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Coming Out

it’s me! yay!

I sometimes wish I wasn’t me. That I wasn’t ‘gifted’. I want to be able to be normal, to be able to talk about my academic life without censoring how my grades are better than most.

I want to be able to talk to people about my experiences and not be looked at like I shouldn’t be complaining because I’m doing so much better than everyone else.

Hey, do you have any ace klaus headcanons? I just found out someone I knew and liked doesn’t believe aces experience oppression and it’s bumming me out, so I would really like some validation. If you don’t want to that’s fine.

I’m so sorry :( That really sucks. People suck!

I actually wrote a whole story that can be found right here just for ace Klaus.

And I will make some more just for you:

AKA. The “What if Klaus was ace sequel.”

Klaus returned home from Vietnam heartbroken. All he wanted was a long bath and to forget everything about the last year except the sound of Dave’s voice.

Then some weird shit happened with the apocalypse but that kind of sorted itself out.

In the end their family was left in a big empty house together just like when they were kids. 

He kind of expected them all to fuck off again like when they were kids. But no one left. Allison returned in between filming for her movies. Five had nowhere else to go. Vanya was there more often than not just to hang out. And even Diego started sleeping in the mansion, claiming it was for no other reason than the beds were better than the gym’s. 

It was with Diego who Klaus started bonding with the most. Diego talked about Eudora. Klaus talked about Dave.

And it was during one of these bonding sessions (crying sessions) that Klaus said to his brother that Dave’s was only person who never forced Klaus into sex.

DIEGO FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT.

“What do you mean force you?”

“Show me where these fuckers are I’ll stab them to death.”

“Fine I’ll ask Five to psychologically scar them if you won’t let me kill them!”

When Klaus finally calmed Diego down enough to explain, he told his brother that he never actually wanted sex, it was just that sex was the easiest way to get a roof over his head on cold nights and food in his belly and drugs in his system.

When Klaus was done explaining it all, including how amazing and perfect Dave is (was,) Diego said slowly, “Klaus do you think you’re asexual?”

To which Klaus replied “What’s asexual?”

And then that’s when Diego started explaining that Klaus was not broken or abnormal or weird.

Asexuality is completely and utterly okay.

And in the future there would be hours of looking up more about asexuality, learning about the ace spectrum, and of finding groups in the city where Klaus would meet close friends.

But that night there was just two Diego telling Klaus that he would never let anyone touch him again.

Except of course when Dave’s ghost wanted to give Klaus cuddles.

the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones - he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus - it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you - but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.

requested by anonymous ace hufflepuff <3

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

-Mod Cade

On being a “gifted” kid and what to do with that once you’ve grown up

There’s a post going around that I can’t find again for the life of me that talks about how much it sucks to have been a “gifted” kid, because when you’re an adult reading levels don’t matter and you missed out on all the social knowledge your peers were getting. As someone whose lowest grade in all of high school was a B+ (which I will never, ever forgive that gorram art teacher for) and sobbed brokenly when I was kicked out of the National Junior Honor Society because of a citizenship grade (he didn’t like that my family went on vacation) believe me when I say I understand that feeling completely. 

But there’s something none of your teachers ever told you.

See, we’ve all figured out by this point that being “gifted” is a load of crock. For years people led us to believe that it was simply a quality of who we were, like the color of our hair or the things we’re allergic to, and that it would just magically always be there and help us be better at things that require “book” smarts. Then we were dumped into the real world, and we all sort of assumed that we’d hit the end of “gifted” and now we’re screwed. 

The thing, is, though, every single teacher you’ve ever had explained it wrong.

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“If you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.”

—  Neil Gaiman (via quotebook-in)

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