Cishet Aces And Cishet Aros Are Queer You Fucking Dipshits

cishet aces and cishet aros are queer you fucking dipshits

ALL ACES AND AROS ARE QUEER

Every single fic update there is an author trying frantically to find the right balance between a nonchalant aside of "leave a comment if you enjoyed =)" and clinging desperately to the coat tails of a random stranger, dragging along behind them on the street wailing "Please, please! I have to know what you thought! I'm desperate to talk to people about this! Ask me about the alliterative repetition! Ask me about the symbolism!"

80% of Asexuals have experienced sexual violence.

50% of Aces aren’t out to doctors & 20% say being out negatively impacted their care.

Only 25% of Aces are out to friends.

10% of Aces have been offered conversion therapy.

Ace Week may be over, but advocacy must continue.

Here's my dream from last night because I need to share it:

We were running security for a museum that got a new exhibit. It was the Phantom of the Opera exhibit (because the story, apparently, is a real on).

Someone had broken into the building and we were, bit chasing him down, but we were cornering him. Anyway, we managed to get him cornered and escorted out of the building and to the police. I was convinced, though, that he wouldn't stay there for long.

Anyway, here's where it gets less fuzzy:

Everyone was upstairs, but my boss pulled me aside and said, "I need to go check downstairs and make sure everything is unchanged. But, I'm not going there alone. If I'm going into the creepy ass basement, someone's coming with me." Seeing as I was the only one around, I agreed.

Now, I believe in ghosts, so I was not happy about going down, no matter how much I love PotO.

So, we go down to the basement and B says that he's not only checking on things, but he needs to make sure everything is working. Red fucking flag right there, but I said "Okay."

We get to a room designed to be a dressing room. We're alone, I'm carrying a dagger and a knife, B has s notepad and pen and his phone.

I can't remember what he told me, but he handed me some papers of the desk with an approximation of, "This is Christine's diary. You know the show, yeah? All of the lyrics were taken from the actual account. This one should be Angel of Music."

Like an idiot, I took the papers from him and start singing Angel of Music. The room around me seems to change and suddenly, Christine is the one singing. She's sitting in her chair, writing as we're both singing. She's very pretty.

Just as we're at the last few lines, B stops me and says, "I saw something back there, will you peek around and check?"

I said sure and stood up, the spell broken. When I peaked around the corner, there was a man there. The room was empty and I was watching the only exit. Naturally, I screamed and he lunged. I backed up, grabbed my dagger and stabbed the guy. He didn't react. Still backing away, I grabbed my other knife and started double stabbing this guy. B just sat back. Finally, the man disappeared. Like, I blinked and he was gone. He was a ghost, which explains why there was little to no resistance when I stabbed his gut.

I went back and sat on the desk and B was looking at his phone. "I'm going to continue now," I said because I really wanted to see Christine again. I wanted to sing with her. "Please don't look at your phone. Please focus. That was scary."

"Of course." So, he put his phone away, added to the notes I didn't notice him taking.

Then I woke up.

I need everyone to remember that The Flash and Kid Flash both can (and have, in Flash's case) outrun Superman.

It's a very close race, but the speedsters win

not to be controversial bc I know this is like…not in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if there’s a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formatting…I will also not be offended by having this pointed out…

‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.

‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.

even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.

I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.

fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.

idk where I’m going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me I’m never going to get mad at it, and I think a lot of authors should feel the same way. ESPECIALLY TYPOS PLZ GOD POINT OUT MY TYPOS.