Good Evening Here I Am To Remind You All Once More That M/f Ships Are Valid And Bashing Them Under The

good evening here i am to remind you all once more that m/f ships are valid and bashing them under the guise of “fighting against heteronormativity” is ugly, unreasonable, and pretty fucking stupid

My bro, my dude, my gal pal homie bro man, When do they kiss? When do they realize that, "oh!! You are in love with me as well!!!!"

My ambiguous anon,

You are asking the important questions here. Too bad I won’t spill the beans so easily. However, I can tell you that the first kiss is not a confession kiss.

Do with that what you will.

(Also, for the record, I am male, and I prefer the pronouns cowboy, partner, friend, and mister.)

The Rock Garden

Just a concept that I had. Feel free to take the idea and run with it if you’d like.

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There is a place, where the lonely go. Magic is strong there and some who enter do not return. It is always a gamble, to leave your existence in the hands of others. But it was one I was willing to take.

Had to take.

There is a point, that some of us come to. When the voices telling you that no one is this large and overpopulated world actually cares what happens to you start to win you over. You don’t want to believe. But the evidence seems to pile up, high as mountains, to prove you wrong. And hope seems to die.

Until it’s barely a flicker.

So you go, to the place, after reaching the point. You make the deal.

I made the deal.

Relief. A break from the world and the pressures and the loneliness. A chance to not feel anything. To just be. And to be content with that.

For a time.

Until there comes someone. To the place. Without the deal. And sees the garden. A garden of rocks.

A garden of statues.

For that was the deal. Flesh to stone, time to pass, forever alone, feelings to ash.

And this someone goes to the statues, looking at them all, so life-like, so expressive. Inspecting each one, they marvel and continue into the garden. Until they come to one, one they like, one that calls.

You, me, someone else. Anyone.

And they lift the curse. Stone to life, alone no more, together in strife, come from before.

And we suddenly have it. That someone. Who will gives us a chance. And we are not alone.

So until that day, we will wait. At the point, in the stone, in the place.

Rocks in the garden.

Cool to see all the fellow Ender’s Game fans hopping in on this to share their opinion.

I am curious about what Tumblr has to say about this.

So recently in the hell hole that was Twitter, I saw this:

And I want to see what Tumblr had to say about it. Credit to @MrAntiHero1 on Twitter for posting this originally. And please vote below.

Via @iamdylancurran (Twitter)

Here lies DinoMaster316. He was just a bit of a ride to the rodeo.

...What?

Here lies Asia. They are not going to be able to make it.