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The way I view shipping makes a lot more sense when I remember that I’m quoiromantic.  The defining line between different types of relationships is in many ways all squiggly wiggly and gray for me.  In a lot of cases I don’t care whether the dynamic is platonic or romantic or sexual, because the thing that matters to me is the intensity of the emotion and bond.  That it’s tangible and meaningful.  You don’t have to be dating for someone to be a major and meaningful part of your life.  

Which is why the “ships” I get invested in aren’t necessarily romantic, or I don’t care what label they technically fall under.  Maybe they don’t fit a traditional label.  Many of my favorite dynamics probably end up veering close to “queer platonic” or “platonic life partners”.  Or maybe there’s platonic kissing, but dating is never something on their minds.  I just feel like there’s a lot more nuance to these things than is always portrayed in a very ship focused sort of fandom and I really love the nuance.

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Trying to express your feelings to someone when you’re quoiromantic is such an Experience. Like, “I feel a Lot Of Things for you. Mhmmm, some Really Strong Emotion of some kind, that’s for sure. I want to be around you all the time and we should hang out- Go out?- Hang out. Yeah, that. We can hang out, and I’ll hug you a lot. And hold your hand. And like… kiss you on the nose? Except no, that’s too ~romantic~. But maybe I want that? But maybe not. I don’t know.”

And sometimes you just summarize by saying “I love you,” but then… what if they took it the wrong way? What if they think you mean it romantically? What if you do mean it romantically? But what if they think you mean it platonically? Maybe you do. Why is this so damn confusing???

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Quilccion attraction is basically "according to this vocabulary sheet I should be able to classify my feelings but to my extreme frustration they continue to only fit half of any given definition at any given time."

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If I’m not really close with someone and they ask whether I’m gay, I usually respond with something like “Yeah, basically,” unless I feel like the question is likely coming from someone who isn’t cis/straight, in which case I might respond with anything from “…ish,” to “I’m asexual,” depending on how much I think I’ll have to explain about non-binary gender / asexuality / being quoiromantic and how much time/energy I have to provide that explanation. And it’s because the question, “Are you gay?” has different contextual meanings. If a straight cis person asks me that question there’s a strong chance they mean “I had assumed you were straight until you started talking about your spouses with he/him pronouns; please clarify that I heard you right,” in which case “I’m gay” is a sufficient answer – whereas if a gay person asks me whether I’m gay there may be an additional layer of “I’d like to know if we have certain life experiences in common,” and the answer to that is more complicated. If I tell a straight person I’m gay, or if I tell a gay person I’m asexual, or if I tell an asexual person who uses the split-attraction model I’m quoiromantic – all of these are truthful attempts at conveying the same information about myself using whatever language is most likely to be understood in context. And for me, the same applies to terms like LGBT or queer.

Basically what I’m getting at is that all our sexual/romantic identity labels are at best imperfect and context-dependant tools that allow us to communicate some vague approximation of facts about who we are to each other.

I dunno, words have a purpose and an impact, but they’re also all fake, I guess. And that’s basically my position on everything in “the discourse”.

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I need a "friend with benefits" where the benefits are cuddles, movie nights, and platonic dinner dates.

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What Do I Want?

A Queerplatonic Partner. That’s what I want. And I don’t understand why it’s taken me this long to come to that conclusion. Whenever I try to explain to allos what I want in place of a romantic relationship, I end up just describing a queerplatonic relationship. And I’ve only just realised that.

I don’t want a boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other. I want a partner. No, not the partner you’re thinking of. Not a romantic partner.

I want a best friend. No, not the best friend you’re thinking of.

I want a life partner. Not a life we share. Two individual, separate lives. Two individual separate paths that just so happen to intersect more often than not.

I don’t want someone to come and complete me. I don’t want a better half. I want someone who can validate what I’ve already made of myself. 

I don’t want someone who can answer my questions. I want someone asking the same questions as me. I know that person would, at the very least, have an idea of the life I’ve lead and the world I’ve seen. And they’d know what I need because it would remind them of what they need. Besides, questions are lot less fun once they’ve been answered.

I want someone who can fight my personal strain of loneliness. I don’t want anyone trying to treat me for the same loneliness that society assumes everyone has.

I wouldn’t even care if the relationship appeared romantic from the outside. We’d know it belonged to us, not to romantic culture. Only we would understand what it meant and no amount of fairy tales, rom-coms or friendly dating advice would clue anyone else into what we’d have together.

That’s what I want. Yeah.

- Watt

If anyone with a QPP wants to share their experience, please do. I would love to hear it. 

Is your QP another arospec person you’ve met? Or did you explain the concept to a friend who you really wanted to be QPs with?

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Our culture is obsessed with romance and it’s fucked up

Every time I feel depressed and lonely I just assume it’s romantic love I’m missing. Or, you know, whatever the closest arospec equivalent would be for me. Whenever I feel alone and in need of someone to be emotionally open with and someone to be physically close to I think of a romantic or queerplatonic partner. That’s what I grew up dreaming off, that’s what every single piece of media keeps telling me I should want.

But the reality is that my idea of an ideal relationship looks less like what the movies always show and more… like a really intimate friendship. I want someone I could rely on to be there and listen to me and be my support when I deal with my problems, someone who would, in turn, rely on me to repay that emotional labour and always be there for them. Someone I could talk about silly things with and discuss the things we love, make each other laugh. Someone I could cuddle with while we watch our favourite TV show together. And yes, maybe I would like some kissing and spooning at night as well, but frankly, those things would just be a nice bonus and I’m not even sure how I’d react to those.

The thing is, I know I can get all of these things without romance being involved. I’ve gotten many of them out of good friendships in the past. It’s finding someone willing to dedicate themselves to such a relationship is… difficult. It’s difficult to find someone understanding of this, who doesn’t equate emotional closeness and a desire for a long-term relationship as a sign that “it’s time to move onto the next level”.

I’ve run away from that in the past. Even though I had strong feelings for the other person as well. I am unable to express my feelings to those of my friends I am attracted to in my own weird way (alterous attraction?) because I am terrified of our relationship changing if they don’t reciprocate my feelings but even more terrified of the same happening if they do. Starting an intimate relationship, even a long distance one sounds very nice, but I can bring myself to risk sacrificing a friendship for it. Even if the other person feels the same, even if the relationship works out and I don’t lose them to a breakup, what if everything becomes different? What if I lose the platonic part of the relationship, the part that made me care have feelings for the person in the first place? The part that I know I need more than anything else?

A polyamorous queerplatonic/platonic relationship in which I get to live together with a few amazing queer people is the dream. But it feels unattainable. Our culture is so obsessed with romance (especially between cishet people) that not only is it difficult to find what I’m looking for, it makes it difficult and painful to figure out what that even is in the first place. I know that platonic relationships matter to me more than anything else. I know I am capable of having crushes on people, I know it happens rarely but hooboy, is it bad when it does. And I know that even those all-consuming crushes aren’t enough for me to prioritise the thought of a non-platonic relationship. I still don’t know where on the aro spectrum I am. Maybe I’m demi, maybe grey, or quoiromantic, or… I don’t know. But I know I’m angry with our culture for making sure romantic relationships are the only acceptable kind of intimacy and that the idea of not wanting such a relationship feels almost inconceivable.

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cara: are you alright? you didn’t sleep last night

din: i got a solid 8 minutes.

din: not consequetively but it’s fine. you’re not even that blurry

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richard siken / anne carson / arctic monkeys / salma deera / lana del rey / richard siken / ganjashleigh / maggie stiefvater / the japanese house

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When I hit shuffle, I want the EXACT RIGHT SONGS in the EXACT RIGHT ORDER to play. Why is this so hard for music players to achieve. Sure I dont know what songs I actually want to listen to, much less the order, but if computers are so smart they should be able to figure it out.

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Do you think you could do playfighting hc with the sinclair brothers, jacob, martin, and carrie? I really your hc for the other slashers and in curious about these ones too!

continuation of play fighting !

this is gonna be funnnn !

bo sinclair

oh you wanna fight ? well now you’re fighting . bo doesn’t play fair , and he loves to win . he’ll be enjoying watching you lose again and again , and you will be roughed up .

he’s going to flex on you , remind you of how strong he is compared to you . he’s going to make you feel small and helpless and he’ll love every minute .  if you don’t walk away with bruises and bite marks he didn’t do his job . 

also , prepare for this playful scuffle to end up in dirty , rough sex . he’s got a power trip going , and making you submit is the only thing on his mind . he’ll dirty talk to you while you fight and then again while you fuck .

vincent sinclair

he isn’t one for play fighting . as much as he likes it when you submit to him , he doesn’t want to use violence , even playful . he has to wrestle with the to be wax figures enough as it is , and it doesn’t give him a power trip like it does bo .

if you find him in a playful mood , he’ll put up some of a struggle , but ultimately let you win , knowing full and well that he could easily over power you . and maybe that’s why you like play wrestling with him so much . 

lester sinclar

honest to goodness , it’s a fun silly , happy time . laughter and play growling . jonesy barking happily as she watches you play . it’s going to involve tickles and kisses and you’re probably going to get filthy . 

he loves play fighting . loves picking you up and rolling around . he’s strong enough to win every time , but that’s not fun . it’s always a mix of winning and losing . and no matter what , you’ll end up giggling and cuddling .

jacob goodnight

don’t . . . please don’t wrestle with him . at least until he’s 100 % comfortable . it might bring back unwanted ptsd flash backs of abuse . he needs to be comfortable . keeping it light and soft is the best bet . just be careful . this poor sensitive boy will break down . 

martin ( 1977 )

martin doesn’t like play fighting . he doesn’t want you to struggle against him . he’d just prefer aggressive full body cuddles . 

carrie white

play fighting with carrie is more like cuddling in a field of flowers and rolling around . there’s no fighting . just giggling and clinging and kissing and laughing . you end up with grass and flowers in your hair and both flushed and sun kissed . 

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Did I make a slashersona? Yes. 

After getting the final design done is the next thing I drew them on a date to a dinner? Also yes.

#my ramblings #yeah #i love this idiot #god. #they've got like 3 emotions and care about like 2 people #he's good at pretending to care tho #very charismatic #i hope i can nail down her personality and stuff consistently #like i love creating characters but personalities? in depth backstories? consistency? actually doing anything with the character? #never heard of it. #i do love their look tho. #i just feel iffy with why they kill tbh #im new ok #i've seen like 4 horror movies #i need more data

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Decided to do my own outfit drawing meme for fun! Send an outfit and a character for me to draw!!

#for later #outfit meme

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slasher’s reaction to there s/o getting taken or held hostage

part one | part two | part three

@motherthoty  asked: Could you do a slasher reaction to there s/o getting taken or held hostage? I just gotta know man 😖

jacob goodnight

held hostage

hot tears streaming down your face , hands digging into the arm around your neck . weakly you call out for jacob , wanting to reach out for him but gasping and coughing when the man behind you tightens his grip . jacob looks barely restrained , eyes wild with fury unlike you’d ever seen before . it takes all you can to try and stand as the homeless man tugs you again , causing more noises of chocking pain to spill past your lips . 

the voices in head , the church choir singing , the flashes of his past murders all fill his head , but every face is replaced with the man in front of him . he’s speaking , but the words don’t reach . all jacob knows is that he is going to kill this man for touching you , for making you cry , for making those pretty perfect eyes of yours fill with such fear and pain . 

he takes a step forward and the homeless invader almost stumbles back , he curses , yelling words that jacob doesn’t care about . his eyes flick to you , and you sob out , reaching out for him . instinct tells him to take your hand and pull you to safety , but the moment he reaches out the invader jerks harshly and you let out a sob of pain .

with a roar of anger he surges forward . you’ve been hurt too much , and he can’t take it anymore . the invader seems to know that he needs to run , and he tries . he doesn’t make it but just out side of the room before jacob is there , grabbing the back of his skull and bashing it into the nearest wall . 

he doesn’t stop until there’s no head left . not even bothering to take their eyes as a trophy . his hands are covered in gore and viscera , but he doesn’t care as he moves back into the room where you’re sobbing . you see him , and run into his arms in an instant . he holds you , tight and firm , pulling back to look into your eyes , to see if there is any fear , left . but he only sees relief and love . 

martin ( 1977 )

taken

keeping you safe . that’s what he’d screamed and cursed at you . cuda , who only ever talked down to him . he’d seen how much martin loved you , how much you loved him back . and in some way that made martin’s blood boil , cuda had taken you . martin slammed into walls , anger thumbing do him as he heard the chanting prayers . what was cuda trying to do to you . twisted memories , or where they hallucinations , of his own forced exorcisms and how terrifying they were pushing him to sprint up the stairs . not you , cuda wasn’t going to hurt you , he wasn’t going to make you believe , he couldn’t . 

garlic was on the door and it made martin furious , tearing the offending ring off and tossing it to the ground as he tried to open the door . locked . he knew he wasn’t strong , not strong enough to break in a door . he calls out your name , promising you that he’ll be there soon as he races to grab a kitchen knife , stabbing at the weak wood so he’d have a better chance of forcing it open . 

adrenaline and fear coursed through him at the sounds of you sobbing , of you crying out for him , of the two men in the room yelling at you . his own angry noises filled the air and soon he was tossing his body into the door . it tore open and he looked as wild and dangerous as cuda had always called him . the priest yelled , tossing holy water at him , but it did nothing , nothing at all as he saw how utterly terrified you were . 

he was a clean killer , good at making it seem like he was never there , good at hiding . but all precaution were tossed away when he saw cuda raise a wooden stake over you . his knife found its mark and cuda screamed , crying out that he was being murdered so loud in hopes the neighbors would hear . and the priest did the sign of the cross before trying to bolt . but the old man was fat and slow , and he was faster . 

a bloody mess , martin couldn’t even bring himself to lick his lips to taste the crimson the craved so badly . this blood disgusted him . nimble fingers undid the binds that tied you to the bed , holding you in his arms while you sobbed into him . he’d have to spend time cleaning up his mess , getting rid of the bodies , steal money and anything else he’d need . he was on the run again . but at least he’d have you , and no one would ever try and take you from him again . 

carrie white

held hostage

how cruel could they be ? how much crueler to her ? to you ? carrie was still , seething with rage as the boys harassed you , shoving you this way and that for protecting her . you’d spent so much time with her , defending her from cruel peers who seemed to love to attack her in every way . she’d grown so used to it until she met you , until you spent time with her , showing her what happiness was . and now …

they laughed , shoving you hard , hitting and pinching you for hanging out with someone like her . calm , louder than her normal quiet voice , carrie told them to stop . they didn’t listen , shoving you to the ground and starting to kick at you , thinking it was all some fun game . 

carrie didn’t ask again . her eyes flicking to the basketball goal in the neighbors yard . her intense gaze went back to group , too busy making you hurt to hear the sound of metal and plastic screeching on concrete . with every whimper you made the sound crew louder , grew closer , until the three boys were being hit by the sheer heavy mass of the goal stand . but it wasn’t enough . 

she was aware that you were crawling over to her , battered and bruised and limping as you stood , but she was intently staring down a car , the trapped boys unable to do anything she lead it over their body’s their screams filling the air . finally her gaze when to you , eyes softening . 

the sounds of screams of pain and people coming out of their houses , yelling to call 911 fell deaf on her ears as she cupped your face . in her soft , sweet way , she asked if you were okay . 

& don’t forget that you can buy me a ko-fi if you wanna leave a little more love ! tho , honestly … i prefer tea … hmmm . OR you can come be a patreon and help support me in my efforts to make a light novel for my oc dallas ! 

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slasher’s reaction to their s/o getting taken or held hostage but for Dallas?

Dallas Buchanan

taken

He should have followed his gut and killed your best friend . He should have known they’d come looking for you . And now here he was , and empty house , a broken back door , and you — gone .

His fingers clenched into a white knuckled fist , cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders as he stormed out of the house , stopping only to grab a hay hook and his mask as he passed the barn . They couldn’t make it far , this was his land after all , and no one knew his land better than him .

Hysterical crying is carried on the wind , the sound dog desperate pleas . For a man his size , he’s silent with every quickening stride he takes . He has to find you . Has to bring you back home . He has to remove that good for nothing nosey fuck for trying to take you from him . God dammit , you were his !

He stops just short of the tree line , watching and waiting for the right moment . He doesn’t want you to get hurt during this . After all , it’s not like you were running away . You’d already promised not to do that . And they way you struggled and fought , tears streaming down your cheeks as you begged to go back . . . It made his heart swell with pride . You knew your place was with him . It’s a shame your friend didn’t listen .

You see him before your friend does , your gasp of relief , or was it terror , alerting them . They barely turned around before Dallas was sinking his hook into the side of their head , tugging it down with a sickening crunch of bone and tearing of flesh . As they drop Dallas can tell their still alive . And he doesn’t kill them get , instead turning to you and becoming you over . And like the perfect little thing you are you move to his arms . Apologizes dripping from you like sweet honey .

It’s all he needs to hear , all he wants to hear , and all he wants the bastard under his heel to hear before he stops down easily with his boot , crushing in their neck . You let out a startled sob , but Dallas only heard it as a thank you as he picks you up , numbering soft promises that no one will ever take you from him again .

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Might fuck around and make my own slashersona idk.

#i love character design #im terrible at backstories and actual consistent personalities #idk maybe #rambling

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Its @slashersins slasher oc, Dallas Buchanan!

I just,, really like the idea of him,,, would be his friend 10/10! I wish I could be consistant with face shapes but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ its what ever.

Also! Howdy! Its me Scooby! Im just like, never logged in ever.

#my art #art #Dallas