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yousyouk:

alfiewithfries:

findingschmomo:

argentina needs to stop playing dirty like i fucking hate any team who resorts to that

Literally they keep fucking up and the referee shuts them down and penalises them like you played yourself son stop playing dirty

argentina? doing something underhanded in a world cup match? unprecedented :’-)

If it hadn’t been for the foul play we could’ve saved ourselves a goal and like 3 close calls!!! The first penalty really brought us down but we managed to get ahead, and if we’d played fair we wouldn’t have had as many scares and the morale would have been better.

We were desperate. And a mess. All we wanted was to get to the next stage, to have one last chance. But we were inferior in defense and organisation wise and we knew it. That’s why we played all or nothing and resorted to this.

I understand that they played dirty. We classified to this stage almost by a miracle, many of our players wont have another chance bc of their age.

The final score was 4-3. If it hadn’t been for the dirty play, we would have had a tie. Simple as that. The match could’ve ended in penalty kicks or extended to third half.

Anyway lets not pretend france played like angels, cause they cut us off a number of times too. But of course it was worse in argentinas case.

IM SO FRUSTRATED OMG WE COULD HAVE HAD ANOTHER CHANCE IF WED PLAYED FAIR!!!!!

But Anyway the french were amazing. Mbappé was glorious. I’ll be cheering for them for sure.

merchantofusuk:

when i said this wouldn’t be fun or like what i usually draw… well. yeah.

this was going to be a larger post about the evolution of my identity… but honestly… that’s not needed for what i need to say.

asexual was the first identity i actively identified with (before that i just assumed i had to be straight). it lead my to the lgbt+ community, and the community helped me explore my romantic orientation and my gender in a safe way. i’ve changed the labels i used several times since then as i learnt more about my feelings and was allowed to explore them. being ace was my gateway to that. that’s something i was proud of.

this pride month, however… i’ve felt nothing but shame. not even just this month, actually. if you’ve followed me here since the beginning of this blog you might remember what the focus was (you can still see it) and you might have seen me talking about “suddenly experiencing sexual attraction”. if you know me in real life i’ve alluded to it too.

but i haven’t. i don’t. i’ve been lying.

like before i discovered my identity, i was forcing my appreciation of how people look to be something sexual when it wasn’t. i’ve been referring to myself more often as “bi” or “queer” rather than biace or ace.

the growing noise in this community surrounding ace (and aro) people has lead me to feel disgusted with myself. i’ve never felt this much shame to be myself. not even before i discovered my orientation or gender.

this pride month felt like something happening in a different world. whenever i saw an ace flag i felt guilty. whenever those “look at this cringey ace response” posts came on my dash i pushed my identity further away. 

the more vitriol i see towards ace/aro people, the more i hate the rest of my identity too. i feel more lonely for every aspect of it – particularly being a pre-transition trans bloke. and especially now that im not sure whether im also grey-aro. which i’ve only admitted to one person, and i no longer feel like i have a safe place to explore.

at the beginning of pride month i thought i’d doodle some cute pictures relating to my identity. and when i sat down to do it, i felt sick. i thought of all the people who might happen across it and what they might say. and drawing anything happy right now feels wrong.

my asexuality hasn’t gone away, though i do have a happier relationship with my libido and sexual themes now (i was repulsed, now im pretty neutral on it). but it’s hard to not feel like i have to erase it from my public identity. being aware that i’m doing it is step one to healing but there’s a lot of reasons why this shame will probably stick with me for a while.