#I LOVE BEING A DYKE FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER !!

[transxfiles]

the local femmes are HUNGRY today my god

[doctorjohcoy]

manhating dyke ancestors possess me every time i hear about a man like that <- (has known and heard about men like that entire life from women in my life)

[croix-meridies]

Kim pine yuri moments real??????

[subnosis22]

"You wanna cum babe?" my girlfriend croons, fresh off her own orgasm. I whine and nod, clenching around her. "Hmm, but I don't feel any cum in here," she says, pulling her fingers out of my cunt. "You know the rules baby."

I moan at the emptiness, and quickly, desperately get to my feet, not bothering to put any clothes on as I wobble out of our bedroom and to the next door over. My flatmate lets me in after I knock, and I immediately fall to my knees and beg him to cum in me.

He sighs. "You're interrupting my game, ya know." I whimper, pushing my tits out to entice him. I've changed my appearance so much since my girlfriend made this rule, growing my hair longer, wearing more make up, anything he mentions liking in a girl, in hopes he won't reject me. He gives me a once over, then pulls out his cock. "Fine, but you gotta suck me off first."

I should be ashamed how I starts drooling as soon as I see his dick, long and thick with heavy balls my mouth is instantly drawn to. It's painfully big, choking me once he's full and hard, then abusing my cervix when he fucks me. I tell myself I don't crave this, legs bent back by my head as he mounts me, tell myself that I hate the way he gropes my tits, the feeling of him pulling out to slap my clit with his dick.

"Fuck I love your cunt," he groans, fucking into me harder and faster, like using a fleshlight. "Such a good dyke, you love my cock too right?"

"Yes sir," I moan, wishing it were a lie. "Love your cock."

"Not really fair this only happens when you want it, huh?" he says. "I should get to use this hole whenever I want too, shouldn't I?"

I keep quiet, not wanting to say yes, but then he starts pulling out and my mouth moves without thinking. "Yes! Yes, whenever you want sir."

He grins, flipping me over and fucking back in, hard. "Useless little lesbian, really gonna give up your holes forever just to cum once? Fuck you're a cockwhore."

My face burns, cause that is what im doing, and I know my girlfriend won't mind, that she'll just laugh at me for being so stupid and broken.

"You wanna go back on that? I can pull out and forget you ever promised me that," he offers sweetly, but I can't even think anymore. My face is pressed into the mattress and I can tell he's getting close, his balls slapping my cunt, and all I can do is let my legs spread wider as I cum to the feeling of his seed filling me, sealing my fate as his new dyke fuck doll. 💞

[luciferfemme]

LESBIAN ASKS: the SHE-QUEL (messy edition?)

What are some real thoughts about the community that you don’t always feel like you can say?

Are you a messy dyke (relationship-wise or friendship-wise?)

Are you a UHaul Lesbian? If so is this something you like or dislike about yourself?

Do you fall in love easily?

Do you enjoy casual sex?

Have you ever fallen for a best friend?

Have you ever fallen for a straight girl?

Whose aesthetic would you like to steal?

At one Tumblr user and tell them something nice

Do you think you could be happy alone?

Do you like tacky things?

How has your style and taste changed since you came out?

Have you ever dated a man and what was that experience like?

Tell me about your significant other. Now’s your time to gush.

Have you ever had a best friend that you HATED their partner? Did you tell them?

Do you think you have good taste in partners? (Be Honest)

Do you feel comfortable around straight people?

What’s your favorite part about pride?

What’s the gayest thing you’ve ever done (that isn’t like actually “gay”?)

Who is your role model?

What is your relationship like with your parent(s)?

Did you lose friends coming out?

Tell me a gay secret.

What advice would you give to those just coming out (baby gays?)

If you could excommunicate one LGBTQIA+ person from the community who would it be and why?

What is your favorite part about being a lesbian (and you can’t just say, women)

What is your favorite line of Sapphic poetry (not necessarily written by Sappho herself just in general)

What was your Aha moment regarding your sexuality?

What was a sign you should have recognized sooner that you were gay?

Did you have any celebrity crushes growing up? 

Tell me your idea of the most romantic date you could imagine? Have you ever been on it?

What’s your favorite lesbian joke (you cannot say yourself)

What is your favorite lesbian love story (real or fiction)

Who do you most admire?

Write a love letter without using the words love, beautiful, or handsome

What is a piece of media you wish existed but doesn’t?

We all have terrible opinions sometimes, what’s something you had a bad opinion about but you’ve grown on?

Have you told yourself you are fabulous, beautiful, handsome, lovable, worthy today?

Tell me about your bestie

At someone on Tumblr and tell me your favorite thing about them.

At someone on Tumblr and describe their style without using the word -core.

How do you feel about the word dyke?

Could you fall in love with someone from the internet who didn’t leave near you? Have you?

Tell me about an embarrassing story regarding love or relationships

What’s one thing you wish people understood about lesbians?

How would you describe your own style (without using the word -core)

How do you really feel about Valentine’s Day?

Favorite ally?

If you could only pick one item of clothing/makeup/footwear/jewelry to wear forever from the items you already own what would it be and why? (Bonus points if you include a photo)

What gives you absolute joy as a lesbian?

Say something nice about yourself.

If not on anon say something nice about the person who sent you this ask.

Do you enjoy Pride?

What is your type?

What are you looking for in a partner?

If you could manifest one thing for yourself this year what would it be?

Who makes you feel joy?

How do you feel about the lesbian flag?

What is your favorite color combination?

What creature do you align yourself with? (Vampires, werewolves, witches, etc)

What would bring you joy at this moment?

What would "fix you"?

Who did you want to be when you grew up?

Do you ever want to get married if you're not already?

Are you a plant gay? Show off your plants or tell me about your favs.

What is your favorite fantasy (sexual or not)

Who comes to mind immediately when I say lesbian icon?

Who comes to mind immediately when I say lesbian trash?

Besides teleportation what's one superpower you think would make your life better and why?

[supermaks]

f1 tumblerinas are so embarrassing

Ik more about motorsport than u ever will especially formula 1 . sorry my lil dyke self is able to evoke strong gay feelings in an otherwise jock chauvinistic audience wid her queer prose and romantic narratives that perhaps are not true at all and who gives a shit😋 . What’s wrong wid being brave and sewing beautiful words together. It’s so cool to be embarrassing on tumblr.com when nothing matters and I can turn something painful and finite into a beautiful queer love story that never ends just because I want to. I’ll make it last forever. Because I am sm smarter than u and ik things u don’t. U are lesser than me. Less knowable; less brave . And u hate me for it but that’s ok too. It’s not for u. It’s for me . I understand. Hating from outside a club u refuse to get in , even tho the doors open, u think u won’t fit in. Because ur a real fan, and im not. ❌ One day perhaps you’ll cross that door and realize it’s built exactly the same.

[callmelola111]

maniac ♡ e.w. oneshot

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synopsis: lies are spewed and truths are revealed when a precarious friend group joins together once more on the 1 year anniversary of their estranged friends disappearance.

      | 𓆣 | pairing & wc: ellie williams x reader. wc: 4.4k

      | ❀ | cw: 18+ themes (MDNI), modern au, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns but other than that all descriptors are gender neutral, heavy violence blood and gore, oc deaths, drug use, homophobia (use of the word "dyke" once. i'm a lesbian so don't y'all try to cancel me), heavy language, mentions of reader having anxiety and panic attacks, lots of tension and fighting, ⭑ SMUT ⭑ ... thigh riding (r on e), dom!ellie, sub!reader, fingering (r receiving), pet names (baby, angel, etc.)

a/n: hi lovelies!! long time no see... i know this is a little different from my usual stuff but i honestly really love how it turned out. i spent a good chunk of time planning this out and then even longer writing it so i really hope y'all love it! i want this to be a fresh and exciting read for everyone. if you do end up enjoying the fic, any kind of note is greatly appreciated! ur fave tumblr writers thrive off all y'alls support! anyways, love love love you guys!!! ♡~ lola

To everyone else, it was a summer like any other. But when it came to you and your friends there was something missing this time– someone missing. This absence felt extra heavy as tomorrow would be the 1 year anniversary of August’s disappearance, and the annual camping trip was right on time with it. It had been tradition for as long as you could remember, but its memory was now tainted and left something that used to be so sure, completely up in the air…

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The five of you squeezed into the small 4 person booth at your favorite local diner; Tj’s Eats. In one seat sat Lottie and Reid. The girl’s loose, dark curls gathered at the boy's shoulders as she snuggled into him, still clearly in the honeymoon stage of their relationship. On the other side of the white marbled table sat Xavier and Ellie, with you perched on her lap, of course, as she insisted to everyone that it was “necessity” and “there really, really was no more room”. In all actuality, all it took was an extra chair to fit the five, but she was your girlfriend, and even after years of dating you still couldn’t get enough of each other. 

“Can someone just say what we’re all thinking, please! I can’t with this tension,” Lottie complained, finally snapping out of the cuddle fest with her red-headed boyfriend.

“What are we all thinking Lottie, huh? Since you know everything,” Xavier retaliated, guising his irritation with a poorly crafted remark. 

“Don’t be fucking mean,” she said, kicking him under the table.

“Yeah seriously chill out,” Reid echoed. 

“God, enough with this shit, you guys are driving me insane!” Ellie butted in. You, however, paid no mind to this type of bullshit, as fights like this had become a frequent occurrence in your group of friends ever since that godforsaken night. So you continued to down your chocolate shake and drown out the bickering with a light hum. That is, until you were rudely interrupted by Xavier’s insulting words.

“You’re being real fucking quiet over there, Y/n. Do you really have nothing to say? You can’t just tune us out forever. We’re your fucking friends.”

You felt your hands balled into tight fists, “Fine. You want me to say something? I’ll say something–my brother is still missing and if you’re even thinking of going on that stupid fucking trip this year, you can count me out.”

“Not going on that trip isn’t gonna magically bring him back. August is gone and we can’t stop living our lives because of it,” he retorted, going just a tad bit too far. This was the last straw and quickly sent you up and out of your warm place in Ellie’s lap. She grasped at your wrist trying to pull you back into this mess of a friend group, but to no avail. 

“Now look what you’ve fucking done!” Ellie yelled at your defense as you disappeared into the bathroom.

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Now face-to-face with your tear-stained cheeks in the mirror, your head fell down between your shoulders, slowly letting the pent up emotions roll off your back. Ever since you lost August, life had become 10 times harder. As much as your younger self would’ve hated to admit it, he was your rock–your annoying brother–but still, your rock. This confession made you feel even worse though, because deep down, there was a part of you that blamed yourself for how things happened. Maybe if you would’ve stopped fighting, or told the truth to the police, or took it easier on the booze and coke that night, August would still be here. There was nothing you could do now though. This was your reality and you had to accept it. 

With that you reached into the pocket of Ellie’s varsity jacket that engulfed your figure, hoping to find a tissue to blot away your tears and smeared mascara. Instead, you were met with a small polaroid. You flipped it over to reveal a bewildering picture of Xavier and August from the last night he was seen. Their arms were swung around each other’s necks, both flashing toothy smiles at the camera and you could recall being the one to take this photo. The one thing you didn’t remember is the black sharpie captioning the bottom of the image. It read “don’t believe his lies”. Your head began to race with countless questions and zero answers. The biggest one being, what the fuck was Xavier lying about?

The wet bathroom countertop dug into the palms of your hands as you took a second to decide the best course of action, but all you could come up with was shutting the fuck up and pretending it never happened. You weren’t ready to relive last year all over again. Not yet–not ever. So you paraded back into the dining room, eyes still damp and hands still shaking. Ellie felt your energy immediately and knew it was time to go.

She glanced at you for confirmation and then turned to address the group, “I think it’s time for me and Y/N to head out. Sorry guys.” Xavier shot a look of discontent and Ellie mouthed something along the lines of “I’m sorry, I’ll talk to her I promise”, which seemed to slightly ease the tension he was previously carrying in his shoulders. She then slid out from the booth, slipped her left hand into the pocket of your denim shorts, and ushered you outside to her red convertible.

The drive back was silent but as Ellie’s hand gently stroked the flesh of your thighs and the other steered you knew there was no way she could have anything to do with that polaroid. But you had to find out who did. Just as you were nearing your house though, Ellie’s gentle touch quickly shifted to a handsier approach and it was clear she had other plans for the night. 

“Els?” is all you had to say before she quickly pulled over and jumped to the backseat, pulling you along with her. She positioned herself in the middle seat opening up her legs in a dominating stance resembling a manspread. You eagerly climbed atop her lap, placing soft kisses up her veiny neck and extending them to her defining jawline. This was just what you needed to release the tension that had racked up from tonight's events. The moon was hitting your face just right and Ellie felt so lucky to have you in that moment.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful” she murmured, slightly breathless from the overwhelming touch of your lips. You smiled against the crook of her neck and dove into the girl's mouth for a deep and passionate kiss. She returned the exchange with even more fire, graciously slipping her tongue into your entrance. With each second things got messier and your hips got looser, slowly grinding into Ellie’s denim clad thighs. She couldn’t help but chuckle just a little at your desperation, to which you buried your head back into her shoulder, encasing her in your arms for better traction. Ellie’s hands swiftly found the curves of your hips and rocked them back forth to aid you in your journey towards climax. That is until your anxiety got the best of you at the sound of rustling coming from outside the car.

“Ellie?”

“What does it not feel good?” she questioned.

“No, no– It’s just… I swear I just heard something coming from behind the car.”

“I mean… we are parked by the woods. It’s probably just some animal or the wind.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes babe, I’m sure.” she assured you with a firm squeeze to your thigh and you let your worries go. This time Ellie was on top, laying you down across the seats to hover over you alluringly. Your lips found hers once again as she slipped a hand down your shorts and past your panties to meet the slick that had been piling up the whole drive. You let out a strangled moan into Ellie’s mouth as her rough digits met the throbbing bud of nerves. She took that as a sign to speed up the pace and slip in a curved finger to hit that perfect spot. You jerked in pleasure, eyes closed, almost reaching your climax from just those few movements. Ellie felt as your walls tightened around her and knew you were close.

“Look at me baby. I wanna see your eye’s when you cum all over my fingers.” she cooed. You obeyed and parted your lids open to reveal a disturbing image followed by a frightened scream escaping your puffy lips. Ellie jumped back at the clearly non-orgasmic exclamation, letting out a string of concerned “what? What??”’s. All you could do is point your shaky hand towards the message written in the condensation of the back windshield. 

“I know about last summer…” Ellie read out, voice as shaky as your extremities. Both of your fight or flight responses were triggered; you choosing flight and her of course choosing fight. The door to the cherry red car flung open and Ellie climbed over and out of her seat to trail the perimeter. You cowered down, eye’s filled with tears as Ellie recklessly yelled out to whoever wrote the message.

“Hello? Anybody out there?”, she kicked at the rocks in frustration, “Seriously who the fuck are you? This isnt fucking funny!”

“Ellie, will you please just get back in the car? They’re gone!” you pleaded. She eventually returned from her fit and came to console you. You were a mess and you were scared. 

“Hey, hey, it’s probably some prank. Let’s just take a breath, babe. In and out. Nice and slow.” she coached and you followed.

“But- what if it’s not though… what if this isn’t the first time something like this has happened…”

“Wha-what do you mean?” she asked.

You pulled out the polaroid and handed it to Ellie, “I- I found this in your jacket.”

“Y/n I swear I didn't put that there. I have no idea where it came from. Please, please believe me.”

“I do, I do. But that means someone else put it there, and they probably wrote that message too.”

Her head fell into her hands as she let out a sigh, “Fuck. We’re so fucked.”

“So what do we do?” 

“We go on that camping trip and keep our mouths shut till we know more.” 

“Seriously? What is camping gonna help? I already said I’m not going!” you yelled.

“Like hell you are! You’re insane if you think staying in the same town with the psycho freak who's borderline blackmailing us is gonna solve shit! If we’re in the woods they can’t get to us.” Ellie argued, face turning red with insistence.

“Fuck. I guess you’re kinda right. I’ll go.”

“Thank you.”

“Will you sleep over tonight though? I’m scared Els. I don’t even wanna think about being alone after tonight.”

She gave you a kiss on the forehead, “Of course I’ll stay the night. We’re in this together, okay?”

“Okay.”

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The next morning Reid came barreling over in his beat up white van. He haphazardly whipped into the driveway of your two story home that looked straight out of suburbia. Ellie stood at the top of the concrete hill holding your pink duffle and her navy blue one on the dip of her shoulder. Xavier swung open the sliding door and the both of you climbed in as you were practically slapped in the face with the smell of old bong water and way too many Little Trees air fresheners that somehow made the smell worse.

“Fuckk Reid, you’ve gotta get rid of this kidnapper van.” Ellie remarked, holding her nose and pretending to gag a couple times.

“Fuck off Ellie, you should be thanking me for driving you bums around.”

She just rolled her eyes, “Righttt… Right…” 

The van quickly took to the road again, heading straight for the forest where it all happened just 1 year ago.

“It’s too quiet in here. Can we please put on some music?” Lottie asked about 30 minutes into the drive. 

“Yeah sure. I have a few tapes in the console right there if you wanna put one in.” Reid gestured to the compartment on the passenger side and Lottie reached in, pulling out the first tape she could find. It was in a small plastic case with no writing or cover to indicate what it was, but it sparked an intrigue, so she popped it into the car's sound system anyways. To Lottie and everyone else’s surprise, music didn’t start playing. All that came through the speakers was a muffled recording of two voices arguing. 

“Shut the fuck up August you’re just jealous!”

“You’re gonna regret this Reid.”

“Are you threatening me right now?”

“You’re the one who-”

Before the tape could finish Reid ripped it out of the player, slamming it into the dashboard and destroying the possible evidence.

“How the fuck did you get this Lottie?! Where’d you find this, seriously?” he screamed as his frantic girlfriend tried to explain.

“It was just in the console I swear!”

“Don’t fucking lie to me! I’ve never seen that tape, let alone put it in my car!”

Tears welled in her eyes, “I’m not lying Reid!”

The bickering continued as you, Ellie, and Xavier sat in the back, jaws dropped in utter shock. You felt yourself shutting down at this new found information. Did Reid have something to do with August disappearing? What were they even fighting about? Suddenly breathing felt impossible and the world went silent as panic set it. You only snapped back to Earth when you heard the sound of Ellie screaming.

“FUCK REID LOOK OUT!” It was too late though and the thud of a full size deer flipping over the hood is what finally shut everyone up. 

“Oh my god…” you shuddered at the smear of thick crimson blood across the dirty windshield. It didn’t matter if it was an animal, Reid had just taken a life and you were basically an accomplice. Your heart broke and the pit of your stomach swirled with sickness thinking of the likely decapitated body splattered just behind the van. Ellie wrapped you in her arms, as if to shield you from the horror of not only the poor deer, but the realization that any one of your friends could be the reason your brother was missing. 

Xavier finally broke the jarring lull in speech, “I- I think we should take a pit stop.”

“Yeah…” Ellie agreed.

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A few miles down the road was a small gas station where Reid pulled over for everyone to recollect themselves. Lottie scrubbed mindlessly at the deer carnage with the murky gas station water and squeegee she found beside the gas pump. Xavier paced in the parking lot like he was off one but it was the pure anxiety and adrenaline that had him tweaking so much. Reid on the other hand was still stuck at the wheel, slouching in the driver's seat, and not making a single move since he put the van into park. Even his deep green eyes remained motionless, they seemed to be locked onto absolutely nothing, just staring into the void. Everyone was a fucking mess. The only people who seemed to be somewhat on this planet still were you and Ellie.

“I think I might gouge my eye’s out if I don’t eat some Swedish Fish and drink a Yerb as soon as possible.” you professed, walking inside the little convenience store with a ring of a bell.

“I think I need a fucking cigarette.” Ellie said in a joking tone, but candidly, these past few days had her seriously considering picking the old habit back up.

“I think everybody does. I’m tired of shit like this happening and then everyone shoving it under the rug cause we’re all still ashamed about last year. I mean, I know I am, but we have to talk about it eventually.”

“You’re right, but even if we did, what is there to say? We were all so fucked up the whole night’s just a blurry mess. Like, did you see Reid's face when that tape came on? It looked like he was hearing the conversation for the first time just like the rest of us.”

“This sucks Ellie” you groaned as you opened up the glass door to retrieve your drink. Ellie approached from behind, slithering her hands from your sides to your naval and giving you a squeeze. 

She planted a soft kiss to the top of your head, “This does suck, but I love you and we’re gonna be alright. You gonna be okay for the rest of the drive?” She flipped you around to face her and you gave an assuring nod in response. Ellie always knew just what to say to ease that panicky feeling that was constantly bubbling up in your chest. The girl then took your hand and led you to the counter where a gruff looking cashier checked you out. He slowly scanned each item at an agonizing pace; Hot fries, Swedish Fish, a Yerba Mate, Chex Mix, and a Fanta Orange. 

“Total is $13.78” he mumbled as Ellie swiped her card and you gathered up the snacks. The clerk's eyes seemed to get meaner and meaner each second you waited for your receipt– until he finally cracked. “You know you’re going to hell for what you did.” 

Ellie backed away, “Excuse me?” Had he overheard something? Did he know about August? Who the fuck was this guy?

“I don’t need any dykes shoving their sins all in my face in my own damn store!” he grunted. Oh, he’s just homophobic. Right. That was y’alls que to get back on the road and out of the middle of nowhere immediately.

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After an excruciatingly mute hour stuck in the “kidnapper van” you finally arrived at the forest where you’d be spending the night. The silence looked to have eased some of the tension though as conversation grew a little more lax around the campfire. 

“Yo Lottie do you have the bud? We should roll up.” Xavier suggested. You nodded fervently in agreement, a joint was exactly what you needed. Lottie seemed to have made up with Reid as she was hanging all over him not hearing a word Xavier said.

With a few calls of her name she finally looked up, “Huh?”

“The weed Lottie.” Ellie said.

“Yeah it’s in a little pouch in my tent if someone wants to grab it.” Xavier got up from his spot on a mossy log and ventured into the purple tent hitched by a tree. In just 30 seconds flat he came storming back out, face completely red and a beaded bracelet dangling from his right fist. 

“What the fuck is this Lottie!? How do you have this?” 

She pulled back from her steamy kiss with Reid to answer, “Oh my god what Xavier? You’re being sooo goddamn annoying today.”

“Could you maybe stop grinding on your boyfriend for 5 fucking seconds and look at what I found in your bag?!” he yelled back. After a closer look the small beads began to look eerily familiar. This wasn’t just any bracelet, this was August’s bracelet. The one he had on the last night he was seen, and all of the sudden Lottie’s loud mouth seemed to shut right up.

“I- I- Xavier believe me I didn’t put that there.”

His voice broke with pain and fury, “Oh really?? Then who did ‘Miss innocent’?”

“I don’t fucking know but it wasn’t me!”

“Fuck you!” he screamed, dashing off into the dark woods. Everyone tried to yell at him to come back but it was no use. He was too angry to listen to anyone but himself.

That being said, hypervigilant Reid stood up to follow, “I’m gonna go find him guys. He shouldn’t be out there alone. Not after…” His voice trailed off but everyone knew exactly what he was alluding to.

“I really didn’t put that there you know” Lottie said.

You and Ellie shared a glance, “We know.”

A puzzled look spread across her face, “what do you mean you know?”

“We think someone’s orchestrating all this,” Ellie said.

“Like blackmail?”

You nodded, “exactly like blackmail. It’s happened to me and Ellie too. Once with a lost polaroid photo and another time with a message written on her car.” You then pulled out the photo to show to Lottie.

She read it aloud, “Don’t believe his lies? Like… Xavier?” Ellie twiddled with her fingers, looking down at the dirt before saying what you and Lottie were both thinking.

“I mean, I don’t want to point fingers because this is a fucked up situation, but how have we all been framed except him?”

Lottie smoothed back the sweaty bangs stuck to her temples, “Fuckkkk. He probably had the bracelet from the start too, he seemed sooo damn eager to go dig through my shit.” 

“So, what do we do?” you asked.

Xavier suddenly appeared out of thin air, “What do we do about what?” Lottie practically jumped out of her spot.

“Fuck Xavier you scared me. Wait… Wh- where’s Reid?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, he left to look for you.”

“I never saw him.”

Lottie began to scream and call for her missing boyfriend and without a second thought went straight for the forest like an idiot.

“Lottie fuck come back!” Ellie yelled out. It wasn’t long before she was running right back to you though. A blood curdling scream dampening any sounds of nature and sending a parade of chills up everyone’s backs.

“IT’S REID Y/N! IT’S REID! HE- HE- HE’S DEAD!” Lottie collapsed into your arms dry heaving from the overwhelming amount of tears, pain, and betrayal. “IT WAS YOU! IT WAS FUCKING YOU XAVIER!” You and Ellie worked to hold her back as he denied every claim.

“Lottie you’re acting fucking crazy! I didn’t do shit!”

“Even if you didn’t, you're not helping! But to me, it looks like you have guilty written all over you!” Ellie spat back.

“Fuck you guys! This isn’t fucking funny! I didn’t do it! Please, is this some kind of-” His words were cut short along with his head by the swing of a large machete right through his neck, sending a spray of fresh blood into the air and across your face. It took a solid 15 seconds before any of you could even let out a scream, but when you did, it was pure terror.  

“RUN! JUST RUN!” you yelled. Ellie grabbed your wrist in one hand and Lottie’s in the other, sprinting away with little discretion. A hooded figure trailed close behind, dirt and rocks flying into the air upon each kick of their sneakers. Air caught in your lungs with no release, all you could do was put one foot in front of the other which was a struggle in itself.

Lottie got brave though and took one single look behind her following immediate regret. A rock caught her pink converse just right, throwing her across the dirty ground and setting her feet back from the rest. And as this hooded figure caught up, the moon casting its light through the trees and across his face, it all began to make sense.

Lottie struggled backwards through the dirt with a scream, “IT’S AUGUST! IT’S FUCKING AUGUST!” Ellie halted in an attempt to pull the fallen girl back up and running but she was frozen in disbelief, in horror, in complete and utter fear. There was no choice but to leave her there and as the both of you turned to run, all you needed to hear was her earth shattering shriek to know exactly what happened.

Tears streamed down your face, “Els, Ellie I- I can’t.”

“Yes you can. Just keep running baby please.” And you did for another couple feet until fate had other plans. A hunting trap violently swept you up into a tree, encasing you in a thick net. 

“ELLIE HELP!” you screamed. She pulled and pulled at the rope creating lacerations across her palms and fingers but to no avail. 

“Do you trust me Y/n?” 

Through tears and strings of snot you shook your head, “Yes Ellie, I trust you.” Your girlfriend then took off, leaving you dangling in the air with no protection. It was just you and August now. And with a single swipe of his weapon you tumbled to the ground, twisting your ankle at the fall.

He gave a sinister smile, “hello sister.” You scrambled in the opposite direction, hands grasping at the soil below but never getting far with your limp foot. 

“August please. You don’t have to do this. It’s me! It’s Y/n!”

“STOP IT! You’re not gonna change my mind about this. I’ve waited long enough!” Your heart beats from your chest. What the fuck were you going to do to survive this?

“We’re fucking family August! I’m your sister. You’re my little brother!”

“‘Family’, ‘little brother’,” he mocked, “you haven’t changed a bit.”

“Wha- what do you mean?”

“I’m not living in your shadow anymore Y/n. I’m done being the sidekick to you and all of your stupid friends!”

“They’re your friends too!”

He began inching closer and closer, “No they fucking aren’t! Friends don’t do what you guys did to me. Lying to the police, seriously? Acting like you had no idea what happened? I disappeared and none of you even gave a fuck till the cops started asking questions!”

“That’s not true August,” you broke down into tears once more, “I missed you every fucking day!”

“Clearly not enough.” He slowly lifted his arms, gripping the bloody machete with both hands. There was no escaping at this point. You just clenched your eye’s shut and braced for the end. 

“NOOO!” The sound of a gunshot rang through your ears and instead of the feeling of cold metal slicing through you, you were met with the warm embrace of your girlfriend. You broke.

“Ellie. Oh my god Ellie.”

“I’m right here baby. Never leaving. I promise.” She just held you and held you, rocking back and forth till your breaths got less shaky.

“H-How?”

“A cabin. I found an empty cabin with a shotgun hanging right on the wall.”

“God, I love you.” Ellie smoothed back your hair and gave you a kiss.

“I love you too, angel.” 

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After that night things were never the same. It was just you and Ellie now. But together you would heal. Somehow, despite all the pain and loss, there was a glimmer of hope. Deep down you both knew things would be okay. And they were.

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[lesb0]

Have you ever been into femmes? I find a lot of women attractive but im mostly drawn to a masc women and I know there isn’t a specific box but how did you figure it out so to speak lol

I've always had little crushes on fem women! Ive loved kstew since she was like, 12. I had an early sexual awakening from kate moennig and angelina jolie like every baby dyke lol. my high school gf was fem. but it was all personality based, or having an intimate connection.

when I was younger I thought there was something asexual and wrong with me for feeling 0 physical attraction to femininity and loving masculinity while knowing I only desired and loved the female body, it was so confusing because I kept mis-projecting my desire on boys and got super disgusted and angry at them for having a male body. but then I felt so annoyed with girls for not being boyish enough and liking makeup.

I knew I definitely wasn't bisexual after 17 and started using every internet micro label that existed in 2010. but that year I had a butch sociology feminist teacher at college and realized that the beauty of female masculinity would illuminate my entire world forever. I thought I WAS one which was a hilarious phase. I tried sooo hard to be butch but then I started researching butch/femme as a history project and I was like ohhh that's me, that's what I'm doing

[nattspencer]

Impossible Ending

Lady Lesso X Reader

Part 1 (you’re here) / Part 2

Summary: The Reader has known Lesso since their childhood, however, she knew it was impossible for them to be together, until the Storian assigned the Reader to help the deans to reformulate the now school for good and evil.

A/N: English is not my first language, I’m really sorry for any mistakes. I had to divide this in two parts, since it was too long for it to be an one shot. If you have any ideas for stories with Lady Lesso and for some reason whats me to write it, it would be my pleasure, just send me a request.

Warnings: bad language, mentions of injury, angst, a bit fluffy and mentions of smut in the end however, no smuts planned to this work.

Word count: 3.1k

The GIF is not mine.

          It’s almost funny how things were just way simpler when you were kids. There wasn’t no world purely divided on good and evil, heroes and villains, there was no school, no magic, and fairy tales were just it, fairy tales, centuries old stories passed on from generation to generation. You were born in a loving family of nomad healers, traveling around the world, helping. The woods and its dangers and marvels were no stranger to you, and between one job and another your people helped those that needed the most, but couldn’t afford to pay.

          One day you stumbled over Gavaldon, and it didn’t take long for them to know a woman was sick, your family went straight to help, and that changed your life forever. You met the most beautiful shy adorable human you've ever seen, her daughter, Leonora. In no time you two became inseparable, and a part of you fell hopelessly in love for her. You swore to protect her at all costs and to be on her side as much as you possibly can, and you kept the promise even when Rafal took her into this madness and now, you were dragged along too. 

          The days in the school weren’t easy, as she went to the school for evil, and you were dropped in the school for good. Your impossible love became even more impossible, if loving a woman was already out of question, love between good and evil were just unthinkable, unimaginable, impossible. 

          Days passed cold and empty without her, as she made it very clear that she didn’t want you around, your repulsive good princess self wasn't tolerated, and she would destroy you if she ever had the chance. You were her nemesis and Rafal’s visits didn’t make your life any better, he would personally destroy everything within you, every little piece of joy you had left with his sharp words. 

          Leonora could never have what she wants with you by her side, she would never be as powerful and as respected if you still gravitate around her, she would never achieve what Rafal’s demanded if she still had you, and most of all, if she did allowed herself to love you, she would just be the weird dyke everyone hates that date an ever and probably she would be just bullied and expelled. So you did the highest love gesture you can think of, you gave your own happiness up so she can have hers. 

          Having made that choice, however, didn’t make you feel any better about yourself, you were positively miserable, to the point you didn’t care if you would live or die or just became some sort of fucking talking candelabra like Lumiere in the next day. Rafal’s of course, always making sure you would feel that way. Nonetheless, one day, when you least expected, something unimaginable happened. The Storian itself summoned you in the headmaster’s tower. 

          It proposed that you attend both schools, good and evil, so you could be its personal assistant and make sure all the stories were told the way it was supposed to be, being the good brave hero in some stories and a terrible despicable villain in others. You didn’t think twice before accepting the job, you would take anything that could get out of that school and not doom you to be in a dress, adoring a man for the rest of your life. 

          The next years were like hell, attending one school was already difficult enough but two? That was almost impossible. Endless hours of studying, little sleep and an extra year just to finish the evil subjects almost made you go crazy, but you managed it, you almost made friends along the way, but no one was ever close to you as Leonora one day was.

          Don’t get me wrong, you didn’t exactly got an easy life, bruises, cuts and scars were almost permanent in your skin and you could never thank your mom enough for the skills you had learned from her so you could treat yourself between a job and another. Faking death and disappearing became your specialty, even though leaving those you liked behind were never even remotely pleasant.

          It kept like this for hundreds of years, between being a hero or a villain, a skilled witch or a mighty sword fighter, making friends and enemies, nevertheless, even with the busiest life sometimes, when the stars were in the right place, you couldn’t help yourself but to think about a certain redhead, and if she is happy. You heard she became dean of the school for evil, and you couldn’t be more content for her, as long she was happy, you were trying to be too. Life was just like this, until one day, the contents of your next mission parchment were different than the usual.

          The Storian wasn’t asking you to be a villain or a hero or to be a support character in any story, as the first student to graduate in the school for good and in the school for evil, you shall help the deans to unify both schools, as there was no more pure good nor pure evil. 

          That really hit you as a surprise, you didn’t think that they would see the infinite shades of gray in their black and white world so soon, but it also meant you were about to see her again, work with her, talk to her, and not being able to tell her what you truly wanted, not being able to touch her the way you body desires, and not being able to love her in the way you heart ached for.

          You tried to deny it, to run away, to flee as much as you can, but there wasn’t no one else for the job, you were the first entity and also the first reader to actually be both, be allowed to be both, good and evil. You had no choice but to go.

         When your eyes meet with the now Lady Lesso your heart skipped a beat. She was even more attractive then the last time you saw her. Her redhead was beautifully puffed in her perfect curls, her body embraced and exalted by a suit alongside a buttoned coat, her fingers sinfully wrapped around a walking stick and her eyes… well you always loved her eyes but her makeup made them even more  beautifully intense, like they could read your soul. 

          “Well, well, if it isn’t my own nemesis” Her deep voice enchanted around the great hall when you entered and sent chills down your spine “You look terrible by the way” She uttered with a smile that chanted evilness.

          “Likewise” You muttered with a sly smile, lies slipping easily from your lips.

          Reformulating a school wasn’t an easy task, there were centuries of segregation and contradictions that lead to a lot of work to do, and it all fell on your and the two deans' shoulders. It was inevitable that you and Lesso grew a little closer, but not even remotely like it once was. 

          Dovey always got annoyed when you three were in a room, banter and mockery would just fly around like a lost bird, and it was always she the one to collect the attention to the main subject again, soon followed by you and with some resistance the other dean. What you thought would be a desister of a job turned out to be quite fun because of her.

          “When was the last time you even slept properly?” Clarissa said when you two were chit chatting in the great hall, your upper body just threw against the wooden table and your head was resting on your extended arm.

          “Good question, maybe when I finished my last job” Your eyes fell shut.

          “I sincerely don’t know how you’re on your feet” Dovey said, partially impressed and partially disapproving of your own negligence.

          “Years of experience” You simply said.

          “I Didn’t know the great hall has turned into bedrooms, should I get along and make myself comfy?” A deep voice from behind you said as she sat by your side and started to comb your scruff’s locks. You could recognize that voice anywhere. 

          “It didn’t, I’m just a bit tired, and if you keep doing this I might fall asleep shamefully fast babe” You said with a already sleepy clouded mind, grabbing gently her hand and raising your torso from the table, interlocking your fingers and resting your hands on the wood “Now, I gotta go and finish what Dovey requested, there’s has to be a little bit of little old me for both of you, you know. Guess that’s the burden of being so hot” You said, already standing up and slowly letting go of the other woman’s hand.

          “Babe?” Lesso said repeating the way you called her with a raised eyebrow and a smile full of sneer.

          “Yeah, sorry, old habits die hard” You couldn’t hide the sadness in your eyes “Still, I gotta go, my dove needs me” You winked and joked looking at Clarissa to give yourself time to put your facade back on, and gladly, she made a princess exaggerated movement.

          “My hero” Dovey jokes. 

          “Do you guys need a private room?” Lesso said disgustedly and all you did was to laugh genuinely.

          The dynamic between you three kept like this until the weight of never ending work started to hit your bodies, you were all exhausted and you could see Lesso completely overworking herself. Don’t get me wrong, Dovey was full of work too, but she didn’t have to neglect her sleep to be back on time, once her part of the job was a little bit lighter than the rest, while you and Lesso were completely out of your minds.

          On a cold sleepless winter night you found the redhead found asleep in between her papers in the library of the school for evil. You went there just minding your own work but as soon as you saw her image, your heart softened. Her hair puffier than usual these days layed beautifully on the long wooden desk, her body shrunken in cold and in her face the dark bags beneath her eyes contrasted with her angelic expression. 

          Leaving your own papers on the long table you walked to her and placed a caring hand on her back rubbing it gently, while you whispered lightly on her side trying to wake her up.

          “Hey… Lesso… you should go to bed, it’s more comfortable… Leonora… Hey” All you heard in response was some murmurs.

          Long minutes passed with you trying to wake her up with no success, and there was no way in hell you would let her just rest there. Carefully you picked her up on bride style and her body seemed to understand what you were trying to do as it willingly wrapped around yours, her face hiding on the crook of your neck. The location of her room was not strange for you, since you already stumbled into her when she was walking out of it. Therefore, you calmly directed her body there. 

          The path wasn’t too long, but the feeling of her breath lightly brushing your neck was making your heart melt in a way you had long forgotten. The way her body recognized yours, her scent stronger than ever, inebriating your senses and making you feel like you’re finally at home again. The memories couldn’t help but to flood your mind. Memories of a time long gone when everything was easier, happier, lighter.

          Gentilly, you placed her body on the bed of her room and a whine of compliance left her lips as the heat of your body wasn’t evolving hers anymore, so you covered her in as many blankets as you could find, making sure she was more than comfortable. Your head told you to just turn around and leave her as it was, safe, warm and comfortable, but your heart pleaded to stay a little longer and comb her hair one last time, and for once, you listened to your heart. 

          Her face was peaceful and her redlocks were as soft as you could remember, you made sure to not undo any of her curls as a pleased whimp came from her mouth. Your heart fluttered and you wished deeply that everything could be just like this when she was awake, but you couldn’t. You would never take what she achieved on her own, the respect she gained, and most of all, deep down you knew you weren’t enough for her, and she deserved better, she deserved the world and even more.

          Few minutes has passed when you decided that you should probably get going, after all, the work wouldn’t just magically disappear, but you couldn’t resist to kiss the top of her head before you go, even though you knew it was a kiss that you did not deserve. 

          The way back to the library was full of thoughts, happiness, sadness, nostalgia, all crumbling and dancing within you, however the pile of work still on the long wooden desk made you focus shift slightly. First you decided to finish whatever Lesso was working on, and placed the finished work on her bedroom’s desk, then you shifted your labor on what you originally went to the library for. It was already day when you were able to finish it and there was still more work to do.

          That night wasn’t the only you found Lesso fast asleep, sometimes you could even find yourself sleeping around the castle, but you were far more used to sleepless nights than her, therefore you found yourself neglecting yourself in a double dose, once for your own work and twice for taking care of Lesso as you promised her you would all those years ago. Your wounds, however, didn’t take that neglect lightly, as some of them started to get sore and did not heal properly without your attention. 

          Visits to the blue forest became more and more frequent, as you needed to collect some specific herbs to try to make amends with your body and lower the slight fever that warned you that something wasn’t right. Soreness, pain, was something you learn to live with, but an untreated fever could lead to days in a hospital, and you should always avoid those.

          Once after a visit to it, you passed through the school for evil and suddenly you felt a hand grabbing your arm in a vice grip, your instincts almost kicked in to take down any threats to your body, but your brain could realize that it was just a well known redhead pushing you into her office furiously. Your entire body aches as she throws you against the adorned door and a low hiss escapes your lips. 

          “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Anger audible in her voice.

          “Going to my office? What the fuck Lesso” You said annoyed.

          “Don’t play dumb with me. You know what I mean” Her face was millimeters close to yours.

          “Maybe you should be more specific my dear. I’m doing a whole lot of things you know” You knew it wasn’t an answer she wanted to hear, but you know what? Two can play this game.

          “Why are you taking care of me? Do you think I’m stupid?” 

          “I would say reckless, but since you already did…” A sly smile adorned your lips, oh you knew it would drive her crazy.

          “Tell me one good reason to not kill you right here and now” Hatred and evilness sparkled in her eyes.

          “You like it or not, sweetie, I’m now your headmaster, and I would definitely appreciate some good behavior” You said, pushing yourself towards her.

          “There’s nothing good about me, pet, you should know that by now” Her hands painfully grabbed your chin “I could think hundreds of ways to torture you just to start with, so don’t you ever think I need your fucking useless help” She almost spit those words in disdain.

          “I know you don’t need it, but, you see…” You said removing her hands from your face and holding it firmly “I went for the school for good first, so as wicked I might be, I really live up to my promises, well, most of them” Your grin grew wider

          “Feel free then, pet I’m not the person you promised this bullshit, not anymore”

          “I wouldn’t be so sure, Leonora” You didn’t like the way her name fell from your lips.

          “Don’t you ever call me by that name again” She hissed the words in anger

          “Oh, did I stumble though a sore spot?” If she wasn’t the same person, neither were you.

          “You are really pathetic, you know that right pet? Little old me captivated you so much that you can’t forget me? Do you still love me?” Damn, it stings “Geez I was so bad and I didn’t even attend school yet” A sneer laugh escaped her lips, dripping with venom.

          “Why do you still overwork yourself then darling? Trying to cover that emptiness? Or is it just self loathing?” She knew all of your weak spots, but what she didn’t expect however, was that you knew hers too.

          “Why hurt your body if I can destroy who you are once again. Do you think I forgot the look on your face when I said the first time how useless you are and that I didn’t want you around? How broken were you? Poor little pet… So in love for the wrong person” You could see the devil on her face now, you really drove her crazy.

          “Leonora…” Her lips silence your words as it brushes a trail of bruising kisses down your neck, making you lose any kind of reasoning you might one day have. Your hands travel to her red hair not entirely sure if they want to push or pull her even more. Unwittingly, you tilt your head to the side, giving her even more space to toy with.

          “That’s not the name you’ll moan tonight, pet” She said kissing and biting your jaw, your body completely surrendered to her.

          “Lesso…” You almost moan, but could manage to steady your voice.

          “See? You’re a fast learner after all, always liked that in you” She says nipping your earlobe, and you eyes shut close, her hands dancing between your body.

          “Two can play this game, you know?” That was all your aroused voice handled to say

          “You wanna show me how bad you’ve been? How cute. Let me teach you a lesson then” Lesso said, crashing her lips on yours.

[thelesbianpoirot]

please share the name of your “old woman yuri” movie.

They aren't the stars. They are the loser main character's moms. It's one of those horrible raunchy comedies. it has a sexy fat woman, a very unique older lesbian dynamic for a few scenes and the dumbest gay male teen side story ever.

I love their relationship because when I am an old senile dyke I will be in full Dean Winchester cosplay and my woman will have to humor me until i'm dead.

She (the older bi femme) loves her silly butch wife and supports her dumb dreams of being her blorbo forever.

[roseworth]

hi lauren 😌 ok if dc were to ever make the elusive jason and rose outlaws team, who would you choose as the third member

hiiiiii im sorry this took a few days to get to i put a lot of thought into it <///3

so first of all. my #1 dream outlaws team is jason rose connor kara lorena. im not even exaggerating when i say i have thought about this team (whose dynamics i mostly made up) at least once a day for MONTHS. i know some of those characters being on a team together doesnt make sense but you just have to trust me. it all makes sense in my rich inner world. and someday i may get into it but i have a lot to say

but if im abiding by outlaws tradition of a trio. i have multiple options of who besides jay & rose.

eddie: obvious answer. hes been friends with both of them so its very common to put him in outlaws. HOWEVER.... i dont really see him as an outlaw. im including him in this list because i like the idea of the three of them together but i dont think he would really fit on an outlaws team. hes kinda just a normal hero and i dont think he would be super into the whole idea of killing people the way jason and rose do

kyle: i just think that the dynamic of jason rose & kyle would be SO funny. disasters. rose with kyle is "he was nice to me like 8 years ago so hes my best friend forever" while jason and kyle. you know. are the most annoying people ever. plus kyles views on killing are sorta "i dont do it unless i really want to but i think its cool" so he would tolerate them

steph: this would be so much fun. mwsl gave me minor crumbs of a jason rose & steph team up and i havent been the same since. steph can be a little bit murderous as a treat and jason & rose are enablers. idk i just think being an outlaw could be good for her

roy: HEAR ME OUT. SHUT UP AND HEAR ME OUT. i could fix rhato roy. my thought is roy post-cry for justice where hes mourning his daughters death and pushing everyone else away. and jason & rose go "quit your job join our emo band" and he becomes an outlaw bc he wants to be Angsty and Away From Heroes but jason & rose are like "sweet we have a responsible adult now 👍" and. roy cannot be around people younger than him without accidentally becoming an older brother figure. also roy & rose make me go crazy so im doing this for ME

eddie fyers: this popped into my head as i talked about eddie bloomberg earlier and i cant stop thinking about it. can you fucking imagine

artemis: yeah yeah she was already an outlaw. but what if she was again in a cooler more homosexual way. jason & artemis had a good dynamic sometimes in rhato 2016 when lobdell wasnt being weird, and rose & artemis would be so much fun given that rose loves to pick fights and artemis would be able to pick her up and throw her. to me it would be good and i want these two to interact

grace choi: okay listen. i just really liked her in outsiders 2003. as a treat to me i think she should be worse. canon toxic dyke getting worse because of a non canon toxic dyke and her boytoy freak

dana harlow: DANA COME BACK. she was the best ever for the two (2) issues shes been in. and rose & dana would be soooooo good and i need it so bad

but ideal jason & rose dynamic is this↓ so maybe its better for everyone if they have a red hood & ravager team up. hand in unlovable hand.

[zukkacore]

⭐⭐ pls pls pls share thoughts about who can blame a girl

Thanks so much for this!!! Tbh it's fun to talk abt Who Can Blame a Girl b/c its so short n sweet so it does kinda feel like the one that takes up the least oxygen but i am. proud of it and it is cute but to be fair it also is kinda uncomplicated in my mind so i'll see if i have any thoughts...

(For the record im very "she let me hit b/c i use his pronouns interchangeably" about dyke!Jace. I don't care how she's referred to really. In fact, for most of this i just use he bc idc. In case that's confusing.)

It's a song rec in the notes but actually the inspiration for Who Can Blame Girl is b/c i'd had the song Susie Save Your Love by Allie x n Mitski stuck in head for like forever (That and like A Ton of Chappell Roan) and the song is basically about this girl who is like. In love with her friend who is asking for a ride b/c she needs a break from a shitty boyfriend. Which. Zarajaceporter anyone. I just was really taken with this idea of Zara being very taken by Jace in this kind of... vulnerable, messy, unpalatable state i guess? B/c Jace is so buttoned up and curated at Aguefort. And like. I don't expect everyone to get on the dyke!Jace train but obviously i'm very taken with her and love her she is the soft butch of my life < 3

I guess what i CAN talk about is that. I think it was a fun thought experiment to kinda. Be in Zara's head. I have so much affection for her in canon and i think she just has this very playful, impish, yet ultimately very kind center to her based on how she interacts with Fig that is very heartwarming and as much as i love to torment Jace and put him in Situations, I do think the person who could understand and empathize with his situtation the most truly is zara.

I've talked abt the parallels between Vampirism and Jace in his post shatterstar state. They're both liminal undead existences that are based on this fundamental want that if satisfied would bring harm to others and make the people they love hate them! And like. Zara is very kinda uncomplicatedly Good in FHJY but it was fun to play around with the interiority of a warlock vampire who is in a relationship with a celestial! The whole Thing sort of revolves around this weird unspoken arrangement that concocts out of the blue when Jace calls zara. Zara is all about agreements. Negotiations that you make with the people around you. So when it comes to the gender stuff:

Jace is quiet. “No one would ever want to see that. I—I’m not brave like you, Zara. You’re always you, and—My life is petty, and small, and I—” His voice breaks. “I—I’m comfortable keeping things the way that—” “Hey. You think I don’t make compromises?” says Zara. She's thinking about that word—brave. Jace has no idea what it takes for a vampire like her to "be herself" in a way he imagines. “I make compromises every day.

It's like. This ties so into my belief that pre-shatterstar jace is egoless. He doesn't want to rock the boat. He's comfortable, until Porter comes along. In a way, Zara is unflinchingly herself. She's a hot goth vampire and she's not shy about that. But I think she'd have to reconcile with. Just living in a world that is afraid of her existence. She's free from Jace's POV, but she's not as free as he thinks. She has to be at peace with the idea ther her very existence is just going to be an abomination to some people (and like. It's dnd so i don't know how popular that attitude would be but we have seen religious zealots in text so im sure those people exist). And she's talking about gender stuff but she's also unwittingly kinda speaking to the shatterstar part of his life. Be unflinchingly yourself. You want to live. And sometimes, people will hate you, or you will do harm.

Meanwhile, what is Zara getting out of this time with Jace? Some sort of connection? I think feeling a connection was very thrilling for Jace. That's why he asks, "You felt it, too?" But what does Zara want?

I feel like Zara's motivation is summed up here. Initially, it was curiousity and obligation. She liked seeing him in a state she never had. And he needed a favor, so she felt like she ought to come through. But this is the real reason:

"We can drive for as long as you want. My entire night is free. Obviously"

To me, this is her expressing patience. Patience that she's willing to extend b/c she feels for Jace. But it's also expressing loneliness.

I very much did contrive this bc I'm just a silly billy who has been wanting to write something about Jace n Zara hooking up in a car. And like. I'm cringefail and writing hookups is hard so im always obsessed with what the emotional throughline is for a scene like that and like. I kept coming back to Zara and her celestial lover. I think it's Zara wanting something tangible and messy and faulty.

and yet Zara for a brief terrible moment wants this, with her, over transcendence, over ethereal, ascended, over purity and goodness because this is real , it’s mundane, it’s here , it’s something she doesn’t have to wait for every time her lover comes calling, if anyone knew how desperate Zara truly is they’d never see her the same way again

Like. It's tangible and present and we don't KNOW what a relationship with and angel would be like. But it sounds so... pure. So sterile almost? And textually in FHJY Zara is very mature and healed, but I was like. The idea of a warlock finding a relationship so tantalizing that they would be willing to fuck up their other contracts was just so delicious to me. And Vampires are all about temptation.

Zara can’t help herself, she wants —the same dark want that compels her feed, the same hunger for something she knows is going to destroy her, destroy everyone around her—and seriously, fuck Porter anyway, how could he ever want Jace as profoundly and completely as she feels herself wanting right now,

Like!!!! Yes Zara is better than this but im toxic and want to reduce her to the gutter w the boys! As if it's my fault! I'm not gonna quote the hornier parts but like esp the stuff about like. Zara reconciling with darker wants that—she's not as bad as Porter, but she's a vampire, it's about consumption, about taking, about predation, about desire (it’s also about penetration. lol). She's doesn't let that shit rule her, its there, she does stumble. Like. Was it a good or bad thing that she left it open-ended at the end? I mean. It's good for us for sure. I want them to get into a messy situationship in the wake of Jace's messy breakup with Porter (yes. In my mind this is THEE breakup from IYWD too. The real one).

But like. It was always going to be open ended. Zara did him a favor. This is a contract. There's always a give and take in a relationship. He'll be there for her too at some point. That's how it works.

[curlytemple]

tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better

i was tagged by @significationary who absolutely already knows everything about me but let’s go

1. 3 ships: beronica+jarchie forever, and Big Destiel which has taken over my brain despite the fact that i have not yet watched spn

2. first ever ship: if i’m being honest my first tumblr era ship was sterek but i wasn’t about to let anyone call me a perverted freak on the perverted freak website

3. last song: i’ve been listening to the store radio at work all day but the last song i chose to listen to was when i was driving home yesterday peacefully singing along to troye sivan’s angel baby thinking about destiel again and then a squirrel darted out from a pile of leaves and i accidentally took an innocent life for the first time. harrowing.

4. last movie: watched jennifer lawrence in NO HARD FEELINGS with my brother and it was actually not really what i expected from the trailer and has a very sweet ending.

5. currently reading: THE gomens demon therapy fic sequel ANGEL in therapy that hurts me so good. also my sister convinced me to read soccer lesbian booktok rec “cleat cute” and it’s pretty bad ❤️

6. currently watching: riverdale rewatch with ANNA. and i started pretty little liars (still mad nobody told me how much dyke drama this show has) also selling sunset is back!! i love evil real estate barbies.

7. currently consuming: water and spearmint vape. hush.

8. currently craving: sweet relief of death

i know anna tagged me because i have the soul of a prolific poster but i lack the constitution to get silly with you all. she said: make an effort 🔪

so hiiiii newer mutuals hello @anarcha-queer-horror @wellwaterhysteria @gay-archie @tallahasseemp3 @eastvillages

+ older mutuals i always love to see on my dash @nicolegendary @mightyoreo @dumbestdyke @wimbledon2008

[straightplayshowdown]

The History Boys: Set in a grammar school in Sheffield in the 1980s, the show follows eight pupils as they prepare to take their entrance exams to Oxford and Cambridge Universities. They are led by the eccentric Hector, an ageing teacher who has a unique take on their General Studies course. However, his teaching is brought into question by the young Irwin, who has been brought in to make sure that the boys excel in their Oxbridge exams. Mediating between the two is Mrs. Lintott, a teacher who goes by the book. All three teachers face their own demons, as they attempt to guide the boys through examinations, interviews, and personal struggles.

Peter and the Starcatcher: A young orphan named Boy and his mates are shipped off from Victorian England to a distant island. They know nothing of the trunk in the captain’s cabin, which contains an otherworldly cargo. Aboard the Neverland, the boys are discovered by a young girl named Molly, a Starcatcher-in-training who realizes that the trunk’s cargo is starstuff, a celestial substance so powerful that it must never fall into the wrong hands. When the ship is taken over by pirates – led by the fearsome Black Stache, a villain determined to claim the trunk and its treasure for his own, and his sidekick Smee – the journey quickly becomes a thrilling adventure. As they head for a faraway land, Molly and Boy learn about love, friendship and forge an unbreakable bond.

Propaganda under the cut!

The History Boys:

every time I look at this play I find even more resonances woven between its different scenes and characters, truly both a comedy and a tragedy at the same time, and an amazing coming of age story that rings so much truer than the thousand cliches that exist on the subject

Rewrote my brain chemistry aged approx 16. All British actors of a certain age were in this play, the original line up is iconic (James corden before all the boring American shit lol) “history… it’s just one fucking thing after another” Great music! Miss Lintot trying her absolute best. “You complacent fuck”. So so funny but so so heartbreaking

Obnoxious northern boys being taught how to repackage history to make their essays more interesting, jokes about the 14 foreskins of Christ, the experience of that moment of time you will never get back 

It’s about the learning it’s about the references it’s about making interesting adults it’s about poetry you don’t need now but will understand later, it’s maybe the truth isn’t as important as the argument, it’s about growing up, it’s about thinking you’re grown up when you aren’t, it’s about the yearning and the songs from before your time, it’s about women following behind with the bucket

Peter and the Starcatcher: 

hands down best adaptation of the peter pan stories ever

this is literally the most heartwarming and heartbreaking play i have ever witnessed. its about the origins of peter pan. its insanely funny. its so sad. its about friendship and family and maturity and growing up. i cried so hard. the line "it has to hurt - thats how you know it meant something" has really stuck with me. 

play of all time forever. silly goofy for like 90% of it and then goes and makes you cry in the last scene. the protagonists are all thirteen and it fucking shows (positive). the villain is captain hook minus the hook and one million times more queercoded. the other "villain" is a small italian man living on an island nowhere near italy. the other other villain fails to flirt with a girl and then dies because he gets a cat thrown in his face. the word "dyke" is in the script. christian borle was in it can we get the christian borle girlies in on this please. i still have a worm in my bag from the production i did. this show is my best friend forever

[marofdawn]

Hello!! I WANT MORE ANGST, can you drop some quotes that describes them (levi and eden) perfectly🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️

This took me so long to answer, SORRY. Most of these are gonna be song lyrics because I don’t really have any quotes saved, and I’m not sure where to look for good quotes 🤧. But I hope these fulfill your desire for angst 🫶🏼.

“I know history may not remember me fondly, but I hope you do.” - not sure who this is by, but someone in my ao3 comments said they found this on instagram :).

This is 100% Eden to Levi. She knows some people will hate her forever for what she did, but she hopes Levi could at least acknowledge the good times they had.

“Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.” - Henry Van Dyke.

This one reminds of when Eden and Levi were having that heated discussion in the forest, and Eden said she just wanted every second she spent with Levi to last for an eternity.

“Was I stupid to love you? Was I reckless to help? Was it obvious to everybody else? That I’d fallen for a lie. You were never on my side. Fool me once. Fool me twice. Are you death or paradise?” - “No Time To Die” by Billie Eilish.

This song literally goes PERFECTLY with this fanfic. This whole song is Levi’s POV after finding out about the truth about Eden

“I know you’re not in love, like you used to be. Guess I’m not enough, like you used to think. So you just run.” - “Run” by Joji

I see this being about Levi being furious about how Eden kept the truth to herself for so long. This relates to what he said in the forest: “You said you loved me, but if you truly loved me, you would have stopped what we had the moment you knew I had feelings for you.” She ran away instead of being honest, and that’s what made him feel like her love wasn’t completely genuine.

“Were you sent by someone? Who wanted me dead? Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed? Were you writing a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy?” - “The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived” by Taylor Swift

Literally, thank you to all the people who recommended this song because it goes SO WELL 😭, especially this part. Eden was sent by Marley to kill Levi, writing stuff in her journal about her time in Paradis, and living a lie for five years.

“I didn’t have it in myself to go with grace. ‘Cause when I’d fight, you used to tell me I was brave.” - “my tears ricochet” by Taylor Swift

To me, this whole song is in Levi’s POV about Eden’s betrayal. This line basically explains why he was being an asshole to her after they met again after four years. He’s still holding on to that anger and just couldn’t find it in himself to be mature about it because he still thought about all the pain she had caused him. She made him feel loved, only for him to discover she wasn’t who he thought she was.

“And when you go away, I still see you.” - “Sunsetz” by Cigarettes After Sex.

Very simple line, but I just really love this song. I could see this as Levi still yearning for Eden after so many years even despite the anger he held.

“Help me hold onto you. I’ve been the archer. I’ve been the prey. Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?” - “The Archer” by Taylor Swift.

I can see this being about Eden wanting to hold on to Levi. All her life, she never felt good enough or lovable. Her mother was the only exception until she passed away, but it wasn’t really until meeting Levi that she saw how capable of being loved she was. She felt misunderstood, but Levi always understood her. She wanted to find a way to hold on to him, but was terrified knowing she was hiding the truth.

“It turned into something bigger. Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I’d been betrayed.” - “The Great War” by Taylor Swift.

This song perfectly summarizes Levi and Eden’s relationship as a whole. This line obviously pertains to Levi, but I think the song in its entirety is about a relationship that has gone through toxic times (aka, a ‘war’), but in the end, they still find a way to spring back despite the difficulties.

“We were too close to the stars. I never knew somebody like you, somebody. Fallin’ just as hard. I’d rather lose somebody than use somebody. Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise (I see myself in you). I see my reflection in your eyes.” - “Reflections” by The Neighbourhood.

This mostly pertains to Levi. I feel like this song is about loving someone who may not love you back? Or maybe loving someone who just isn’t good for you? Levi fell hard and fast because he had never met anyone like Eden before, and after her betrayal, he thought he’d get over her eventually, but she still continued to linger in his mind years later.

“Our love is six feet under. I can’t help but wonder. If our grave was watered by the rain. Would roses bloom? Could roses bloom again?” - “Six Feet Under” by Billie Eilish

I think this song is about yearning for a love that died. Levi was heartbroken after the betrayal, but he still always wondered what would have happened if Eden hadn't 'died' in front of him. He wondered if their love could 'bloom' again, even after all the hurt and pain.

This came out longer than I expected lol. I hope you found this fulfilling!

[possibilistfanfiction]

i love that you've been making a lot of ur avatrice fics a subtle (or very UNSUBTLE) ode to mascs/butch lesbians. and an ode to being queer in general. i think my fave things to read lately have been works like that; where the characters aren't just queer, but happy to be queer, relieved to be queer, or saved by being queer. and in terms of gender expression and queerness its something that i've had a hard time reconciling with myself, but the way you explore it through bea is refreshing and helpful for me, someone who's been out for 8 years and still sweats when deciding what shirts to buy myself, or sometimes how to even just walk when i go outside

honestly i never know what like general reactions will be but everyone has been so lovely! i think it's like — fundamentally so important to me that bea was never ever made to be femme! like canonically she's attractive to women in the show!! she has her little slacks!! & she's not like masc/butch explicitly but at the same time i'm like... she's never gotten to choose for herself either! & maybe she would! she could if she wanted! a little knight at the campfire, you know

& yah it's hard!! i've been out for over a decade & have gotten to have top surgery & be in a generally v safe & queer city + a wonderful marriage & community & like... i still cry over pants!! it's hard to be in a world that wasn't built for you, no matter how happy it is

BUT that being said yes to me queerness is the holiest thing in the whole world!! like whew, queerness DOES save the world; it is a relief & it is a joy & it is a miracle!

& i think, for me, at least, when i write bea, it's rly important to use the word lesbian for sure, but i also think like... there is something so so so beautiful about butches & dykes!!! & at least part of my journey has been falling in love with those words & that history & that deep joy. so in my fics i love writing bea getting to have some of that freedom & healing very specifically around like... not being femme!! she's a lesbian!!! maybe one day she would love the word dyke & all the gentle power it has held for so long. i don't really want it to be subtle bc i don't actually think after a few years of therapy & the world's most enthusiastic partner that bea would ever want anyone to think she's straight lol

& like god... i made myself emotional w a suit or a pair of pants & an older dyke where u just are like... oh. i can exist like this, so happy & so myself & so loved, for so long. & ava is wonderful so it's just kind of lovely to imagine bea just like... getting a masc haircut w the full freedom to love it or hate it bc ava is just :) i love you!!!!! & bea has never gotten to see if she would even Like that on herself before. bea trying on men's ("men's") clothes, picking out cologne bc she likes the way it smells better than perfume, etc etc etc. & in addition to her little button downs & slacks like... what would she want to wear during a lazy day at home? what would she want to wear to brunch on a sunday morning? ava is just in love so there's so, so many choices that open up to her!! she gets to just settle into what makes her happy & all the ways that's fluid & graceful & changing, none of which are defined by expectations of shutting the queer part of yourself off. all the beautiful expansiveness of queerness & this really gorgeous masculinity that's just There to explore. idk, it's wonderful lol & i feel like that freedom is just, for me, really nice to get to write. obviously if other ppl feel differently, that's also totally cool, but yeah, soft butch beatrice in all those variations forever