#can you tell im a lesbian

[aimbutmiss]

genderbent realness

[nichtimhandelerhaeltlich]

....more pride flags

[manchesterau]

well

[bulbabutt]

don can't sleep and needs a second opinion. good thing raphie's always there and knows exactly how to help

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[inkskinned]

you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

[yuutaguro]

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[four-unwell-lesbians]

Thinking about the way dungeon meshi does queer horror. Using horror to tell queer stories is already subversive, but dungeon meshi subverts it even more

Normal queer horror is like. A monsterous desire and immortal love of something isolated/hated and the uncontrollable but suppressed need to consume someone to live and they only die if you break/pierce their heart. its great.

In dungeon meshi, the group is STARVING. they do things the way they're expected to and they're so deprived that eventually, one of them is consumed by that monsterous desire.

Then when Falin becomes a monster, she doesn't eat Marcille because she doesn't NEED to, Marcille already offered herself up as part of Falin by mixing her own blood with the dragon's for the resurrection.

Also Marcille is a monster too!! She doesn't need to be turned by Falin. She's a 'witch' doing black magic for one but she's also very vampiric

Her name is super vampirey especially given one of the translation spellings was Marcilla, an annogram of Carmilla*. And Marcille is very similar to Marceline from Adventure Time so it's a name with heavy connotations to me. Also her staff is Ambrosia which means immortal.

*ps Carmilla is the original modern vampire that inspired Dracula and also a lesbian. she used annagrams of her name (Marcilla, Mircalla, Millarca) to disguise herself across hundreds of years.

Marcille is like. a vampire in that death is a big part of her theme. She can breathe that immortality into someone else using her resurrection black magic and death is a huge part of her character. She wants them to live as long as she does. To make them immortal. Like. Like a vampire. Vampires which are unholy when her love interest is a cleric.

But once again this is subverted!! she doesn't 'turn' Falin, she makes her undead by giving her own blood instead of taking Falin's. Falin becomes a monster not because she's attacked or turned, but because her DNA, something INHERENT about her is now intertwined with the monster. so a god-like figure merges them. Then the only way to free her from that frenzy and grant her autonomy again is to finally consume her. something inherently lesbian about all that i think idk about you

[norscode]

TEAR YOU APART.|| TEASER! ||

ZOMBIE! ELLIE x SCIENTIST!READER. "I want to fucking tear you apart." Mythologica challenge oneshot.

5 years studying mycology and neuroscience at the fine Institute Of Science all led up to the present time. Subject 127, Red hair, green eyes, showing extensive erratic behavior. That's the description the higher ups gave you. Working in the cold lab was risky, with all kinds of malignant growths kept secured in cryo looming around your workplace, it was hard to keep a healthy mind. None would ever find their way out, of course, which gave you peace of mind, not even the one you were in charge of, Ellie. Infected in Santa Barbara, California, her luck would eventually run out. She was found by the team and quickly examined through numerous days of blood tests. The bio reactor tank, filled with a mountain dew like substance had been Ellie's life line for the 4 years they spent keeping her on the edge of death. Her skin was rotting, not as fast as it would outside the tank, but fast. Her once lively fair skin now a sunken alabaster, every vein visible like the surface was a translucent piece of cloth.

Ellie was your greatest project, Watching her float around the tank as you checked her vitals and pumped nutrients into her decaying brain was your favorite part of the day. It made the job less lonely. Even though the fungus had infiltrated her brain, Ellie was still sentient, perhaps, even human. Your reason to still be here was becoming blurry. 'Find a cure to Cordycepts' felt like a foreign subject as you continued to pump variants of the fungus into Ellie's infected bloodstream. Guilt wasn't an option at this point. A morbid curiosity to Ellie grew within you, your research on her becoming more and more personal as the days stretched into months, months into years. A fail in the labs security system during maintenance was all it took for all hell to break lose. Every wall of protection came crashing down due to a moment of vulnurability. Her tank was empty, next to it was shards of glass, scattered all over the wet floor from impact, splatters of crimson blood in the shape of footsteps not far from it. Alarms blared through the facility as you suddenly felt so alone and terrified in the dark lab, the place you spent all your time now soon to be destroyed, and yet, the simple cold clammy touch of something against your neck was enough to send chills down your spine.

really hope I can actually finish this one. I'm super excited to be apart of this and I hope my horror is enjoyable!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ahem. dear Sally,

I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

[ramunaee]

road rage yayyy

[lycan-cryptid-art]

TATI <333

She’s such a cool character istg- she’s one of my favourites :D

[dykebeyondthebinary]

i need a girlfriend who’ll always have their hands on me. i want your hands on my hips and gently tracing my skin. i want constant hugs from behind. i want your hands in my hair. i want kisses all over everywhere anytime we’re alone. i want hugs and cuddles and handholding.

[cuntyfieddemon]

agatha seeming so incredibly tall with her long coat and pantsuit, plus the way she carries herself.... but in fact being soo itty bitty small around others !!! im jumping off a bridge !!! ESPECIALLY !!! and now you listen to me very carefully.... rio fucking vidal being such a baby carrying herself like a fairy like a feather in the wind seeming so small AND YET. always being The Tall One !!!!this makes me insane!!!! you look at her she looks SMOL!!! you look at agatha she looks TOLL!!!! THEN THEY GET TOWGTHER AND RIO IS TALLERRRR !!!++ WHY IS THAT!!!???? IM SO HAPPY ABOUT THIS YALL also props to costume department for always making agatha's heels smaller or just non-existant im kissing all of yall on the MOUTH.

[girlypopz123]

I hate how people (bisexuals) use the term lesbian like a costume they can put on and throw away when they dont want it anymore. Fuck off

[pixievi]

how would vi react to y/n staring at her eyebrow or smol lip scar?

she would be a little unsure, slightly defensive even at first. unsure of your intentions. especially when she doesn't know you very well yet. she'd scowl your way, quickly making you shift your gaze, embarrassed. she caught your blush, the way your eyes widened at being caught, how you fidgeted slightly afterwards. she chalked up your reaction to just that at first, being caught. but the more you kept doing it, the more she kept noticing you doing it, the more she became suspicious. 

so, she decided to find out once and for all. even though she was sure she was right. and why did it make her feel a little warm and fuzzy at the thought? oh well, she had you now. at your most flustered and shy. pinned between her and the wall behind you, caged in by her arms. you didn't know where to look. her arms were on full display, just mere inches away from your cheeks. you couldn't tell if the heat on your cheeks was from your flustered state or it was her. 

"what's the matter? just wanted to give you a closer look of these", she smiled, gesturing to her lip and eyebrow scars. the ones you've been nonstop staring at since vi arrived a few weeks ago.

well, she got her answer. and now, you can stare to your hearts content. but now she was the flustered one. now knowing why you did stare, practically having hearts for eyes whenever you did, she would fumble. heat would rise to her cheeks and she'd stumble over her words. seeing the way you would look at her and her scars. she never had that before.

and when you traced them, oh so gently with your fingertips, leaving a sweet kiss in their wake for the first time….vi wasn't prepared for how quick her eyes welled up. you were so soft with her, and so sweet. she didn't know what to do, except trap you in the most passionate, heated kiss she had ever given you. 

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[cator99]

out of curiosity, would you consider yourself butch?

used to be a blonde underweight twink and now I'm a based jock still got the chanel bag and the sick albeit matured mind of a suckpig to prove it so I'm gonna let you decide whether you wanna call me that word just cuz I got a pussy and short hair. I promise you that there have been enough advancements made in the art of lesbian sexual dynamics in the past 50 years to broaden the vocabulary used to describe the plethora of types of masculine females.