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straight man: *speaks*

me and the only other gay person in class:

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A story time on how I found out I was Demi. (No one asked addition)

Ok so, me and my mate Mia were looking up the different kind of pride flags and at the time I was pretty sure I was like... 100% Bi because I felt the same level of attraction to all genders- (We’ll get to that in a mo) - because she told me about a sexuality with an unusual name (not demisexuality. I’m getting to thAT IN A MO) and I was like “???” and I looked it up while FaceTiming her and went onto images in google search to see that there was a chart of different sexualities so naturally I was like “OooOO bI!” And continued looking through them while I asked about the different ones to her (most of which she had absolutely no clue about) until I scrolled across a snazzy one and I was like “yo what’s dis one about?” -then I flipped the camera and showed the Demi flag- and she basically explained it a little bit and was like “No sexual attraction until you are like really strongly emotionally connected with someone” and then I was like “huh.”

Then it hit me. I remembered how I had (still have :/) a crush on my best friend and how I always found her to be one of the only people I found actually attractive (Except for my other best friends but I knew that one first) and.... yeah. That’s when I realised that I am a demisexual. (I also realised I’m not a big fan of actually doing the adult fun time by Mia being a dickhead and talking about the segsx in more detail than necessary , but I’m still a teen which means I could just be a late bloomer but I go with the flow, you know?)

Oh and By the way. The things I didn’t get to in a mo was that the reason I experienced the same level of sexual (not sensual or physical or aesthetic) attraction to all genders is because there was/is none.

At the time I only knew about the more focused on sexualities that are actually looked at in the media like Asexuality, Homosexuality, Bisexuality,, Etc,, so when my friend told me about bearsexuality, (which I had no clue was a thing) I had to immediately look it up. I still don’t really understand so ima do more research on it but originally I was looking for the Definition of Bearsexuality and I turned out Demi by looking through google images.

TL/DR/Or got confused: Being confused about one sexuality lead me to find out I was a completely different one. Thanks google images!

#THIS ISNT MY PERSONAL ACCOUNT #Im too scared to share this story there #Demisexual #demisexuality #lgbtq+ discovery #what was that last tag

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They had not been seen together in the museum galleries for quite a while. Monet’s “Women with Umbrellas” are once again side by side in the Impressionist gallery.

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I’ve noticed that the only people in Lazytown who aren’t puppets are Robbie, Sporticus, and Stephanie. I know it seems obvious, but it got me thinking: a popular theory, that I support, is that Sport is an elf and I’ve seen others in which Robbie is part fæ(sp?), which I also like. So, what if all puppets are human and all live action characters are not. If this is the case it raises the question: What is Stephanie?

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:,)

when you ship yourself with Negatus.

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Don’t butcher me for laughing but this dude looks like the love child of Arthur Pendragon and a cat.

Once you see it, you can’t unsee it.

The Divine Comedy - Absent Friends

album of the day 

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I’m melting- this is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!

good morning to these talented husbands who are both called david and wear the same outfits and to them ONLY

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Anyone know which episode and season?

i am such a god damn child

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And he was falling || Thomas Thorne

Im pretty sure this is the first reader insert about BBC’s Ghosts that anyone’s made- let alone with Thomas Thorne. Let me know what you think.

P.S. this is what I do instead of sleeping when I’m meant to.

-🍯Xx

❗️Female!reader ❗️

The readers occupation and life status is a suprise. 👀👀

Icy wind blew the trees sideways like poor boney hands open to receive the first thing that was placed into them. Clouds coated the sky in a thick woollen blanket, impenetrable by the sun.

Rain spat down making ripples in the solitude lake below like tears in a murky, cold bath and the temperature was cold enough for one not to bare without a thick coat.

The ghost submerged neck-deep in said lake did not feel the bitter chill of the icy waters, nor did he feel the wind through the thick chocolatey curls piled upon his head- he was dead and had been for over a hundred years.

The ghost in question was a very upset Thomas Thorne who had stormed off after a row that had ended with his fellow housemate and ghost, the Captain, shouting.

It’s not that he wasn’t used to being scrutinised by his peers but the words that were shouted were ones that hurt. ‘Nobody cares about you or your rubbish poetry and your failed love life. Grow up Thorne.’

‘Does nobody really care?’ Thoughts plagued Thomas’ mind. The fear of truth in the soldier’s words alone stung as painful as the sting of an angry wasp. ‘Maybe he’s right. Why do I even bother with harbouring these feelings for fair Alison anyway?’

It wasn’t to far a stretch for the young poet to understand that the only living woman in the house didn’t reciprocate his feelings but he never failed to try and take his shot at happiness.

The lake water didn’t soak his clothing and the sludge at the bottom didn’t make a mark on his dainty, heeled plimsolls which for the living would be abnormal... maybe even a miracle depending on the situation but for ghosts, this was a daily part of their excistance. A constant reminder that nothing living related to them anymore.

The soft sound of heavy boots came trudging from along the banks of the almighty pool of water; which Thomas, being his melodramatic self, pretended to pay no heed to- his head still facing the other direction in a rather distressed manor.

He could hear the unnamed footprints stop at the waters edge and a weight slump down on to the muddy earth beneath them. He had to push down the small flicker of hope that perhaps this person came to coax him inside due to genuine concern as he continued to listen for clues as to who the mystery person was.

“Thorne..?” Came the warm yet strong and slightly gravely female voice of another housemate. The being in question was a person who was there before him and had subtly helped him through his death. A young pirate by the name of Y/N.

Y/N was an anomaly of her time- one of the only female captains of any ship... let alone pirates. She had died a while before Thorne, no one knew how. It was one of the many secrets that only the walls of the house could know. The walls of the house... and the deceased herself.

She had watched Thomas through, not only his death, but his life too, holding the knowledge of all the mishaps through the love-starved poets life. The amount of times he had been let down was not a pretty number. She knew how silence could drive him to hatred and overthinking, which, in Y/N’s opinion was surely much worse than any grudge that anyone could bare on the dandy poet.

So there she was. At the side of a lake watching every flicker of movement from Thomas with steady, watchful eyes.

“Have the others convinced you to come and get me or are you here to taunt me too? ” the poet jabbed, cursing himself for sounding harcher than he had intended. He enjoyed attention and didn’t want to waste it.

“No.” Came her sincere reply, “I’m here to tell you something.”

“I am in no mood to be patronised by some fony pirate!”

“I’m not here to poke fun at you, Thorne! I have more decency than the others and I know better than to worsen your mood when you’re in this state.” she exclaimed, honesty lacing her voice.

“Lay open then! I was in the middle of hard work!” he bit his toungue at how impolite he was being. She only wanted to tell him something and perhaps fetch him from the lake. It wasn’t like he enjoyed being there, he was just too stubborn to get back to land without someone coming to get him first.

“I just want to tell you that I heard your argument with Cap- yes I know it’s bad of me to not call him captain but he still isn’t telling us his name-” the first part of Y/N’s speech sent Thomas’ stomach plummeting at the thought of her siding with the Captain. He didn’t know why he cared so much about how she felt but he pushed away his thoughts, turning to the pirate and nodding for her to continue, “I assumed you need to know that I disagree.”

The poets eyebrow rose as he fully turned to face the woman. “Whatever do you mean?”

“I mean what I say. He’s wrong. Someone cares about you.”

“Who? Name a single person who has ever bothered to look at me twice! You can’t! Because no one cares for a melodramatic washed up poet. Go on. Try your best to name a single person who cares!” Thomas responded, exasperatedly.

“Me! I care.” The pirate said, her voice soft as the realisation dawned on the poet’s face. The realisation that she had always been there no matter how much he rambled, no matter how cold he was or how unbothered she seemed... yet he never took her acknowledgment into consideration.

“Oh.” The poet responded, the lines in his forehead ironing out and his snarky tone dropping as a fluttery feeling sprung up in his chest.

“Well. C’mon Thorne. You can’t stand in this lake all night... if we were able to feel temperature I’d tell you that it was warmer inside. Besides... don’t want to miss your turn on the tele-vis-ion.” Y/N said, standing up and brushing the imaginary dirt off of her long navy blue jacket with her oversized shirt cuffs and offering her other hand to the quiet man who begrudgingly took it and climbed up onto the muddy bank.

The silence between the two was comfortable and understanding, a newly found middle ground for the unlikely duo.

The silence was broken as Y/N turned to the poet, “If you need anyone to talk to- about anything at all... I’m always here.” She chuckled before adding, “I mean, I can’t physically go anywhere else... so I always will be here, but you get my point.”

It was as if a mask had been unveiled from Y/N’s face, for Thomas had began to see her in a different light. A light that shone brighter that any star he had ever seen. Walking along with her, her weapons swinging in their holsters below her jacket causing a soothing rhythm of clicking and tapping. It made a new sensation form in the bottom of his stomach. Her presence, not only felt authoritative but also slightly homely, the homely feeling he had never felt from another woman, whether they were one he was trying to woo or not.

Thomas quietly chuckled in agreement before the two returned to the understanding silence.

When he first met the intriguing pirate she had been loud and seemingly unbothered by the fact of her death. She was friendly, he would go as far as to say that she was friends with the other dead members of the house, but he was convinced it was her being the charismatic pirate she was.

In all honesty... he never truly noticed her. Upon his death and meeting the ghosts, it was like moving into a new house and you never notice how beautiful the design on one of the ceilings are... until one day you do and you immediately fall in love with how much character it has. She was just a piece of unmovable furniture to Thomas, who had just noticed her...

And he was falling.

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Ok. Hoped you liked it. I might make it into a series if it gets enough positive feedback. Constructive criticism only please! And also, please don’t steal 😊 Have a nice day/night dears! xx

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These men are inches away from a relationship- I can feel it.

It might be polyamorous with Robin though. But he’s not in it for the romance.

You can not tell me I’m wrong...

But I can’t physically stop you... it might just be a bromance to you, but because I melt for gay shit, ima go and say that love is in the air so get your Febreese away from my ship, Karen.

#six idiots #julicap #robin and julicap #robin is aro #i love these dumbasses #imagine alison waking up one morning #going to the kitchen #and seeing these two grown toddlers kissing #omg and she supports it because shes an ally #and thomas fanny kitty mary and pat are like #its cool dudes #but they still be scared about what fanny thinks #but shes like... a lady doesnt judge #i swear theres a fan fic on ao3 where she says that... #anyway #thank you for coming to my ted talk. #bbc ghosts #bbc #ghosts #simon farnaby #ben willbond #larry rickard #polyamory #itll be funny alison explaning to mike that two of the ghosts have unlocked the rainbow #SIMONS GOT GREAT LEGS THOUGH

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My aesthetic is the blood of my enemies.

#blood #enemies #children #souls #sausage suprise!

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The struggle of having a totally bomb idea in your head but then massively procrastinating to write it and then a month goes by and you either lose all the motivation to write it or realize how dumb the idea was for it in the first place.

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W-what about M-M-Mary Poppins?

Time Lords with high sex drives get banned from Gallifrey and that's how James Bond happened. That's why he's been played by so many actors. That's why one of those actors was Timothy Dalton, who played a(nother?) Time Lord at some point. That's why he's British.

the thought of time lords with high sex drives just getting booted off gallifrey is fucking hilarious

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I feel exposed. 🖐😔

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As someone who spend a whole night going through Doctor Who Wikipedia- absolutely mortified.

season twelve finale mood