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Love without Sex

I’m doing a Philosophy paper on Asexuality. Please reblog if you think Love without Sex is possible! I really need the data. Like if you think love has to have sex.

Writing Prompt #5

A screams, clutching the chair.

“Why are you screaming?!” B shouts as they run into the room.

A stares at the floor with a horrified expression.

“I dropped it.”

Writing Prompt #3

A character is trying to call their best friend over with increasingly absurd nicknames.

ai does not belong in creative spaces. period.

new idea struck me like an erratic butterfly what am i to do

need more “guish” words. anguish. extinguish. languish. great for when a character is bleeding out on the floor

Sometimes the heart's like !!!!!! and you just can't do much about it

Flying is effortless, landing can be a little bit harder, Cornell Lab / DoC (northern royal albatross) (part 1)

Not on ao3 but with my current work, absolutely. This is…. Yeah. No clue how long it’s gonna be. I have a general idea of a plot. I have solid characters who may or may not do what I tell them to

Let’s see how this goes…

The question mark option will never not be funny to me.

Like, how many chapters?

Idk.

I—the author—am just as curious as you are.