One of my favorite side effects of my Year of Overthinking my Sexuality is what I learned about the differences between aesthetic and romantic attraction.
Did you know you can think someone is pretty, or cute, or handsome, without liking them romantically? Yeah! Maybe that's common knowledge, but I sure didn't know until I went down the rabbit hole of researching asexuality. The result of that extensive research and the discovery of separate terms for separate kinds of attraction is that I now feel much more comfortable finding people attractive.
The curly-haired boy on my cross country team? Cute. The woman with the braid carrying her child? Very pretty. The short kid I keep passing in the halls? Gorgeous. The big lady I ran into at the grocery store? Breathtaking. It's made me realize that the vast majority of people in real life actually look really good. Very few of them perfectly fit what I've been taught to see as conventionally attractive, but so many of them have faces I long to just . . . look at. I swear, ninety percent of the girls I know from church are prettier than any model I've ever seen. Most people, maybe even all people, are attractive in a very genuine, very mundane, and very beautiful way.
I like feeling like I can say someone looks good without implying that I like them. And I like admitting that if I'm honest, everyone looks good.
You can't call someone family until you go stargazing with them.
The evolution of Lance and Pidge's relationship, told through a series of drabbles.
Here's the uncolored version, because I tried a different process this time and I think the in-between actually looks cool:
Happy New Year everyone! 2020 is FINALLY over (at least for me)! Man, what an awful year. Listen, I'm not asking for 2021 to be perfect or anything, but could we please just have it be not quite as apocalyptic as 2020?
The amazing @aerequets already did something like this, but I had more than half of this drawn when that went up, so I'll just . . . post this anyway. Go read hers, though, it's hilarious!
Here, have a pre-Simon Hazel sketch and be happy
Somebody described Marichat as the dramatic irony ship, and I've never heard anything more true in my life
They're both such liars.
Here's a version with no dialogue:
So maybe I'm unqualified to say this as someone who's never been in a relationship, but actually, forehead touches are much more romantic than kisses
Greetings, I am here to water thy Plance
You can call me Starry! I'm a fan artist and fanfiction writer. She/her, asexual. I'm a huge nerd (and by that, I mean I love math, science, and language). I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Reblog blog is @starryarchitect-reblogs, queer mormon blog is @acemormon.
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