Skill Issue, It Always Works For Me. (/lh)

Hi! Urr... I've read your tags in the nekro post, about you being gay aro/ace so, happy ace day!!! 🎉

Sorry if you didn't asked for a happy ace day today. I don't mean to let you uncomfortable. Its just that your insecurity is something that never reached my friends group and we full of recently discovered assexual ppl so, seeing how everyone discovers and is insecure about it in different ways makes it clearer and clearer how bullshit heteronormativity is and how much shit ace/aro ppl have to take.

Anyways, happy your own level of sexual attraction day! ✨️

I love you so much, anon, thank you!

This made my day, seriously. I hope you have a happy day every day of your life forever!!!💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Im thinking about roadrat again. Incase you couldnt tell.

Me, while venting my vivid paranoia feuled fears to my very concerned brother: aw man, i typed is instead of i there. How embarrassing :\

every time i see fanart of viktor without his cane or crutch i die a little bit inside

Sleep is a mistress of whom i wish to break, but such a temptress are they.

They whisper sweet nothings to me, sooth my aches while fanning the flames of my anxieties. They whisper of choices and possibilities, they murmer of joys and woes to come. They squeeze my heart till i can no longer breathe, they soften the agony by humming a wordless tune and luring me to the edge of a floating nothingness.

THEN THEY LEAVE ME WANTING AND ENRAGED AT TWO AM AND I HEAR HIDE NOR HARE OF THEM TILL THE NEXT NIGHT.

I set traps, i lay offerings, somenights i get so frustrated, my mind hanging on threads fraying by the second, that i can do naught more than lock the door and wait.

BUT AS I WATCH HELPLESSLY THEY EXPERTLY DISMANTLE MY TRAPS IN SECONDS, COOING AT MY FEEBLE ATTEMPTS. THEY SPARE ONLY A GLANCE AT WHAT PITIFUL OFFERINGS I CAN SCROUNGE TOGETHER, A NEW ADDITION EVERY NIGHT.

They stroll down to me dawning a ghost of a smile, so faint I wonder if it was ever there to begin. They sit next to me and they whisper. They murmer they hum until i am caught pitifully in the fantasy they craft. The guide me to the floor, i rest my head on the rot, i feel it invading my skull. The promises fall from their lips like wool shedding off to reveal coarse fur.

THEN THEY SIMPLY UNLOCK THE DOOR AND I AM LEFT ONLY WITH MISERY AND THEIR AWFUL VISAGE IN THE WIND.

:)

Design your own Hank and I’ll Selfship with him /srs

(HANK BELONGS TO RAYCHEL, MY FRIEND :>>)

QUICK!!

two dudes catching up but then an achievement pops up above them thats says "BECHDEL TEST PASSED" and they both look at each other and go "so ive been meaning to tell you something"