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aromantic bisexuals are so cool
you are not "bad bi representation" or "shallow" for experiencing sexual attraction and not romantic attraction
you are not responsible for other people's stereotyping of bisexuality
you are welcome in the bi community
you are awesome
aromantic bisexuals are so cool
it's been said before and i'm sure said better than i can phrase it. but really, really - if you like making "i'm going to kill myself" jokes, please try switching to being ironically conceited instead.
anytime something goes wrong, say things like "ah well at least i'm beautiful and charming and everyone loves me." when you forget something, try "my big huge brain is so smart and thinking about too many other very big wizardly thoughts you wouldn't even understand." when you're frustrated by one of your symptoms, start talking like you're in My Immortal. "Life has come for me but my eyes are beautiful pools of gorgeous fire and my hair is amazing. I stuck my middle finger up at life and told it to fuck off and it did."
just... try it for a month or two. try saying the most absurdly self-congratulatory shit you can think of.
i know it's tempting to make suicide or self-harm jokes. and for me at least, a decade ago (!) when someone suggested i stop making those kinds of jokes, i was kind of at a loss for what to replace them with. i wanted to make light of these moments, but genuinely (at the time) my first thought really was suicidal ideation. there was a part of me that even felt like ... i was kind of "making light" of that voice. that if i could say i want to die lol, it would help take the sting out of that genuine (albeit passive) desire. like i could turn my illness into a joke.
when i started complimenting myself instead, it felt awkward and stupid. it felt really, really ironic. what i was actually saying was nobody would ever think this stuff about me, that's what makes it so fucking funny.
but. the effect was immediate. first thing i noticed was the people around me. when i dropped a glass and said ah my skin is too beautiful and sleek the glass has swooned and broken for me, other people were suddenly overjoyed to jump in with the joke. rather than making an awkward moment, we'd both start cracking up. ah princess sleek hands, i've heard of you.
i was 19. i hadn't noticed i'd been making others tense when i said i want it all to end. i know now that it's incredibly hard to know how to walk that moment - do you talk to them about your concern? do you potentially make them uncomfortable by asking if they're okay? do you ignore the situation? do you help them pick up the glass, or do they need to do it by themselves? are they genuinely made suicidal over this small moment? and most importantly, how do you - without professional training or supplies - actually help?
most people want to help you pick up the glass in your life, they just have no fucking idea how to do it. they don't want to make anything worse. they don't want to make assumptions about you. they love you, they're scared for you - and being scared makes people kind of freeze up. it's not because they don't love you. it's because they do.
now when something bad happens, my first thought is how can i make a stupid joke about this. it isn't my brain saying you're a dumb fucking bitch. i spend more time laughing. i spend more time being gentle with myself. i spend more time feeling good.
and the thing is - what's kind of funny - is that you'd be surprised by how many people agree with you. the first time i said i'm too pretty to understand that, someone else said to be fair you're the prettiest person in this room. i promise - you really don't know how kindly your friends see you. but they love you for a reason. they sort of reverse-velveteen-rabbit you. your weird and ugly spots fade away and you just become... the love they want to give you.
go love yourself ironically. the worst thing that happens is that you end up tricking your reflection into actually loving you.
CONGRATULATIONS TO SCAR FOR HIS FIRST MCC WIN!
Now Jellie is immortalized on the winner's podium!
good morning kiss 🧡
THEM 💛💛💛💛
(I would die for them, pls tell me they reunite 🤧💞)
i love them so much, dear @overlymetaromantic thank you creating such a amazing webtoon and characters ☺️💛
I can’t believe i almost forgot about this flashy mf’s birthday, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUGGY!!! Hope this is flashy enough XD
THEM 💛💛💛💛
(I would die for them, pls tell me they reunite 🤧💞)
Movie Night with the sillies!: <33
╰┈➤ Lucy's ability. Like I want a sleepover? Ok fine you can come into my room and NO ONE will bother us
╰┈➤Poe's ability is also so cool
╰┈➤Also Dazai like if we were in a world full of abilities it'll be pretty useful? Like, you can kill me if you touch me? Try me b—
╰┈➤ And Yosano's one. Since my health isn't very good, just like my relatives, I would like to save them if needed.
if i ask very nicely, will you reblog this post and tell me what is your favorite bsd ability? mine is demon snow 🤍
I-
i broke into ur brain just to call u out in this quiz (but in a soft way). how does it feel to be loved by u?
braid my hair f’ me (miles morales x blk!reader)
— the thoughts have been thunken. I thunked the thoughts
— made em real cute for y’all
— ⚠️: cursing, reader n miles being silly goof balls
the night was peaceful, with sounds of the city blaring outside of your open windows. you found yourself turning to your boyfriend to tell him all the gossip happening within your school, and he was actively listening and engaging with you in conversation. you showed him pictures on instagram of the people you were talking about so he could keep up with names and visuals, and it wasn’t until near the end of your gossiping when you realized miles stopped responding.
it looked like he’d zoned out completely, just looking in front of him with his eyebrows furrowed.
"baby?" you asked, snapping your fingers in his face.
like a wake up call, his head bobbed up to look at you with wide eyes. "hmm?"
"are you ok, think lost you for a sec," you snorted. miles contorted his face as she shook his head stuttering.
"it’s nothin' I jus- I mean- you think- ugh," miles groaned as his head flew back.
"it’s ok take your time," you teased with a small giggle. if miles was struggling to tell you something this hard, it was probably extremely embarrassing or he did something. you’d hoped it was the latter.
he sighed as he mumbled with his head hung low, "that guy— Tristan— you think his braids would look good on me?"
you looked at with unbelievably wide eyes and a look on your face that screamed "you’re joking." and it was in that moment you realized; oh my god, miles morales wants to get his hair done.
"y’know, I thought this day would never come," you mumbled looking at the ceiling.
you heard him suck his teeth and you looked back at him to see his back turned looking away from you bashfully. miles had never been bashful before.
it was then when you began to giggle uncontrollably. you leaned into your bed frame from where you were on the floor, and you just couldn’t contain your fit of laughter. once he thought the laughter had settled down, he asked, "yeah y-you done now?"
this only set you into another short-lived fit of laughter. you were laughing so hard and so loud, that miles swore your parents could hear you from downstairs.
soon enough, you were panting and coming down from your high only to face an unamused miles with his back facing you. you crawled over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind.
"you know… I can braid your hair," you chirped. he looked back to see the side your face smooshed into his back with a grin.
after a beat of silence, you heard a soft "hm" from miles.
"that’s not a no," you said as you poked his shoulder. he thought about it for a second, whether or not it was a good idea to let you do this.
for the few months you guys have been dating he wouldn’t let you touch his head, claiming to be tender headed and that the only person allowed to braid his hair was his mother. he said that she had “the touch.”
"she’s just the only person who’s soft on my head!"
"miles have you ever even gone to anyone besides your mom?" you asked in disbelief.
"…no"
since then, you’ve let it go after much teasing and humiliation towards your boyfriend.
"imma just ask my mom if she’ll braid it—"
"milesss c’monnnn! I swear i’ll get you looking right and I won’t grip too hard. please?" you pleaded. you hooked your finger under his chin to guide his eyes to your pleading one’s. for a second he looked unamused, but then you swore you saw his lip twitch upward.
"ok, fine. I will allow you to braid my hair just this once." baffled were you at this sentence as you pulled away from him.
"ALLOW ME?! baby say it with your chest, you know damn well you WANT me to braid your head," you sassed.
he chucked, "actin’ like you ain’t just beg me to let you braid my hair-"
"ahhhhh that never happened! I am erasing your memory, that never happened. you WANT me to braid your hair," you quickly said as you rubbed his scalp imitating mind control.
miles laughed as he grabbed your hands as he led you to the bathroom with him.
after making miles sit in a chair for 15 minutes under your sink, and running shampoos and conditioners throughout his scalp, it was time to blow dry.
you sat him down in your bedroom near your dresser with all the supplies laid on the table.
miles shifted uncomfortably in his chair and he kept looking back at you plugging in the dryer with worry in his eyes.
"miles, the blow dryer will not blow you away. you have nothing to worry about," your voice dragged. you watched in amusement as he dragged his hand down his face and a deep sign came from his mouth.
not turning the dryer on just yet, you got to work on parting his hair into fourths, clipping back sections as you went on. finally, it was time for my miles to face his biggest fear; the blow dryer.
he heard the whirlwind sound as soon as you flipped the switch. he winced once he felt the warm air coming to his scalp, "WAIT!"
"lord have mercy," you said over the blow dryer. you turned it off completely. "what is it miles?"
"w-what about heat protectant?" he stuttered as he puffed out his chest. you sucked your teeth as you walked to your bathroom to find heat protectant. you could hear miles’ soft sigh as you left the room.
walking back with the spray, you sprayed miles head as you told him, "you know the faster we blow dry, the faster all of this will be over right?"
"alright, alright-" he threw his hands up in defense and tilted his head. "-simplemente no tires demasiado fuerte por favor."
you squinted your eyes in thought as you tried to translate in your head, and after a second you understood.
"you have nothing to worry about, I got most of the tangles out of your hair when washing. this should go smoothly."
and smoothly it did… except for the fact that miles couldn’t stop bobbing his head all over the place. you kept having to grab his head to keep it upright with the blow dryer. "miles keep still, jesus!"
"what d’you think i’m tryna do?"
once blow drying was over, you turned miles head up to face you looking down at him from his sitting position. "that wasn’t so bad now was it?"
"hmm nooo," he groaned. you bent down to meet his lips for a small kiss, thanking him for his (very difficult) cooperation.
taking his hair out of all the clips, you got to parting six equal sections of hair to braid. as you parted you made sure to add zig-zag patterns with your comb, just to give his braids a little flavor. as you clipped off the sectioned parts of his hair to start braiding you checked to see if miles was okay to start
"you ready baby?" he said nothing.
"miles?" you asked again. when you heard no response, you walked over to check on him. what you saw was truly a sight to behold—
there was miles, shut eyed and breathing slowed with his mouth slightly opened. "I made him fall asleep," you thought to yourself. quickly, you stumbled over to your bed and found your phone. snapping a picture of him in this state, you giggled as you went to instagram to edit in a pink heart next to him and save it at your new lock screen.
swiftly placing your phone on the dresser along with all your hair supplies, we went back to doing his hair. you opened up some hair grease and gel as you went to work.
"miles," you shook him awake. "miles, baby wake up."
stirring out of the deep slumber you put him in, he stretched his long limbs as he looked around for a second confused.
"finished?" he asked groggily. you noticed his voice was scratchy and deep, still laced with sleep. you turned him around in his chair for him to come face to face with your dresser mirror.
his eyebrows furrowed and his lips formed to make a small "o" shape as he looked at himself in the mirror.
running his hands across the top of his head he exclaimed, “damn mami.”
"eek-! you like them?" you smiled as you bent over his chair to wrap your arms around his neck.
"of course I do, these are clean," he answered. he turned his head to face your cheek as he kissed you.
"ouu lemme take a picture," you said. you grabbed your phone from off the dresser. you unlocked the phone, but before you could open the camera app, miles caught a glimpse of your lock screen.
"um-! when the hell did you take that??"
— i am an avid user of the pink heart emoji
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— took me a while to decide whether or not I wanted this to be an e42 or e1610 miles fic 😞
— tbh it could easily be both
— @laylasbunbunny @ulovejayy @all444miles @nagi3seastorm
not seen my gf in like 2 months 😓 </3
woosan ready to fight • the real mv teaser