“Lilo And Stitch” 2002

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I Will head canon Frankie Stein with Ehlers Danlos Hypermobility and no one will stop me.

Demons and Drag pt 2

Anitri and Surri sat on Jem's couch patiently as Jem brewed tea in the kitchen.

Anitri looked around the tidy apartment, staring at the rose mural on one of the walls. All other walls were white with forest green trims. It was rather peaceful with classical musical playing gently in the background.

A black fluffy, possibly fat, cat walked into the room, and stopped. Staring at the two strangers on the couch. It meowed loudly, fur puffing up on its neck.

"Lordie, leave them alone." Jem said as they walked in with a tea tray.

Anitri chuckled at the cats name. Surri narrowed her eyes at Jem. She's trying to understand the height difference. Yesterday Jem or Coco Rose as they're otherwise known, appeared to be about 6'5"yesterday. Now they seemed maybe 5'10". Seven inch shoes are nothing to sneeze at, but they perform in those. Wow.

"So," Jem started, "If you stay here, you will have to pay half the rent, along with obey a few rules."

The twins exchanged a look before Surri spoke their concern.

"What rules?"

Jem looked over the rim of their mug.

"No copulation in the apartment," Jem deadpanned, "Don't leave clothes in the bathroom unless you want them covered in fur, and don't touch my plants."

Anitri giggled over the use of the word copulation, while Surri rolled her eyes.

"Y'know, just because we're concubus, that doesn't mean we're sex fiends." Surri scoffed.

Jem quirked up their eyebrow in confusion and continued, "That's not what I was implying, sorry for the misunderstanding. I'm simply uncomfortable with any sort of happenings like that and do not wish for anyone to partake in such acts in my home. That would be a rule regardless of your race, species, gender or other components. Simply a boundary."

Surri was mildly surprising at how put together and generous Jem was being to them. She didn't exactly expect someone who knew them to be assassins to treat them so kindly, or even let them in their house.

"Oh, one more rule." Jem said, placing their cup gently on their coaster.

Anitri leaned his over, head on his hands as the were on his knees, "Yeah?"

"If you get blood on the floor," Jem said with a slight smirk, "Please use the rags in the purple bucket located next to the washer to wipe up the blood."

Surri wasn't completely shocked that Jem wasn't against their business but it's still appalling to hear someone so nonchalantly tell you that murder is okay.

"Well," Jem said, standing from their seat, "Do we have a deal?"

Anitri looks over to Surri with a smile. Surri sighs and stands.

"I believe we do," she answers, reaching out her hand to shake.

Jem smiles for the first time and shakes her hand.

"Let me show you the rooms."

Jem walked down one of the halls, Anitri hopping up to follow behind them quickly while Surri strolled along cautiously.

They walked by a door or two before reached the first room option.

It was a blank slate. It had a reasonable amount of space, a bathroom, and a sliding door closet. The floors were wood and the walls were pale grey. The window showed the city in all its underwhelming glory.

The next room was down the hall a bit more. It also had grey walls and wood floors but it had a smallish walk in closet, a two sink bathroom and a bay window overlooking the coast through the buildings.

"Dibs!" Anitri screeched, running to look out the window.

Jem turned towards Surri with a look that asked if she cared to challenge him. Surri shook her head with a chuckle.

Her brother may be the same age but he was so youthful. His spirit hasn't been crushed by the world yet.

'And we're going to keep it like that.' She thought to herself.

"Well," Jem's voice breach's Surri's thought, "If y'all need help moving in, feel free to ask, and if I'm not enough to help, I have a real eager to help friend."

Jem makes their way back down the hall towards the living room when they pause by the halls opening.

"Any questions?"

Surri remembered the busted up combat boots by the door that we're definitely to small for Jem.

"Whose boot are by the door?"

Jem looks over their shoulder with an almost quizzical look.

"They're Emily's."

“why bother writing bisexual characters if they just end up in a m/f relationship”

my dude

my guy

my pal

stop talking forever

What song would be playing on my pride float?

I...

I don’t know how to explain why other than I live this song and Robin is LGBTQ+.

Please help a black teen get out of their abusive home

tw: abuse, abusive home

“I go by Ana, I’m a black teen (I’m 19) and I want to leave my home since I’ve been abused mentally my whole life, a few weeks ago I was hit by my dad for the first time while he was enraged and under the influence of alcohol. My face is now scarred, I wasn’t even able to cure myself properly, my mom just gave me some bandaids and sent me to my room. I’ve been unable to scape since curfew it’s strict at night and it’s the only hours I’m able to leave the house so they won’t notice.”

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sorry but cancelling a genuinely good show about overcoming grief starring a girl of color played by an actress who's actually around the character's age, two queer characters (one of whom is of color) whose relationship kind of drives the show, and honestly just in general a show which goes out of it's way to do justice to its characters and actors is... certainly a move

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YALL ARE AMAZING AND VALID AND I WANT TO READ ALL YOUR STORIES AND SEE ALL YOU PROJECTS AND COSPLAYS AND COLLAGES AND AHHHHHHHHH

Reblog if Fan Fics are just as valid as Fan Art

Affirmation for writers, please!!

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Once I realised that I was Aro/Ace, I actually started to appreciate love and romance more.

Before, it always was this vague concept everyone was supposed to be a part of no matter what, but now it seems more like a fun way people can interact with eachother if they choose to do so.

Now that I no longer feel obligated to be a part of the whole romance thing, I'm actually more interested in stories containing romantic tropes. It feels freeing to no longer feel forced to picture myself in those situations.

Hello please reblog this if you're okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better