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hammerhead918:

As an panromantic asexual man I just wanna say I hate when people say sex is the only “true way” to show love/commitment in a relationship because I feel like love can come in so many different forms.

Here are some examples for instance:

  • Hugs/cuddling, kissing, cheek kisses, neck kisses, and Eskimo kisses
  • Reassurance and affirmation to one each other
  • Support for each other’s interests even if its not as much as an interest to you.
  • Acceptance to each other despite ones past, their struggles, or their inner demons
  • Support. Whether it’s vocal, silent, mental, or physical
  • Being someone’s shoulder to lean on or cry on
  • Being there for someone even through the hard times
  • Willing to sacrifice for them
  • Being each other’s best friend as well as true love
  • Giving your Time to them despite how it may affect your schedule
  • Devoting yourself to see them healthy and happy
  • Being their outlet to vent
  • Showing them an unbreakable bond and commitment
  • Making them things and giving them gifts
  • Making them feel like a fine piece of art and showing them how truly beautiful they are inside and out.
  • Making them happy to wake up in the morning
  • Giving them a reason to smile


Yall feel free to add more!

en-shaedn:

lackofa:

Giraffe-taur drops a quarter: the crappy comic.

okay but this is the purpose of the internet. I can look at a cute comic about a giraffe centaur who dropped his quarter trying to get a crappy vending machine snack. In no universe would I think of or make this myself. How awesome

“Did these people [in academia who claim that they are not exposed to disabled people] realize that when they encountered the work of Rosa Luxemburg (who limped), Antonio Gramsci (a crippled, dwarfed hunchback), John Milton (blind), Alexander Pope (dwarfed hunchback), George Gordon Brown (club foot), [Jorge] Luis Borges, James Joyce, and James Thurber (all blind), Harriet Martineau (deaf), Toulouse-Lautrec (spinal deformity), Frida Kahlo (osteomyelitis), Virginia Woolf (lupus), they were meeting people with disabilities? Do filmgoers realize when they watch the films of James Ford, Raoul Walsh, André de Toth, Nicholas Ray, Tay Garnett and William Wyler that these directors were all physically impaired? Why is it when one looks these figures in dictionaries of biography or encyclopedias that their physical disabilities are usually not mentioned – unless the disability is seen as related to creativity, as in the case of the blind bard Milton or the deaf Beethoven? There is an ableist notion at work here that anyone who creates a canonical work must be physically able. Likewise, why do we not know that Helen Keller was a socialist, a member of the Wobblies, the International Workers of the World, and an advocate of free love? We assume that our ‘official’ mascots of disability are nothing else but their disability.”

— Lennard J. Davis, Enforcing Normalcy: Disability, Deafness, and the Body (via irwonder)