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People who say that aroaces aren't queer/don't belong in the LGBTQIA+ gang are funny to me

Cause I feel like in a world where romance and sex is a human expectation, that aroace makes you the biggest outlier there is

#Queer #aro #ace #aroace #aromantic #asexual

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word

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people born in 24 Are 2000 now

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#art

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gay

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current mood: subjunctive

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the fact that blurryface's voice found its way back into a tøp song that's about worrying they're gonna backslide is tearing me apart

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i am first and foremost a hater of the people who hate sai leave my babgirl the fuck alone

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the nuisance of our language is stunning

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Knowledge is empowering

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people who don't wear glasses are so weird like you just wake up and your eyes are pussy fresh??

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yippee!!!!

wahooo!!!

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never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱

#Worm.

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Some Stuff i thought about

Medieval knights, standing against the army of another kingdom. Bevor the fight can start, the King steps forward, locking his eyes with those of a knight standing on the front, ready to attack.

„Pretending to be a man again? Come over here, to your righteous place Princess of my realm.“

And the supposedly princess steps forward, drawing her sword and starring into the Kings eyes.

„I am no Princess.“

And when does words leave her mouth the fathers eyes go darker, his knuckles turning white from the force with which he is holding onto his own sword.

„Daughter! Stop playing games with me. I am your father and no daughter of mine will run around has a man.“

The daughter, with short hair and a knights armour cocked her head to the side and raised her sword, the tip embedding itself on the crock of the Kings neck.

„You have no daughter.“

She said drawing her sword back, a droplet of blood running down the Kings collar.

Turning around, taking a step forward to the rows of her own, the rows of which she called a family, she said: „Nor do you have a son.“

And the dawn lit his hair in a golden fire as he held his sword up, high into the sky.

„FIGHT! FIGHT ALONGSIDE ME! TO TAKE DOWN THE ENEMY.“, he screamed and while the other knights erupted in war cries and charged into battle, the prince turned around to face the one he once called father. The one he once called family, now an enemy to him and shadow took over his face. The sun standing behind him, blinding the one who couldn’t see who he really was.

„The Princess is dead.“, the knight said charging at the King. His father. And when the sharp edge of his sword sliced trough the man’s skin, he killed every memory of the princess.

#medieval transgenderism #Yes.