@turtrose / turtrose.tumblr.com
Greetings! I'm Harlequin, and you probably just stumbled upon my tumblr account. Nice to meet you (probably)!
Now, let's get some things out of the way: 1) Who am I? 2) genders & other labels 3) DNI & general important stances
Let’s hope this elevator doesn’t have a crap weight limit 😳😳
It had always been a temporary arrangement. Furquen had to remind himself of that now more than ever. He pulled himself up out of Varyan’s bed and stretched. The rain outside seemed to never stop. With nowhere to go for now, the late teen dragged himself into the kitchen and opened a bag of chocolate cookies. The expiration date had been passed only by a little while, but the sugary treats had already begun turning chewy. Furquen wasn’t bothered, though. Sweets would need to properly go bad for him to hold back from snacking on them. »Trust me, I can bake cookies that are far more delicious than those«, a voice whispered behind Furquen before the slender, gentle hands of the 21-year-old he had shared yet another night with embraced him from behind. »You know I wouldn’t be there to taste them.« »Well, you are allowed to dream.« »Such things seem pointless now, Varyan.« His voice grew more sombre, and the soft boy freed himself from the loving grasp. The late morning transitioned into early noon seamlessly. Furquen longed to at least hear the birds chirping again, as they always did in the shared backyard of Varyan’s apartment. »You know you cannot stay here, right? You knew-« »Yes. I know.« »Alright, Furq.« Varyan pulled the curtain shut again, out of sight, out of mind. With a bit of aimless wandering, he eventually ended up behind the younger one again and massaged his shoulders. »I never would have expected this. But it makes me glad.« »Let’s stop talking about this, Varyan, okay?«, Furquen whispered with a slight crack in his voice, instantly regretting his words. »Just… you are all I want. For the time that I still get to have with you. Before our arrangement runs out.« »Yes, I understand.« Varyan moved around his temporary boyfriend and gifted him a soft kiss on the forehead. It was afternoon by the time the shaking house announced the ember’s winds. »I… I think now I am afraid, Varyan.« »I know. I am too.« »I love you, Varyan.« »I know.« »Once we’re there, do follow the sparkling scarlet flame.« »Of course, my love.« »Your love.«
WELCOME TO CRINGETOBER!
I wanted to post the prompt list a month in advance so people have time to work on it :)
There are no hard rules; it's just a fun art exercise to draw things that are considered "cringe" by popular culture. Don't stress if you miss a day!!
Even if you don't participate, it would mean the world to me if you just shared the prompt list because it took me a while to make it lol.
I hope you have fun with it!!!
i made the mistake of looking at twitter for more than 5 seconds and apparently the discourse of the week is "recognising polyamory as queer allows cishets into the community".
and as an ace, i'm thinking, why the fuck are we parroting what was said in ace discourse 6-8 years ago?
as an ace, why are we still using "cishet" to mean nonqueer when it's only ever been used to exclude? asexual people, aronantic people, intersex people, now polyamorous people?
cishets should be allowed in the community because queer cishets exist.
and then some other fucker flat out said aromantic heterosexuals and asexual heteroromantics don't exist.
that's exactly the problem. the only way that "cishet" can be the opposite of queer is if you think our asexuality and/or aromanticity invalidates other orientations we have, if it cancels them out, which is in and of itself amisic. me and many other aspecs have been told we aren't really gay/bi/pan/etc. because we're aro/ace. maybe we shouldn't use the same amisic rhetoric for straight aspecs?
it also only works if you either exclude intersex people entirely or include all intersex people under trans, which is not right and has been called out by intersex people as erasure.
no more "no cishets at pride". no more "cishet" as the opposite of queer. more recognising queerness beyond trans and gay. please, i'm fucking begging you.
"cishet" has become an amisic dogwhistle 8 years ago and our community apparently has learned nothing. instead of not using that word, they arbitrarily decide that "aces and aros aren't cishet!", erasing straight aspecs. and now people are doing the "no cishets at pride" for other queer identities because they don't fit in the narrow "not cishet" definition.
the fact that language that has been so liberally used of a too of exclusion, erasure, misgendering during ace discourse is still used today either casually or with similar implications makes me feel incredibly fucking unsafe as a non-monoamorous asexual. but aspec exclusion is still alive and well.
I probably should have started doing this forever ago but I wasn’t sure how long I was gonna stick with drawing these comics. But I guess we’re in it now! This will be continually updated~ EVERYTHING UNDER THE CUT
Landlords don't need to be abolished because they aren't producing labor, landlords need to be abolished because they withhold shelter. Stop calling them leeches/lazy/not having a "real job"/ etc, that's NOT the problem. People should not have to contribute to society to be alive.
If your critique of landlords can be applied to the homeless or those on welfare, something is deeply wrong with your critique.
colorblind pride flag just dropped
New Life series has started
I'm literally so glad, boys
blood results are good but can we keep it up?
how i see this post
"The flames over there seem pretty", Zerequin whispered. Its voice was barely audible due to the crowd's noises outside. Even with the window shut, the traces of the breaking were inescapable. Zerequin refused to escape, anyway. "Who would have thought that this roof would be so flammable?" It stared at the factory across the street, set ablaze about ten minutes earlier. "They are screaming. Why are they screaming?", Velvet asked. He couldn't see the beauty of the flames, as his head remained in Zerequin's lap. "They don't know the joy we find in this", his partner replied. "They only know their ordered tragedies." Zerequin's hand gently stroked Velvet's hair. The younger boy let out some faint sounds upon being touched, but his expression stayed as blank yet pained as ever. "The meteors have arrived. It truly is all breaking." Velvet couldn't help but let out a shivering chuckle now. "It is."
Flock of Mareep
[id: pixel art of of a flock of Mareep (from Pokemon) running across a grassy hill.]
Someone have any jock boys to share with me because I am kinda needy rn and want someone to be a jerk to me
Everytime I am sick of Twitter, I can admire how peaceful and quiet tumblr can be. Just a lot of chill folks sharing their weird little obsessions, not shying away from being weird and acknowledging it, but also showing pride in it, staying true to themselves, and not going at each other's throat constantly :3
I hope you like maths because this small riddle I came up with has all to do with maths xD
Have fun finding the six-digit answer :3
Alt-Text: d=3 l=9 2d-1=a-2f -f=-l^2/81 4o+i=a^2+11l+5d i=|sqrt(3d*i)|*a+(a^2-5) daffodil
