'Normalize Morally Grey And Questionable Woman Characters!'

People when someone headcanons a character as aromantic or asexual (anywhere on the spectrum): 🤬🤬🤬 LOVE AND SEX IS ALL THAT MATTERS HOW DARE YOU SAY THEY'RE LONELY AND SAD

People when someone makes an aromantic romance repulsed character suddenly into romance / an asexual sex repulsed character suddenly into sex: WeLl It'S jUsT a HeAdCaNoN tHeReS nO hArM dOnE

For some reason there seems to be a sudden surge of anti gwiles/ghostflower people misusing the tags just to spread hate, I say just block these users when you come across them and move on. Sending them PMs/giving them a reaction is likely what they want anyway. Block and move on.

Shoutout to my Mom’s best friend for saying that it’s okay that I don’t want children

First Love / Late Spring is so me !!

It’s so unrealistic to me when ppl have miles stay mad at gwen post btsv. Like, y’all expect me to believe that Miles would rlly see the love of his life gather a ragtag group of allies to go against the entirety of spider society and eldritch horror Spot just to save him and his DAD and NOT forgive her ??? Please

I keep on imaging Dark! Percy as Anakin (minus the Padme thing)

Did you like the prologue of my fanfic? Because I posted on Wattpad, and absolutely nobody is reading it other than myself, and it feels like when I post that kind of content, nobody bothers to look at it (other than you), and I feel like I should just drop it and just post other stuff since that stuff gets more attention.

I did like the prologue for you fanfic! It’s not up to me to decide if you should drop it, but if you feel like it you could.

*Inhale*

WE NEED MORE NEURODIVERGENT GWEN IN FICS

Ty for coming to my TED Talk

What Perfume Is That?

Based off one of my headcanons

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Miles and Gwen were on his bed, cuddling rather awkwardly. First time for everything, right? 

Gwen was on top of her boyfriend, arms wrapped around his upper back loosely, her thighs against his hips and hanging limp. The blonde’s head was propped under his chin, a nervous blush adorning her face. Miles had his arms around her neck gently, hands pointed downward as his lips were drawn in a tight line, head tilted slightly forward. The teenager’s cheeks were highlighted by a slight nervous sweat. 

Miles managed to get a whiff of Gwen’s hair, leaning his head downwards more and getting a stronger grasp on the scent. Gwen tenses up, shifting her body.

“What perfume is that?” Miles asks, swallowing back the stammer that threatens to invade his voice. Gwen relaxes visibly.

“Peach, I got it from—“ the blonde pauses, “—Skylar. The brand.” She finished. Miles nods, inhaling her fragrance again. He hummed, before pulling his head back, thinking his reaction might’ve been a bit too over-the-top. “What, you like it?” Gwen asks, chuckling. 

“I think peaches are my new favorite fruit.” Miles responds.