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Dandelion haters should burn. You're telling me that I shouldn't whimsically blow on a seed puff and make a wish? Why? So that I can avoid spreading pretty yellow flowers onto otherwise boring green lawns? Because the HOA hates color? Boo fuckin hoo. I will beat your fucking ass.
How I feel spreading dandelion seeds all over the lawns of the wicked.
Give me some tips/tricks to make my edits better (it’s my first time) also shout out to @mid-nightcrow for inspiring me to make this.
Also these audios are made by @escapedaudios go check him out :3
Not an editing tip, but I think you meant to use this flag for Blue Infinity 🫣
Failed Date Night
-smut, dom! Jean w/ teasingsub! Intern, sneaky
You stood in front of the full-length mirror in the upstairs bedroom you shared with Jean, adjusting the outfit you'd chosen with very deliberate intent.
"Baby, are you almost ready?" Jean's voice drifted from the bathroom, accompanied by the sound of running water. "Our reservation is in an hour."
You smiled at your reflection. The outfit was perfect. You'd chosen it specifically because you knew exactly what it would do to him.
"Almost!" you called back, running your hands down your sides, smoothing the fabric. "Just need your opinion on something."
Jean emerged from the bathroom, still buttoning his own shirt—crisp white linen that made his tan skin look even more golden. His dark hair was slightly damp, pushed back from his face, and he was barefoot, which you always found unfairly attractive. He'd rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing forearms that had no business being that distracting.
He looked up, and you watched his hands freeze mid-button.
"So?" You turned slowly, letting him take in the full effect. "What do you think?"
"Shit," he breathed, his accent thickening the way it always did when he was flustered. His dark eyes tracked over you with an intensity that made heat pool low in your belly. "What do I think?"
"About the outfit." You played innocent, adjusting yourself in the mirror. "Is it too much for the restaurant?"
Jean's jaw tightened. You could see him fighting for composure, his fingers resuming their work on his buttons with deliberate focus. "It's... fine."
"Just fine?" You turned to face him fully, leaning back against the dresser. "I can change if you want."
"No." The word came out rougher than intended. He cleared his throat. "It's perfect. You look perfect."
You bit your lip, watching him struggle to finish buttoning his shirt. "You sure? Because I have that other outfit—"
"Love.." His voice held a warning note. "Boom and Bing are downstairs."
As if on cue, Boom's booming laugh echoed up from the game room below, followed by Bing's higher-pitched cackle. They were playing cards, completely oblivious to the tension crackling in the bedroom upstairs.
"So?" You pushed off the dresser, crossing the room toward him with slow, deliberate steps.
Jean's eyes darkened as you approached. "So you should stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?" You stopped just in front of him, close enough that you could smell his cologne—something woody and expensive that he'd never quite left behind from his old life.
"Like you want me to ruin those clothes you just put on." His hand came up, fingers ghosting along your jaw but not quite touching. "Like you wore this specifically to drive me insane."
"Would I do that?" You tilted your head, letting your lips brush against his palm.
"Yes. You absolutely would." His thumb traced your bottom lip. "You're doing it right now."
You caught his thumb between your teeth gently, watching his pupils dilate. "Maybe I just wanted to look nice for our date."
"Liar," he murmured. His other hand settled on your hip, fingers pressing into the fabric. "You're playing a dangerous game."
"Am I winning?"
A rough laugh escaped him. "Too well. Too fucking well."
You turned back to the mirror, ostensibly to check your hair, but really to give him a perfect view. You bent slightly, adjusting your shoe, and heard his sharp intake of breath behind you.
"Fuck," he muttered. "You're killing me."
"I'm just getting ready." You straightened, meeting his eyes in the mirror. They were molten now, all pretense of control slipping. "Is there a problem?"
"You know exactly what the problem is." He stepped closer, his chest nearly touching your back. "You wore this knowing what it would do to me."
"Did I?" You leaned back slightly, feeling the heat of him. "Tell me what it's doing to you."
His hand slid around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel exactly what it was doing to him, hard and insistent against your lower back.
"That," he growled in your ear, "is what you're doing to me. And we have dinner reservations, and our friends are downstairs, and you're standing here looking like every fantasy I've ever had."
You turned in his arms, looping yours around his neck. "Sounds like a you problem."
"A you problem?" His laugh was strained. "Baby, you're the one who's going to suffer when I get you alone later."
"Promises, promises." You traced the line of his jaw with one finger. "Maybe I don't want to wait until later."
"Boom and Bing—"
"Are very invested in their card game." You kissed the corner of his mouth. "They won't even notice."
"They'll notice if you can't stay quiet." His hands slid down to grip your ass, pulling you harder against him. "And you're not very good at staying quiet."
"Maybe you're not very good at making me want to stay quiet."
That did it.
"Enough," he snarled. "You asked for it."
In one fluid motion, he spun you around and walked you backward toward the bed. Your legs hit the mattress and you fell back, bouncing slightly. Jean followed you down, his body covering yours, one hand braced beside your head while the other worked at undressing you.
"Jean—" you started, but he cut you off with a kiss that was all heat and hunger and barely restrained control.
"No," he breathed against your mouth. "You don't get to tease me like that and then say my name so sweetly." His fingers made quick work of your clothes, pushing fabric aside. "You want to play games? Okay. We'll play."
He kissed down your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point, and you arched into him with a gasp that was too loud.
His hand immediately covered your mouth. "Shh," he warned, his accent thick. "What did I say? Boom and Bing are downstairs, but they'll hear you if you're too loud."
You nodded against his palm, and he slowly removed it, replacing it with his mouth in a kiss that swallowed any sound you might have made. His hands were everywhere—sliding your clothes off, touching bare skin with a reverence that contradicted the urgency of his movements.
"This is what you wanted, right?" he murmured against your collarbone. "To drive me so crazy I couldn't wait?"
"Yes," you breathed, helping him with his own buttons, desperate to feel skin against skin.
"Then you're going to have to be very, very quiet." He bit down gently on your shoulder. "Can you do that for me, baby?"
"I'll try."
"You'll do better than try." He sat back on his heels, pulling the rest of your clothes off and tossing them aside. His eyes raked over you, dark with want. "Because if they hear us, I stop. Understand?"
You nodded, already aching for him.
"Use your words."
"I understand," you whispered.
"Good." He made quick work of his own remaining clothes, and then he was back over you, skin against skin, his weight pressing you into the mattress in the best way. "Now let's see how quiet you can be."
His mouth found your neck again, kissing and biting a path down to your chest. When his lips closed around your nipple, you had to bite your own hand to keep from crying out.
"That's it," he praised, his voice low and rough. "So good for me."
His hand slid between your thighs, and you were already embarrassingly wet. He groaned softly when he felt it.
"Fuck, baby. All this from just teasing me?" Two fingers slid inside you easily, and your back arched off the bed. "So fucking wet already."
You grabbed his shoulders, nails digging in, trying desperately to stay quiet as he worked you with his fingers, his thumb circling your clit with maddening precision.
"Jean," you whimpered, "please—"
"Please what?" He kissed you deeply, swallowing your moan. "Tell me what you need."
"You. Inside me. Now."
"So impatient." But he was already positioning himself, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. "Remember—quiet."
He pushed in slowly, and it took everything in you not to scream. He was big and the stretch was intense and perfect, and you had to bury your face in his neck to muffle your sounds.
"Fuck," he breathed, his control slipping. "So tight, so perfect."
He started to move, slow deep thrusts that hit every nerve ending. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he cursed against your ear—a stream of breathless profanity that made you clench around him.
"You feel so good," you whispered. "So fucking good."
"Shh." But his hips snapped harder, faster. "You're going to get us caught."
From downstairs, you heard Boom shout something about his hand, and Bing's responding groan. Jean used the noise as cover to thrust particularly deep, and you had to bite his shoulder to keep quiet.
"That's it," he growled. "Bite me. Mark me. Let me feel it."
His hand slid between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, and the dual sensation was almost too much. You were climbing fast, pleasure building at the base of your spine.
"Jean, I'm—I'm close—"
"I know, baby. I can feel you." His thrusts became more erratic, his own control fraying. "Come for me. But quietly."
His fingers circled faster, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you, and you shattered. Your orgasm crashed over you in waves, and you had to press your face into the pillow to muffle your cries. Jean fucked you through it, his own breathing ragged.
"Shit, I'm—" He barely got the warning out before he was coming too, burying himself deep with a muffled groan against your neck. You felt him pulse inside you, hot and perfect, and it triggered another small aftershock that made you both shudder.
For a long moment, you just lay there, tangled together, breathing hard. The fan continued its lazy rotation overhead. From downstairs, the card game continued, Boom and Bing none the wiser.
Jean lifted his head, and you saw his lips quirk into a satisfied smirk. "So much for dinner reservations."
You laughed breathlessly. "We still have time."
"Look at you." He gestured at your thoroughly debauched state—hair messed, lips swollen, skin flushed. "We'd have to get ready all over again."
"Whose fault is that?"
"Yours." He kissed you softly. "Absolutely yours. Walking around in that outfit like you weren't asking for exactly this."
"Maybe I was." You traced patterns on his back. "Maybe this was the plan all along."
"Diabolical." He rolled onto his side, pulling you with him so you were tucked against his chest. "You're dangerous, you know that?"
"You love it."
"I do." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "But next time you try this little stunt, we're not making it to the restaurant at all. I'll fuck you right here and keep you in bed all night."
"Is that supposed to be a threat?"
"It's a promise, baby."
You snuggled closer, feeling satisfied and lazy and thoroughly loved. "We should probably actually get ready. We can still make it if we hurry."
"Or," Jean suggested, his hand sliding down your side, "we could order in. Tell Boom and Bing we're not feeling well."
"They'll know exactly what we were doing."
"They probably already know." He grinned. "You weren't as quiet as you thought."
You smacked his chest. "You said I was good!"
"You were good. For you." He caught your hand, bringing it to his lips. "But I know every sound you make, baby. And that was definitely your 'Jean is fucking me so good I can't think' sound."
"I do not have a—"
A knock on the door interrupted you. "Ey, you two!" Bing's voice called from the hallway. "Me and Boom could hear everything downstairs. Everything. You gotta learn how to fuck quietly, man!"
You and Jean looked at each other.
"We'll keep it down!" Jean called back, his voice strained with barely suppressed laughter.
"Yeah, you better!" Bing shouted. "We're trying to play cards down here!"
More cackling from him as he retreated back downstairs.
You buried your burning face in Jean's chest. "Oh my god."
"I told you," he said smugly, running his fingers through your hair. "Not quiet enough."
"This is your fault."
"My fault? You're the one who wore that outfit."
"Which is now somewhere on the floor, completely wrinkled."
"Too bad." He kissed you again, slow and sweet. "Worth it."
You couldn't argue with that. "Rain check on the fancy restaurant?"
"Absolutely. Next week. And you're wearing something completely unsexy."
"Like what?"
"A t-shirt and jeans. Baggy sweatpants. Anything that doesn't make me want to tear it off you."
You grinned. "You think that'll help?"
He sighed dramatically. "I'm doomed. Doomed to be seduced by my own partner in my own home."
"Poor baby." You kissed his jaw. "How will you survive?"
"With great difficulty." But he was smiling, that soft smile he reserved just for you. "And great pleasure."
You lay there a while longer, wrapped in each other, listening to Boom and Bing argue about pizza toppings from downstairs. The Havana heat pressed in through the windows, but you didn't mind. Not when you had Jean's arms around you, his heartbeat steady under your ear, and the promise of many more date nights—successful or otherwise—stretching out before you.
Eventually, you'd have to get up. Put on actual clothes. But for now, you were exactly where you wanted to be.
"I love you," Jean murmured into your hair.
"I love you too," you whispered back.
And if dinner reservations had to be sacrificed for moments like this? Well. That was just the price of being with the man you loved.
Even if that man had absolutely no self-control when you wore the right outfit.
(You were definitely wearing it again.)
I can't wait to read this 😍
Started making this sketch before tonight's match and we actually won ‼️‼️ Alfonso should now be Spain's lucky charm 😼✌️
Wait I just noticed that his player number is 170 🤭
So if I made a little NSFW fic, Who would you want to see?
Choices
Castin (Desmond)
Alphonse (Yuurivoice)
Ashley (Escaped)
Basher (Escaped)
Jean (Escaped)
Rhett (Desmond)
Other (Put in comments)
Hey. It's been a while.
I don't think I'll ever re-open the asks here. I thought about it and it's just not worth it.
The last straw for me was towards the end of the page's run. I ended up spreading some very malicious misinformation about notwhorosethinks. He contacted me, cleared it up, and showed the receipts. I deleted all the posts about him. I take responsibility for it, I was negligent in moderating the ask box.
I also had a talk with magebunkshelf after people were using this page to vaguepost about drama between Gatorboys fandom members, further escalating their feud. I let it slip through the cracks. Mage was very understanding and reasonable with me, even though I was in the wrong and I was nervous as hell because that was my one of my only times speaking directly with a VA one-on-one. I deleted all of those drama confessions, but I still feel guilty, because I let people who were enacting harassment have an unaccountable shield of anonymity when the purpose of this page was to protect people from harassment.
The goal of this blog was to provide a space to have critical opinions of audios, the same way people can give critique of any other form of media, without fear of backlash. Audio RP is a very tight-knit community, and some people are very protective of their favorite audios and are quick to organize harassment and exile other members of the fandom over perfectly valid opinions.
The things I let slip through were only a fraction of the bad posts. You didn't see the asks that I didn't post, but they were bad.
There were absolutely malicious, hateful, highly personal rants about VAs getting sent to me that had nothing to do with their audios. There was doxxing info in my ask box that I frankly wish I never even saw. I was getting confessions where people gleefully wished that a certain VA they disliked would SA someone or groom a minor so that there would be a reason to cancel them. Some people even wanted to egg the community into "placing bets" on VAs doing unforgivable shit and listing out which VAs they hoped would do something problematic or illegal. There were asks making completely baseless and speculative claims about VAs, trying to psychoanalyze them and their sexualities in frankly creepy ways. There were post directly calling for the "removal" of certain fandom members by name. I went and warned those people that people were trying to use my anon asks to target them for harassment and abuse, but they just kept coming.
On top of all that, people were harassing me. If they took issue with the opinions in an anonymous ask, a lot of them would turn their aggression towards me and send anon hate and harassment. People would get mad and accuse me of censoring them when the queue was overflowing and their asks took too long to post. People would send me anon hate for even letting this blog exist in the first place.
It was absolutely draining. I wanted to give people a place to express their opinions without censorship, but I also had to draw a line somewhere and moderate the asks. Drawing the line between a controversial opinion and straight up harassment was exhausting, especially as more and more people intentionally blurred the line. Knowing what personal information about VAs was publicly known and what was doxxing info became a nightmare to keep track of. Checking to see if claims were legitimate or complete misinformation became impossible. The inbox got bigger and bigger with more asks to moderate, and I let more bad posts onto the que.
At it's height this blog only had around 330 followers. There's just no way that such a small group of people should produce so much conflict and wear me out so hard.
So yeah. I'd say I'm done. I take responsibility for the times I spread misinformation and enabled harassment by shielding bad fandom members from accountability. I think the right move is to just shut this thing down for good. I still love audios and the Tumblr audio RP community. There's so much amazing fanart and fics and comradery here. But please, let this be a lesson. Let people have opinions and disagreements without resorting to organized harassment. It really shouldn't be that hard.
There's another blog called Positive ASMR Roleplay Confessions. It seems like a much nicer place. I don't run it and I had nothing to do with its creation, but I wanted to give them a shoutout.
Thanks to the people who made this blog fun in the early days before it went downhill. Thank you to the people who understood the purpose of this blog and used it responsibly. Thank you to Priest from the RA confession blog for giving me a shout-out early on when I had very few followers. Thank you to the VAs who create all of these amazing stories, despite all the bullshit you go through. You guys were stars.
-Ringmaster
"Hey," Ash can't help the exasperated chuckle that slips from his lips as he cups his partner's shoulder and gives them a light shake. "Focus, we can't do this scene if you keep giggling like this."
Denny's is trying, they purse their lips and nod, furrowing their brow to force themself to lock in. "No, you're totally right. I'm serious now. Very serious."
Ash's brow raises. "Seriously?"
"Extremely."
He tries to fight the smile that tugs at his lips. "Can you at least lose the voice? It will help me believe you more."
Denny's drops their deep faux serious voice for their own. "Okay, I'm extremely super very serious now."
Ash shakes his head goodnaturedly, presses a kiss to their forehead and picks his script back up. He clears his throat dramatically.
Alright... from the top.
"Those lips would look a lot better doing something else," his line is soon interrupted by shy giggles gurgling out of his partner.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry--" they swat their hands all around. "I just... I've never heard you say things like that."
It's true. With their relationship just starting as his acting career was taking off, the two of them didn't have a lot of time for the more freaked part of their dating.
Ash gives them a look. He's not mad or anything, but God, this was a lot easier with Thad and he kept interrupting scenes to ask about 'character motivations'.
"You done?" He can barely hide his smile now.
"I'm done," Denny's smiles all innocent.
Ash closes his eyes. He knows better than to trust that smile. He makes a big show of clearing his throat yet again... and then he makes his move.
Leaning forward, he plants his hands on the chair, boxing Denny's in. His nose nearly brushing against their, their little gasp of surprise sends their breath washing over his lips. Ash makes a very deliberate show of lowering his gaze to their lips.
And in a low voice he murmurs to them, "those lips would look a lot better doing something else other than distracting me while I'm working," his eyelashes flutter as his gaze raises to theirs. "Don't you agree?"
Then he holds.
Only to immediately pull back as they move in for the kiss.
"Good, you're not giggling anymore. Let's continue," he grins down at them, absolutely proud of himself.
I love it when VAs get a little silly, both in their audios and behind the scenes/on social media. I think a lot of boyfriend VAs really try hard to keep the whole sexyman persona up, but they should let loose more! I promise, we'll still like you! I actually think it feels more authentic and attractive when a man can relax and indulge a little silliness now and then. It's actually a super green flag and we love them for it when they goof around.
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Paper cutout animation test! Featuring my wip Moho rig.
I made a quick animation in Moho and then exported the individual frames and used a cricut to cut them out. Then, I did a "quick stop-motion test" on a makeshift light table because I am apparently insane.
(Adding a few sheets of vellum helped sell the look.)
The Moho animation took about 30 mins...filming the stop-motion shot also only took about 30 mins. (because it was only 2 seconds.)
But the printing, cutting, gluing, and other fabrication.....took days.
Anyways—behold him.
When someone comments or kudos my fic and I check their profile, if it's 2020 or newer I silently judge them.
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It might be their side account, dude.
Bro, they could also just be born in the 2000s???? A teenager could easily have started an account during the pandemic, and then six years later be still commenting on fanfic?
People who were 16 in 2020 are now 22.
Presumably, anon is turning up their nose at comments from The Youth. I'm guessing this is mostly intended as more "Fandom was overrun by ~normies~ during lockdown!" crying though.
Anon, sincerely, as someone whose AO3 account number is 87, you are being silly.
What happened during lockdown is that AO3's traffic spiked because everyone was terrified, broke, and bored. Lots of new accounts did get made then, but I fundamentally disagree with the idea that a vast wave of n00bs-to-fandom who were very mainstream in their tastes suddenly overran everything and started behaving like bulls in a china shop.
I think a lot of people who were all-in on fandom but not that invested in AO3 decided they needed an actual account because they were now spending more time on AO3. I think a bunch of people who'd never noticed that archive-locking exists suddenly realized they were missing out on some works. I think fans who were still entrenched on FFN or Wattpad (and no, not all the fic there is bad) decided to make the jump to AO3. I think people who got bullied or stalked or who just like keeping different genres and vibes separate needed new accounts. I think a bunch of people who'd been all over fandom 20 years ago got into Heated Rivalry or whatever other latest hot fandom, came back to fandom in general, and realized they needed something more recent than Yahoo Groups.
Some people are just too young to have old-ass accounts, but even us middle-aged people have lots of reasons to have a young account. Yes, even people who are great writers. Yes, even people who understand AO3 cultural norms. Yes, even people who are not cringe or outsiders or undesirable in whatever way anon is thinking of.
He's home
Remember in Wolfsjäger, chapter 9 when Anelise said that jäger was like the wolves he hunts?
So this MIGHTYT Be a slight stretch but in chapter 5 when they had reached sanctuary, the MOMENTFather Ernst started to get closer to them, Jäger’s first response was to defend Schafer.
Do you know what is wolves first reaction when that have an injured packmate/mate while cornered by another predator? ITS TO DEFEND THEM OR GET HELP FEOM OTHER FROM PACKMATES which in this case is Weißhund but uh let’s just say that didn’t so so well
I KNOW THIS IS MY SECOND POST IN A ROW BUT IVE HAD FREEDOM TO ACTUALLY THINK NOW SO PLEASE HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT🥹♥️
I was convinced that Jäger was secretly a wolf until Escaped confirmed that Weißhund would have attacked him if he ever turned.
✨Bienvenue power bottoms!✨
Idk how to interpret this but I love it.
If I was a philosopher in 1644 I would have simply would have clobbered René Descartes the moment he proposed mind-body dualism. As he begged me to end my onslaught I'd say "don't worry René! I'm not harming you, I am simply beating your body!".
I would take this same approach to any philosopher proposing Metaphysical Solipsism or Moral Nihilism, with slight variations on my taunt. "Don't worry, I'm not real!" and "don't worry, you can't meaningfully argue that this is unethical!" would be pretty good I think.
I’ve been a longtime fan of Zsakuva ASMR roleplays his immersive storytelling and vocal range are undeniable talents. But over time, I’ve noticed like so many of us a certain repeated pattern concerning the plot : every single villain or evil protagonist in his work is mostly a woman*. Not only that, but these female characters are almost exclusively reduced to multi-dimensional caricatures of cruelty such as: the female predatory teacher in the professor serie , the stomach_stabbing by the nanny in the boss serie , the evil heiress in the master one with his listener being neglected from their previous owner because of a mistress , the lord gang's son who was being cheated once by his ex girlfriend, The best friend and his jealous girlfriend with all her hatred towards the listeners who are originally all males no matter the audience's headcanon which can be the main reason behind!? since a female listener doesn't spark the creator's motivation which is completely understandable and respected since the end goal for both sides is telling a good story but this kind of unintentional feminine dismissiveness undermines his potential as a storyteller and alienates his largely female audience which he is highly aware of this demographic statistic as he proudly stated in one of his posts, and please bear in mind I'm not accusing him of internalized misogyny , laziness creativity over malice or sexist trope instead he can for instance introducing evil male protagonists with his future characters not necessarily voiced by him if it's also the supposed reason but through collabs with other creative Asmrists.
I believe saku is talented enough to do better. Great storytelling challenges tropes it doesn’t recycle them. If he truly values his audience, he’ll reflect on this critique and grow. If not, well that’s its own answer.
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Let's nottttttt. Let's just fucking not.
Don't say he should introduce evil male characters. He already has. You mention the cheating ex-girlfriend in the Gang Lord's Son series, but that's a minor off-screen antagonist. Did we forget Jame's betrayal in Elias' series? That was a way bigger deal. What about the people who tried bombing him? Hello? That and the morally grey/bad characters he himself has played. The evil male Zealots that got killed in his M4M Incubus series?
You said they're all women but it sounds more like you're sensitive to the presence of female antagonists. Honestly, female villains ARE a challenge to the standard trope. Female characters are underrepresented as main characters across most media, but they're EVEN MORE underrepresented as villains. Let the girls be BAD.
bluntly if the only time you ever mention asexuality is to praise asexuals who are kinky or laud “asexual perverts” or go on about how “asexuals write the best smut” or otherwise only treat asexuals who perform a certain amount of sex as worthwhile or valid then I do not trust you
The weird thing for me is just the fact that every time you want to talk about asexuals in a way that even implies that they have any disinterest in sex or at the very least some distance from sex, a million people will show up out of the aether to "educate" you. Someone will tell you that asexuals can feel sexual pleasure, and can willingly have sex. Someone else will boldly proclaim that asexuals write the best smut. Another person will call you acephobic for suggesting that asexuals aren't fucking and writing porn and jacking off and cumming all over the place 24/7.
There's this intense, kneejerk reflex on this site to make assure that asexuals are still associated with sex. As if being sexual was the most super duper important, most sacred, most assailed upon part of asexual identity. That's insane. That's a complete inversion of the truth. Asexuals suffer from having sexually imposed on them, not the other way around.
I get it, it's a spectrum, whatever.
But it feels like we're at the point where there's just no vocabulary left by which to describe someone who is just separated from sex and sexuality. Not repulsed by it, not knee deep in home-made smut despite having no sexual attraction. Simply not doing it or interested in doing it. Just separated from it. Disinterested. Out of the game by choice, by sheer virtue of being asexual.
I have no idea why people act the most important axiom of pro-asexual advocacy is reminding people that asexuals can still engage in sex. We don't need to be reminded. You remind us every day. I think you need to be reminded of asexuals that have nothing to do with sex because they really seem to be getting left behind at this point.
At least in Tumblr/other online pro-queer spaces. I get that the internet isn't the whole world though, but oh my god it's getting exhausting.
Heightflation among literary male love interests is out of control man. So many people got into an arms race to make taller and taller dudes that people will be legitimately shocked if you say a male love interest character is 5'10" and ask why you chose to make him so unbelievably short. I can only presume this is because they read that Prince Sexyfae was 6'4" and don't actually conceive about how colossally large that is, and just imagine a normal slightly above average height to the point that their brain adjusts and the heightflation cycle starts.
Someone on the /r/RomanceBooks subreddit did an analysis of the best selling romance books of 2024 and found this:
Most of them are vaguely described as over six feet, with the most common explicitly stated heights being 6'3" and 6'6". There were more MMCs over 7 feet in height than under 6 feet in height, even though 84% of American men are under 6 feet/1.83 meters. 6'6" (slightly over 1.98 meters) is fucking gigantic. I really don't think people's envisioning of these characters is really keeping up with how massively large that is. A slim build at that height is around 200-210 lbs, a muscled and built frame at that height is more like 260 lbs or more. Most stores don't even carry clothes that fit that kind of size.
Among my characters, my only MMC that is Romance Novel MMC-height is like… Crow (6'7"), who's character largely revolves around the fact that he's superhumanly fucking huge. The fact that random ass businessmen or cowboys or 18th century aristocrats or whatever in romance novels are just casually walking around at approximately the same height as my barbarian superhuman mutant MMC is actually hysterical to me.
We've gotta correct on heightflation lmao this is getting silly. People act betrayed and deceived when you make an MMC 5'11" (two inches above average American height). Love interests will become kaijus pretty soon.
5'2" FMCs looking at their boyfriends if their height as written was true to life.
LITERALLY THE WUTHERING HEIGHTS MOVIE POSTER!!!
This is funny to me because that's what this height difference really does look like (even with Margot Robbie in heels), and even though Jacob Elordi is tall as shit he's still not quite as tall as 6'6" Possessive Alpha CEO with a Dark Past #14,982.
I will never not burst out laughing any time i see this
Im so sorry- they look RIDICULOUS
All that and they're still closer in height than the average romance novel height difference, I'm CRYING.
