love with them, every time you enjoy their company, it's like you're betraying the version of yourself that hated them so much. how can someone who's hurt you so badly share a face with someone you so desperately want to make happy?

I actually have gotten over it with some people (that I hated less intensely). honestly, I think it just came down to us becoming different people (a little amnesia helped too lol); still us, but matured enough to apologize and not hurt each other again. it felt too good to be true at first, but sometimes you just need some time apart to become the right people for each other.

I want that for alastor and vox. I want them to come to their own realizations that they want to change, then meet with they have that willingness. I think that would lend itself to a fun (terrible) dynamic where they both want to make the relationship better but are worried the other person isn't. I want them to waste a lot of time testing each other and anticipating betrayal before they're both so fucking sick of it that they jump into the deep end together. I want what they interpret as a honeymoon phase when they first try making up to just be what their relationship will become when they finally communicate. I want them to spend time together and enjoy it and realize they miss each other so much that they're forced to admit they'd do anything to be friends again. I want them to make each other so happy that they're glad they're in hell for eternity because it means eternity together.

[governmentmandatedryujinstan420]

i'm not even gonna give context for this just know i love all binnie bromies for being better than i ever will in the hear me out on these two conversation because at least they actually like each other without using olympics style delulu to deduce that they mayhaps do

[itscuntingseason]

gwen and hobie, my favourite qpr

[babacontainsmultitudes]

“Do you like to be kissed?”

…

"Kissed where?"

(Or, Cassandra tries to learn a bit more about her best friend Sparrow.)

-----------------------------------

Would we still be besties if I took my Sparrow and Cassandra barbies and made them smooch? Would we still be besties if I told you all about it?

Yeah, yeah I’m shy as all hell sharing this but I wrote about our lovely little crack (friend)ship. Honestly y’all writing fanfiction is still very new to me period but most especially this is the first time I try writing... this kind of scene so please have mercy but also if you read it I’d love you forever (or at least for a while).

[lucifer-kane]

Threw some color on an old Gordon and Warren piece bc I forgot how much I liked it

[scramble-crossing]

The biggest plot twist of my blog is that despite it being one of my top tags I don't even ship joshneku. Not one bit. But their dynamic is cool and the fan content is banging and I have no qualms against it so here we are I guess

[peridots-pixiwolf]

[Start ID. A green-toned drawing of two characters from an original universe, shown from the shoulders up. It's framed as though they're taking a selfie. On the left is Heathrow, a human with dark skin, long hair, a good number of facial scars, and two painted lines below each eye. He wears something akin to a green hoodie, with fluffy plant matter sewn into the back of the hood. On the right is Crassie, a half elf, which in this universe entails long pointed ears, a pair of short pale horns, a slightly rabbit-like nose and markings under her eyes. Her skin is olive-toned, sporting a couple distinct scars on her face and hand, and she's wearing what is essentially a bush and spiked glovelets. Both of them are smiling, Crassie a little bit wide-eyed and Heathrow with a fond expression. The background's a saturated green with the text "1 YEAR!". End ID]

A redraw-in-spirit of the post from last year's Feb 16 that introduced these two to my blog. It's their birthday :]

[cj-the-random-artist]

Ok hear me out: Narilamb but they're both aroace and in a qpr.

I've been rolling around in my head for like a long long time this idea that Narinder and Lambert could both be aroace and (after like. A couple of centuries or so) end up in this like very comfortable very close relationship that neither of them define as anything specific other than calling it a "companionship". But on the other hand most of the cult thinks that they're dating in secret or something despite the fact that both of them have said they don't take lovers, because they are clearly very tight but maybe not super openly so, so maybe the cultists thing they're being secretive and hiding something or something like that. Idk but my aroace brain loves thinking about extremely close (mostly) platonic relationships and for some reason my brain decided hmm. I'm going to take this and throw it at Narilamb and see how I like it.

So then I decided to make a ridiculous joke comic about Narinder asking Lambert's hand in marriage specifically because he wants to get out of paying taxes. Because like, I know that spouse followers do actually still have to pay taxes in the actual game but. Hey Narinder and Lambert have presumably never married so they probably don't know that...? Honestly the only reason I made this was because the concept tickled me and I spent too much time on this for no one to see it, so. This comic and all it's absolute ridiculousness be upon ye.

While there's a tiny part of me that's been thinking about making this into an AU (which I'd probably call something like the "Strictly Platonic AU" or something), I know for a fact that I would blatantly not do anything legitimate with it so. It's an unofficial AU I guess?? But. Anyways. I thought this would be funny. Enjoy my ramblings and I hope you enjoy this thing that I spent. Actual time on. Lol

[fuctacles]

@genderthings Robin's Gender Week Day 1, prompt: "sharing pronouns", taken literally | Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Ao3

T | 594 | Genderfluid/Queer Robin(&Steve) | QPR Stobin, hinted Steddie and Rovickie | Modernish AU

I'll have what they're having

"How are we feeling today?" Robin asks the mirror, squinting at it like its holding more than just a reflection of an indecisive person. 

Behind, a flurry of hair and blankets raises up from the unmade bed.

"Kinda fem, honestly," Steve says. "I want to wear these star earrings."

"Ooh," Robin's eyes sparkle. "Are we doing a space theme?"

Steve hums.

"But like, the night sky. Not the nerd NASA stuff."

Robin scoffs. 

"Night sky is nerdy, you doofus." With a fond eye roll, the requested earrings get laid out on their old, thrifted vanity. "With that navy shirt with purple swirlies? It kinda looks like a galaxy."

"Paisley."

"What?" Robin frowns, already pulling the mentioned shirt out of the closet.  

"The pattern. It's called paisley."

"Okay, diva."

At first, Steve scoffs at the jab, but then makes a thoughtful sound. 

"No, you know what? Can that be our pronouns for today? Diva/divine?"

"Hm, are we feeling more this one, then?" Robin picks up on the mood instantly, diving deeper into the closet to pull out something with sparkling, puffy sleeves. 

"Hell yeah, we do!" Steve grins, rolling out of the bed to join the outfit picking. Robin is the one to end up in the paisley shirt, thrown over a thin black turtleneck. The star earrings are a part of a set, and Robin gets to wear the moon necklace that goes with them. 

"So, she/they?" Steve asks, hand hovering over the finishing touch—a small pile of pronoun pins, each in two copies.

"They/she for me, please?" Robin extends their hand.

"There you go." Steve plucks out the requested pin. They're all simple black-on-white bars, easiest to match with most outfits. And get the most pronoun combinations in. 

"We should really get a display banner for them," she purses her lips, putting hands on her hips.

"Ugh, yeah," Robin scrunches their nose at the messy pile of too many, too similar pins. "Do you want to go thrifting today? We could—"

"No," Steve cuts them off immediately and grabs their shoulders to turn them around and walk out of the bedroom. "Absolutely not, we don't have the money or space for more stuff."

Robin huffs but doesn't argue. They know she's right. 

"I guess we could ask someone. Eddie one hundred percent has some leftover fabric lying around. He's always working on something."

Stevie hums. 

"Yeah, maybe he'll even make one for us, if we ask nicely."

"Ha! He will if you ask," they correct, quickly ducking out of their friend's grasp before she can use it against them.

"Well, maybe you should ask Vickie, then," she puts her hands on her hips. "Doesn't she help in the costume department?"

Robin's eyes widen, and Stevie knows it's not about Vickie anymore. 

"No. No, no, no, no, no, we'll just go to Eddie. You know what happened the last time you went into the dressing rooms."

"Uh, I got eaten out within an inch of my life by a hot actress?" they try, pouring two cups of coffee and grabbing the pastries leftover from yesterday. Breakfast of champions. 

"And brought home two bags full of scraps!"

Robin makes a 'hngh' sound deep in their throat and Stevie knows, she can relate. It was piles upon piles of treasure, but it took all of their friends to get rid of. They helped to clean up, and actually make use of everything. The glitter and feathers still lingered in the corners of their bedroom. 

"Fine," they sigh, settling down by the table. "We'll go to Eddie." 

[leashybebes]

fuck it friday

tagged by @bidisasterevankinard more from my qpr buddie fic featuring aspec eddie and bucktommy, which is inching ever closer to being done. i think this is my favourite part

"So, when I was…learning and unlearning, doing a lot of reading, I came across this term." Eddie takes a breath, takes a beat. As soon as he saw the word it pinged something in him, spoke to him in a way it'd unknowingly taken him years to be ready to hear. Buck has been amazing today, but there's no guarantee this will resonate with him the way it has with Eddie. So he takes a moment, wishes Buck was looking at him maybe thirty percent less attentively.

"It's, uh - " he has to pause again to wet his lips. "Queer-platonic."

"Okay." Buck sounds curious.

"Oh, you didn't get that far in your research deep dive?"

"Wait, you get to make jokes?"

Eddie laughs, because it's going to be okay. It really is. "You can make jokes if you want, too."

Buck angles himself more fully towards Eddie, leaning forward in a way that can't be comfortable in the chair, but puts him more unavoidably in Eddie's eyeline. "I don't wanna make jokes. Eddie. Tell me."

"Okay," Eddie says. "I mean, there's not one definition or anything. But it's like - a friendship that goes beyond what most people think is normal for a friendship. Like it's deep and - and committed, you know? I don't know, this stuff is complicated, man."

"Tell me about it," Buck commiserates.

"But I think the idea I ended up liking best was queering the definition of friendship. Like it's not romantic, or sexual - or I guess it, I don't know, it's complicated. It doesn't have to be romantic or sexual, but it's still something so much more than a regular friendship. Like that's your person, you know? So some people outside the relationship might think it's romantic?"

"I'm not sure Ravi doesn't still think we're divorced, you know," Buck says with a grin.

"Right. Like that. So they're like - they're the person you want to tell the good and the bad things to. You might run your major life decisions past them. Some people live together, but - take that look off your face, I do not want to live with you."

"I'm a delight," Buck says, and Eddie rolls his eyes.

"You're a nightmare. So. So, yeah, I guess the way I think about it is that it's the person your life is most intertwined with. Some people - they might have, like, a legal backing. They might - they might raise a kid together." It's been true for so long, but he's never felt safe to say it before, and he doesn't know why, because Buck's face goes soft and adoring - his Christopher face. 

"They might be each other's medical proxy, maybe?" Buck suggests. 

Eddie has to laugh. "Maybe, yeah."

"Maybe like." Buck swallows, his eyes starting to look a little watery. "Maybe the first person they believed was gonna stay forever."

"Buck." It's Eddie's turn to swallow - more like gulp as he says, "Yeah. You and me? That's exactly the way I wanna be loved. That's what I wanted to say, really, when you get right down to it. That you showed me how I want to be loved." Eddie's wobbling by the end of that, his eyes itching but Buck is a wreck, tears absolutely streaming down his face.

"Aw, Buck. I'm sorry."

"Don't - don't be sorry," Buck says, grabbing a handful of tissues from the table between them. "Eddie, I love you so much. I'm so happy you told me."

Eddie feels faint with relief. "You are?"

"Yes."

no pressure tags for @powersuitup, @geddyqueer, @agentpeggycartering and @buckevantommy

[furst1ded]

Thoughts on Shipping Alastor from an AroAce person

(this entire thing is copy and pasted excerpts from a Discord rant so if the grammar is funky, that's why, I just felt like giving my 2 cents on the topic)

Aroace people can still participate in romantic and sexual interactions. All being aro/ace/aroace means is you don't feel romantic/sexual attraction upon seeing other people. You can feel it later on or in waves or could never feel that attraction but still can participate and love others in a fulfilling way. Some aroace people are fine performing intimacy onto others but dislike reciprocation, others are the opposite where they're fine receiving but not giving. It's a spectrum.

The nuances of asexuality and aromanticism aside, you can be in a relationship without being in a relationship. Platonic relationships beyond friendship are a thing (QPRs for example). But like, I get it. Not everyone who ships Alastor keeps it confined to a QPR. And his character seems pretty sex-repulsed and romance-averse. But here's the other thing. He's fictional. As long as his character remains aroace in canon, fans taking the silly radio man and making him kiss the devil isn't taking away from aroace representation.

This next bit is coming from me as an AroAce person myself. I ship Alastor. I write/read him kissing people and fucking and acting romantic. And guess what? It's related to expressing my sexuality. Alastor is one of my favorite characters in anything ever and I love that there's a character that represents a facet of myself in a popular media. I relate to him so goddamn much and that's why I ship him. He's a fictional character I like that I project onto, so I use him as a way to navigate and explore romantic/sexual relationships that I'm never going to participate in myself. He's not real so I just puppet him around to live through vicariously in the scenarios I don't want to be a part of myself but find super interesting. It's not anything new, I do the same with my own characters in the stories I write them in, it's part of storytelling, I just use him for a specific type of story for a specfic part of myself.

It's not like we're hurting anybody by shipping him. We're not drastically effecting canon and making him an alloromantic. I've seen plenty of fics that ship him that either make it a QPR or they thoroughly explore the nuances of his asexuality and what subtype of sexuality he is and how he navigates it and I love those fics because they speak to me on a spiritual level. Grayromantic Alastor, demisexual alastor, sex-repulsed but romance-favorable Alastor, sex-repulsed and romance-averse Alastor in a one-sided ship fic, etc they're all so important to me because it helps me live out my own sexuality and romantic orientation and explore myself.

I get it. Not everyone is respectful. Not everyone feels the way I do and use characters in this way. It can suck seeing people just ignore his sexuality when asexuals and aromantics don't get much in terms of screen-time. But you can't control everybody and what work they put out. And trying to censor stuff like that does more harm than good. I just explained why fics involving Alastor are so important to me. They normalize QPRs and aroaces being in relationships. That's probably what pisses me off the fucking most. If we're not allowed to write about aroaces being in relationships or romantic/sexual situations, you put aroaces into a box. A box where every aroace is perceived as sexless and loveless, which just isn't true. A box where aroaces are prudes or infants who can't handle hearing the word "sex". It's just so frustrating. You can be mad at fics that expressly rewrite or stomp on his sexuality, sure. You can't stop them, but you can disapprove of them. But let the rest of us have our fun making the literal devil and TV head man have the hots for a man whose teeth are yellower than the sun, Jesus Christ.

TL;DR: asexuality is a spectrum, I'm aroace and use shipping as a way to explore and express myself and I know I'm not the only one, trying to suppress works where an Aroace character is seen participating in romance or sex can actually be harmful in that it promotes only one idea of what being aroace is, and at the end of the day the character I'm talking about doesn't even exist.

[ghousttm]

Gilgamesh, he was a powerful man. Too powerful for his own ego.

And so the Gods thought,

"Chains of the hardest metal..

or bars of the toughest rock

Could not hold this man down.

For he is too might, and far too proud."

and so another God suggested

"Then we shall anchor not his flesh,

but his pride."

And so, for Gilgamesh, they created a man,

One who will love the proud demigod, and one who will be loved by him incredibly

And so, they created Enkidu

gilgamesh x enkidu yaoi during philosophy class!? 😭😭😭

[monscrow]

intro post, i guess!!!

askbox open only on weekends (when i remember lol); got too overwhelmed by spam, my apologies.

last updated 30/jan/2025

⚠️flash warning for blinkies at the bottom⚠️

free gaza, free palestine, stop genocide. you don't agree? block me.

i go by both mons and crow.

my pronouns are they/them, he/him and any neos/xenos that you think would fit either comedically or off of vibes.

lvl 16, so, a minor !! beware

aroacespec, something like that; qprs are sick asf and all hail relationship anarchy.

art sideblog is @monscrowdraws

audhdcd (asd + adhd + ocd 😻😋) and hEDS. i use tonetags, feel free to ask for clarification!!!

bday is oct 7. 🎉🎉🎉

i'm mexican 🇲🇽!! i speak both spanish and english.

timezone is cst/utc-6.

i say slurs i can reclaim (mainly the f and t queer ones) and swear a lot, though if that makes you uncomfortable please either block me or lmk so i can try to tone it down when around you.

i love interacting!! feel free to tag me in stuff, send some asks (be it on anon or not), or message me! moots can ask for my discord even if we've never actually talked before. though i suck at keeping consistent; nothing personal i promise</3 /gen

i tend to spam-reblog so do with that information what you will.

some tags you might see me use here and there:

#mons rambles ← just my thoughts, ideas, opinions, and whatever i feel like throwing into the tumblr void.

#ask a crow / #anon asks ← askbox replies.

#save / #art save / #fav / #hellsite faves ← these are more for myself, but yeah they're pretty self-descriptive. just in case you get curious or anything.

hyperfixations/interests/things i'm passionate about !!! i guess, kinda

→ mcr (+ most of the members' solo projects)

→ killjoys (california + national anthem, but mainly calif and fanon)

→ demolition lovers lore (i have literally written like at least three different essays about it for school help me i'm so serious)

→ emo/alt/diy culture

→ will wood

→ bandom in general

→ sonic the hedgehog (franchise) (SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG IS EVERYTHING BTW)

→ graphic design, arts and crafts, illustration (that's right y'all graphic design IS my passion 😔)

→ fnaf (bonnie fnaf they could never make me hate you)

→ cosplay/costume-making

→ d&d

→ crows (no way, crow, really???)

→ australian shepherds

→ the umbrella academy (s4 isn't canon in my heart + currently reading the comics !!! )

→ gravity falls

→ neurodivergencies/psychology/disabilities (this one's pretty meta ngl)

→ lgbtqia+ identities (emphasis on the aroace-spec ones + relationship anarchy)

→ politics/activism

→ linguistics + conlangs

→ fantasy in general (high fantasy, magic, vampires, tieflings, you name it)

→ boardgames

→ the count of monte cristo (book + 2024 movie)

→ webfishing :3

→ uhhhh there's more but i don't remember rn, i'll keep adding as i see fit (probably... maybe..... perhaps....... quizás........ puede ser..........)

dni

trump supporters, terfs, transphobes, anti lgbtqia+/queerphobics, exclusionists, ableists, racists, prolifers/antichoicers, proshippers/anti-antis, irl gore, pro-israel/zionists, pro-ai generated "content", pro-nft, non-critical media consumers, classists, ed blogs, sh blogs.

also, i'm aware that dnis tend to not be effective and i probably will still get shitty ppl in my inbox so i can and will block. though i'm p chill as long as you're chill. this blog is run by a very neurodivergent, mentally ill, mexican, transmasc, aroace faggot, and any kind of bigoted hatred will not be tolerated.

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pssst btw, before you go, if you read my intro post i'd heavily encourage you to like it, so i can know!!! :] (/nf though!)

[bloggingboutburgers]

hello there. i noticed you sometime give advice related to qprs so i thought i should go to you. you can ignore this though no worries

so i am in a qpr, but i am also non-partnering + am no longer connected to the queerplatonic label. if it were with anyone else, i wouldn't be in a qpr or any other kind of partnership. (i got into the qpr before i realized i was non-partnering)

while i am comfortable labeling our relationship as a qpr, i am worried that it's really one-sided and unfair? like i don't give enough care into our label, and i notice they talk about it way more than i do. it's like they enjoy the label way more than i do, and their partner should match the same energy. but i don't.

they say they're happy and fulfilled but idk. is it really right for me to be in a qpr if it's not something i actively want?

thank you for reading.

I think in a lot of ways, I can relate with you tbh – I hope that's OK to say.

I also didn't have any plans on getting any kind of partner before by queerplatonic partner offered the idea of a qpr, and I kind of went into it in a very shruggy anticlimatic way at first – which took them aback a fair bit. I also think if it weren't for them offering, and their orientations being so compatible with mine in what we're OK or not OK with, I may very well never have been in a qpr.

There's also some words they're comfortable with using that I'm not – notably the word "dating", which I always do a double-take on, even though for some reason I'm OK with the occasional word "date" to talk about our hangouts (I guess it's because I don't necessarily perceive it quite as romantic-coded since the word "playdate" is used for kids for instance? idk).

I also worry similarly at times that I'm not as comfortable with some words or labels as they are. But in fairness, I guess I've tried as much as I could to match their enthusiasm on a fair amount of things in my own way, to do them justice – well, I really shouldn't say "tried". It never felt like effort or a chore. And it never was to the point where I felt I had to bend my own personality or identity out of shape. A lot of the time it seems we're also both very happy to each take things at our own personal rhythms.

But also and most importantly... From what I can remember, whenever I bring up doubt, my partner also tells me they're happy and fulfilled – and if there's a problem, they'll bring it up – so I trust them. So... I guess I can only encourage you to do the same? The way I see it, as long as you're vibing with that person and with the relationship you have, however it's labelled, and as long as it doesn't feel like a chore, something uncomfortable, or something you're forcing yourself to bear with every day, I don't think you're being unfair, and I think you have every right. It doesn't have to be something you actively want, as long as it's something you like!

If you're just going through the motions and not comfortable with your situation and just putting up a front, though, that's a different story, it's not quite as fair to you or them and it could build resentment which could turn into something worse. But it doesn't have to be that way, and it could very well be that you're happy with what you have and just don't use the same words as your partner to describe your shared situation, and honestly, that's OK in my book, as long as it's OK with them as well! You're not expected to be the same person and process things the same way, as long as you each know how the other feels and are OK with that I think it's the most important, and it's plenty fair.