lichgem:

dearnonacepeople:

Reblog if you’d watch a show or movie with an asexual protagonist

Especially if the asexual protagonist isn’t a thin, able bodied, rich white male ‘genius’ whose asexuality is portrayed as a symbol of his superior control over ‘baser human urges’

I want a show where the protagonist is a short cute woman and all the ‘good’ guys and girls are perfectly ok with her asexuality and as a result they are all great friends and no one thinks shes fucking everyone. >.>

And the ‘bad’ guys who keep trying to get with her get their asses kicked by this cute tiny woman lol

jackthevulture:

charminglyantiquated:

there’s dozens of stories about some kid from our world falling into a different, magical one,  being the chosen one or the close companion of the chosen one and saving the world, and then going home where they’re delighted to see their family again and have a new appreciation of their own life. but what about someone who didn’t miss it? what if you save the world and you’re given your medal and stripped of the magic you learned and put back in a world you never missed? and you’re furious.

maybe you gave up a few years of your life. you have callouses and muscles and a few scars and maybe a missing eye or something. you definitely have some blood on your hands. you might have PTSD you can’t talk to anyone about. and suddenly you’re fifteen again, in a body that’s too soft and too short and too complete. you’re always cold because there’s no magic burning in your veins anymore, and even as you grow up the feeling of not fitting doesn’t go away because when you look in the mirror at eighteen you look all wrong: this is not what you’re supposed to look like at eighteen. the sky clouds and you rub at the phantom ache of injuries this body never received. you wake up screaming sometimes remembering the sorcerer who burnt your hand to ashes, or the final battle you almost didn’t make it through, or the moment you felt the magic in you go out.

but here’s the thing: they took you and made you into a weapon that was determined enough and powerful enough to save a whole world. they can put you back where they found you but they can’t undo everything. and there’s this, too: the place between worlds clings to you. you can’t tease fire out of the air but you can feel the pull of the doorways all the time, although none of them so far go to your world.

but you try to make it work for a decade, anyway. you’re dutiful. but one night you leave work late and for the thousandth time you catch yourself searching the sky for firebirds. and you break. of the three portals within five hundred miles, one is a howling, frozen wasteland and one is a deep violet void, but one opens into a misty forest that you step into and don’t look back. it’s not your world, but if you keep going long enough, you’ll get there.

(and maybe much, much later, hundreds of worlds later, you climb through a window, or a door of woven branches int he middle a field, or push aside a curtain, and as you set foot on new land you feel the fire in your veins and sparks at your fingertips and finally, finally, you’re home)

Tbh this is almost what it feels like every time I finish reading a book or watching a movie about fantasy.

Read Narnia. Pretty close to this.

angelrin89:

kimikokat:

ace-pervert:

knightoflodis:

peppergrinds:

do not touch me without my consent

do not touch me without my consent

do not touch me without my consent

do not touch me without my consent

do not touch me without my consent

do not touch me without my consent

do not touch me without my consent

This even applies to my family.

This applies to everyone other than bugs

This also applies to bugs

THIS ESPECIALLY APPLIES TO BUGS

This does not apply to cats