#I’m a lesbian potato too

[14lavenderhaze]

Yall not related to what I normally post but I was talking w this dude on Snapchat and I told him I was lesbian and he asked what I look like and I said a potato and he said ‘lesbian potatoes are my shi’ and I agreed so hard damn

[morally-grey-girlbosses]

Taylor Hebert artwork courtesy of @senviva!

Propaganda under the cut.

Taylor Hebert AKA Skitter has too much propaganda for this post! Her propaganda post can be found here.

Caroline/GLaDOS

you know her you love her!!!!! tumblr's favorite unethical mad scientist robot lesbian! you can't have a poll like this without her

neurotoxin :)

I have no energy to write propaganda I’m sorry but she deserves this!!!! She’s the antagonist of all time. She’s funny and smart and passive aggressive and lying to your face. She’s filling the room with neurotoxin. She’s still alive.

FUCK I FORGOT ABOUT MY GIRL. Anyways Glados did nothing wrong.

Constantly mean to Chell, in love with Chell, tries to murder Chell, saves Chell's life, helps Chell, hinders Chell, is a potato, used to be a secretary before being forced to upload her consciousness into a personality sphere, floods the facility with deadly neurotoxin, is a sexy robot... need I say more?

OK SO she killed all those people BUT they confined her to an immortal hell as a digital being so like??? deserved. it's implied she may have hated Cave and some cut dialogue even suggests she was forced into GLADOS against her will. she was just getting her revenge what's so wrong with that!!!!

[purplesimmer455]

Happy Pride, from my sims! 😄🌈

Starting from the top it’s Min Jun and his wife Paenji. Min Jun is pansexual and his wife is straight but an ally (her and Min Jun’s two daughters Cece and Cam are both pansexual and lesbian respectively). He’s a writer but loves to cook, so I had to use the gay fieri shirt on him as well.

Then it’s their daughter Cam, who’s lesbian, and her girlfriend Piper, who’s pansexual. (I couldn’t get the teleporter to work with Cam so I just took two cute photos with them). They’re both in their early twenties and in college together, planning to move in together and eventually marry once they graduate.

Next, it’s Piper’s cousin Emily who’s pansexual, and her best friend Kiran, who’s non-binary and also pansexual. Their shirt looks so cool but is completely hidden behind Emily in this photo. They’re both 14 and crushing on each other.

Then it’s Stephanie Takamura who’s pansexual, and her spouse Riley, who’s pan and non-binary. Riley’s a chef, so the gay fieri shirt was perfect for them. 😄 Stephanie and Riley have two kids, Nancy and Haruo, and live in Mt. Komorebi.

Finally it’s Iseul (Cam’s auntie, and Min Jun’s younger sister) who’s lesbian, as well as her fiancée Grace, who’s lesbian and demisexual. I waited too long to take photos at the park so I had to take theirs in their apartment but it worked. Iseul and Grace live with their cat Aloo (meaning potato in Urdu) in a tiny but cozy apartment in the spice district, San Myshuno.

(I’m pansexual myself, and I haven’t been to a pride event yet but I hope to go one day. 😊)

Links to the amazing CC used:

Iseul and Kiran’s werewolf gp shirts: lost and found gp 12 t shirt by @sforzcc*

Riley and Min Jun’s Gay fieri (still love that name 😂) shirts by @valhallansim: Gay Fieri shirt

Cam’s Gay Vibes t shirt by @lesimbians Found here

Piper, Emily, and Grace’s pride t shirts by @schmapple found here

The pose and pride flags are by @clumsyalienn and can be found here

The pride face paint can be found here, by @simmeronie

Note: feel free to correct me cause I was looking up the butch lesbian flag for Cam and Iseul and one site said it’s the one with blue and purple colors, one said it’s the one with orange and white colors, so I went with the blue and purple hued one. 😅

[call-me-maggie13]

I’m bored and the guys at work are being goofy so here’s a list of no context things I’ve heard from The Boys™ recently.

“Call me a fake lesbian but I don’t really like girl in red. Clairo? Love. WILLOW? Besties. Hayley Kiyoko? Lesbian Jesus. But Girl in Red and I don’t really vibe. Sorry.”

“Maybe I’m losing my mind, but I wanna bite that truck.”

“Aye, watch your language.” “Will it do a flip?” “What?” “Watch it’s gunna do a flip!” [flips manager off]

“Have y’all heard about the Zuckerberg V. Musk fight? Okay let’s debate. Kanye or Swift, who would win? Actually. That wouldn’t be fair, Kanye never stood a chance. Okay. Obama or Trump? Fists only, no weapons.”

“Do you ever wonder if grass can feel? Like. What if it screams on a frequency I can’t hear every time I step on it? What if the fresh mowed grass smell is actually grass tears and blood?”

“I know we all agreed, but…”

“If lightning struck me right now, would y’all try to save me?”

“Sometimes I’m like ‘Hozier is a god.’ And sometimes I’m like ‘Hozier is just some guy.’”

“Someone threw away a black American Express card. Can I keep it? It’s not expired.”

“I’m not allowed to set off fireworks anymore. It’s not my fault I didn’t know they were actual explosions that could burn a house down. No, this wasn’t when I was a kid, this was like three months ago.”

“What do you think the sky tastes like?”

“When I was twelve, my mom hit me with her car backing out of the driveway and she didn’t even take me to the hospital. I think I broke my arm and I’m pretty sure that’s why my wrist does this. [shows wrist making clicking noise when he rolls it]”

“Okay. But. What if. Nope wait, I think that’s illegal.”

“God customers are stupid. Are you closed?? No lady, the sign says we’re closed because we’re open. It makes me want to eat a car battery.”

“If you could only eat one bug for the rest of your life, what would it be?”

“What are y’all’s opinions on potato flavored chewing gum?”

“Can I start bringing my dog to work?”

“Can I break this? I know it’s already broken, I want to break it more.”

“I’m a simple man. I like when things go boom. That doesn’t mean I started the fire.”

“Sometimes I like to take a bath and pretend I’m a little potato getting boiled to make some mashed potatoes.”

“Why can’t I be a duck? Why do I have to be a person?”

“But if I just punch him in the face, I don’t have to worry about him being mean anymore.”

“Maggie. Maggie. Maggie. Maggie. Maggie. Maggie. Maggie. Mag - okay I’m bored now.”

“If I was a rock, I think I’d be a big blue smooth shiny rock. What rock would you be?”

“I have an announcement to make. Stalactites and stalagmites. That is all. Carry on.”

“Sorry, was that gay?”

“I think being an adult is all about being nice to yourself. And taxes, maybe.”

“Why does the dirt over here taste saltier than the dirt by the flowers?”

“No. If I’m not asking him about Taylor Swift, what makes you think I’d ask him about Gracie Abrams?”

“Can I make a list of everyone’s red flags?” “Only if you list their green flags too.”

“I had to change your contact name to Charles. I don’t know why Charles, I just panicked and picked the first name I could think of.”

“Sometimes I forget she’s your mom.” “She’s not my mom. Do you think she’s my mom?” “Not anymore.”

“God. Everyone wants to be Donna but no one wants to be Rachel. No one is Donna except Donna. Everyone else is Rachel. Or they’re Harold.” (Someone please tell me what this means, I have no idea what he’s talking about)

“Why do crickets taste like that?”

“Oh to be a silly little horse in a silly little field being taken care of by a silly little person I could crush like a bug beneath my silly little hooves.”

“Tell me more, tell me more, like does he have a car?”

“The world went to hell when autopsies started testing for poison. Women just can’t poison their husbands anymore. That was the true beginning of the downfall of society.”

“What happens if someone asks to take their motorcycle through the carwash?”

“You don’t have to file customer complaints if you eat the paper they’re written on.”

“And if I said I still haven’t forgiven John Wilkes Booth, what would you say?”

“I don’t say this lightly, but the Pedro Pascual edits on tiktok have confused me sexually.”

“I just pulled a dead bird out of some guy’s grill. Anyone hungry?”

“Taylor Swift might have forgiven him but that doesn’t mean I have to!”

“Why aren’t we allowed to have a company pet? Firefighters get Dalmatians, we should be allowed like. A fish or something.”

“I dreamt that I came to work yesterday and worked an entire shift, is there any way I can get that added to my pay?”

“My girlfriend is mad at me because I keep playing I’m Just Ken and telling her she’s Kenough.”

“Can we close early on October the thirteenth? Oh, no reason… On a completely unrelated note: what should I wear to the Eras Tour movie?”

“If my grandmother confessed to murdering my grandfather but it happened in like the eighties, do I have to report it? Hypothetically, of course.”

“Sometimes a man just needs to cry to mirrorball and tolerate it in his car. Sometimes he just needs to scream Death by A Thousand Cuts. Sometimes…”

“I accidentally just called a customer Mom and she gave me her phone number, what do I do?”

“It’s only blasphemy if you get caught. Do you really think God has time to listen to everything every single person says?”

“Sometimes I wish I was a woman but then I remember this is America and I thank the stars that I’m not. Sorry, Maggie.”

“Why is it so hard to find a stupidly rich woman searching for a trophy husband?”

“Do you think I could walk through the carwash instead of taking a shower?”

[after a guy’s day off] “I missed you guys yesterday. I wish I never had to leave.”

“My sister told me I was adopted and my mom got mad because she wasn’t supposed to but like. My parents are white. I’m black. I already knew.”

“I just had a child quote Revelations at me because I told him he shouldn’t drink the glass cleaner.”

“I forgot my shoes. Also, I just stepped in glass in the parking lot, someone should really clean that up.”

“I think everyone should be allowed to kill someone if they have a really good reason. I would kill the guy that called my sister a bitch because she didn’t want to sleep with him. Who would you kill?”

“Is… is that… not… normal?” [hint: it was not.]

“I stand with Sansa - I mean Sophie Turner.”

“I still don’t understand why I’m not allowed to punch customers in the mouth for being assholes to Maggie and Dru.”

“What kind of tree do you think I am?”

“Apparently I was supposed to listen to the new Olivia Rodrigo album with my girlfriend and now she’s upset with me for listening to it with y’all first.”

“Every night, I go to sleep and every morning, I wake up. How do I stop this cycle?”

[urfavnegronerd]

honey-kehlani

trope: fluffy 

pairing: margo kess x black fem reader

warnings: some good old southern metaphors, Grammarly hates me (i think they anti black fr), lowk internalized homophobia but nothing insane readers kinda on the dl but not gross dl yk?, still ina rut lowkey, got up before my alarm and decided to finish this before i leave

song lyrics are italicized 

w/c: 1.6k ish

saw you awake  

Margo is pretty. Real pretty. Pretty like magnolias in May type. It’s not like you’ve never liked a girl before, because you definitely have. Them late-night reruns on nick-at-nite you used to watch with your family type shit. That 90’s type pretty. It’s not like you were foreign to the concept of being gay, or lesbian, or however the world wanted to label your innate attraction to girls. It just… wasn’t something you mentioned a lot. You’d talked about it a lot with your grandmother, but other than that? Liking girls was something you just didn’t mention. All you knew was that Margo was pretty, the type pretty to make you adjust your cargo pants so they hung just right, in the way so that when you stretched she could see the band of the Nike Pros you wore. Type pretty to make sure you kept your shoes clean,  looking all fresh, type pretty to make sure your washday always happened. Cus girls like clean shoes and pretty hair, right? It wasn’t like you could just… go and spit game to her.

You were sprung off your ass and you couldn’t help it, shit you tried to swing from masculine to feminine enough to make her notice, but nothing seemed to work. You’d tried to talk to her, but it… did not end well. You were shy and blushy and didn’t know what to say. 

“Talk to me sweet pea,” 

“Grandmama it's just a lot on my mind,” 

“Girl I am your grandmother, not talkin' to me is like a screen door on a submarine. It don’t make no sense baby,” 

“I know,” 

“Is it some girl?” 

You tensed a little bit, your grandmother is the only one you’re fully out to. 

“Yes ma'am,”  

“She got your feathers all ruffled?” Your grandmother slowly looks up from the sweet potatoes she’s peeling, eyebrow raised with a knowing look and smile playing on her lips, a hot blush crawls up your neck and you swallow meekly, nodding.  

“She’s real pretty Grandmama. Smart, too.” 

“That’s real good, baby,” 

“Grandmama I’m being serious, she pretty as a peach and I don’t know what to do about it,” 

“What you mean you don't know what to do about it?”

“It’s like, every time I see her, I freeze,” 

“Baby you fixin to be just another pretty face to that girl, keep acting like that,” 

“But what if she not…” 

“Not what? A lesbian?” 

“Yeah,” 

“Then you move on,” 

“It’s a lot more than just movin' on, m’dear,” 

“Babycakes it sounds like you just making excuses,” 

“Yeah, you probably right m’dear,” 

A few weeks had passed since you told your grandmother about Margo. You told your grandmother about some girl you ain't never had the guts to talk to, but now, here you are, a handful of lilies from your grandmama’s garden, mixed with lavender, waiting outside her door. Part of you is happy and excited, but the other part? Thinks this is stupid and you should run. There’s such a huge chance that she could just not be into girls, and then what? You make a complete fool of yourself and it could go bad to the point where she tells everyone. Why was being… like this, so difficult? Loving up on someone shouldn’t be hard, right? 

Psyching yourself up, lightly bouncing on the balls of your feet, New Balance 550s with juniper, you ring the doorbell, hiding the flowers behind your back. 

“Hello?” Margo’s face, big brown eyes, gentle cheekbones, two puffs, and an entire universe worth of beauty peek out from behind the door. 

“Margo! I, erm, Margo. Hi,” 

“Oh! I know you, we have chem together, right?” 

And English and History, but who’s counting? 

“Y-Yeah, so, um, listen I was kinda wondering if maybe you wanted to–” 

“Those are really pretty flowers,” 

“Hnm? Oh, I got them in my grandmother's garden, they’re um, for you,” 

“Really?” Her face lights up, starting with her eyes. And oh how you adored the tiny gap between her two front teeth, the way her curls lightly bounced when she laughed or talked. Fully unlocking the door, she swings it open to you. She’s wearing a blue oversized hoodie and purple shorts. “I love lavender.” 

You smile and look down, suddenly shy, and you push the flowers into her hands. 

“Did you maybe, want to go out with me? Like, together?” 

She looks taken aback but smiles softly, inhaling the scent of the flowers. 

“Like a date?” 

“I– yeah. Like a date.” 

“Yes.” 

“Wait really?” 

“Yeah,” 

“So, um, Friday? I’ll pick you up at seven?” 

“Seven it is,” 

“Okay.” 

“Okay.” 

Friday.

don’t walk away  

It’s far from uncommon for you to like girls. However, it was far from common for you to have a girlfriend. A pretty girl, Margo, just so happened to like you back. Enough so to go out on a date with you. The first date was far from awkward. Well, it was awkward. You didn’t know what to say or do, she looked so beautiful, so much so that you had told her at least five times that night. She had her hair in two braids wrapped around her head, and one of the lilies you had given her tucked behind her ear.  

It had been just over two months of the two of you being a couple, just about a month and a half of you labeling your relationship. The word girlfriend coming out of her mouth was the most beautiful rendition of the English language you had ever heard, the way she gently rolled her r’s, not like the way you’d speak Spanish, but her r’s were a heavyset sound rolling off her tongue.  

It was early morning, the sun gently dusting its way into your room, and your arms were latched around Margo’s waist, face pressed against her bonnet. She’s one of a kind and you could promise anyone that, the kind of smart that makes you itch to work hard in school, so the two of you could be those smart girlfriends, the girlfriends that went to the top universities and had their whole future perfectly aligned. You loved her, and that was simultaneously terrifying but calming at the same tie. 

From her thick bed of curls, the same bed of curls that you helped braid and detangle, all the way down to the toenails you helped her paint. 

“I wanna paint them purple,” she’d announced one day, voice muffled behind the sweatshirt she had stolen from you. 

“So paint ‘em purple,” 

“You draw better than me,” 

“You want my help?” 

“Can you?” she pouted. Of course you could, you’d do anything to make her smile.  

Loving Margo was the easiest decision you’d ever made, you didn’t even have to think about it. You just loved her, it was simple as breathing. 

“Hey,” you whisper, gently ghosting peppery kisses into her neck. You were positive she wasn’t awake, and you felt empowered. Not in a weird way, oh no. It was like you were the one to protect her, to gently watch her chest rise and fall, hear her breathing, and feel the faint pound of her heart. Margo made you feel safe, happy and loved. She fed your soul, filled you up the way your grandmother’s cooking did, and made you feel warm and euphoric, and sleepy at the same time in a blissful combination that came with feeling the most intense peace you’d ever encountered. 

“I love you,” that was the first time you’d said it out loud, it was easier to know she was sleeping and say it. As much as you loved her, uttering those words was the most excruciating fear you’d ever been through, the fear that made you wonder whether or not she loved you for real or if she was just acting. Every day you woke up and hoped that it wasn’t just acting, that she loved you as much as you loved her. 

“I love you so much, Margo. I love helping you braid your hair up, and helping take them down, I love the little gap between your teeth, and how bright your smile is. I love how you make me feel, Margo. I love how smart you are because I get to be the one to say that you’re my girlfriend, and how far you’re gonna go. Pretty girl, I love how smart you are, I love the way you think. And I know this is kind of cheating because you’re asleep, but I wanted to say I love you, okay? I love you so much Margo Kess” 

It did kind of feel like cheating to you, she was asleep, did saying ‘I love you’ for the first time need to happen while she was awake? You didn’t want to wake her though. She looked so pretty, the bright blue camisole a beautiful contrast to her melanated skin, and of course, the matching bonnet cascading down her back. Deciding to leave it at that, you press your forehead to her shoulder blade and breathe in her scent. The hair oil, the cocoa butter, and the Vaseline. 

“Who said I was still sleeping?”

or would you wait for me?

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a/n: leaving today until friday, so i wont have any electronics :P but please please please blow up my inbox, we 20 away from 200. i seriously love all yall sm, wanted to feed you before i leave. heavy on that blow up my mentions, inbox, errythang so i can come back and read ur lovely notifs.

🩷 reblogs are always appreciated for reach <3

xoxo,

rae <3

[katieaki]

My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated! Read it here for free on my Patreon and vote in the poll! I made a summary of the first part, here, which tells you basically everything you need to know about Lou, her (newly discovered as) requited-but-complicated love, and the ill-advised journey she is on!

With wounded body and wounded pride, Lou spends some time privately yearning for the woman she loves before getting into some theological questions with Skylark and semi-willingly participating in some group yearning with her and Artie. Lou has another nap. It’s a little more interesting than it comes across here, I promise.

Lou never got to go to school, so she never got to attend Wasteland DARE or Wasteland health class sex ed. Depending on how you vote, this may become relevant.

There are two polls this time. Huge great news for those of you who are mostly following Pony Express to click a button!! You may also notice that the poll is active for a little longer this time, since I'm going to be taking a brief hiatus while I get MARRIED!

“Followed the creek to a spring,” Artie said, proudly lifting the two buckets of water up to shoulder height. “I’d call it warm, not hot, but it’s definitely batheable.” 

“Oh, I would love a bath,” Skylark said, leaning back, eyes closed, luxuriating in her imaginary bath. “A hot bath and a real bed. Feather pillow. Cool glass of pinesol with lemon. And ice cubes.”

“Fuck yeah. A really hot bath. With bubble bath. And some ice coffee and really fresh, chewy noodles and cucumber salad. And a really tall slice of strawberry cake,” Artie said, setting the buckets of water down with a slosh. She had closed her eyes, too, but opened them to prompt Lou with a nod. 

Lou shrugged at her.

“If you could have anything right now, what would it be? Anything,” Artie clarified.

“I’m not gonna get it,” Lou said. “What’s the point?”

“Gods, cowgirl. Fuck. I don’t know? Having a tiny bit of fun? Recreational yearning? Playing?” Artie said. She had draped herself across Skylark’s back and rested her chin on top of her head. Lou didn’t like remembering that Skylark, who she felt fond of, was allied with her. “Use your fucking imagination.”

If she could have anything in the world at that moment, it would be half of a pimento cheese sandwich, Venus with the other half, a sweet iced tea with mint, just little enough space that her feet could keep ‘accidentally’ brushing against hers, and somebody smoking nearby but not too nearby. She swallowed and closed her eyes. “Hamburger, medium rare, with french fried potatoes,” Lou said, after a moment. “And a lot of pickles. Spears. Like six or seven of ‘em.”

[thrilling-oneway]

You are so right with m/f stuff! I’m not familiar with a lot of VBS shipping discourse, but it’s annoying to see how people can’t write an analysis on how important Tsukasa is to Rui without others dog piling them and saying they’re delusional and ignoring canon for their yaoi “with no content”. (At least on twitter, tumblr is much better with this) And as someone whose also bisexual, it’s so annoying seeing people use bisexuality as a gotcha to ship m/f and act as if its progressive and that it gives them the okay to hate on f/f and m/m pairings.

YES YES EXACTLY. God I hate when people keep saying that ruikasa has no content and their dynamic is underdeveloped whenever anyone talks about them. Like as biased as I am because I like the ship, they do have a very developed dynamic regardless of if you like the ship or not. Literally there's three events about it (potato and pandemonium + it was a pretty big background element in curtain call), one of which is the third event in the game. like if you don't like ritk that's perfectly fine, but when people are dogpilling ritk shippers for talking about their dynamic/pandemonium chapter 8/wtv and saying they're reaching, especially if the person doing this is an account dedicated to another rui ship/are a rui fan, it's a bad look because you're literally ignoring a very significant part of his arc. Ignoring massively important aspects of a character you claim to like just because of a ship is low. This fandom is way too set on everything being about shipping like bruh no one is telling you that you had to view pandemonium as romantic you can view it as platonic perfectly fine and not need to erase parts of rui's character to justify your rui/female character ship.

it's an especially weird situation with VBS as well. as much as I hold the earlier EN fandom to a higher standard there was a lot of discourse around VBS and the fact that they're implied gay. like it used to be a situation where if you admitted you shipped m/f vbs you would get jumped. as a comeback people would accuse biphobia but i never saw huge amounts of people being actually biphobic. saying "an and kohane are quite heavily implied to be lesbians (and it makes some people uncomfortable to see them shipped with men)" is a true statement but people didn't need to attack others over it. not liking a bi headcanon isn't biphobic unless you're actually being biphobic about it yknow? luckily it calmed down after a while but now you get jumped for not shipping m/f which leads us straight back to the statement about an and kohane. gbr the situation with vbs shipping nowadays is much worse than the situation when i first joined, obviously partially bc of the massive increase in fandom size but mainly because people are spewing actual homophobic rhetoric over akty ankh (someone literally tried to claim heterophobia was real bc of people not liking m/f vbs a couple months ago. actually this has happened multiple times).

AND YES GOD THIS FANDOM'S APPROACH TO BI HEADCANONS IS SO FUCKING ANNOYING. Like people only use it as a way to make m/f ships more queer and try to 1 up people with it because oh yes male/female couple are not the norm at all and they're so cool and different and if you add a bi/pan hc on top of that it makes you more progressive (/s). HCing a character as bi does not give you cool points and the fact that so many people only do it for m/f ships pisses me off to no end because people treat it like Straight 2 when bi people can be in m/m and f/f relationships. People can hc whatever they want ofc but it's so obvious sometimes that people are only using bi hcs as a way to quickly round off their hcs for every character so they can multiship or justify their m/f ships as queer and at that point I'd rather they just hc'd them as straight because I don't like seeing my identity used solely for the purpose of making a ship more queer because someone doesn't want their m/f to be a hetship.

[howam-i-theparent]

Sanders sides incorrect quotes based on my friends/family

Janus: I knew one of us was a vampire, and I’m surprised that it wasn’t me

Roman: What are you talking about? Of course you are a vampire, O tried to wake you up that one time, and you just hissed at me

Janus: I guess I am a vampire

Virgil: and the way you dress is a undead giveaway

Janus: Fair

Virgil: not to mention that you have the darkest room, that doesn’t get any sunlight, in the entire mindscape

Janus: Okay! I get it!

Remus: Jeffery Dammer is my inspiration and husband

Virgil: We need a Logic and a Lesbian, a logical lesbian

Roman: at least I’m hotter than you!

Remus: at least I have a mustache!

Remus: Logan, if you don’t stop dipping your carrots in your cheese, I’m kicking you out of the table.

Virgil: Whatcha watching?

Roman: It’s not gay

Virgil: Never-mind then

Remus: What’s up Broskis! *does a anime girl pose while dressed as a flower fairy*

Virgil: I want everyone to be guilty of my death

Remus: Hachoinkers! *hits Roman on the head*

Patton: If you get hurt… , I’ll- I’ll- take care of you.

Remus: You are being Shuned! Cmon Roman! Shun with me!

Janus: See you in hell!

Virgil: I’m going to kill you-

Roman: You can’t, you love me too much

Roman: Holly snickerdoodles!

Janus: I am your mother! And your father! I can be both!

Logan: Hey, fun fact! did you know, *spits out a obscure (and kind of gross) science fact that no one understood*

Janus: You guys are all on drugs

Logan: Okay, fine, I’ll play along

Logan (letter to Patton): What did I agree too?

Roman: Fudge you keyboard, you can eat my potatoes

Roman: Okay, so, I just pushed up the lid- and- the water just spilled on me!

Virgil: *starts laughing* How-

Roman: The stupidity magic!

Virgil: I feel bad for his girlfriend * Watching one of those 3am videos*

[emmaestrella]

Hiiii :DD Here's some questions, as promised :3

No pressure to answer any of these, and feel free to skip around/only answer certain ones

Who’s your favorite Greek god, and why? (mine is Artemis because she's a lesbian aroace (at least to me) and has a badass follower cult, she's pretty, nature, her twin brother is Apollo (music, poetry, etc), and yeah. She's just awesome and badass.)

Seven characters you relate to?

Favorite flower(s)?

Do you like singing, and if yes, are you a tenor, alto, mezzo, or soprano? (I'm an alto :D)

Left or right handed?

What's your favorite potato food? (Fries, mashed, chips, baked, etc)

Average time you fall asleep?

An underrated song you love? (one of mine would be Runs In The Family by Amanda Palmer)

Lemonade or tea?

Do you like where you live?

(Since it's appropriate today lmao) Do you celebrate the 4th of July?

An aesthetic (or 3) that you think fit you?

The name of one of your playlists? (the one I've been listening to a lot currently is Summer nights exploring the woods)

What's your favorite candle scent?

How are you?

What's your comfort food?

What's your favorite animal?

Did you know that you are loved? <33

Okay that's all for now!! Lemme know if you want more questions, and feel free (please) ask me some too!! Could even be the same questions :]

Byeeeee

-Mysterious

OO YAY QUESTIONS!!

ok sooo

my favorite greek goddess is hestia, i feel like she’s always forgotten and she seems like she would be such a lovely person, especially being goddess of the hearth, i feel like she would give really really nice hugs

seven (thats a lot) characters i relate to are: uhm nina zenik (the vibes are there), annabeth chase (gifted kid), kataara from ATLA, amity blight, gwen from spiderverse, kat stratford from 10 things i hate about you, and pidge from voltron

my favorite flower is gerber daisies :D

i do like singing!! i’m not very good on my own but i’m okay when i’m singing along and i do not know what my vocal range is

i’m a rightie!!

my favorite potato food is probably french fries (i really like waffle cut or crinkle cut)

depends, i usually fall asleep around 10:30 during the school year but i’ll stay up till 11:30-12 over breaks

ooh an underrated song i love is literally anything by chloe ament but i really love evangeline or dining room table by her!!

lemonade 100% (i don’t like tea)

i like my town but i hate the state i live in so no :/

my family does, so i’ll get dressed up but i’m only in it for the food

ooh another tough one, i think indie, cottagecore, and fairycore!

most of my playlists don’t have like long names but i do have “female rage: the musical” based on this one post taylor nation made about the ttpd eras tour set being called that

i love anything vanilla/sugar scented!!

i’m doing good today!! how are you?

my comfort food is campbells chicken noodle soup probably

my favorite animal is rosg maple moths :D

i did <33 and you’re loved too <3

[idiopath-fic-smile]

having a quiet afternoon in; feeling like doing that "choose a WIP and i'll write a bit of it" meme that's been going around but I only have 2 WIPs so it's really just a binary choice:

"e/R 1970's" (sequel to this)

"the patron saint of all-night diners" (sideways spin-off of this feat. Julie the waitress and the Reagan-hating fry cook falling in love)

(i don't think you're supposed to give that much context to the WIPs but *sunglasses emoji* sometimes you gotta break the rules.)

snippets under the cut. both of them are set in restaurants in the American midwest, which i mention only because it might be distracting otherwise. throw me an ask about one or the other and i'll write three more sentences. i will do this until i get tired.

e/R 1970's

Grantaire frowns down at her menu. “Suppose I’ll have to get used to lentils eventually,” she says, “if it’s bound to become part of the lifestyle. Only, remember when all you had to do to be a lesbian was want to make love to women?”

“And live entirely submerged in fear and shame?” Enjolras replies, without heat. New York’s Stonewall Riot seven years earlier—and the bolder, more confrontational movement that followed it—have changed her. With a suitable outlet for her particular magnificent energy, she is more focused than ever in work, and a little calmer in repose.

“True,” Grantaire replies. “But I worry that any day now, we’ll be issued a box of cats.” She shakes her head theatrically. “You know I can barely keep houseplants alive.”

“Houseplants don’t meow until you remember to water them,” says Enjolras. “And I admit, I have a morbid curiosity for what you’d name a pet.” She raises her eyebrows.

“Skinny Bones, if we fed him the food of our people,” says Grantaire. “Did you see they sell vegetable ice cream?”

Enjolras shrugs serenely. “We’d give him meat,” she says. “Cats are carnivores. And as far as human food goes, the spinach and black olive enchiladas aren’t half bad.”

They’re sharing a table at Viv’s Vegetarian Spot, the best lesbian-owned cafe in all of Boystown and likely all of Chicago. “Best” being perhaps a little generous, in Grantaire’s meatloaf-and-potatoes-loving book.

“You know I admire your devotion to supporting our sisters-in-arms—our sisters-in-amour, let’s say,” Grantaire counters, “but in this one particular case, I’ll never grasp why you—”

Enjolras reaches over and squeezes her hand; their waitress has swooped in, the numerous political pins rattling on her denim jacket like chainmail. “WE HAVE BEEN TOO NICE TOO LONG” reads one. “OUT OF THE CLOSET, INTO THE STREETS” reads another.

“Hi there, I’m Sandy. Can I get you two anything?” she asks.

“I’ll have the enchiladas,” says Enjolras. She hasn’t moved her hand on top of Grantaire’s. And then she beams up at Sandy and adds, deliberately, “And my date will have…”

“The enchiladas also,” Grantaire fills in, swallowing hard as Sandy nods and retreats to fetch them waters like this is the most normal and natural thing in the world. “Alright,” Grantaire says. “I think I can grasp it now.”

the patron saint of all-night diners

The first thing to know about Al’s 24-Hour Eats is that it didn’t start as a haven for the queers and deviants of the greater Indianapolis area.

The second is that the transformation was no accident.

“Julie Williams,” says Lloyd, the night manager.

Julie nods, smiles blandly. She does not adjust her unfashionable brown turtleneck or her equally out-of-date khaki maxi skirt, both chosen with care at Goodwill in an effort to look as staid and buttoned-up and employable as possible.

Lloyd’s eyes scan down her resume. She presses her lips together. Given that he’d kept her waiting in the narrow, dingy outside his office twenty minutes into their scheduled 10 o’clock appointment, it feels like he could’ve at least already read a single sheet of paper. A bead of sweat slides down her spine.

There are six lies on her resume, and seven truths. The lies: previous places of employment, mostly, retroactively fitting her with a past where she has always been known as she. The provided contact numbers belong to sympathetic friends who have been told to answer the phone cautiously over the next couple of days. The truths: her name, first of all, truer now for years than whatever might be printed on her birth certificate. Her list of relevant skills; even in her previous life, she knew her way around a tray of plates, a table full of rowdy drunks.

Also this: Julie Williams is a people person.

This will be important later.

“You ever done this before?” Lloyd says suddenly.

Julie blinks. He’s still holding the paper in his hand. The paper which says that she has a combined fifteen years of experience working as a waitress in dining establishments across the Midwest. This is not strictly true, but that’s not the point.

“Yes, I have,” she says, in her most pleasant voice. “Most recently, six years at Sunrise.”

“Sunrise in…?” Lloyd trails off.

“Lafayette. Up way past Lebanon.”

“Were you any good at it?”

“Very,” says Julie without hesitation.

Lloyd lets out a long sigh. “That’s good, that’s good. Between you and me, we’ve been having a tough time filling the night shift lately. Nobody wants to work anymore. And this part of town going the way it’s been going, we’ve been getting a lot of weirdos applying.” He raises his eyebrows.

“I’m real sorry to hear that,” she says. A second bead of sweat is slipping down to join the first one, right at the start of her asscrack. Charming.

“Yeah.” He pulls himself to his feet and shakes his head. “This place is headed downhill fast. Has been since that seedy little rathole across the street opened.” He must be talking about Hey Sailor, the windowless establishment Julie passed on her way here. Mentally, Julie updates the little dot on her mental map from probably a gar bar to almost certainly a gay bar.

“I should warn you,” he adds, “the crowd gets a little wild at night. Our last waitress quit because she couldn’t hack it. Think you can stand up to the freaks and perverts?”

She can feel her smile go sharp-edged. “I don’t let anyone push me around, sir.”

Provided the patron saint of all-night diners comes through for her and she gets the job, Julie makes a solemn vow to herself just then, regarding said freaks and perverts.

This, too, will be important later.

[gallawitchxx]

joy list 😈

i was tagged by a gaggle of gorgeous gays (lol you’re all gay now, okay?) @whatwouldmickeydo @energievie @gardenerian @creepkinginc @mishervellous @7x10mickey @ardent-fox @heymrspatel & @milkovetti to make a joy list! thanks pals! 🥰🥰🥰

reading all of your joy lists ✨ joy is not made to be a crumb (mary oliver) ✨

all of the fic updates today! shiiiit, we’ve got @captainjowl @palepinkgoat & @ian-galagher words to read?! thank you pals 📚

i’ve got some big changes afoot & am feeling quite chuffed about them. the next chapter in my life is taking shape & it’s bitterfuckingsweet, but also looking pretty fly 🤩

brunch double dates with other lesbians 🧡💜💗

seeing my pals interact with my pup 🥺🥺

finally finishing a lil birthday ficlet after a period of burnout 🥴 thanks for the inspiration @creepkinginc 🖤

Holes, the hit 2003 Disney movie 🕳

potatoes of all kinds 🥔

how happy my wife gets when i react to the sports ball 🏈

korean fried chicken 🍗 & cherry pie 🍒🥧 with ice cream 🍨

the new season of You. it’s campy! it’s fun! it’s not over yet! 🧢

the new @gallacrafts theme & the upcoming @gallavichthings love fest! you know i love loving up on y’all & your works & i’m so excited to see what everyone else does too! 🖤🖤🖤

the @spicygallavichcollab 🌶🌶🌶 which is fast approaching!!! brb gotta go write!

i’m tagging @thisdivorce @squidyyy23 @sickness-health-all-that-shit @crossmydna @iansfreckles @celestialmickey @abundanceofnots @vintagelacerosette & @whatthebodygraspsnot if you want to? if not, i’m smooching you through the screen 💋💋💋

[sgtjamesrogers]

WIP WEDNESDAY

welcome back to Who's WIP Is It Anyway, where the word count doesn't matter and weeks of research will end up becoming a single sentence! today with your host, Me, offering a snippet from Ideal Lasso Spin Off Feat. RoyJamie Fic, aka 'roy kent gets bullied by a bunch of nwsl lesbians, deserves it'

Over the course of his career Roy’s had a few different agents within the same firm, but he likes his current agent the best. She doesn’t much like conversating, she’s not a fan of speculation or gossip, and she trusts Roy’s own instincts about whatever offers are made to him whether they happen to be career moves or otherwise. He’s only met with her in person a grand total of twice, and he only hears from her when there’s something for him to hear about. 

Roy makes sure she gets a ridiculously ornate basket of posh goodies every year for Christmas for her trouble and temperament, and he always gets a thank you card promptly after New Year’s in her exactingly perfect cursive. He literally could not ask for better, and he doesn’t plan to.

Which is why he always gives her infrequent e-mails the proper attention they deserve. 

The title of the e-mail is ‘Friday Round-Up’, and Roy gives it a perfunctory scroll around eleven while he waits for the kettle. It’s the sort of day where he’s not expected anywhere by anyone; Nelson Road’s a ghost town as nearly all the team makes the most of the early weeks of between seasons time, Roy’s sister and niece fully occupied by work and school, and Keeley—

He puts her out of his mind again immediately. Roy hasn’t spoken more than a word or two to Keeley since the disastrous night Jamie and himself had wound up at her front door, and he can’t imagine she would want to hear from him now. A lifetime of teaching himself the sort of off-the-pitch social cues most people just seemed to instinctively know never prepared him for the bone-melting embarrassment of being completely off the mark, of being so incorrect that you might as well have traversed off the map entirely. 

Sure, Roy knew now that his belief that Keeley and himself would end up back together wasn’t him reading the situation and signals appropriately, but something more akin to wishful thinking. The most mortifying and horribly revealing sort of wishful thinking. 

‘—benefit both parties to meet face to face in the upcoming weeks to discuss the potential advantages of your inclusion on our coaching staff, as you come highly recommended by Coach Lasso—’ 

Roy abruptly pauses his halfhearted navel gazing and rereads the body of the e-mail over again, and then once more. He flips out of his email app to his contacts, slapping his thumb over Ted’s contact once, and then twice to press ‘call’. 

“Why the fuck is a Kansas football team offering me a job?” He demands as soon as the line picks up. 

There’s a soft pause, and Ted replies with, “I do not remember ordering a Roy Kent wake-up call, but you know what, I’m not mad about it. Though I think I would like a, just a pinch of clarification. But a pinch like my gramma would use a pinch of shredded cheese for potato soup, y’know, an amount you feel with your heart.” 

With a perverse sort of anger at the sensation, Roy feels his annoyance slowly shrivel up as Ted continues being Ted at him from the other side of the Atlantic. 

“Sorry,” he grunts finally, eying his kettle like it’s personally wounded him. “It’s not too early? I’ll call back.” 

“Oh no no,” Ted says, and makes a noise like he’s stretching his way out of bed. “And miss whatever this is? Not on your life, Fanny Brice.” 

[menalez]

Hello! Can you suggest to read anything (article or books) on comphet? Long story, I slept with men, but I didn't ever felt attraction to them. I spend nearly decade 'fixing' myself, bc my first ever experience was sexual assault and then another and grooming. And then men I tried to date dropped me like hot potato telling everyone I'm frigid, which made me ashamed. They treated me like I am defected, hinting I am mentally ill. For not acting like what women in porn act at damn age of 16 bc from watching porn they insisted they know on women biology! I did not have any sex-ed anywhere so I legit knew nothing on my own biology. I did not know I am not experiencing sexual attraction bc I did not know how it works! Just these men telling me I'm not like other women. Not passionate. Women just so happy insisted I am frigid bc of the assault trauma, but I can train myself with practice. And that it's natural state to date men and my mental health issues would heal etc. Include some threats of godly punishments. I had more horrible exp, and I only now begin to realize that while yes majority of my exp were forced and later brain repeating trauma in hopes to fix it with repeating, it was also traumatic bc I can't feel a shred of attraction to men. I was madly trying to date at least any men with 'oh maybe I will not be revolted with him, or with him, or with him, bc I need to fix myself!!! I can't live being that way!' Like, honestly, mostly anything beyond a chaste kiss on the lips revolted me, but I kept making myself endure it over and over in hopes that I will 'get used to it'. Bc I was told how I react is abnormal. I froze 99% of time and could not tell 'no' or 'stop'. I was terrified when I felt that revolt first time from a kiss with guy, bc I was expecting first kiss as the dream exp, but first one was assault from drunk adult on my 15yo self, and then second was willing, but revolt I felt was extreme!! But all media and culture told me it would be the most magical exp! And everyone around acted that way too! My life was crushed and I had no idea how to live with it. And I did not tell anyone for years, being ashamed of my 'defect', just obsessively fixing it. And when I did told, women my age or older told me it will be ok once I meet the right guy/ I can just get used to it. My health, life, education, everything suffered from the cptsd I developed. I mean, now I have no idea how I was able to do it, bc no pressure can make me repeat any of it. But I was so ashamed of being frigid. And was sure it destines me to die alone. I legit was sure I am abominated defected freak and later started to act that part. It took some horrible rape for me to stop and go 'ok I will be freak, I will die alone, I will not leave the house actually at all, bc I can't take it anymore' and only then I was able to stay safe of assault and abuse. It took me many years of therapy before I stopped being dissociated from my body enough to be aware I have attraction to women instead. And I honestly don't think I am worthy of dating bc I feel stained, unpure, and generally to ashamed with all these experiences. I mostly did that all myself to myself. Honestly my worst fear is people thinking I am bi, bc saying I'm bi would erase that decade of suffering of 'what is wrong with me' I asked for books or anything, bc it makes me feel a bit less crazy if i read on similar experiences? Some things I still struggle to put together and the level of pain I feel is extreme as you can imagine.

hey anon, i’m sorry you went through all of that. it sounds quite traumatic, some of it overlaps with my experience (not knowing what’s wrong with me, trying to “fix” my lack of attraction, being dissociated and disconnected from my feelings, not feeling the way other women felt about men)

i honestly don’t know any resources that would help you. around a decade ago, i stumbled across the term “comphet” from other lesbians and they were mainly talking about it like.. ignoring your feelings because you think you must be attracted to men, even if there’s no evidence of that in your life. the more recent sources i’ve seen into comphet & more traditional sources are often moreso aligned with political lesbianism so i dont think it’s that helpful to any actual lesbians. i’ll instead reiterate the points that resonated with me back then:

1. having to dissociate to be with a man (can also be a sign of trauma)

2. choosing “crushes” on guys mostly to appeal to your friends or fit in

3. not being able to have sexual fantasies involving men (this does not include flashbacks or intrusive thoughts, but rather actual sexual fantasies)

4. sexual interactions with men feel forced & are unwanted

5. you are unable to envision a future with a man

6. mistaking feelings of anxiety or fear or nervousness for attraction to men (could be trauma-related, i advise to look back to before your trauma & analyse how you felt)

7. you felt the need to use substances to be able to get through sexual interactions with men

8. you have had to convince yourself that you somehow like a guy and practically choose to make yourself like him, whereas it comes naturally with women & is out of your control

9. you pretend to have certain feelings for men to appeal to others rather than genuinely having them

10. building on 9, playing up a romance with a man for public image purposes

11. struggling to relate to other women when they fawn about other guys

12. having beliefs that all other women find women attractive & think men are gross, but it’s just your obligation to be with a man anyways (so it’s not something you want, but something you HAVE to do)

i cant think of others but honestly what i generally recommend is to think through your life, & especially in your case think BEFORE the trauma. it’s tough because the trauma was at a young age, but it can muddy things as there are bisexual & even heterosexual women who become repulsed my men because of trauma. so think of your life before then, did you have feelings for guys? did you have male celeb crushes? or were they only female? don’t think of how you pretended for others, think of how you genuinely felt about it.

the things you said to me do not sound wanted and it sounds like you were afraid to speak up and would freeze in fear (a common trauma response). but again, it’s hard to know whether this trauma response is rooted in having a traumatic experience prior to this or if it is rooted in sexuality. don’t feel rushed to choose a label either, it took me several years before i felt confident enough to call myself a lesbian & it took a lot of introspection into my own life because like you, i was deeply dissociated and disconnected from myself (partially due to trauma & partially bc of pre-existing mental illness). being in such a state for prolonged periods can make it hard to understand your genuine feelings, but it’s possible.

also my recommendation is also to not look through comphet stuff online lol because nowadays people use it to even mean that they are attracted to guys & sometimes want to have sex with them, it’s unhelpful and might further confuse you. i wish i could share the stuff i read in the past about it but it’s all lost at this point 😭 good luck anon, take care of urself & take ur time figuring things out!!

[thatspookyswitch]

If I met you in real life……

I would be so speechless and in awe of you and your amazingness. I’d definitely have a big fat lesbian crush on you cause I totally do now any way. And I’d wanna be your friend soooooo bad. But I’d be too shy to say anything cause I’m a total potato.

Also I was going to post this anon but decided to be brave and not. Meeep

You can be my friend and talk to me anytime cutie <3 I swear I am not as intimidating as people think I am hehe.

[whentherewerebicycles]

spent almost five hours cooking + then washing dishes at this very elaborate bach party dinner. this was my dish!! roasted sweet potatoes with goat cheese, figs, green onions, red chilis, dried dates, and balsamic glaze from the jerusalem cookbook. party was okay—things devolved into very sloppy drunkenness by the end of the night but before that it was just very fun to just be in a house of about a dozen lesbians, two bi women, and two gay men! good energy! I reconnected with an austin friend-of-a-friend who lives in seattle now and we both declared our interest in becoming actual friends without an intermediary friend. I also really hit it off with another girl I’m hoping to befriend too. being around extremely intoxicated people when you’re sober is not the MOST fun though. I was hit on so aggressively by this almost blackout drunk girl who was clearly on the prowl for ANYONE to hook up with (so flattering to be chosen by such a discerning woman lol) and that got pretty annoying, including one incident where I had to use my most authoritative teacher voice to tell her to back off. it was one of those things where you’re just like come on girl you’re what 35? 36? you are WAY too old to be blackout drunk and aggressively handsy with a random person you just met who is telegraphing pretty clearly that she would like you to go away. ugh whatever some good parts but I was glad not to be drunk and glad when I got to go home!!!

[happy10thousandyears]

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favorite color: ppl say I like ultramarine blue but I actually like pink (cute things) and green (shades of the night) better, it’s just blue is br*x’s color so I tend to draw a lot of blue

last song: Till your tear goes by iyowa

last movie: Oppenheimer… awesome movie but I have disordered auditory processing so I couldn’t understand 70% of the lines being said, but still a lot is converted through the sound design!!

currently watching: Nintendo pikmin official videos. Jaimi introduced pikmin to me and I have a somewhat of a pikmin obsession rn

other stuff i watched this year: a lot of rpg horror games letsplays!! I’m too scared to play horror games so I watch them on bilibili where the floating comments can warn me of jumpscares beforehand lol, my faves this year are seashells, sānfú (三伏) and yomawari series. And I rewatched Hello Charlotte a second time which will always be my favorite rpg maker game

shows i dropped this year/didn’t finish: i started watching saya no uta but then couldn’t really finished it (school got busy and stuff) but I plan to pick it up sometimes

currently reading: I’m SUPPOSED to reread hamlet for tmr’ s class but I also got another zine piece due tmr so I’m focusing on that first lol

currently listening to (sneaky additional question!): if this is for podcasts then yeah sorry I’m not a podcast person too but for song I’m getting into 珂拉琪collage recently and their songs are soooo good

currently working on: another zine piece..

current obsession: lesbian ocs!!!! Also starting to get interested in drawing backgrounds I don’t want my girls standing on a blank canvas anymore

Tagging @liria10 @rufkasoda @babynapa @saint-vagrant @heckolve @linktoo @solarotters @pendragon-fruit @seawaveleo and whoever are interested!!