Whats up nerds, I’m alive
If you don’t recognize the blog that’s understandable, I literally just edited and changed everything.
The previous blog name was emmijuu, and I was previously going by the name Emma. Since then, a lot has changed.
Now obviously I haven’t been active for upwards of two years, and I pretty much have no excuse other than I just fell out of tumblr and had lost interest for a while. The primary reason I ever made a tumblr account was because I was feeling lonely during quarantine. I missed my friends and even though I was messaging with them every day, I was still missing human interaction and needed some sort of social media that would fit me and my nerdy 8th grade brain. So what did I do? Well, my IRL friend @bordon-freeman had an account on this funky little website called tumblr, and I decided hey, why tf not?
But what happened, is I eventually started high school. In person. And when I was finally able to see people again, I guess my need for tumblr fizzled out. Leading me to go inactive for a very long time. And for that, I apologize.
I’m sorry for those of of you who were my friends on this website, I kinda just up and dipped out of here, without really any warning or heads-up. Not even a goodbye.
So, now that we’re here…
I don’t know if I’ll still be active on tumblr. I want to try because I really miss this website and the energy it emits, and what it has to offer in terms of people, and content. I’ve met some of the nicest people on here. Realistically I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay active on here, because I’ve been gone so long and then just popped up out of nowhere.
But I still want to try. What can you expect from me in the future? Most likely the same things as before, but with even more fandom shit and an improved art style. I don’t know how well this will go, but we’ll see.
From now on please do me a favor and call me June, that would be much appreciated.
Thank you all for reading, and expect to hear from me soon. And please, DM me and/or send me asks if you feel comfortable doing so!
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Hot take:
If a character doesn’t have a canon Sexuality and/or Gender Identity there isn’t any harm in having your own headcannons.
Specially Changing a characters Canonical Sexuality/Gender Identity so it fits better with your ships is disgusting behavior.
I’m looking all you Radio/Whatever shippers in the eyes when I say this.
Alastor is Aroace.
If he were in a relationship with someone, it would be a QueerPlatonic one. He wouldn’t be having kids with anyone. He wouldn’t be kissing anyone. He is Asexual and Aromantic.
And it’s getting increasingly frustrating as an Aroace person with even Less representation in Media than other lgbtq+ sexualities/identities, to see what little representation we do have get changed and disregarded.
It isn’t even about Alastor at this point, there’s so many Ace and Aro coded characters, or canon Ace characters, who get ignored, overlooked, or have their sexualities changed to something else and I’m so tired of it.
Asexual and Aromantic people aren’t any less valid than any other Sexuality. We deserve to have representation in the media, and we deserve to have that representation respected by other members of the lgbtq+ community.
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Afterwards, they do a race. They don’t talk about it, but it’s there, between them still. Something settled between them. Cleo doesn’t know how to say it; they never know how to say things like this. Still, they need to, so they wait until Ren’s race is over and then hike through the jungle to go sit on top of Etho’s base and wait for him to show up as well.
He doesn’t. He’d gone to their base. Instead of just showing up for each other, they have to somewhat awkwardly coordinate over text which base to meet at. It forces everything to feel more real.
When they finally meet up, it’s in the shopping district, leaning against the button. A dangerous game in theory, but Cleo’s not fully convinced it can explode at this point, so.
Cleo breathes. They’re both quiet for a moment.
"Okay, so like, are we doing this?" Cleo says.
"I don’t really know, uh, what this is," Etho says, "but I… care about you. I think. So I think we’re doing that."
Cleo nods once. "You know I don’t fall in love, right? I’m not going to fall in love with you, I don’t do that. Might say something about loving you, but it’s not the same thing. Different sense of the word. It’s different, loving people and falling in love, got it? And I won’t do that second thing. I’m never going to do that second thing. I don’t--"
"Okay. I know," Etho says.
"Do you?" Cleo asks.
"I mean, not entirely, but I’m frankly surprised we’re having this conversation in the first place. I never expected you to be in love with me."
"But I’m not," Cleo says. "I’m attracted to you, and I love you as like, a companion and friend or whatever, but I’m not in love with you. I’m. Ugh. I wish I knew the right words. I just--I also don’t let go of things so if we’re doing this you’re going to have to get used to that real fast. Me not being in love with you but me not letting you go, both of those things."
"You're attracted to me? Aw, Cleo," Etho says.
"Don't be an ass," Cleo says.
"Sorry, sorry. It's just, geez, this is--a heavy conversation, huh?"
Cleo sighs. "We'll work on the deflection."
Etho rubs the back of his head and looks away. "Uh, in that case. If I'm maybe a little in love with you--"
"I can't--I can't reciprocate that, Etho," Cleo says, and their voice cracks as they do.
"I know," Etho says. "I just want to make sure it's okay, then."
"You can't help that, can you? Just like I can't help that I still sort of want to kill anyone who hurts you."
Etho seems to think about it for a while. Cleo resists the urge to fidget. She's a zombie. She shouldn't have the urge to fidget; she should be too dead for that. Besides, it's hardly like it's a secret she doesn't fall in love, exactly. It's just... it's only relevant sometimes. Feeling like, as she watches Etho and Bdubs dance around each other, she's on the outside looking in. She'd kill to hold their hands, to protect them, hell, even to kiss them--but that's different. She just can't summon the same emotion of... she doesn't know.
Martyn had almost gotten it, for all he didn't get anything else, in the end. Scott was never going to fall in love with her in the first place, for obvious reasons. Whatever attraction she and Pearl have going on, it's definitely not love.
But this...
"Okay," Etho says.
"That's it?" Cleo says.
"I mean, does it need to be anything else?" Etho says. "It's not like we can just... not do this. I think it's too late for that. Whatever 'this' is. I'm in love, and you aren't, but we'd both be pretty upset to lose this, right? So I'll... figure it out."
Cleo swallows. They feel small. "Will you? Do you understand?"
Etho shrugs. "I understand that it's you, and it's you that this happened with, not anyone else."
"Okay," Cleo says. "Okay."
"Is it okay if I kiss you? Just to try it, I mean. Not like, as a--this is a bad time, actually, I don't want to try to make any kissing we do romantic, I mean, you just told me this won't be romantic, I--"
"Yeah, sure, you can kiss me," Cleo says, and he leans in to kiss them. It's nice. A little soft for what they'd want, really, but nice. He leans back. He looks them in the eyes.
"I get it a little more now."
Cleo is baffled. "How? Kissing is just like, a thing we did? How does that have anything to do with any of the rest of this."
Etho laughs. "I definitely get it a little more now. What do you want to tell the others? I know they're definitely gossiping."
"Ugh. Can we just, like, not?" Cleo says. "I don't want to have to explain it."
"I'll just be confusing then, got it," Etho says, and Cleo can't help but laugh themselves.
"This is why you're my favorite," Cleo says, and they think maybe this will work out okay, after all.
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