Reblog If Your Mom Is The Most Beautiful And Strongest Woman You Know.

For those not having a diagnosis.

It’s difficult to explain your obessions right? 

It’s difficult to explain why you get tired after just 2-3 hours of socializing right?

It’s difficult to explain why making decisions takes so long right?

It’s  difficult to explain your sensitivities, the noise around you, people walking by, the light, the jokes that make you feel uncomfortable?

It’s difficult to explain why your overthinking is actually just you thinking right?

It’s difficult to explain your needs and wants to your friends, or your parents saying that they shouldn’t click their pen, shake their leg, shouldn’t be too close right?

It’s difficult to explain why you can’t relax and stop obsessing analysing people right?

It’s difficult to explain your wordfinding difficulties or the reason why you’re talking too fast right?

It’s difficult estimating if you’re friends or not, if you’re friends enough to go up and talk to someone right?

It’s difficult not to obsess about something you like and then after a few months find another obsession wondering if you will ever find your calling right?

It’s difficult to explain why you feel so down and tired and keep focusing on the negatives even after a pretty good day, your obsessive mind keeps reminding you of the little details people dont even remember you doing or saying it right?

It’s difficult to be in this world where ‘’other’’ people seems to know it all, seems to have it all. Nice group of friends, amazing socialising skills where it seems so easy to come up with new stuff to talk about right?

With or without the diagnosis you know you best. it doesn’t make your problems less real with no diagnosis.

I still can’t get over Link in trousers omg I’m sure Ghiri thinks the same ohoho

Irish people; The faeries aren’t real

Irish people; No fucking way will I go in that faerie ring

Say what you want about Endgame, but can we pls take a minute to appreciate how many different types of relationships we got to see?? Like yeah, there was a little romance, but it was almost completely family-centric. Sibling, parent-child, found family, best friends, we got it all and that makes me so damn happy.

Story time!

Warning: This is just a fluffy anecdote but I felt the need to put it on the Tumblr because so many posts surrounding these kinda subjects are shrouded in anxiety and sadness. I PROMISE there is a point 😂

ANNYWAAY. I recently started spending time with this guy. Eventually he asked if he could take me on a date. I said yes. The date was very similar to just our hanging out before, only towards the end he held my hand. I let him. Afterwards I went back to my place and told my closest friends about the lovely evening.

After a bit of giddiness in a group message, my one friend asked: “does he know you’re asexual?”

Right then and there, it hit me. If I would like to continue seeing this guy, eventually calling him my boyfriend, I would need to tell him. I was terrified.

About 4 days later he came over to my place and kept me company while I did chores. After about an hour I got tired and decided to show him my favorite comedy. We sat on my bed. I was nervous. About 5 or 10 minutes into settingly down, we held hands. A couple minutes later I was casually lounging in his arms. I could sense he wanted to kiss me but he wasn’t the least bit agressive and continued to hold me.

About 2 hours later. We both had other responsibilities. As he was leaving I told him. I mumbled out a string of sentences essentially saying “Hey I have a complicated relationship with physical affection… I don’t always call it this but the most accurate way to describe me is *asexual*” I stared down at my feet and told him he did nothing wrong I just needed him to know. I ran back inside.

I followed up over text because I was just too anxious to say anymore in person. He told me he’s a little scared of crossing a line but that it’s not my fault and I’m just gonna have to help him. He admitted that it was new to him but he wanted to persue me regardless of my orientation (he even called it that which made me really happy) We briefly talked boundaries and I made sure he knew that I was still attracted to him romantically. I ended the conversation by saying that I wouldn’t mind if he kissed me now that he knows about me. We both laughed at and he thanked me for trusting him enough to say something.

*Why am I telling Tumblr this:*

Real life is not the Internet. Not everyone equates intimacy and sex. While not everyone you date is going to be the right fit for you and your asexuality—Hecc, I barely know how Guy and I are gonna last—there are people out there that understand (or are willing to). There are asexual people ready to date asexual people. There are sexually attracted people who would be proud to call an asexual person their SO.

You just have to use your strength to say something.

Clear up those misconceptions.

Tell them what you need, and what you need them to refrain from doing.

Love yourself and the right person will love you.

Yes it’s difficult at times. You may think: “What if they don’t believe me that I like/love them?” “What if they think I’m implying they are a sex obsessed deviant?” “What if they think I’m useless?”

You just have to look out for the ones that are willing to listen regardless of their prior understanding.

Being asexual presents it’s own set of unique obstacles; statistically way more people are sexually attracted to others than they are asexual. And that’s okay. Give life a chance.

*But most importantly*

Do it when you are ready. I chose to tell him then because I have chosen to continue seeing him. If you do not feel safe. You don’t have to tell. Everything is up to you. :)

..may this joke land with y’all the same way it did for my sister and I lol

Hey, do you have any ace klaus headcanons? I just found out someone I knew and liked doesn’t believe aces experience oppression and it’s bumming me out, so I would really like some validation. If you don’t want to that’s fine.

I’m so sorry :( That really sucks. People suck!

I actually wrote a whole story that can be found right here just for ace Klaus.

And I will make some more just for you:

AKA. The “What if Klaus was ace sequel.”

Klaus returned home from Vietnam heartbroken. All he wanted was a long bath and to forget everything about the last year except the sound of Dave’s voice.

Then some weird shit happened with the apocalypse but that kind of sorted itself out.

In the end their family was left in a big empty house together just like when they were kids. 

He kind of expected them all to fuck off again like when they were kids. But no one left. Allison returned in between filming for her movies. Five had nowhere else to go. Vanya was there more often than not just to hang out. And even Diego started sleeping in the mansion, claiming it was for no other reason than the beds were better than the gym’s. 

It was with Diego who Klaus started bonding with the most. Diego talked about Eudora. Klaus talked about Dave.

And it was during one of these bonding sessions (crying sessions) that Klaus said to his brother that Dave’s was only person who never forced Klaus into sex.

DIEGO FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT.

“What do you mean force you?”

“Show me where these fuckers are I’ll stab them to death.”

“Fine I’ll ask Five to psychologically scar them if you won’t let me kill them!”

When Klaus finally calmed Diego down enough to explain, he told his brother that he never actually wanted sex, it was just that sex was the easiest way to get a roof over his head on cold nights and food in his belly and drugs in his system.

When Klaus was done explaining it all, including how amazing and perfect Dave is (was,) Diego said slowly, “Klaus do you think you’re asexual?”

To which Klaus replied “What’s asexual?”

And then that’s when Diego started explaining that Klaus was not broken or abnormal or weird.

Asexuality is completely and utterly okay.

And in the future there would be hours of looking up more about asexuality, learning about the ace spectrum, and of finding groups in the city where Klaus would meet close friends.

But that night there was just two Diego telling Klaus that he would never let anyone touch him again.

Except of course when Dave’s ghost wanted to give Klaus cuddles.

“If you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.”

—  Neil Gaiman (via quotebook-in)

I got an ironman fidget cube from my boyfriend and I can imagine Tony Stark making a line of autistic-friendly avenger themed stim toys for kids.

submitted by @istandintheshadowofgodsandtitans

Tony Stark would 100%, absolutely do that!!! And that’s an amazing fidget cube oh my goshh!!

the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones - he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus - it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you - but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.