ultimately i think my insistence on aro positivity honestly is as much a political stance as a personal one.
when i say aro positivity is crucial and that i dislike doomer-ist posts that express sentiments like 'I hate being aro so much I wish I was dead instead’ it's not because I don’t think there can and should be a space for negativity and acknowledging self-hate, or the many ways being aromantic can really suck sometimes. i find that to be very important!
that being said. there is smth here about how self-hate posts are sometimes just arophobia that we inflict on ourselves. and when we put that out into the ether it (intentionally or not) can become arophobia that we inflict on other members of the community. i think there absolutely needs to be a place for negativity and the expression of anger and frustration and self loathing even - these are all good things to talk about because these are things that we experience. that being said, it can also be genuinely upsetting and triggering to people to have what is essentially arophobia shown to them and then have that be validated by other aspec people. your personal thoughts can affect your wider community on a level you may not anticipate. and i understand it i truly do! it took me so long to be able to recover from accepting being aroace - it threw my entire world off kilter and made me question everything about my place in the world.
but my insistence on aro joy and positivity is because ultimately i do believe that building is at the core essence of it all. that ultimately discussions and the purpose of community should be about construction, not destruction. and this is both a personal and a political stance. talking about how much you hate yourself and cultivating online discussions/spaces where negativity about aspec identity is the main and only theme is destructive - if that’s where we let the conversation end. these thoughts can and should be used as a vehicle to look for a path forward!
joy and positivity create a space where the focus can become on forging a path forward, on construction, on community building instead of tearing ourselves and others down with negative thoughts. it’s not productive or healthy when it stops at a place of negativity - it becomes actively destructive to the essence of community.
and i do think that this is especially poignant considering the fact that being any kind of queer, but especially aromantic (and/or asexual) means forging a path for yourself and making your own happiness where there is no obvious way forward. our communities exist mostly online (right now, anyway), there is little recognition of our existence in the real world, the effects of amatonormativity are both pervasive and actively dehumanising, and there are legal, economic and social structures in place actively making our lives more difficult. yes that all sucks! it’s good to acknowledge that. we need to in order to change it. but more importantly, that’s not the end. we are still here and our happiness, our future is for us to determine. even if we can’t change the laws or society, loving yourself and understanding aromanticism as a political identity (as well as personal), as a radical worldview, and as a protest against amatonormativity is essential for both community and personal well being. the personal is political.
tldr. i guess my point is that as a community, we should focus on building, improving, and nurturing ourselves and each other (construction) as opposed to destruction. we should recognise aromanticism and asexuality as political identities as well as personal ones and rely on community and self-love in the absence of anything else as a form of protest and political power. destruction (the recognition of everything that is wrong) is essential as a starting point - but where do we go from there? we rebuild.
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UNLIT CIGARETTE - You realise you don’t have your lighter on you, and you are sadly standing with an unlit cigarette.
SUGGESTION [Formidable: Failure] - This is so uncool of you. You’re being so uncool in front of Kim.
AUTHORITY [Legendary: Failure] - Demand the lieutenant lights your cigarette for you!
KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant leans towards you before you can even say anything, pressing the lit cigarette to your unlit one, breathing in deeply.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - YEAH DISCO BABY FINALLY THIS IS WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT
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Following the chilling conclusion of All That's Left's first season, Mac and Layla and their friends find themselves scattered across a divided Los Angeles a year after their successful return to town. Matrix Corp has taken control— "With humanity's best interest in mind"— but with our protagonists' knowledge of Opportunity's destruction and Houston's unexpected fall, they know better than to trust the corporation and its near military-sized security force.
Closed district gates separate them from one another and a new threat lurks just outside the city's walls— but resistance is on the rise, and it is only a matter of time before truth comes out.
[SEASON ONE HERE]
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hey sev! new here i only see some iron fanfics (ptn) I'm asking if you can kindly create hcs of her pls (I'm a big fan of her)
hellooo !!! also yeah i agree, iron is vv underrated :(( once more, let's be the change we want to see in the world 🫡🫡🫡
firstly, iron is strict. like, super strict. everyone knows this. but what most in the mbcc miss is that she's strict because she cares. she cares so, so much and it shows in how she wants the absolute best for you. hence why she gets pushy and a little bossy at time when she sees you neglecting your health in even the most minor ways.
that being said, iron is terrible at taking care of herself. she can manage, for sure, but it's more surviving than living. she sustains herself on junk food and coffee, because that's whats efficient, but not necessarily good. hence, iron would appreciate it so much if you made or bought some proper meals for her and you to share. anything you bring her tastes far better than what she makes herself, and she loves it more when you make them yourself--especially if they're in those cute little bento boxes, not that she'd ever admit that.
another thing iron would appreciate, i think, are massages. i feel like she carries a lot of tension in her shoulders, so if you manage to catch her while she's free and forcefully sit her down for a few minutes to relax the tense muscles, she'd be just melting into your touch. all in all, iron is an acts of service kind of woman.
as for how iron likes to give affection, i think it's somewhat the same. she has your chart completely memorized, and always has your health in mind. if you go out on missions together, she's always a step ahead of you, shielding half your body with her own. she's a caretaker at her core, and though she's a doctor and injuries are nothing new to her, she hates seeing you hurt. she's good at keeping her emotions under check, but she can't stop her pulse from jumping if you cry out in pain or if she sees blood running down a wound somewhere on your body. iron's a busy woman, but she makes an exception when you're injured. she'll spend her nights by your bedside until you recover, nagging the whole way, but she'll hold your hand as you sleep, feeling the steady pulse of your wrist beneath her fingers and letting herself be grounded in the fact that you're here. you're alive. everything's going to be alright.
sometimes life does get to iron. she thinks of all the people she couldn't save, all the promises she couldn't keep. on nights like these she finds solace in your arms, where she can set down the weight of being this cold, calculating doctor and just be human again. in these moments she lets herself be held by you, lets you run your hand through her dark hair. she lets you intertwine your fingers with the cold metal ones of her prosthetic, and she watches with tired but quietly loving eyes as you bring them to your lips and press the softest kiss to them. as if to say, you did your best. you did your best, and you still deserved to be loved for it all the same.
in the end, i think iron isn't a whirlwind romance kind or hot-blooded passion kind of woman. when it comes to love, iron needs it to be like something to come home to, something calm and quiet and a refuge from everything else, which is exactly what you give her.
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Hi Essie!!! Hope you're doing well! (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)❤️
So I had this idea for a sick!Dazai fic (that I'm honestly too tired to write dhehee), and who else is better to brainstorm it with than my fellow Dazai whump enthusiast? :D
Based on my own experience of being sick for the past week, I forgot how awful it can get. It sucks. You're feverish, your nose is either runny or super blocked, your throat hurts, you get headaches, you're lethargic 80% of the time, all that stuff. But what sucked the most for me was how hot my skin felt. Like, clothes were so uncomfortable to wear from the sweat, especially since it's still summer around here.
So imagine putting bandages into account as well?
Yep, awful.
So I present you with a scenario: Teen!Dazai in his office, has taken over paper duty (that Mori knows he isn't gonna complete anyway) because of his fever. He feels gross, to say the least. Flushed and hazy, a little nauseous and sleepy. But his skin- his skin is scorching, and there is no way for it to disperse that heat because it can't breathe. He endures it for as long as he can until he just can't.
In his haze, he scrambles to tear his bandages off, loosen his tie, and decides that he will lie on the cold floor shirtless. The air conditioner isn't enough. No one is there to stop him.
Until Chuuya barges in without knocking as usual (to discus the paperwork he also knows Dazai isn't going to finish) and stumbles onto the scene.
Dazai doesn't even acknowledge him, has already taken off the bandages around his eye and is halfway through tearing off the ones around his neck. His clothes are disheveled as he loosens them and looks like he's about to take them off.
Chuuya gapes for a solid second, before exclaiming with a blush-
"What the fuck?!"
He rushes over, trying not to look at Dazai's skin that's on display and stops him. He wraps him with Mori's oversized coat aggressively.
Dazai fights against him, exclaiming that he needs to lie on the floor. Chuuya doesn't get it, all that he knows is that Dazai is delirious, and even if he thinks it's a good idea to tear through his protective layer now, he'll definitely regret it later.
So Chuuya ties him with the coat and decides to take the paperwork to his place, along with a flailing Dazai on his shoulder.
I just wanna see Dazai giving Chuuya hell during treating him 😭 cuz even if cooling off is a good idea for a fever, not staying huddled in the warmth equates to chills and endless sneezes. Makes you feel even more awful. So it's gonna be a push and pull of Chuuya trying to warm Dazai up (in order to fight off the fever faster), and Dazai wanting to cool off (because he isn't used to being this warm and hates it), until they come up with a compromise somehow dgdhejndjd
Yeah, just a fun idea! :3 Feel free to expand on it hehe
PEA 😭 i saw this when i was having a Very Bad Day™️ & it immediately made it sm better tysm 🥺🩷🩷
UGH THE TENDER, FEVERISH SKIN UNDER THE BANDAGES ❤️🩹 where everything just feels like too much, i completely understand why Dazai (in his feverish delusion) would think removing the offending material would be the solution
Chuuya barging in and quickly going from 👁️👄👁️ to 😳🤬. i love that he goes into protective mode, thinking of how future Dazai will surely regret this course of action & putting measures in place to prevent that 🥺
Chuuya would wrap Dazai up like a sushi roll & carry him on his shoulder like a log back to his apartment, where he proceeds to lose the idgaf war & embrace his mother hen side (which he still denies exists)
meanwhile Dazai is kicking & fighting him every step of the way, acting more like a 5 year old than a mafia sub executive (he’s still only a kid sobs), even as he shivers with chills
until Chuuya manages to get a hand in his sweat soaked curls, gently carding through them. the coolness of his leather glove against Dazai’s overheated scalp makes Dazai go still… and then slump against the couch in a mixture of relief & exhaustion. Chuuya takes advantage of his compliance to make him agree to stop fighting him, & they spend the rest of the day resting on the couch, watching movies & playing video games (well. Chuuya plays. Dazai watches & points out all of Chuuya’s mistakes) 🩷🩷🩷
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