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so apparently recovering from surgery gives me ample time to make almost 50 halloween gifsets. y’all are gonna have a very fun halloween on this blog

asyipyip

I can’t get over this lmaooo

noblepeasant

catgirlhell

ok, after actually looking up the term and doing some goddamn research (my goodness somebody on the internet actually decided to look something up before forming an opinion, dear god what a day), i can pretty safely say that everyone hitting this post with the “that’s just a friendship!” bit is wrong! and i can explain why! i myself didn’t get this initially! but after looking into it, i realized that it’s mainly due to the framework i was thinking in! Yeah, there’s actually merit to what these people are saying, this is stuff that’s been considered and these are indeed terms that exist! they were also coined by ace people specifically to describe their relationships! So what gives? What does Queerplatonic Relationship mean? well i certainly fucking didnt get it at first, but it stems from attempting to define a kind of relationship that there arent really words for in the standard english lexicon! the poster above me is a TERF, and wherever i see myself agreeing with a terf i also see that there’s possibly some flaw in my logic or understanding of the thing. Basically (mind you this is only some very cursory and basic research, just type the term into google lol), QPR’s are a way of defining a relationship that has many of the same obligations and aspects of a traditional romantic relationship, without any of the explicitly romantic parts that come with having a spouse or romantic partner.

the idea of living in the same place, or jointly bringing up children, and performing many other tasks as a kind of unit that society would often mislabel as something done by two romantic partners in a union of some kind (i use that term to loosely define an exclusive relationship, not actual binding marriage, though this can include such). the idea of the QPR isn’t just “friends”, it’s very specifically “individuals in a platonic relationship that perform a number of the social aspects of a traditional romantic partnership”.

like, be real for a second. if someone described their relationship with someone to you and said “Yeah we own a house together, we have a kid that we adopted and take care of, we decided to get a dog last week and we file taxes as two members of the same household.”, you wouldn’t look at that person and assume that they arent romantic/sexual partners of some kind, because... well, traditionally, that’s shit that married people do. getting hit with the additional “Yup! And we’re not romantically or sexually involved at all! She has a boyfriend that she visits on the weekends and I’ve never had a romantic relationship in my life.” would throw you for a goddamn loop! What would you even call that relationship? and that’s where the term comes from: an attempt to define a very specific kind of relationship that certainly can and has existed, but isn’t commonly recognized or talked about!

so i think everyone shitting on these folks owes them an apology, i know i personally do for making assumptions that clearly weren’t true!

cannabisbutch

Actually QPR was coined by aromantic people but asexual people do also use it!

shadowkat678

Finally I have a reason to reblog this after cringing every time it's come across my dash.

thememedaddy

flyzzle

Its always fun to draw different outfits on her... Ignore that ladynoire looks hella out of place I just wanted to draw this outfit for a cat miraculous and decided to give it to Marinette

bake-n-hacks

That didn't answer my question, why do you have so many bricks in the back?

johannes-van-helsing

"Ah yes, I wonder how they got there, it wouldn't have anything to do with the individual who's been stalking me for the better part of a month, would it."

bake-n-hacks

He's doing the lord's work.

#your gas milage mist be shit #The Hierophant || What hides beneath The Mask? || Hero Verse #Ask and Be Answered #bake n hacks

johannes-van-helsing

Not only is your credit score a mess, so is the back seat of your car. Why are there so many bricks in it?

"Jokes on you, not the first time a car I drove has been smashed to hell, besides, strictly speaking its not even my car."

bake-n-hacks

That didn't answer my question, why do you have so many bricks in the back?

#was it Baby Boy?#The Hierophant || What hides beneath The Mask? || Hero Verse #Ask and Be Answered #bake n hacks

cheaphalloweencostume

not to get too deep on main but did anyone else have such deeply rooted issues with their self worth for so long that they thought as a kid/teen that their only redeeming feature was being “low maintenance” and now as an adult you give yourself guilt pangs asking for any more than the barest minimum in virtually any relationship because asking for things might negate your only good quality which is just “doesn’t ask for things”

splickedylit

#you don’t believe you can be liked so you settle for being useful

johannes-van-helsing

:)

Enjoy your present at home

"....I would ask how you broke into my house but at this point I am used to having my house broken into and I am uncertain if that is a sign that I need a vacation or not."

bake-n-hacks

:)

#i bet your happy thag i did your dishes #The Hierophant || What hides beneath The Mask? || Hero Verse #Ask and Be Answered #bake-n-hacks #Yes Johannes you need a fucking vacation

johannes-van-helsing

Do you want a cupcake?

"...Wait a minute...." He paused as he glanced at the profile "You...I've seen that calling card all over the place...I don't know you but I know that calling card and I know what happens to the people who get it. What do you want."

bake-n-hacks

I don't want much. :)

#i am here to cause problems #your credit score is TERRIBLE #The Hierophant || What hides beneath The Mask?|| Hero Verse #bake-n-hacks

perpetuallyconfusing

Cupcake/Scarecrow fic

I wrote this while listening to this playlist on YouTube. Also no one asked me to write this, but I did! its only a lil bit though.

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Wedged into the corner of the still train the small man struggled to keep from hyperventilating. The air was filled with the noxious gas. His mind was flooding with images, sounds, smells, clips of memories. The small man knew this feeling. Jon got out.

In the distance there was a deep chuckling, and the steady clunk of boots, with each step they grew nearer until… silence. Kneeling down the tall man stared at Rith for a long moment before a large grin broke out on his face. “Well wouldn’t ya look at that…” the southern drawl dripped in a sadistic interest.

“such a sweet little thing. scared outta your wits, but still tryin’ so hard to stay calm.” Reaching a gloved hand out, The Scarecrow brushed a lock of hair out of the brunette’s face. “Now Doll, lemme get a look at you,” icy blue eyes locked onto soft brown ones, the lopsided, long grin resting across the unstable man’s face as he spoke. “The toxin’s gotta be well and good in your system by now and you're still only breathin’ a little heavy. Ya’ sure are special aren’t ya’ Doll?” Reaching out with his other hand, Scarecrow picked up Rith. “you’re gonna be comin’ with me doll. We have so much to talk about.”

The brunette lay frozen in the larger man’s arms, the gothamite knew better than to fight back. He wouldn’t win this fight. His best chance was to convince the Scarecrow, but how could he? Jon may not be able to feel fear, but he certainly did get high off of fear toxin, like everyone else. Clenching his fist, the small actor forced himself to focus on the present. Ignore the fear, focus on being kidnapped, and trying to stop it. He was in a subway tunnel. Getting carried off by the scarecrow. The hacker’s mind roamed, grabbing for anything, but as he lay, absorbed in his thoughts, he felt it get more difficult to think. He was drugged. Jon had an anesthetic. Scrunching his nose, the brunette looked up at his captor and with the last of his strength snarled to the rogue. “Bastard.”

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Eyes open the small man was met with a ceiling. CH-CHUNK. A normal bedroom ceiling. CH-CHUNK. Dread pooled in the brunette’s stomach. CH-CHUNK. As Rith sat, he noticed a weight on his neck. CH-CHUNK. Delicately touching the thing around his neck, right was able to identify it as a wide collar around his neck. CH-CHUNK. It sat close to the brunette’s neck, but he could stick a finger between the mostly leather material and his flesh. CH-CHUNK. Looking around, the brunette found the source of the noise. On the far side of the room sat Rith’s kidnapper, typing away.

Dark hair spread across the tall man’s shoulders and back as he typed away. Rith kept quiet. He did not want to break Jon’s focus. Brown eyes scanned the room as he got his barings. If it were not for the sunlight pooling through the window curtains. The room would be woefully underlit, the only other light source being a singular, dim, lamp beside the Scarecrow.

As he took in the scene around him, the dread in his gut only intensified. He was in new clothes. Taking the dread and using it as fuel the brunette moved towards the window, examining it, opening to be able to escape from it. “I wouldn't do that doll.”

Rith jumped, spinning around with a fist. It was smacked away by the scientist towering over the brunette. “Now, now doll, no need to be hittin’.” A small smile fell upon his pale lips as he spoke. “Now, why dontcha tell me your name darlin?” Jon was imposing on a good day. It was not a good day. His sunken, sleepless eyes and near permanent smile, only helped to make the man personify looming.

Jon’s usual patience wore thin as he waited for a response. He took a step closer to the smaller man, causing Rith to essentially be pinned against the windowsill. “Name, doll.”

“Rith.”

Chuckling, the dark man’s smile grew. “That’s a good boy,” grabbing the small man’s wrist, Jon dragged the brunette out of the room and through the house. Rith followed obediently, deciding it is better to play along. Soon they were in a decrepit kitchen, sitting at a table. “Now darlin’ let's set some ground rules, shall we?” the scientist did not wait for a response. “You ain't going anywhere without my say so Doll. that pretty little collar of yours makes sure of that.”

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thats all the brain power i have for scarecrow for now!

lemme know if you like it and maybe want more