Because It's Ace Week Here's Something To Remember;

because it's ace week here's something to remember;

when someone comes out to you as ace and your first question is "have you had sex?" and if they say no they haven't and you tell them to try it before coming out as asexual then you obviously don't know what asexuality is. same goes for if you only accept they're asexual if they said they tried sex and they hate it!

asexuality is the lack of sexual attraction, there are asexuals who are sexually active and asexuals who aren't. some are sex repulsed, some are sex positive and some are indifferent to it. whether your asexual friend has sex or not isn't any of your business unless of course even talking about it makes them uncomfortable and they ask you to steer clear of the topic.

if your ace friend has had and enjoys sex and your first thought is to ask them if they're still asexual, you're once again not understanding what asexuality is. asexuals can have sex for their partner, because they want kids or any other reason, they can also not have sex because they don't like it, it isn't pleasurable or any other reason. it doesn't make them less ace and you honestly shouldn't be obsessing over their sexuality that much.

lack of sexual attraction doesn't mean lack of sexual arousal.

basically, asking someone asexual whether they've had sex before coming out as ace doesn't say shit about their sexuality and it just tells you whether they like sex or not.

your asexual friend is repulsed by sex? respect that.

your asexual friend is indifferent to sex? respect that.

your asexual friend has sex and/or enjoys it? respect that.

don't. be. acephobic.

me: *sees a ship i hate*

me: *calmly scrolls past bc i’m not a fucking gremlin like some of you*

okay but,,,, podfic is SO GOOD?? as far as i know it’s not talked about much but- legit, people make what are essentially audio books of fanfic, for FREE? i think it’s nice to have a fanfic to listen to while doing stuff where you can’t be looking at your phone and i just. i APPRECIATE podfic.

anyway this has been an appreciation post for people who make podfic, i adore you

I Love You 3000

Morgan is a soft, warm bundle against his chest; they’d gone for a hike around the lake today before working on some coding for his suit and after that had built a Lego Millenium Falcon together and by the time dinner had rolled around she was barely able to keep her eyes open.

She had snuggled into his chest while watching Peppa Pig, soft breaths warm on his skin, his hand resting on her back so he could feel each delicate inhale and exhale. She’s so small, so terrifyingly human and breakable and it makes him all the more cautious with her, one hand always extended in case she falls, ready to offer support and a warm hug if she’s hurt.

He didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much, to hold another person close and hear their breathing and know, with utter certainty that you’d do anything to make sure they kept breathing.

He rises to his feet carefully, holding her close, and it feels like there’s steel bands around his chest and lungs when she snuggles closer to him, a soft humming sound in her throat as he carries her upstairs to her bed.

With gentle hands he pulls her socks off and tucks her into bed, pushing dark curls back from her face. He watches her for a few minutes, heart thumping painfully before he nods to himself and shifts to get off the bed.

A tiny hand grabs his and he looks down in surprise, smiling when he sees Morgan looking up at him sleepily.

“Stay?” she asks, voice plaintive and scratchy and he can’t refuse her, so he nods and kicks off his sneakers, curls up beside her and smiles through the thickness in his throat when she snuggles into his chest.

He can tell she’s nearly asleep again when she nuzzles into his throat and whispers, “Love you 3000,” hesitant and quiet and tears burn in his eyes but he nods and turns his chin to press a kiss to her hair.

“Love you 3000 too babygirl,” he whispers thickly, swallowing so he doesn’t break out in tears and scare her.

She wriggles for a few more minutes and then falls asleep, and he lays there, listening to her breathe for a long time before he’s able to find the strength to get up and leave her.

Pepper is waiting for him outside the door, cheeks shining with tears, lines around her eyes that weren’t there six years ago and he, he suddenly can’t, can’t breathe, can’t hold back the tears and he lurches toward her, arms wrapping around her waist as she hushes him gently, one hand in his hair, the other firm around his back.

“I miss him, oh my god I miss him,” he sobs into her shirt, clinging to it like it’s a life preserver, his grief threatening to drown him.

She nods and rubs his back, he hears her sniff and guilt eats at him that he’s breaking down like this when she lost a husband, a partner, a best friend and he lost…what?

A mentor, a friend, a father figure.

“I miss him too,” she whispers brokenly.

His tears slow and when he pulls back to wipe at his face Pepper does the same and they share a weak laugh at her smudgy makeup and his pink cheeks and red eyes and then she sighs and lays a hand on his shoulder and smiles, shakes her head.

“He’d be proud of you Peter, taking care of her like this, being Spider-Man, going to school…you’re as much his kid as Morgan and I just,” she sighs and pulls him back in for another hug, “I love you 3000,” she whispers.

Tears burn in his eyes again, but he smiles through them this time, hugs Pepper tighter.

“Love you 3000,” he whispers.

how can we forget ben ??

anyone want some tea with a slice of my freshly baked truth cake?