So my conflict is that I love teddy but I hard core ship wolfstar- so here’s how I fixed it in my head.
So, like, Tonks is asexual- never wanted anyone, never needed anyone- wants to be a career girl. And of course Remus is still hung up over Sirius after OoTP- werewolves mate for life. So one night they both have the late watch for the order, and they stay later and get drunk on firewhisky- and they’re just like, “why not experiment?” So they have terrible drunk sex cos Remus has no clue what he’s doing with a girl, and Tonks is just like, “I don’t see what’s so great about it.” And they’re laughing and it’s jus friends fucking around (literally). And the next morning Remus is feeling terrible and Tonks just picks up on it. And she tells Lupin “hey, Sirius wouldn’t feel betrayed that you had terrible drunk sex with your best friend. He’d probably laugh and tell you how to do it better.” And all is well and good until Tonks realises she’s pregnant, and she talks with lupin and he just suggests they live together and get married- it’s not like either of them will ever really fall in love with anyone else. So they get married for propriety’s sake and move in together and of course they survive the war (cos DAMMIT JOANNE, you can’t just kill everyone we love!) and it’s like two bachelors chilling together avec punk child. And everyone who sleeps over at Teddy’s is always asking if his parents are fighting when they go off to separate rooms to sleep, and Teddy’s confused, because like, why would they think that? Remus and Tonks were just hugging and joking and laughing earlier that evening when Teddy and his friends were having dinner. And it takes a while before he learns that most parents sleep together and are romantically inclined and aren’t just two best friends raising a kid. But he wouldn’t have it any other way, because it’s much more relaxed when they’re just friends and there’s no jealousy and no worries if one of them goes out for the night with a mixed group, and no disgusting PDA. But he’s curious about it anyway, so he asks why they don’t act like most couples, so they sit him down explain that mum isn’t romantically inclined and dad lost the love of his life, and all they had left was each other, best friends, so they got together and had Teddy and made their own eccentric little family and they’re happy, because maybe it’s not what they envisioned or wanted at first, but it’s what they have, and it’s enough and they love it’s other
Tag: aromantic
the easiest way to get a good url is to have an aro headcanon. just slap ‘aro’ before literally any character’s name and there’s a 90% chance it isn’t taken. what im saying is, HAVE MORE ARO HEADCANONS YOU COWARDS
Amatonormativity is hard to notice sometimes
When I first realised I was aromantic, I didn’t think I’d been affected by amatonormativity, nor thought I had any internalized aropobia. Guess what? I was wrong. Up until recently I hadn’t really thought about my aro journey in such a way, but I realise now that that was a mistake. When I figured it out I was still in a romantic relationship, and my first thoughts were: “okay so, I’m not comfortable in a romantic relationship, but, I still want a relationship of some sort! I want kids! I want to share my life with someone!”
It took me a while to realise that this wasn’t quite the case, but I assumed that was just me developing into my aromantic identity. I now know that I don’t want a qpr or relationship of any sort, and I’m not 100% set on the kids thing, either. It’s gonna take a lot of work to sort past the amatonormative ramblings of society in my brain, but when I get there, I’ll know that I don’t need anyone to make me whole, and I can be happy and fulfilled alone.
So basically, what I’m trying to say is, arophobia and amatonormativity around us can have a much larger effect than we may acknowledge or even anticipate. Try your best to sort through how you really feel, rather than listening to what society has to say.
[Image description – Images of the aromantic, asexual and aroace pride flags with the text: I deserve to be proud of my identity. End description.]
Aphrodite and I
We aren’t friends.
She is the mother who wants to shape me,
Who wants to put me into shapes
I do not want to be shaped by.
Aphrodite stands with the back to me
Flowing silk reach until the ground,
Shining hair artfully twirled up,
And over her bare shoulders I see them:
Couples created after her ideal —
Lovers in love —
And I catch a glimpse
Of the love I cannot understand.
Aphrodite despises me,
For I,
I do not understand her love.
And her son, Amor, hates me
For every arrow breaks against my heart.
So Amor sits on my shoulder, like a watchdog sent by her
When I walk hand in hand with my best friend
And press a goodbye kiss to her cheek
Or when I run my hand through another friend’s hair
And Amor asks: Not more?
When Aphrodite blessed us with love,
Hestia cradled me in her arms too long
Showed me a home and
told me I was complete.
When Aphrodite split our hearts in half,
Artemis took me in before Aphrodite could,
And taught me how to love
with my heart intact.
Aphrodite and I.
We arent friends.
She is a monument of human desires
Created from the ideal of a tangible fantasy
Which promises a solution to the
Insecurities of life.
Love like I want you to, she says
And you will be happy.
Love like I have taught you to, she says
And you will be healed.
I know that love cannot heal.
Love cannot make me feel less broken for
She is the voice that tries to convince me
That I am broken,
That I am incomplete
She is the chain that wraps around my neck,
Delicate and beautiful,
And strangles me
For daring to be different,
For daring to think I am complete on my own.
She is the monster
That sharpens her claws on my heart,
Hoping for it to crack
And to break in half but instead,
Her claws turn dull,
For I,
I am not a child Aphrodite’s.
I was born from the warmth of Hestia’s hearth,
And raised with the faith of Artemis’ virgins.
Aphrodite and I.
We aren’t friends.
For I,
I do not need her.
This is??? So fucking??? Beautiful ???
livebloggingmydescentintomadness:
livebloggingmydescentintomadness:
Asexuality and aromanticism are inherently queer experiences and I’m fucking sick of being told otherwise.
#not just experiences but identities too (via @mukhannath)
Yes, I intended to communicate that as well. I am aroace and I am queer, because my identity and my experience of my identity is inherently queer, and I will not sit by and let myself to be called “basically straight” or treated as if I’m a nothing who doesn’t belong. I am queer.
To All The Boys I Thought I Had A Crush On In Middle School But Really Just Thought They Were Funny Sometimes
Friendly reminder that anyone on the aromantic and or asexual spectrum is valid and belongs in the LGBTQIA community. Please don’t listen to those who try to tell you you’re not welcome or valid. You’re very loved and important.
Hi I just wanted to stop in and say your blog is right as hell! I always though Jean was aroace since I saw the non-musical adaptation of Les Mis with Liam Neeson bc it developed him and Fantine’s dynamic more and you could see that he cared/loved her deeply and wanted to be a family with her and Cosette, but not in a romantic way, so when I saw your blog I was like !!!!
Thank you so much!!! I haven’t seen the movie with Liam Neeson but there’s a part in the book where it says that when Jean Valjean had trouble noticing that Cosette had a crush on Marius because he’d never had one himself, and I thought that maybe the reason why he seemed so uncomfortable at Marius and Cosette’s wedding was because he hadn’t realized that attraction was a real thing before then.
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