Reblog If You Genuinely Support Asexuals

Reblog if you genuinely support asexuals

It terrifies me that there’s so much raging passion in the lgbt+ community that insist on marginalizing asexuals and implying that asexuals don’t deserve to have safe spaces. There’s still so much acephobia so I just wanna know which blogs are genuinely supportive and a safe space for asexuals

today the kid i sit with in science said "oh right i have to support my hypothesis" and just. started gluing wood to the back of his poster. potentially the funniest thing that has ever happened in the same vicinity as me

gonna finish my goal for cryptid falls and then im working on a short story 😈

fucked around and wrote a bit of chapter two of the second Unreality book (aka, the second book to cryptid falls) and here’s some silly excerpts from edith’s POV

{alt text; Asha gives me no natural lipstick colours. She holds up seven, a variety of purples and reds, and stare at me like I’m a painting that needs just one more. She rubs her lips together and says, “I think we’ll go with red.”}

{alt text; She fiddles with my jacket. “Where’d you get this again? It’s very nice. Very well loved.”

I look down at it. It’s in rough shape and smells like cigarettes. It’s soft and worn down enough so I don’t even feel I have it on at this point. The leather is comforting to run my hand over and the texture is something I’ve painted a million times. There’s a tag that stabs into my side and it reads ‘Nadia Kingston’.}

{alt text; I look to the clock on Asha’s bedside table. 3:04 AM. We’ve only been out of class for three hours. I’m not tired yet and neither is Asha. I decide to get ready and my mum to tell her I’ll be staying out again.}

i love characters who could get the absolute Shit kicked out of them and still be fine but as soon as someone touches/handles them gently it’s like “ah. im going to shatter to pieces now thanks”

day one complete !!

The stained glass bleeds colour over my dull life. Sitting in a pew, arms crossed over my chest, legs resting on the top of the pew in front of me, ignoring the stares from the proper religious. I’ve not been to this cathedral yet. It’s a new place to haunt.

The architecture is beautiful. It’s old, gothic, something to treasure until the end of time. We likely won’t go back to this style ever again, but I can hope and dream. The way the stone looks as if it could crumble at any moment, yet still feel secure. The way the numerous engravings, windows, statues, and archways feel perfect in the way they are placed. The way it all comes together to make a place of worship and prayer. It’s both comforting and beautiful. It could even be bittersweet, if I still cared about my days in the orphanage.

“Excuse me, Miss? You don’t seem like you’re praying. Are you all right?”

It’s a man, maybe a priest or whatever they’re called. I’m grateful to be in the middle of the pew, I think I’d bolt if he was standing above me. I don’t pay attention to his appearance and instead look back up at the ceiling.

“Miss?” he tries again. I turn my head and look at him.

“Do churches still offer sanctuary or that a thing we left in the 1500s?”

“Uh, I think it’s a traditional thing now. I don’t believe it has any legal standings. Why? Are you running from something?”

“You wouldn’t believe me.”

“I’ve heard a lot of crazy things in my time. And the pin on your jacket says your a ghost hunter, so I assume your life is pretty interesting. I’ll believe anything.”

“Hm.” I look down at my jacket and see the Grimm Crew ghost hunting pin. It’s the only pin I kept from my old jacket. It’s the only one that really mattered. The rest are with the old worn down leather jacket and Edith. The new one is barely broken in and feels stiff. It’s weird and new and fits the feeling of the world right now.

“May I sit down?” he asks with caution.

“Do whatever you want, man. I won’t stop you.”

300 words for the first day !! :DD

made my own october thing for this year !! very excited