dude i don't really care if people ship aroace characters just please acknowledge that they're aro and/or ace. like,, aro and ace people still can and do enter into relationships of various types at times and not every aro or ace person completely lacks attraction anyway and some date even if they do, so like, ship them if thats what you want but please just be respectful.
just acknowledge that the character is aro and/or ace. do some research about what that might mean for them if you need to. treat those characters in a way that respects their identities and doesn't completely brush them aside.
im just tired. we can be in relationships. we can not be in relationships. we are still aros and aces. dont try and erase what little representation we get.
i would like to note that i see things in this way because i have never seen a 'professional' writer (like non-fanfic or not a small online creator) specify where an aro/ace character sits on those spectrums or how they actually view relationships of any type. i've also never seen any 'professional' writer's characters get to explore or express that part of themselves enough in their stories to give much better an understanding than just "not really interested in sex or romance".
if a more specific understanding of a character was provided and it meant that that character wouldn't be involved in romantic and/or sexual relationships or was repulsed by them than yeah, I wouldn't want people shipping them at all but i dont think i've ever seen that so thats not what this is about.
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laughin' till our ribs gets tough
(some dialogue under the cut)
PAN: do you remember the night we graduated?
MAMOTHA: of course I do. how could I ever forget?
PAN: oh, easily. you drank enough to drown a Klingon that night.
MAMOTHA: you forget, my friend, that I have the constitution of a Romulan. and, for the record, youre a lightweight, even by Human standards.
PAN: say what you will, but I know I wasn't the one tripping over my own two feet on the way back to our dorm.
MAMOTHA: you'll never let me live that down, will you?
PAN: absolutely not. you walked back barefoot because you knew you were too drunk to walk in those stupid heels, and then you still tripped and twisted your ankle. I had to carry you back!
MAMOTHA: you didn't have to carry me, you insisted on it. I could've hobbled perfectly fine, thank you.
PAN: oh, forgive me for looking out for you.
MAMOTHA: we're not getting into this argument again. it's been 5 years! besides, you had fun, too, don't deny it. do you remember when we finally got inside, and you were so relieved we got back without incident-
PAN: -and I went and tripped right over my own discarded shoes and we both hit the ground. yeah, I remember. only time I've ever seen you laugh yourself to tears.
MAMOTHA: I couldn't make it stop. I thought I was going to be sick.
PAN: you were sick. all over the carpet.
MAMOTHA: ha! right. I always did hate that carpet.
PAN: so did I. god, was that really 5 years ago?
MAMOTHA: it was. feels like it was just yesterday, doesn't it?
PAN: sometimes. and sometimes-
MAMOTHA: it feels like it's been a lifetime.
PAN: yeah.
MAMOTHA: do you remember what you said? after we stopped laughing, while we were still lying there.
PAN: course I do. we're gonna touch those stars, Mamotha.
MAMOTHA: almost. you called me Motha.
PAN: huh. so I did.
MAMOTHA: it's... been a while. since you called me that.
PAN: well... it wouldn't really be appropriate now, would it? since you're my captain and all.
MAMOTHA: ...no. no, I guess it wouldn't be. I guess I'm still getting used to that.
PAN: me, too. but... I am. getting used to it, I mean. you're doing pretty great.
MAMOTHA: ...thank you, Pan.
PAN: anytime, Captain.
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