a male character you see as asexual // jean valjean
He used to think that it would happen eventually. He gave it time—nothing but time. He didn’t seek anyone out. He didn’t ever wish for more; only expected, in an odd distant way, that it would sometime reach him. After all, he was far too familiar with the words from his sister; she promised him that, as soon as he discovered true pleasure, he would never breathe carelessly again. She promised him that love was his purpose, and she, even after everything that had happened to her, did not know how to differentiate between love and the actions that she presumed to go along with it.
Yet he was far too often panting and sweating under the strain of his aching life to crave any exertion more. Love, surely, would best be the opposite. Something cool and gentle, something without passion, without flame.
The chains that ate away at him for nineteen years solidified his surety. They were not made solely of metal. There were men there, men with wild eyes, who saw him as prey. And he endured it, because he had no other choice. Only after years, when he let himself grow truly strong, was he able to fight back; until that time, he allowed his jaw to clench and his eyes to leak, and cast his thoughts out to the raging sea as it battered against the exterior of their fragile, salt-encrusted wooden bunk.
And when he saw Fantine—oh, Fantine, the purest and sweetest woman who would ever grace his presence, with a shining copper core that even starvation and disease could never dull—when he saw what it had done to her, he learned to hate it. It had ripped her apart. For him, for her, there was no pleasure, and it was then, with her cold and trembling in his arms, that he accepted it. He would not fear the action that had poisoned her, not forever, but he had no desire for it. His wants, his needs were broader, more ambitious, silver and less flowery.
Soon enough, he was old. No one expected more of him. He was content to be precisely what he was, and so he spent his life with the love he desired, awash in soft colors, covered in the kisses of old book pages and pressed flowers and the soothing glow of the stars.
One of my favorite things about the release of The Force Awakens has been the surge of lgbtqia+ headcanons about the new characters as well as characters I have loved for years. And for me, ace headcanons are especially important, and so as such, I am here to talk about my ace space babes!!!
In this lovely new surge of Star Wars, I’ve gained a newfound love for Luke Skywalker, who wow oh wow I empathize with so much and rewatching he is so aro ace oh my god, AND I have a new excuse to talk about how much I love Obi-Wan Kenobi, who for a while has been my go-to biromantic ace fave. <333 And then seeing Rey on screen, I couldn’t help but think, oh my god my aro ace childwho adores her newfound friends with all her heart, as if I needed more reasons to love her.
I have A Lot of feelings about these headcanons… But this post will get too long if I go on about them. 🙂 These pics aren’t super big or super HQ, they are just designed to be avatars, but if anyone wants other sizes, let me know! Feel free to like or reblog if you use them, or hey, shoot me a message! I love these headcanons and these characters so much and would love to her your thoughts on them ❤
I always leave the door open for questioning and uncertainty here, and so does the majority of the aro and ace oriented positivity I see. And there’s good reason for that – not because it’s somehow any worse to make a mistake with aspec labels as opposed to any other ones, but because absolutely everybody deserves an environment where they can change their label freely. That way, nobody feels pressured to stick with anything that feels wrong for them.
But I also want to state that you are under no obligation to continually question yourself or agonize over it – you’re allowed to be sure that you’re aro or ace. You don’t have to hedge all the time. You don’t have to keep one foot out the door in perpetuity, just in case some random, unforseen circumstance changes things.
I told my sister I was aro, and the only thing she was shocked about was the fact that I wouldn’t get married. Instead, I plan on becoming a famous author and writing representation for as many identities I can think of with my many pets.
So, I wanna know what other aroace people plan for adulthood. What kind of career do you want, and specifically how many cats will you own?
I’m majoring in theatre now, I want to do either costume or set design, and probably will have 3 cats.
Bisexual friends: hey there’s a 70% off sale on easy light charcoal at target. Come help me buy it cause there’s a limit, 3 per person
Asexual friends: Hey a new bar opened up it lets you drink beer and throw axes at stuff. We can reserve a time this weekend for the whole friend group and get a discount