Lunari0m - ☾ Lunarium ☾

actually im gonna put this in it’s own post. 

I’ve had conversations with more than a few ace teens since the discourse, and there has been such a miserable impact on their experience because of what the discourse caused.

When I was figuring out I was aro/ace, there was an entire community of bright, outspoken, positive folks who were out & proud of their identities to support me through that (very, very difficult) realization. People who talked openly about how cool it was to be aro/ace, how much they loved it and themselves, how great the community was, and who made me feel welcome and optimistic.

Folks now have nothing. They have a stringent group of people who are terrified of their own label, who hide it, bury it, laugh it off as something they’re ashamed of but are burdened with nonetheless, talk about hating themselves for it, or about how hard it’s made their lives. They have these once-thriving community spaces now full of mocking and shaming and hatefulness, and no choice but to feel terrible about themselves, often inclined to deny who they are so they don’t have to accept what has become a miserable lack-of-community to identify with.

It’s hard, learning to accept yourself as ANYTHING that isn’t straight, and the community around that identity is the most important tool you can have to get through it. The community teaches you how to feel about your new identity, whether you should feel pride or shame, optimism or pessimism, whether you should feel warm & welcome or terrified & miserable.

Today, ace and aro youth are learning to be ashamed, afraid, and to cast aside words, people, and a community history that could help them feel complete in a world that’s constantly telling them how miserable they’ll be without sex and/or romance.

If you think aromantic, ace, aroace people aren't

inherently LGBQT+, please unfollow me now✨

Ready to be hunted down for sport for headcanoning a popular character as aro-ace 😎✨

Delinquents 💀👽

When i asked for requests someone said flustered Ouma and I…yes… And my favorite au is hope’s peak au so I,,went all the way,,, they are,,, h*lding h*nds omg,,,,,,,,,,

Let’s talk about the fabulous aromantics out there

there there

Pokémon meets V3!

Rantaro: *taps table*

Kokichi: *taps table back*

Kaito: “The hell are they doing?”

Shuichi: “I don’t know.”

Kiibo: “Morse code.”

Rantaro: *taps table aggressively*

Kokichi, standing up from his seat: “YOU BITCH! YOU TAKE THAT BACK!”

with flowers in your hair (tell me it's real)

I know that I posted a big part of this on Tumblr before and that it’s on AO3 but I just wanted to have the complete story here on Tumblr.

Read on AO3.

It was still dark outside when Shuichi’s eyes suddenly snapped open, abruptly pulling him out of the realm of dreams without any warning. He stared at the dark ceiling above his head, the memory of his dream slowly fading away.

He was just about to turn and try to fall asleep again when he caught the sight of Kaito who was grinning wildly over Kokichi’s sleeping form on the other side of the bed.

“Mm, Kaito?” Shuichi rubbed his eyes, words slightly slurred and voice still laced with a heavy layer of sleep. “Why are you awake so early?”

Kaito’s eyes looked soft in the dark room, the gentle glow of the moonlight being the only source of light. The long dark shadows danced on the walls and the eerily quiet atmosphere tempted to lull Shuichi back to sleep.

“He’s blooming in his sleep,” whispered Kaito excitedly, a wide grin stretching on his face.

Shuichi blinked, unsure if he’s heard that right. He was just about to open his mouth and ask him to repeat it when Kaito leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on Kokichi’s shoulder, one of his hands reaching out to brush aside a few stray petals that fell on their smaller boyfriend’s forehead.

Shuichi blinked again, slowly, the sight before him slowly registering in his still hazy-with-sleep brain.

Kokichi was laying on his side, lips parted slightly and quiet, barely audible snores escaping his mouth every now and then. Nothing unusual, considering that it was the middle of the night and the previous day proved to be quite exhausting. What was unusual, however, was the flower crown made of blue hyacinths and gardenias that was wrapped loosely around his head, petals intertwined together and resting gently against a mess of dark hair.   

“Oh.”

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