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anpancari · 10 days ago

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demisexuality can be so hard to explain because it’s misconstrued as you just wanting to trust the other person before you have sex with them. and I get why the misconception happens. But demisexuality differs in that there isn’t sexual attraction at all before that bond forms.

I think what people have difficulty with is the idea that there are people out there who aren’t experiencing sexual attraction at all until a certain point, if ever, because we’re taught that sex, libido, and sexual attraction are all the same, both in and out of queer spaces.

And when you’re learning about asexuality and demisexuality, you may learn that people have romantic and aesthetic attraction separately from sexual attraction, and that sexual and romantic attraction aren’t necessarily intertwined, and that may challenge your worldview on sex.

But “I trust you enough to have sex with you” isn’t the same as “I’m not sexually attracted to anyone but you, and the reason I’m sexually attracted to you now after we’ve established this close bond is literally because of the bond of trust we’ve been able to form”.

It’s easy to see how those can get conflated. On the surface, if you’re unfamiliar with asexuality, they may sound the same. But it’s important to acknowledge the difference between “no sex until I trust you” and “no sexual attraction unless I trust you and maybe not even then”.

Demisexuality is housed under the asexuality spectrum. It’s part of the gray area between being allosexual and asexual. It’s part of why the definition for asexuality includes “little to no sexual attraction”. It’s a mostly asexual experience with an asterisk.

While being demisexual may have impacts on a persons sexual activity, even demisexuals have a varied relationship to the act of participating in sex. Libido and sexual attraction are not always intertwined either, which can make telling the difference tricky.

I think of sexual attraction as libido that has a compass. Since I rarely ever experience sexual attraction, but do have libido, it’s noticeable for me when that libido actually has a direction to go, rather than being a floating, nebulous, independent thing.

Remember, not everyone is demisexual. There’s a difference between waiting to have sex and not having sexual attraction at all until a certain point. This also inherently ties demisexuality to romantic attraction and relationships, and not all demisexuals are alloromantic.

But if you read what demisexuality is and think “everyone is like that” or “that’s just being a woman”, you either 1) are demisexual 2) don’t understand what it is or 3) both. And it’s okay to not know. Just as long as you’re willing to try to learn.

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anpancari · 13 days ago

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3rd years -> pro heroes 🍰🥦💥

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anpancari · 1 month ago

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i'm too proud to talk to you anyway !

synopsis : but if you do, don't you know, that i don't mind...

an. im pretty sure this is the first time ive ever written non bf katsuki/ non childhood friend suki ever...im going thru withdrawal eugh...n e wayss! i thought this was a cute silly concept and i hope i did well ! hope yall enjoy :3

cw. nothing i think ! fluff, forced proximity i think ? katsuki's a potty mouth but..it's katsuki, reader is a sweetie, reader says thank you and sorry a lot so i mightve been projecting a bit sorry twins lolol :P, katsuki is referred to as bkg and it hurts my heart..like thats my man we aint casual </3 katsuki is lowkey pining but unaware and in denial, reader is in the bksquad ! lmk if i missed sum else !

shit, shit, shit. you were this close.

you pant and groan in annoyance, seeing your train about to depart just as you arrived at the terminal.

shit, you knew you shouldn't have slept in !

you loved taking this train because it never got too full. sure, there were always people commuting early but you had the luxury of not being squished to death in a train that, by the time you got to school, resembled a can of sardines.

you could make it, you were a hero-in-training ! you'd built up your stamina for moments like this...probably ! definitely !

so you continue running with all your strength, you don't think you'd ever run this fast just to catch a train in your life, but you remember what happened to kaminari when he ended up late during mr. aizawa's morning class and you'd rather not have to run extra laps.

so you run, and before you can reach for the doors, an arm stops them from closing just in time for you to jump in.

thanking everything that was holy, you jump in ready, to profusely thank your saviour. but you stop short when you realise who had saved you.

one of your classmates, bakugou katsuki.

"oh." you can't stop yourself from releasing the sound when you see him, but manage to fix your face and offer him a smile.

bakugou squints at you, scoffing before looking away.

well, you'd expected something like this.

you didn't talk to bakugou much. you'd always found him and his quirk amazing, especially during training, and he was actually a really good sparring partner. he took you seriously and he was more clever then you thought he was.(with the way he was always rushing into fights head first)

he also gave you a semblance of advice one time, at least you think so...there was definitely some type of advice hidden in between all that cursing.

but he was objectively quite the asshole.

the only reason you even started hanging out was because kirishima liked to invite him to hang out with you all during lunch. sometimes he tagged along, and sometimes he told him to fuck off. but kirishima always being determined and naturally friendly never stopped asking him. you assume that's why he'd been coming along with you guys more often now. guess nobody could resist the boy's manly charm.

and yeah, he was a dick. but you had to admit his quips and his back and forth with sero was pretty funny. the problem was that you have a feeling he doesn't like you. you specifically, for a reason you're unaware of.

you'd never been rude to him, not even teasing him as much as the rest of your friend group did (watching him blow up was always funnier anyway) but despite that it just seemed like he couldn't tolerate being around you for some reason. he always keeps his responses short and snippy, never even looking your way when you tried to strike conversation.

kirishima had told you once he was probably "just awkward, he's just that kinda guy ! maybe he's just too shy talk to you !" which you highly doubted but decided to keep your mouth shut.

you won't force conversation with him, you had no obligation to. but you do feel thankful that he hadn't let you embarrass yourself. and you really wanna thank him.

it takes you a few minutes to catch your breath, and three stops to find the courage to actually talk to him. but before you can open your mouth again, a huge group of people storm into the train, leaving you to gasp in surprise.

what the hell ? there aren't supposed to be so many people here, at least not in your sacred train !! what was going on ?!

to your utter dismay and irritation, you're being pushed and shoved around for other people to claim their places, growing more annoyed at the people shoving and insisting their was space and telling others to "please move along!"

"fucking hell..." you mutter, irritated.

"could fuckin' say that again."

you look up to see bakugou looking ahead at nothing. his scowl is ever present, if not harsher, and he grunts when he feels someone shove his shoulder, shoving them back with a growl. must be nice having balls of steel.

"oh, woops. sorry.." you apologise, trying your very best not to press up against him too much. despite the train crowding more and more.

"whatever. just stop squirming."

"it's not like i'm doing it on purpose !" you hiss defensively. bakugou rolls his eyes, but remains quiet.

you feel an arm in you rib and instinctively lean away, thus closer to bakugou. his eyes flit down towards you, but again, he says nothing.

"ugh—uhm, thank you—for this morning." you whisper, you're close enough where you're sure he can hear you. "you really saved me back there." you joke.

bakugou doesn't miss a beat, looking down at you with an eyebrow raised "yeah well. guess i felt nice for a change and didn't want you to embarrass yourself, running after the train like an idiot."

your face warms and you furrow your brows 'i was gonna make it."

he huffs out a laugh, you think this is the first time you've seen him do anything but frown. "sure, keep telling yourself that."

suddenly, the train comes to an abrupt halt. causing passengers to exclaim and jolt around, one such passenger bumps against you, shoving you forward. you trip, landing straight against bakugou's chest. your nose hurts as soon as you make contact. you'd seen how ripped this guy was, but was he genuinely made out of fucking stone ?!

your eyes snap open when an arm—his arm, wraps around your shoulder to stabilise you, he mutters curses under his breath towards the train constructor. he smells nice. you brace yourself against his chest.

"watch it, dumbass." he warns lowly. his voice quivers just a bit, like he's holding something back.

"...sorry. my bad." you squeak. the next time the train comes to a halt, you practically jump away from each other, avoiding looking each other in the eye while still being forced so close. you do notice the way that bakugou's arm stays behind your shoulder just a little bit longer. you notice but pretend you don't. looking up at him through the corner of your eye you see the way his jaw is set tight. you quickly look away.

(you don't notice him looking at you.)

after a certain stop, the train finally empties out. you take a deep breath, giving bakugou one last glance before finding a free spot to sit and finally relax your shoulders.

you jump when bakugou sits in the spot beside yours. there weren't that many left open, but there were definitely still way more free spots away from you.

"thanks, again." you mutter, avoiding eye contact.

bakugou grits his teeth, groaning like you saying those words pained him. or irritated him (or both.)

"stop thanking me, just didn't wanna get knocked over. fuckin' bastards fell limp like a stack of dominoes.."

his response makes you snorts unexpectedly, "yeah, it's usually not this full."

"s'cus the previous train got cancelled. somethin' about an accident." your classmate explains.

you blink in surprise, was bakugou—your most explosive antisocial classmate—actually having a genuine conversation with you ?!

and suddenly you can't think of anything else to say besides "oh, makes sense."

"well, anyway...even if you didn't mean to, i'm glad. means i won't have to get crucified by mr. aizawa for being late.."

bakugou scoffs, but it sounds almost like a disguised laugh.

the announcer calls for the next stop, two more stops and you'll get off.

then, a lightbulb.

"oh, hey. i didn't know you took this train too ! i've never seen you."

bakugou doesn't look at you, squinting at himself through the opposite window, his leg bounces.

"usually sit in the front."

you raise an eyebrow "what made you come to the back ?"

"q-quit questioning me, dammit ! your ass should be grateful i was even in the back so you didn't fuckin' slice your hand off !"

now this was more like the bakugou you were familiar with, and for some reason this puts you at ease. you laugh at his defensiveness, and bakugou visibly un-tenses. he leans back and rests his head into his palm, muttering about you being "so damn weird..."

you manage to arrive to school without any further hiccups. and despite bakugou not actively making conversation with you, his strides almost match yours, like he wants you to catch up to him. and even though he barely gives you a nod when you wave at him later in between classes, you feel like you've gotten closer to him somehow. anyway, you're just glad to know he doesn't despise you.

when kirishima invites him to hang out during lunch today and you and your other friends wait for a response from him, some of your friends egging him on, you catch the way his eyes meet yours before he reluctantly agrees, calling your friends "fuckin' clingy".

he sits next to you during lunch.

kaminari whines about it, saying something about how he stole his spot.

"you snooze you fuckin' lose, dunce face." bakugou quips, causing your table to laugh.

unbeknownst to you, bakugou wonders why he'd decided to agree to hang out with you all more and more often lately. you and your lame ass friends had become a constant nuisance in his life. especially you.

ever since he'd noticed you, really noticed you and your strength when you'd paired up with him during training, you'd always been hanging in the back of his mind. your voice was always the first one he heard in crowds, your face was always the one he just so happened to look for see first, and your stupid perfume seemed to cling to him everywhere he went, ultimately always leading him to you.

shit, you were really fucking annoying.

unbeknownst to you, bakugou wonders why he decided to sit in the back as well.

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anpancari · 1 month ago

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Twin stars

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anpancari · 4 months ago

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DEAD GIRL WALKING: the world is ending, yet they cling to hope — document their last days online. gain a following, even. they make some friends, lose a few along the way. but what happens when they find out she’s infected?

an ITAFUSHI X READER blended (both social media & written) au loosely based off of hbo’s THE LAST OF US and slightly influenced by arcane and bones and all, with final girlism from scream 5.

main masterlist 𑁍 jjk masterlist 𑁍 other series

status: ongoing ⎯⎯⎯⎯ taglist: full and closed, 50/50

backpack of contents

dig in the pockets, front and back zippers. extras: 𑁍 THE PLAYLIST THAT WILL RUIN YOUR LIFE 𑁍 A DUSTY STACK OF POLAROID PICTURES 𑁍 WHAT TO DO IF SOMEONE’S INFECTED

love, keep your eyes on the road. tags: freader, apocalypse world, non curse au, two plots, found family, some platonic dynamics, antagonists, lots of written content.

it’s not just the zombies you need to be afraid of. warnings: language, angst, gore, medical terms & discussion of infection, suggestive content but no smut, drinking/smoking, major character deaths, dark/crude humor, grief/coping.

please check individual chapter warnings before reading!

TEASER TRAILER

SOUVENIR: EGGSHELLS ᝰ

DAY ZERO: IS THIS THING ON?

SOUVENIR: POCKET KNIFE

DAY ONE: BOTH REACHED FOR THE GUN ᝰ

SOUVENIR: PURITY RING ᝰ

DAY THREE: SPITFIRE

SOUVENIR: BOA CONSTRICTOR ᝰ

DAY FOUR: PICKED OUT FOR YOU IN TOKYO ᝰ

consider reblogging, leaving a comment, or sending an ask to show some love! thank you for reading dead girl walking <3

gen. taglist: @sin4satoru @kissunday @strawbberi @nekozaki @chososcamgirl want to be on the general taglist? just send me an ask like “gen for jjk pls”! reply to this post, for this series’ taglist.

author’s note planned to finish altima before posting this then I remembered this is my blog my life and I get to do what I want so

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anpancari · 4 months ago

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↬ masterlist

dad!kento who switches jobs when you find out you're pregnant, so he can work from home and take care of you - “it's okay, i was planning to do it anyway; they kept making me work overtime.”

dad!kento who naturally falls into the habit of resting his palm on your stomach when he kisses you, as if to already include your child.

dad!kento who finds your strange cravings hilarious and makes it his mission to hunt down the exact products you want. “for my wife,” he specifies every time; all these years later and he still loves the way the words feel on his tongue.

dad!kento who never loses his temper with you, even when your moodiness has you snapping at the tiniest of things. he'll leave the room for a few minutes to recentre himself or gently remind you of your own self regulating techniques, but he'd never stoop so low as to lash out at you.

dad!kento who gives killer massages for as long as you need them, sometimes offering before you even mention it if he’s noticed you’re moving stiffly or wincing as you bend to pick something up. there’s just something about the way his strong hands expertly knead out the soreness in your muscles…

dad!kento who pulls you into his arms to cradle you when you toss and turn at night, brushing the hair from your eyes with slow, soothing motions until it lulls you to the sweet embrace of sleep. and if you need a hot cup of camomile tea to aid you, it's on the bedside table before you even think to ask for it.

dad!kento who you find in the kitchen at 3 am when you wake up with back pain, anxious and bleary eyed as he scours research papers on the neuroscience of children's developmental stages. you make an executive decision to put an end to the parenting books and podcasts; he's already struggling with enough insomnia and stress as it is.

“you're going to be a great dad, kento,” you reassure him as he follows you meekly to your bedroom. “you’ve already done so well with yuji that i forget he’s not ours. we’ll figure it out together, okay?”

“okay,” he agrees through a vicious yawn. he's drifting off as soon as his head hits the pillow, but not before whispering “i love you” into the curve of your neck.

girl dad!kento whose whole body trembles in awe when he first cradles your daughter. he weeps unabashedly when she opens her eyes in his arms. “you look just like your mother,” he tells her and presses a feather-light kiss to her forehead.

girl dad!kento who you come home to find fast asleep on the couch, shirt rumpled and reading glasses askew (“old man,” you like to tease. “i’m not even thirty,” he snaps back light heartedly). one of his arms is thrown over his forehead and the other is wrapped securely around your 4 month old who lies nestled on his chest, breathing softly in rhythm to the slow rise and fall of her father’s chest.

girl dad!kento who responds to your 6 month old’s babbles and raspberries with a full conversation. “ababababa” can apparently translate to anything from an educated criticism of capitalism to “you’re right, mummy looks absolutely gorgeous today” as kento takes the opportunity to sweep you into a kiss - to the coincidental delighted exclamation of your child, who has no idea what’s going on but thinks it’s wonderful all the same.

at 1 years old your daughter’s favourite place is perched on girl dad!kento’s shoulders, tufts of his hair grasped in her chubby fists as she kicks her feet and makes babbled demands regarding where she wants him to go next, which of course he’ll acquiesce to - “yes, your majesty!” he declares. in this case, it’s to the front door to answer the insistent bell. “gu, gumm, gumi!” she crows as megumi offers up the last loaf of sourdough he’d snagged off the shelf - and the small household erupts in celebration at her first words.

girl dad!kento who obliges your daughter in playing her favourite game, which involves her waddling unsteadily around the house, giggling as her father chases her and shrieking as he pounces on her to swoop her into the air and smother her face in kisses.

girl dad!kento who makes sure to spend quality time with you, even in between the chaos of work and raising a child. “don’t burn down the house,” you tell yuji, ruffling his hair on your way out.

“we’ll be fine, nanamin number two,” he says cheerily.

"yeah, don't worry, we got it," nobara adds as a crash resounds in the background. megumi appears a moment later, dragging your nearly 2 year old by her fist, who’s giggling uncontrollably.

“just the high chair,” he says dully with a long-suffering expression on his face.

you come back in the early afternoon to find yuji enthusiastically reading a storybook on the couch while nobara sits cross legged in front of him, your daughter in her lap. to the side is megumi, embellishing the illustrations with creatures of shadow that gallop across the pages.

you and kento stop in the doorway for a moment, still unnoticed. you’re so caught up in drinking in the scene, smile wide across your face, that you nearly jump when kento wraps his arms around you and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“thank you,” he says, resting his head against yours, “for our family.”

“you’re back!” yuji exclaims and scrambles to his feet to eagerly detail all of their escapades in your absence. your daughter trails behind him, ditching nobara to slip her hand tightly into megumi's - her unparalleled favourite. and right now, in this moment, there’s so much love in your heart you feel you could burst.

nanami kento, who’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more.