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No I'm actually very homophobic, I hate them queers/j

When you and your friend are both autistic and obsessed with similar BS, you spend two hours creating a floor plan for a fictional character in your fanfic. It is cursed and I hate it deeply with much love.

TO ROTTMNT FANS!!!

Does anyone have a link to the full English episodes of "Rise of the Tenage Mutant Ninja Turtles"? It became my fixation a few days now (especially Donatello) and I only managed to find shorts from the series or a few episodes divided into parts. I really want to watch the series before the movie.

I love kids shows, their plots are oftentimes very interesting and well thought out, more so than many shows meant for adults, but they can still stay lighthearted in the beggining, or some even manage to balance the serious plot and lightheartedness in later seasons too, but one thing I also like about them is that they are never sexual.

I am asexual, and cartoons and kids shows are sort of safe spaces for me where relationships can be lovey-dovey and just loving each other so much they explode and are not reduced down to just sex, and that is not the only thing keeping it together.

A lot of times I feel like in society and as consequence in media sex is placed higher than romance, and every cute loving comment just has to be followed by a sexual one, and I feel uncomfortable with that.

Media should have parts that are good for everyone. I myself love romance in media(im also cupioromantic), but there are a lot of arospec people who don't share that opinion. There should be more media where neither sex nor romance is present, but it still has everything media that does have those things does.

Or, hell, give us media where only romance or only the lack of it is present in non platonic relationships within the characters.

Give us representation, give us a wide variety of options, give us safe to watch comfortable shows.

Even in some fandoms of kids shows(I won't name them and it's not necessarily this one), the sex obsessiveness that makes me feel so bad is present.

So, out of spite I decided to make EVERYONE asexual, starting with my special interest: Lego Monkie Kid.

That's right.

From now on NO ONE is safe.

Red Son? Already headcanoned him as asexual but now he also gets to be sex repulsed. (and extremely in love with Mk but thats not relevant)

Mei? Ever since I got introduced to the concept I have been a full on aroace Mei truther. Fuck yeah girl, us aroace people rock

Mk? Also ace(and obviously madly in love with Red Son but that's also not relevant)

Sandy? Only thing he want to DO is help his friends, have tea and take care of his cats

Mo? What did you expect? He's literally a cat

Tang and Pigsy? Married ace couple who adopted Mk

The DBPs? Don't care that they have a kid. From now on the story is that they really wanted to have a kid but didn't want to do the do for it. They either made Red Son with magic(would check out with the whole Samadhi Fire situation if he was made from magic) or they're somewhere else on the acespec

Swk? Nu-uh.

Macaque? Nope.

No sex in this household bitches.

Spider Queen and her fellow spiders? They are literally purple and green, need I say more?

LBD? Too busy 'fulfilling her destiny' to have sexual attraction(plus occupied the body of a child)

Camel Ridge Trio? *laughs*

And so on and so forth. All of them acespec. ALL

My Poor Friend Ichabod

The party was excellent. I was so, so charmed by all that I saw that day. The guests - each and every one - was as dashing as any other in great Virginia... Save poor Ichabod. He arrived to the event looking like a man haunted. The poor sod had the manner of a mule who'd been working the mill for days without rest, but I *knew* he got the rest of any other man, and hardly lifted an arm to help the young men around town with physical labor. But still, a man didn't look that way with no reason. In those days, I'd considered him a friend. Our repour was a charming one. We played with each other in those days like young men do, pranks and soft jabs. He was perhaps my most favored man in the whole town. It was on that assumption that I approached him, teeth gleaming to perhaps shine some light on his dark demeanor.

He was always a grim man, so I thought to perhaps cheer him up with a tall tale. Some of the worker boys told me about some ghost or other earlier that day, so I related the story to him. He kept glancing around the party as I spoke, then suddenly, he began to walk off. It was with shock that I took his curt dismissal of my kindness. He stormed by with little more than a word, marching through the hall directly towards my Katrina. I wasn't so dense as to not know he held affection for my lady, but... Well I thought he'd known we'd been engaged since before he arrived in town. Perhaps I should have told him.

He proposed. She declined. He ran. The night was dark, but worse, I knew the weather was growing harsh. I couldn't allow him to simply ride through the woods of rural Virginia in the height of wolf season with a storm brewing, so I quickly got to my own steed and followed him. We raced through town like shades of the night, he was shouting curses and his manner was frantic. The poor man was delirious and so stricken with grief over his lost love.

Then we approached the great bridge. The rain began to fall and his horse galloped unto the paving stones. This I remember clearly: A shine of orange in the midst of the bridge. There was a pumpkin, obviously fallen from a nearby cart, in the middle of the highpoint of the stone arch. When Ichabod's equine steed's foot crunched into the plump vegetable, the crack sounded much like that of lightning. It reared to it's feet and it's rider - my dearest friend Ichabod - was flung from it's back! I could hardly believe my eyes. The horror of it all was so stunning. He flew through the rain, illuminated by the slivers of the moonlight, in suspended motion. I believe for an instant we saw each other's faces. He was so scared, terrified.

I could do little but scream as he sunk into the river, goaded by storm waters, and was swept away. For the remainer of that night and into the next week, I rode down that dreadful river... But I could never find my poor friend Ichabod.

thing i hate about twitter now is how people aren’t willing to go balls-deep into anything. they’re too obsessed with canon. saw someone say surge the tenrec is a lesbian and i went “hell yeah” and went to retweet but everyone in the comments was all “hmm was this confirmed?” “well i see her being attracted to men and women” “is this canon?” is your mom canon? jesus cHRIST if this were the twitter i joined it would’ve been 30 more people in the comments also going “hell yeah” us, AS A SOCIETY,

People used to comment on web comics.

People used to comment on fanfiction.

People used to comment on fanart.

People used to comment on OCs.

I hate "content" culture.

I hate "consuming content" and scrolling immediately to the next thing.

People used to be excited about the art that other people created.

People used to want to share that excitement with creators.

I hate this future.

APPARENTLY this is something I need to state because it isn’t something people understand. If someone says for _____ to not interact and you fall into that category, don’t interact with them! It IS invading boundaries. It doesn’t matter if you think those boundaries make sense, they’re that person’s boundaries.

hate it when people can't understand the differences between the worlds we're currently living in.

an 18 y/o working 2 jobs for 17 hours straight who also studies and does personal projects would UNDERSTANDABLY have less time for other people. the guy has 7 hours for self-care and y'all expect to have at least 45 minutes of chatting about stuff that i can do over brunch or something during my off (which news flash, i don't have an off since as a high school grad i need to get my credentials as fast as possible to sustain myself and my fam) it's not that i don't care about all of you, i am tired too. i need to rest my mind to do my responsibilities well.

in the context of my job, i have people shouting at me almost every 20 mins. having someone else blabber about minor inconveniences (esp petty shit that u SHOULD be learning to outgrow and accept as part of growing up) is a waste of my time knowing u should know how to deal with that on your own.

i love the people around me, i really do. but believe me as an 18 y/o who has to be responsible for more than just myself, manage socializing and my studies (to get into uni) is really draining. it's not normal, but the circumstances i am in demand that i do so.

so please, to those peeps who have friends that work and study at the same time. just be more understanding that maybe their schedule won't operate like yours. maybe the 5 texts/replies they've sent were just what they can offer. maybe the 1 day in the month that you can have 2-hour conversations are all they have.

just, be more gentle. treat everyone with grace, okie?

this is basically me writing my current WIP for SoundStar or anything related to writing basically, my process is truly just:

me: *squinting at the screen* Now why are you guys throwing tomatoes at each other... *goes back to typing so scene includes more tomato throwing and giggles*

when fanfic authors say that they don’t decide what happens in the story that the characters make the decisions i imagine it like this:

writer: *sitting down* type type type type *squinting at the screen* type type type

writer: *gasp* WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT…… type type type

Can I admit that I saw this right after the dream I had where I crandle Gary in my hold and kept him in there waking up to this just making me more happier in insane way

Move yall..... that's daddys kitten (ref)......

WONDERFUL AND STUNNING ART AS ALWAYS THOUGH, MEATMAN BESTIE

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