#happy international asexuality day to my fellow aces out there i hope you know that you are loved!!! 🎊🎉��

[crescentfool]

having the hc that minato is ace is incredibly funny sometimes when you think about how ryoji is oh so very bi because it's like. "ah. death stole my ability to be attracted to people," in the same way that ryoji stole minato's eye color and energy level. like wow, thanks ryoji, you just keep finding things to steal from minato!

[rachelillustrates]

!! Happy International Asexuality Day !!

Hugs and cake and solidarity, my lovely fellow aces, all around the world! 🖤🤍💜

Though it’s taken me a long time to come to terms with who I am, I am proud to be under the asexual umbrella, as much as I am proud I’m queer at all, and as much as I am proud to have gotten through everything that’s happened that got me to this moment. Standing here, writing this post. May we build a world where we can all be free to be who we are, and support each other in love and community, no matter what.

I’ve seen a lot of discourse about aces who had the experience of never thinking that something was wrong with them – thinking that they were the only ones being reasonable about things when A Certain Thing Happened. And whether or not that was the prevailing experience, it wasn’t mine. I absolutely thought something was wrong with me. Maybe part of that is being demisexual, not just asexual, and being (what some would deem) hyper-romantic. But I expected certain things to happen for me, and they kind of do, but apparently on very different terms than what society expects. I feel blessed to know, now, that I am not broken. And I hope that anyone else who’s struggling with the same kind of feelings I did can come to that peace, too (and faster than I did!).

Art above featuring “Tock the Gnome,” as always. Representation matters!! And on that note, in honor of the day, here’s a preview of some bonus story that will be available in full soon:

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Suddenly she found herself falling backwards – landing flat on her back on the ground, her best friend blinking down at her with his jacket on and a basket at the crook of his arm.

“Tock, by Anosmia’s Keys, WHAT under earth -“

She burst into tears.

To which he looked panicked as ever he had, and reached down to gather her up and get her inside before anyone saw.

“What? What is it?” he demanded – slightly sympathetically, slightly exasperatedly – once he finally had the door shut behind them.

She nursed one newly sore elbow, the tears still flowing, but wouldn’t meet his gaze. “It’s nothing. It’s stupid.”

Sighing again, he put the basket on the nearest countertop, bending to lift the wreath off the floor. “Oh surely. This is beautiful, but not beautiful enough to cry over.”

“You don’t have to give me fearful frights about it,” she snapped.

He glared at her, one eyebrow raised. “That is vulgar. And not fair.”

“FINE. If you must know, it’s over. With Derra.”

“…..Okay.”

“What do you mean, okay?” She turned around in a swirl of bronzey skirts, taking a seat three tables away from him, just to be provoking. “I finally put myself – my heart – out there again, and I couldn’t get crushed over her. I can’t do it. I can’t. Even with Copper, even with Lorna, it took me so much to…. something is WRONG with me.”

“I have heard you don’t have to want to go beyond bundling with every person you set your eyes on, Tock. Maybe it’s just -“

“No, it’s different.” She ran her hands through her hair. “I’m different. It takes me so long to get there, if I ever get there, and that’s not enough for so many people. The legends never talk like this!! In the legends, it’s ALWAYS something fast, that clicks in place, and nobody’s ever confused or waiting.”

He sat down next to her, carefully. The wreath turned a slow circuit in his fingers. “…..You said before, you do not think something is wrong with me, Tock.”

She whirled toward him, aghast. “Of course not!”

“Well – then nothing is wrong with YOU, either. So it takes you a while to make that connection, if you ever do, and that’s all that gets you to the kind of relationship our people seem to expect? So what? It’s YOUR life and YOUR heart.”

He bumped her shoulder with his, putting the wreath back into her lap without looking at her.

“No one gets to tell you how to love.”

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(And sending so much love, to you all!)

💜

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Bonus art and stories ~ Prints, comics and more!

[deans-baby-momma]

Wounded Hearts 10

August 1998   Rebecca’s POV

“Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Whitney,, Happy Birthday to you.” 

I join in singing as I carry the cake from the kitchen to the dining room of my parent’s house where  Mom, Dad and Whitney are waiting patiently for me. 

Today is Whitney’s third birthday. I have survived three years of being a single mother and Whitney has survived being raised by a single mom who is also going to community college and working. 

I had gotten a job at a local diner to work when they needed me. So far,hankfully, it hasn’t interfered with my schooling or her parenting.  

Another new revelation is that I now have a boyfriend. Well, we haven’t made it official yet but one of my fellow classmates asked me out and I accepted, but only after I made sure that he understood that I have a daughter and she always comes first. Always.

Brett had understood perfectly and even included Whitney on a few of our dates, like taking the little girl to the park or when the weather ruined our outdoor plans, he took  Whitney and I to the local aquarium and we walked around showing the green-eyed girl all the fish and other aquatic life.

That is exactly why Brett is in attendance for Whitney’s birthday party and is standing beside the highchair as I hand her daughter a slice of cake and a small scoop of ice cream. The two adults smile at each other as Whitney squeals and slaps her hands right in the food.

I swore off love after everything that happened almost two years ago and vowed to never get put into a situation like that again; to never let a boy hurt me the way Dean Winchester had. But then Brett came into my life and I could tell my walls were slowly but surely crumbling.

The one thing Brett has going for him is he is the exact opposite of Dean Winchester. Where Dean was tall, Brett isn’t. Sure he is taller than me but not by much. Where Dean was cocky and sure of himself, Brett is meek and modest. He also is always concerned about my wellbeing and if I’m having a good time.

“Are you okay Becky?” he asks as I’m washing up the dishes after the birthday dinner and dessert. “You seem distant. Is it something I’ve done?”

“What? No. Absolutely not,” I tell him as I finish drying up the last of the dishes and put them away. “This day has simply been the best. You are amazing. You are a perfect fit to our little family.”

Brett, of course, blushes at the compliment. I just cannot get over how this man, this pure and utterly flawless man can be so modest and shy and blushes at flattery and praise. I dry my hands off and reach for his hand. 

“B, if I were upset with anything you do or have done, I would tell you okay. I-” I catch myself when I realize what I am about to say. He and I have only been going out for a few months. I can’t feel that way for him, yet. Can I?

THREE MONTHS LATER

It’s been almost two years. Two years since I was in this spot; ready to take a relationship to the next level. Well, last time it wasn’t exactly a relationship but I thought that’s where it was headed. Until he took off during the middle of the day and I never heard from him again.

Sure, I was bitter and resented the very thought of Dean but once I looked into the eyes of my daughter, the daughter he had given me, my tune changed. Yea, if I were to run into Dean I’d give him a mouthful and probably wish him pain but he gave me the one thing I can’t imagine my life without now. 

Looking into Whitney’s eyes-Dean’s eyes- daily had softened my hatred for the man, ahem, boy that took my virginity and ran. Now when I think of him, I don’t wish for his death. I silently thank him for what he did give me. A beautiful loving little girl that is a joy to my life.

Now here I am considering opening my heart up to another guy; and hoping and praying he takes what I am willing to give him and not stomp on it.  

I look in the mirror at my reflection one last time. Tonight is the night I am going to tell Brett I am ready. Ready to take the next step, ready to become more intimate with him. For the past few weeks, we have not gone past the kissing and making out phase. Brett has been a complete gentleman and kept his hands either on my shoulders, in mine or in his lap; never pushing the boundaries and trying to cop a feel which is a big plus in my book.

I straighten my shirt, making sure the lingerie I’m wearing underneath it isn’t visible before I head out the door to tell my parents and daughter goodbye. 

Brett and I walk hand in hand down the street after a fabulous dinner at Calacino’s.

“I’m stuffed,” I say. “The food is always so good there.”

“Yea it is,” Brett agrees as he looks down at me. We stop in front of the fountain and he leans down, brushing his lips against mine. Knowing what I plan to have happen later, the barely there kiss makes my stomach flip. 

“Wanna go back to mine?” he asks, husky and breathy. 

“Yea,” I answer, smiling outwardly and internally because I know where this is heading and I am ready. I think I’m ready. Nope, I’m ready for this to happen. I am ready to give myself to this man. 

When Brett unlocks and opens his door, he holds it for me to enter first. I smile as I pass him, letting my hand graze across his chest. 

Knowing that we are finally alone and no one can overhear, I turn to him.

“Brett. I really, really like you. Like, liiiike you and I think you like me. So I’m thinking that-” I pause as I lift my shirt over my head, revealing the pink lacy bralette I’m wearing. “-it’s time we…..”

I shut up as Brett’s eyes glance down and then widen before he turns away from me. What the hell?!

“Becky, um, can you please put your shirt back on. I think we should talk.”

Deflated and feeling rejected, I do as he asks and tell him when he can look. “Do you not want me? Is it because I have a kid? I thought we were on the same page.” I ramble out as he takes my hand and leads me to the sofa.

“Becky, I don’t know how to say this. I’m what you would call ACE. I’m asexual. I have no desire to become sexually active with you or anyone.”

“Am I that repulsive,” I ask, the tears burning the back of my eyelids.

“God no! Becky, I find you extremely beautiful, gorgeous even,  but I’m just not attracted to you in that way. I like what we have now, the intimacy and the closeness. I like how I feel like I can be myself around you and you won’t judge. I thought you knew. I’m so sorry.”

Unbeknownst to me, while Brett is explaining and apologizing the tears start flowing. He reaches up to wipe my cheek but I pull away. 

All this time, I thought he was being polite and honorable and not forcing himself on me when in all reality, he just wasn’t into me. 

I stand up and walk to the door. 

“Becky, please don’t leave.”

I never answer him as I open the door and walk out. 

Dammit That’s it. No more guys. Two times I’ve been burned. I’m never putting my heart on the line again. From now on, it’s just me and my daughter. Whitney is my priority and if I never have sex again, so be it.

So-fucking-be-it!

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[mantapsoul]

happy international asexuality day fellow aces :) as this year is our first iad i have some thoughts that i wanna get out of my system. i just wanna say that im so happy that we as a community finally got a chance to celebrate what we are even after the amount of ace phobia and discourse we received that’s surged from mid 2010s and until now. im embarrassed to say that i was really quiet and detached when it all happened bc honestly as a young teenager whos still figuring myself and my sexuality out all that hate and bullshit is just so tiring and i couldn't handle it. so i just stayed quiet and hid my sexuality i guess. and its so shitty because isnt the main reason lgbtq community is to fight oppression together??

these past few years i have been questioning myself countless times that maybe im not ace or that im not ace enough to call myself asexual or that im labeling myself as ace just to get more attention but no fuck that im ace ass hell motherfucker and im gonna embrace that. 

to people who says “oh but asexuality isnt a part of the lgbtq community because theyre not oppressed” man fuck you this is not a competition are you really that petty to say that oh to be in the lgbtq community you have to be discriminated against *this* much. i will literally come to ur house and eat your kidney do not fucking test me.

and i’d just like to say to our fellow aces please stop with the “ace ppl are obsessed with dragons” or “we dont want sex we just want cake” i dont know about you but i feel like its just a harmful stereotype that all aces are ‘quirky’. no i do not have an obsession with dragons no i do not like cake shut the fuck up. its just the same harmful stereotype that all gay people are twinks and feminine. like. please can we just stop  thats it i guess i hope all aces have a nice and save international asexuality day 🖤🤍💜