She’s Cute

I love the aromantic or aro-spec Ruan Mei headcanon but I fucking hate like 90% of the people who headcanon her as aro/ace.

Her whole struggle to understand love and passing that on to the cat cakes she created would be so fascinating to explore through the lens of being aro. Because yeah, struggling to differentiate between different types of "love" is a very aro experience.

But so. Fucking. Often. The sentiment I see around the headcanon? "Ruan Mei is emotionless and therefore aroace," or even worse (and this is a direct quote lifted from a comment I saw, and I have seen similar ones multiple times), "I'd consider Ruan Mei's psychopathic ass to be aroace". Which is, in my opinion, very telling of the way you think about aroace people. Because why is your one aroace headcanon the character who is shown to have dubious-at-best ethics and little understanding of other people? Why do you think that this makes her aromantic?

I am so, so tired of the idea that "aromantic/asexual = emotionless" or vice versa. We have emotions. We just don't experience romantic/sexual attraction. The idea that aromantic people have something wrong with them, that we are somehow broken, is an idea that we should have left behind long ago and I'm fucking tired.

Unfortunately I DO think there's something inherently romantic about literally turning yourself into someone else's heartbeat

Sunday in the pokemon au! A novice trainer who’s just started his journey. Just ignore the roided up togekiss he’s been raising since he was six

my Roman Empire

WHEN (not if) we see Storm Bringer animated, I’m going to be completely feral. No one will be able to stop me. I am going to be the most annoying son of a bitch this side of the world.

*Hypnotizes you into being interested in ahavili*

I was walking through the toy aisle at Target when I found this thing and had a VIOLENT AND IMMEDIATE FLASHBACK to when JP first came out and they had a bunch of REALLY COOL T Rex toys that I would have sold one of my scrawny small-child limbs for but my mother wouldn’t get me one because they were “too violent and also ate people” :(

In a last ditch attempt to save your people, you offer your life to an ancient god of war and blood. Unfortunately, your translation of the ancient text was a bit off. You're married now.

Objectively speaking, the fanfic I’m reading is not good, but my goodness, it’s made my afternoon that much more enjoyable

They drilled for this