THAT WOULD SO WORK THO

Middle aged men can have pink sparkles if they want them

middle aged man bishie sparkles….. i’ve never respected capcom more

The expectation of sexuality among teens is what really irks me.

It was most confusing and alarming to me when books, media, medical professionals, hell even my parents made me feel like I was supposed to one day look at a boy my age and get the vapors or something. Like everything would be all rosy, butterflies would float into the air, the sun would beam upon my skin, and the sky would clear because of some budding attraction that according to most of society is expected. Outside of innocent attraction too, that all other members of society were leering over my shoulders, watching me like a hawk for any self exploration even encroaching upon the realm of sexuality and desire, ready to shame me if I took one step or stumble into the less-than-innocent that is supposed to come with maturing.

I genuinely had issues with fitting in because I thought something was wrong with me for somehow fucking up this mystical biological math equation, and not getting “x= people are attractive and sex and attraction with or towards attractive strangers is appealing and good yay”. There were times when I would lie about liking a boy in my class and back pedaling when girls my age reacted negatively, because FUCK if I knew what made that person an appealing or non-appealing pick. I kept waiting for this change that never came, and yet at the back of my mind something was whispering that I wasn’t the ever the same as those other peers of mine I saw as ‘normal’.

Even after I found my identity, and I’ve still not felt the need to change that label, there have been other addendums added to it. And those were important to me, too. The realization that, yeah, I don’t really give a shit about a persons gender if I do manage to fall in love was a big one, even if it was obvious until then. And even if I had bloomed late and realized I’m not demi, just picky as hell, I would still know that I don’t have a gender preference and kind of never had to begin with. Even if I never have a relationship with a woman or an androgynous, nonbinary, or intersex person, knowing that I don’t have a preference about that subject either way was still valuable to my self discovery.

I really think that society as a whole needs to stop emphasizing attraction as a turning point of maturity milestones, if not because it doesn’t work as general marker, (and really never did), then because there are still kindergarteners who crush on each other, and kiss on the playground swing set, and that technically forces the definition to include kids who recognize attraction early as well, which I don’t think is ethical- or right. But even with that aside, the isolation I felt then- the isolation I still feel as a result of misunderstanding about my identity- is real and it hurt me. And that caused some of my hurt. My life would’ve been a touch easier if there wasn’t this implicit expectation to turn boy-crazy, or become hyper-sexual and horny as a teen when I didn’t really experience any of that.

And even when I did get my first taste of real, genuine attraction and love for someone, it wasn’t this big reveal. It snuck up on me quietly, passively, so much so that it took other people pointing it out for me to step back and go “oh shit that sure is a thing that’s happening in my brain”.

My point is there shouldn’t be such a heavy importance on love and attraction on people that young- it shouldn’t be an expectation or a step to adulthood to be completed- but something that just sometimes pops up, sometimes doesn’t, but is just a natural little ‘whatever’ of the world that happens because biology baby. It’s kinda weird that it’s even something adults are thinking about in regards to their kids- not as in anticipating safe sex talks and all that- but that kids and parents should be communicating honestly with each other throughout puberty because it’s a fucking trip to go through all that, and the last thing anyone needs is to be expecting some coup or phsyop of crushes and less-that-innocent thoughts to be popping up in their freaking children- and if that’s even the case setting boundaries and allowing for the appropriate amount of privacy is arguably necessary for healthy development.

I have many thoughts on this topic but. Yeah. There are worse things to be wrong about than deciding you’re not ace.

tbh it doesn't rly hurt teenagers to incorrectly id as ace like... what's the worst than could happen? they don't have sex till they're older?? lol

God I wish I had some lmao

shoutout to friends btw. best thing earth has to offer

oh hell yes. Praying on this bastards downfall. Third impeachment speed run, anyone?

Project 2025 ain't gonna roll out all at once. So what we're gonna wanna do is make passing each individual part of it as difficult as possible, so there's less to undo once we finally get this country back on the rails.

Here’s a thought.

What if ao3 did that thing where you could put white text in. Yknow. To fuck with scrapers? I know that isn’t much but mannnn would it be funny to write some absolute gibberish in the margins and literally poison their data instead of making fics inaccessible to people who want to view them privately as guests, or who can’t make an account.

You wanna steal the way I write? Ok. Here’s some absolute hogwash to for you to enjoy! Or maybe we just start posting pictures of the fic content on the archive from whatever writing platform you use. Maybe fuck with art-generating ai while we’re at it.

Imagine. You ask for it to generate a picture of text on a page and it spits out an image of an open book with the most filthy nonsensical BDSM fic’s text written on the pages.

Or we could write absolute nonsense fics out of spite to fuck up their data even more. How’d you’d like that, you data-hoarding cretins? Wanna steal my fic data? You’ll have to pick out which ones are worth it. And there are millions :).

Edit:

Also, bold of these fuckers to assume that a machine can think up anything insaner than a human can. And to somehow do it better. Like, bitch please. Humans have been writing stories and porn and fanfic for like, ever. It’s literally our thing. You’re gonna have to keep pace with us, rust bucket.

What else am I to slay encroachers with?

“This is an intervention.”

“bro please don’t play this game”

Like right now? I can bust that shit out rn.

Ahem, ahem.

The sky itself seemed to have been painted like oils on canvas as the sun slinked down over the silhouetted tree-line, pops of color in the form of innumerable wild grasses and flowers so abundant it stung at the eyes, illuminated and joyously glowing with the fading golden light. Winds oh-so-gently kissed longingly at the clearing, grasses swaying in time with their wistful embrace; that same timeless dance that whispered gently at the skin of one’s ears with the brisk chill of oncoming night. The stars spattering across the sky, unabashedly inviting themselves onwards into the streaks of lilac nightfall. The swaying grasses lapping gently against the skin of calves with tender touches, the sound of a gale blustering past, roaring in the shells of ears as the last of a wayward storm was pushed into distant memory of the dewy land that subtly gave way underfoot. The scent of nectar and petrichor wafted up as peat and flowers were crushed under heel.

It couldn’t have been more perfect if it tried.

How was that? Up to par?

I’m absolutely wearing the most shit eating grin and idgaf. I have the opposite problem. I would describe a scene for an entire page and forget about plot points in favor of waxing poetic about sensations and sights. I’m begging you, do not encourage me like this.

I’ve been like this since my queer ass was in the fourth grade. I could never finish shit on time.

writing challenge! describe a single room. or like. anything that is happening outside of the conversation. an outfit. something, anything, please

NOOOOO JIMMY! YOU SHOULD’VE UNIONIZED WHEN YOU HAD A CHANCE!!!!

Poor guy is a slave to capitalism like the majority of us now. Gods rest his blue collar soul.

One day he will be free

Well shit. Can’t be cursed.