#clea / c.

[blackramhall]

Remember that movie where the ten strangers went to an island and then they all died one by one?

Identity - James Mangold (2003)

Blackram Hall: The guy practically lives in a Clue board

[age-of-moonknight]

“Hearts on Fire,” Moon Knight: City of the Dead (Vol. 1/2023), #2.

Writer: David Pepose; Penciler: Marcelo Ferreira; Inker: Jay Leisten; Colorer: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[chaosrisingverse]

AMADEO ‘DEO’ STRANGE, twenty one

ALIAS | Outré

FAMILY | Victor von Doom aka Doctor Doom (father), Kalmia von Doom (mother, deceased), Stephen Strange aka Doctor Strange (adoptive father), Clea Strange (adoptive mother / cousin), (siblings tba)

ENDGAME SHIP | Rocío Muñoz

ORIENTATION | bisexual, cis man

POWERS / ABILITIES / EQUIPMENT

POWERS | Hypnotism, Technopathy (via Psionics) Flames of Faltine, Magic, Sorcery (via Faltine/Dark Dimension Humanoid Hybrid and Human Physiology)

ABILITIES | Expert Occultist, Expert Strategist, Genius Level Intellect, Master Swordsman, Multilingual, Peak Human Conditioning, Skilled Martial Artist

EQUIPMENT | n / a

FACECLAIM | Luke Newton

PINTEREST | Deo

[nancycramps]

watching heroes i <3 a corny scifi tv show circa 2006

[flailingart]

these are from the beginning of quarantine back when we still thought it was going to be a normal spring break lmao

[writing-whump]

Enjoy being sick a little more

Seline is back. Rip has a cold. Matthew is trying to make sense of it all.

Matt felt rather stupid as he knocked on the door of the apartment Isaiah got for Dylan and Rip. It was right opposite theirs, but he had never been inside before.

There was lot of loud shuffling around before Dylan opened the door and waved him in without hesitation. "Oh thank god. Could you please take her away already?"

Matt's eyebrows shot up. "Huh? Who?"

"My sister, who else?"

"I- I didn't know she was back." A wave of annoyance rose in him with the realization. Couldn't she at least have said hello? Why was she here before going to her own place?

"Don't tell me she is actually moving over to you guys..."

Dylan froze mid-step and gave him a horrified look. "Oh, I sure hope not! I don't wanna be living with her again. Look what she has done to the place since she came! It's wrecked."

"It's called cleaning, D," came a raspy voice from the kitchen. Matt walked in, intrigued.

The kitchen was indeed a mess, pans and glasses outside their cupboards.

Rip was leaning on the counter, weirdly bright red dots almost glowing on his way too pale face.

Matt could also finally hear Seline's voice. She was talking rapidly in a language he couldn't understand inside the bathroom.

"She is putting everything out, cleaning it from 'dust' and putting it back. She threw herself at the bathroom while we wait for the kitchen to dry up," Dylan explained, following Matthew's gaze.

"You should go help-" Rip was interrupted by a throaty cough, almost doubling over where he stood. Matt suddenly understood why he was gripping the counter so strongly.

"You look like you should be in bed," the red wolf commented. He wasn't if there were rules in the wolf ettitqute about how he should talk with the pup, so he talked like anyone else. At least after the one month sea stay, Rip's shadow didn't react to nobody in the group as long as there were no shadows involved.

Rip rubbed at his throat like it hurt, before lifting his head again, tensing as if he forgot Matt was there. "I'm okay. This is nothing."

"He caught a nasty cold right after we got back. It's been transforming into a cough lately," Dylan reported. "Honestly. Instead of enjoying being sick he insists on helping Sel with cleaning. They are both hellbent on making me feel bad so I have to help too, although it's totally unnecessary."

Rip rolled his eyes. "It's our place. Your sister shouldn't be clea-" he broke into another coughing fit, making worrisome choking noises.

Matt was tempted to put his hand on his shoulder with how much Rip was swaying.

"It's her coping mechanism or whatever. She feels better when cleaning so let her clean. Win win situation. We are doing her a favour, really," Dylan protested smugly, throwing his hands out.

"I'm not even sure we are keeping the place now that her and Isaiah aren't..." Rip's voice trailed off, not because of the cough this time.

Matt sighed. Rip must have been worried about whether Isaiah would still want to pay for his ex-girlfriend's brother's place.

Dylan shook his head in disbelief as if the idea was entirely unfathomable. "He won't kick us out. Please. He is too noble and all that. And if he does, then Sel or my parents will pitch in."

Matthew grimaced. "Shouldn't you pitch in somehow?"

Dylan shivered dramatically. "Ehh, then I would have to find work. Brrr."

"When I want to get impressed it comes into question for him to work with humans he ruins it by being lazy," Rip complained. He swayed once again, blinking his eyes open with effort.

Matthew made the executive decision to get closer and experimentally push the kid towards the living room. "You sit down. Come on, buddy, this ain't helping."

Rip made an meager attempt to protest, but he was so ridiculously weak it was easy to manhandle him towards the couch. The training must have been a load for him to get this sick right after it ended.

Matthew untangled a blanket from the end of the couch and three it over Rip's shivering form, pointing at him. "You are getting soup." He pointed at Dylan. "And you are helping."

Rip's eyes were so wide the dark melted in the blue in his flushed face. Matt patted his leg for good measure and went back into the kitchen to inspect the fridge. "Yeah, we can throw together a broth from this."

Dylan stuck out his tongue at him. "Ahhh, fine. Whatever. What do I do?"

"I'll get the water to boil, you clean the vegetables."

Dylan grumbled something, but it wasn't loud enough to be heard, so Matt took it as ascent. He wanted a minute with the kid anyway.

Matt looked back towards the bathroom. "So...do you know anything? Did she talk to you?"

Dylan made a sour face. "Of course she did. I know more than I ever bargained for." The carrots were the first to go, despite how clumsy Dylan was with the peeling knife. "Isaiah this, Isaiah that- I swear I never heard his name more times than today."

"And? What did you find out?"

Dylan made a dramatic pause. "Honestly, it's way too convulsed and complicated. I couldn't understand half of it and the other half bored me to tears."

"You are not very informative." His eyes kept fleeing towards the bathroom door and Seline's voice. "Who is she even talking to for so long?"

Dylan shrugged. "Gramps. She had a two hour phone call with mom and now it's his turn." He connected his fingers over the peeled carrot. "The three of them are the same. You give them a topic and they will talk about it for four hours only to decide it's impossible to decide."

Matthew's eyebrows were so high up they must have been hidden by his bangs. "What?"

"Yep. Thank god my dad is the same as me, or normalcy would have been a minority in our family." He put the last of the carrots and celery into the boiling water.

"I have never heard her...talking so fast." Or in Slovak for that matter. It now striked him as strange that Seline had a lanaguge like this—her mother language—and they weren't part of it at all. Even her voice sounded different. There was something carefree and confident about it never had before.

"Lucky man," Dylan said, glaring at the soup. "I don't know if this will be worth eating without meat. When is Isaiah coming home?"

Matthew frowned. "You can't just keeping eating rests from what he cooks, you know."

"Bet Sel won't be eating much of his cooking either now. Or maybe he won't cook for her anymore. Ah man, I don't envy your situation."

"Very funny." Though Matt looked a bit sceptically at the soup too. There wasn't much swimming inside, it would be all watery. "Why isn't she talking to me?"

Dylan started to make himself a protein shake, obviously giving up on the soup. "Hmmm. I wouldn't read too much into it. When she is in this overthinking stage, the simplest things get difficult. I have seen her paralysed at the door, because she couldn't decide if she should or shouldn't greet a neighbour."

Matthew scrunched his nose, not sure what to make of it.

"You want a tip?" Dyland asked. "Don't reproach her right now. Act like it's fine and you'll take the pressure off of her about how and what she is supposed to talk to you about." He shook the shake bottle with practiced vehemence. "I can't believe you guys have never seen her like this after a year of living together. She must have been holding back a lot."

Oh he didn't like the sound of that at all, turning abruptly towards Dylan. "You don't mean-"

Dylan waved him off. "Hey, it's impressive. My sister is super selfish. She only does things that bring her joy, going against the flow with everything. For her to be this put together for you guys...for a year, she must have cared a lot." He took a sip of the shake, nonchalantly turning Matthew's world upside down.

"I-I-...can you watch the soup until it boils and put the timer on? I'll...check on Rip."

Dylan nodded, taking other greedy gulp of his drink. Matthew couldn't tell if the guy was that unobservant or just so good at not caring about what he saw. Whatever he saw in Matthew's expression didn't disturb him at all.

At least Rip seemed to have completely different problems, trying to cough out a lung over the couch. That got Matt's attention right away.

"Alright, buddy, that's enough. Stop choking." Matt sat down beside him, hands on Rip's shoulders to prop him back up against the couch.

The air wheezed in and out of Rip's mouth with a very disturbing sound. "I'm fine."

Matt put the back of his hand against his temple, retracting it just as quickly. "Definitely running a fever there."

Something nervous crossed Rip's features. "I can still-"

"Why? Why would you need to do anything? Just take a break and relax. You are too tense. It's just a cold man, you don't have to try so hard to push through it."

Rip wrapped his hands inside the blanket on his lap, sullenly staring at the floor for good give minutes. "...I always push through it. I'm not weak that I-"

Matthew sighed. "Nobody is saying you are weak. But you don't have to push yourself here so why not make the best of the place?"

Rip swallowed dryly. He couldn't meet Matthew's eyes again, looking torn.

Matthew purposefully made his body relax, stretching out his legs and bracing an arm around the back of the couch. "Sickness is something to be enjoyed, eh?" Dylan's statement from earlier struck him hard, and he had been with a nice pack and a real friend for some time now.

Rip cleared his throat. It didn't work, so he had to cough again, holding up his fist to his mouth. "...such bullshit. Best time of the year? Jesus Christ."

Matthew chuckled. "In his world, it means being pampered and taken care of, when you don't have to do anything."

"That experience is outside of my world."

Matthew thought of Seline's different voice when she talked in Slovak and wondered what other worlds he had been missing.

[the-desilittle-bird]

Author's Note- I am back again! Also Happy Republic Day to all my Indian followers. And also Happy Vasant Panchami! Hope you all enjoy this.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Marry Me

Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Summary- Sunsets and proposals...

Tag List- @chevelledahuman, @muushwrites, @narcy, @eudximoniakr, @nyx2021, @hc-geralt-23, @shopping, @bbgmonsay, @clea-strange-is-the-way, @mvtthew_xs, @lana, @simpforfictionalmen, @formulapierre, @5moremin, @hermosa4285

GIF Credits to @fangirlings-things

A blissful silence lingered in the atmosphere of the room as the two pers ons present in the room stay still in their positions next to each other, watching the sunset.

(Y/N) glanced back to the man who sat beside her. His skin shining like diamonds as the sunlight hit his pale skin. His amber eyes fixated on the horizon, letting (Y/N) appreciate his beauty without any teasing from the man himself.

She would have never thought in her wildest thoughts that she would meet her 'soulmate' in a hospital after she had broken her wrist from a clumsy accident of falling down her bed. But it seemed to her that the Gods had blessed her for some past good deeds of her.

"Staring is considered rude by most of the people, darling," the soft voice filled the absolute silence of the atmosphere, making (Y/N) smile as she leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"I was just appreciating your beauty silently, my love," she replied, voice just above whisper, as if she didn't want to break the silence of the room. Carlisle hummed, smiling softly as he leaned down to rest his head against her shoulder.

"Says the most gorgeous lady I have ever set my eyes on," Carlisle replied, wrapping his arms around her body, making both of them fall back on the matted ground. Giggling, (Y/N) tried to shove the doctor away while he only wrapped himself around her more tightly.

"Carlisle," she whined, as he started tickling her sides. Carlisle only grinned widely, letting his fingers work their magic on her sides. "Carlisle... please, stop," (Y/N) said between her laughter, tears appearing in her eyes due to the intensity of her laughter.

Carlisle smiled and let himself sit up, extending his hand to help her up. (Y/N) took his hand, letting him help her sit up. Once back in their initial places, (Y/N) decided to let herself lean on him for comfort, making Carlisle smile at her.

"Carlisle," she called softly, feeling his fingers in her hair. "Yes, my life." She smiled at the nickname. She always loved it when he called her that. My Life. "I love you," (Y/N) said, snuggling into his clothed chest, feeling his breath quicken as the words reached his ears.

"I love you too, my life. More than I could ever express," Carlisle whispered, his hands combing through her (H/C) hair. (Y/N) looked up, smiling at him as she leaned up, slowly closing the gaps between them.

Carlisle leaned down, his hand wrapped around her waist, letting their lips meet halfway. The patriarch of the Cullen Household felt his lady love grin into the kiss as his lips only worked to bruise hers; a sight he enjoyed.

It was (Y/N) who broke the kiss to let oxygen fill her lungs, her eyes wide and slowly darkening with what Carlisle could easily say was passion. His hand caressed her back as he took notice of the flush of her face.

"Can I... can I ask you something?" (Y/N) asked, her eyes darting to the setting sun. "Anything, (Y/N)," Carlisle replied, his eyes fixed at the lady beside him. He could see the uncertainty in her eyes; something which made the vampire a bit scared.

"Carlisle Cullen," (Y/N) turned to look at him, her hands grasping his. "Will you... will you marry me?" She blurted out, her eyes studying his every move while Carlisle sat there, motionless for a few moments.

"I... did I hear you right, my life?" Carlisle asked, his amber eyes wide as he tried to process everything. "Yes," (Y/N) whispered, her eyes tearing up as she took his silence as disgust. "I am... sorry," (Y/N) whispered, letting her hands drop his as she tried to hide from his eyes.

"No, (Y/N). Don't," Carlisle reacted, his fingers wrapping around her shoulders. "I was just... surprised. Of course, I will marry you," Carlisle said with finality, letting a smile grace his pale face. "You are the love of my life, my dear. How can I not?" Carlisle said, hugging her as he felt her smile against his neck.

"YOU GUYS ARE GETTING MARRIED?!"

(Y/N) and Carlisle let out a laugh as they heard the chaos downstairs. "Ready to face your soon-to-be kids?" Carlisle teased, kissing (Y/N) on her cheek, making her smile.

"Always, soon-to-be husband."

[my-blind-album]

Charlize Theron's Character Prompts

Lady Leonora Lesso AKA Sexy Redhead

Kinky: (part 1) (part 2) - in progress

My Redhead: (part 1) (part 2) - in progress

Shh: (only one part)

School for Good and Evil: (part 1) (part 2) - in progress

Babysitter: (only one part)

Do you wanna build a snowman?: (only one part)

Daydreaming: (only one part)

Strange Feelings: (i'm gonna redo this but just read this shitty piece if you'd like to)

How Nasty of Us: (only one part)

Dolls: (only one part)

Perverts: (only one part)

Killer Dean: (only one part)

"Eyes up here, Ever.": (only one part)

Fetish: (part one) (part two)-coming soon

When parallel worlds meet: (chapter 1) (chapter 2)-coming soon

Satisfied: (only one part)

Queen Ravenna AKA Step-mommy vibez

Don't Test My Patience Child: (only one part)

She's a Witch!: (only one part)

Tears of Gold: (part one) (part two)-coming soon

Charlotte Field AKA Miss Prez

Eyes for you (part 1) -not yet created

Your Number One Fan (only one part) - not yet created

Clea Strange AKA Marvel Queen

Mentor's Pet (chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4) (chapter 5) (chapter 6) (chapter 7) - coming soon

Elaine Markinson AKA Miss Red Lips

Wine and Dine (only one part) - paused

Lorraine Broughton AKA Badass Spy

I Shouldn't Have Met You (part 1) - not yet created

SKITS

Ice Cream

Smoothies

Sorry Not Sorry

My Type?

Pick Up Lines

Mistletoe

Why Do You Keep Stealing My Clothes?!

Most Likely To...

Most Likely To...Pt.2

She's Not My Girlfriend!

A B C D E F U

What do you do when you see person in need of help?

Demented Clown?!

A Gay Test

You Look Like A Never!

That Son Of A Bitch!

You Can Stop Smiling...

May The Less Horny Person Win

All I Want For Christmas Is You

Tagging My Favourite Bloggers;

@cissyenthusiast010155

@riveramorylunar

@usimp4women

@natsaffection

@livelaughlovelesso

@cat-or-kitten

@paulawand

@prettygreenpills

@sere-rine

@annie-creates

@merci-bitch

[kallie-den]

Marital Aid Ch. 3

Clea gives Isabella one more push to help seperate her from her husband

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“Clea?” Isabella said uncertainly, stepping into the supply closet after her secretary - and now, her lover. “Um… what did you need help finding, exactly?”

“Uh… pens?” Clea lied unconvincingly. She couldn’t keep the grin from her face. “Quick, shut the door behind you!”

Isabella blushed. She seemed to sense what was happening. “I-I don’t know if that’s appropriate for-“

Clea ignored her, reached back over her boss’s shoulder, and pushed the closet door shut. Isabella fell silent and shivered when she felt Clea’s breath on her skin.

“There.” Clea giggled. “Now we’re all alone.”

At that, Isabella blushed deeper and clasped one of her arms with the opposite hand in a rare display of nervousness.

“Clea, w-we’re at work,” she stuttered. “We said we’d keep things professional at the off-“

“And we will,” Clea soothed. She took Isabella by the hand, leading her deeper into the cramped closet. Despite her protests, Isabella didn’t resist. “Nobody can see us in here. Nobody saw us come in here. As far as the rest of the office is concerned, we’re just two coworkers who’ve gone out to lunch.”

“But…” Isabella whimpered. Her will was weakening. Clea’s touch, even when they were just holding hands, was intoxicating. “But what if someone else comes in here…”

“Then…”

Abruptly, Clea pulled Isabella off balance and then shoved her against a nearby stack of shelves. Isabella gasped with surprise, but then her breath caught as Clea pressed against her.

“Then we’re just looking for some pens,” Clea purred. “Nothing embarrassing about that, right?”

“I… I-I don’t…” Isabella was trying to look anywhere but at Clea - and failing. Her secretary’s presence was overpowering. “We c-can’t…”

Clea loved watching her blush and stutter. It was so cute. And she knew exactly what was going on inside her beloved boss’s head.

Isabella is a lesbian.

Isabella is attracted to Clea.

Isabella craves sexual contact with Clea.

Clea knows what’s best for Isabella.

Isabella can’t resist Clea.

All of those post-hypnotic suggestions had been fermenting inside of Isabella for some time now. They were part of her, and she’d already succumbed to them time and again. Thanks to Clea’s hypnosis videos, her relationship with Isabella had been completely transformed. Longing for Clea had overcome Isabella’s reluctance, and the two of them were in the throes of a passionate, loving, and increasingly kinky affair. That mostly took place outside of work, though, on discreet dates or at Clea’s apartment.

Clea liked Isabella being submissive towards her, but she didn’t want to undermine her boss’s dominance in the office. She knew that Isabella was rightly proud of her seniority and the respect she commanded - and Clea didn’t want her any other way.

Besides, 'boss in the streets, bottom in the sheets’ was really, really hot. So hot, Clea couldn’t resist pushing her luck while they were both taking a lunch break.

“Clea… c’mon…” Isabella tried once again to rally herself, despite the giddy smile that kept threatening to appear on her flushed face. “Please- fuck!”

She broke off into hopeless moaning as one of Clea’s hands slipped down her leg, up her skirt, and pressed forcefully against the front of her panties. Clea smiled as she noted that Isabella was already wet.

“Please?” Clea teased. “Please fuck you? Babe, I’d love to.”

She started working her fingers up and down in slow, rhythmic patterns that she just knew would drive Isabella crazy. Her boss slumped back against the shelves as her legs turned to jelly, and she reached out weakly to Clea for support.

“Oh… my… god!” Isabella panted. She grinned, turning light-headed from the sheer pleasure. “H-how are you so good at this?”

“I’ve had a lot of practice,” Clea replied, smirking. “And I’m going to practice on you a lot more.”

“Fuck. Fuck!” Isabella moaned as Clea kept working her, and pulled her panties to one side so she could touch her directly. Isabella’s hair was already matting with the sweat that had started to form on her forehead.

“Still want me to stop?” Clea asked teasingly. She loved the look of awe and intoxication she could see on Isabella’s face. This was all so new to her. Every time they fucked it was life-changing.

“N-n-noooo!” Isabella howled. She was a puppet beneath Clea’s fingers now. Clea rewarded her by pushing two fingertips inside her boss’s pussy.

“Careful now,” Clea tutted, pumping her fingers in and out. “If you moan like that, someone’s going to hear us.”

Isabella’s eyes flew wide. Mortified, she clamped a hand over her own mouth to try and stifle her moans. It only half-worked. For a few sweet moments, she’d been lost to bliss, but now embarrassment and nervous agitation were creeping back into her face.

“Can’t… c-can’t…” she whined, struggling to control her voice. “I… please… we… n-no more!”

“No more?” Clea giggled. “Sure, Bella.”

Suddenly, she pulled back. Clea took her hands away from Isabella’s body and stepped pointedly away from her. Despite her plea, Isabella let out a groan of disappointment and frustration even more desperate than any of her begging, and as her legs gave way beneath her, she slumped limply to her knees.

The look of longing in her eyes was like a drug to Clea.

“I guess we’ll just go back out into the office, then?” Clea teased.

The suggestion was comical. Isabella was a mess. Usually, she cut an immaculate figure, looking every bit like the clever, collected, hard-working professional she was. Now, her clothes were wrinkled and her blouse was untucked, and her face was a mess of sweat-ruined makeup. Her eyes were glassy and faded from the arousal that was suppressing her better judgment.

She’d tasted the forbidden fruit Clea offered. There was no going back.

“W-wait…” Isabella pleaded. “I… I need you.”

Clea’s grin grew to stretch from ear to ear. She was every bit as intoxicated as Isabella. Having Isabella give in to her, submit to her, had done wonders for her confidence. Any reservations she might have had about what she was doing to Isabella, or about instigating a dominant-submissive relationship between them, had faded away into nothing.

It just felt too good to be wrong. For both of them.

“OK.” Clea turned back to her, smirking wickedly. “Then, since you can’t seem to keep your voice down, let’s have you use your mouth for something different.”

Isabella looked up at her quizzically until Clea reached down and started to unfasten her belt. Once she slipped out of her smart work pants and began removing her panties, Isabella turned a deeper red than ever before. She didn’t resist, though. She was beyond that now. She was drowning in submission.

“Yes, Clea,” Isabella said breathily. Just hearing that was a fresh infusion of pleasure for Clea.

“Then it’s time to get to work, babe.”

Clea stood above her boss, naked below the waist, legs planted slightly apart, and stared down at her. Isabella looked up with an expression of awe-filled worship on her face. She was practically drooling as she started leaning forward, putting her hands on Clea’s thighs and bringing her face so close, Clea could feel the older woman’s breath against her skin.

“I…” Isabella glanced down. She fixed her gaze on Clea’s sex. Suddenly, she looked uncertain. When she spoke, it sounded like her throat was dry. “I’ve never… um… I-I might not be good.”

Seeing Isabella as shy and nervous as a schoolgirl was a rare treat. Clea’s smirk softened into a warm smile.

“Don’t worry,” she promised her lover. “Soon, you’ll have plenty of experience.”

And before Isabella could second-guess herself any further, Clea rested her palm on the back of her head and used it to gently but firmly guide Isabella’s face into her cunt.

The very first touch made her moan. This was the first time Clea had made Isabella go down on her. In their previous intimate encounters, Isabella had been so uncertain and so submissive, it had seemed perfectly natural for Clea to take the lead and show Isabella just how much pleasure lesbian sex could offer. This time certainly wouldn’t be the last, though. This was way too good to pass up on.

“Good,” Clea panted when she felt Isabella’s tongue beginning to explore her flesh. “Good girl. Deeper.”

Isabella obeyed Clea’s every word. Clea could use her hand on her hand to guide her too, controlling her pace and her depth. It was like Isabella was her own personal sex toy. There was something breathtakingly hot about knowing her husband had never experienced her quite like this.

“Yes!” Clea moaned as Isabella pushed her tongue deeper, hitting her most sensitive spot. “Good. More. Deeper.”

Again, Isabella obeyed. Clea could sense her eagerness. Her focus. All her attention was on Clea’s cunt, and on bringing Clea as much pleasure as possible. Even if someone had walked in on them,  Clea doubted Isabella would have noticed. Pleasing and obeying Clea came before anything else. Clea’s brainwashing had seen to that. All her most potent psychological urges now revolved around her secretary.

Isabella wanted her. She needed her. She craved her. She trusted her.

It was so hot.

“Now change it up,” Clea instructed. She felt Isabella pull back, and guided her tongue towards Clea’s clit. “Find a rhythm. Keep it for a while. Then find a new one. But not too quick. Let the pleasure build. Know your partner. Pay attention to how they’re reacting.”

Eager to learn, Isabella nodded. Clea was certainly reacting to her attentions. Her body was shaking and quivering with every lick and every kiss, and her words were all punctuated by moans. Unlike Isabella, Clea had no qualms about making some noise. She wanted Isabella to know exactly how good of a job she was doing.

More and more, her boss was warming to the task at hand. She spent long moments kissing and sucking on Clea’s clit, then kept rubbing it in little circles with her thumb as she moved her lips back to Clea’s, pressing her tongue inside her worshipfully.

Clea was smirking again. Isabella might be inexperienced now, but Clea could already tell that within a few months, she was going to be an amazing pussylicker.

“No!” Clea cried when she felt Isabella trying to pull back to take a breath. “More. Don’t stop. I’m close.”

With a firm hand, she kept Isabella pressed tight against her body. Even though she was breathless from her exertions, Isabella didn’t fight her. She did as she was told. Isabella wrapped her hands around the backs of Clea’s thighs and used them to hug herself even closer, and started working her tongue in and out of Clea’s body with even greater urgency. Clea twitched and heaved at her touch; each lap of her tongue was like an electric shock. She started bucking her hips, grinding herself against Isabella’s face and leaving the older woman with no space to breathe, no room for anything but Clea.

“Yes!” Clea howled eventually. “I’m… fuck!”

Clea hit the edge and let herself topple over. Her orgasm lasted a long time - she made sure of that, keeping Isabella firmly pressed into her cunt as waves and waves of pleasure crashed over her, each one taken to fresh heights by her boss’s eager tongue. It lasted until moan after moan pushed all the air out of Clea’s lungs, until, eventually, her grip on Isabella weakened and the older woman could slump back and start gasping for air.

Both of them were deeply flushed, and both of them were smiling.

Now it was Clea’s turn to collapse. Her knees were jelly beneath her, and once her orgasm receded she allowed herself to fall into a heap on the floor of the supply closet, right next to the woman whose face was slick with her juices. Soon, the two of them were in each other arms, seeking warmth and comfort, and basking in the afterglow - for Clea, of her orgasm, for Isabella, of having pleased Clea so well.

“Good girl,” Clea murmured, after her breathing started to steady. “You did an amazing job.”

Somehow, Isabella blushed deeper still. It was obvious that she could barely contain her happiness at being praised by Clea. Seeing that brought a fresh smile to Clea’s face. She reached for Isabella’s hand to hold.

As they interlocked fingers, Clea felt metal.

Isabella’s wedding ring.

Clea had thought nothing could sour her mood, but somehow, just a little, that managed it. It was an unpleasant reminder that Isabella’s husband still had something Clea didn’t. A wedding ring was such a potent symbol. She wished she had something like that with Clea.

“You should take this off,” Clea said quietly, rolling Isabella’s ring finger between her fingertips.

“I…” Isabella looked down.

“When we hook up, at least,” Clea added.

Isabella was silent for a long moment. “I… that’s just…” She sighed. Clea did too. There it was again. That reluctance. Clea knew what she was going to say next before she even opened her mouth. “I know I’m already… and I know it’s not the greatest marriage. But… I made a promise. You know? This ring is a promise. Not to him. But to myself. I swore I’d always wear it.”

“Right.”

Isabella looked dismayed at how disappointed Clea was. She squeezed Clea’s hand tight. “I love what we have together, Clea,” she pleaded. “So… why don’t we just keep it going like this?”

Clea made herself smile. But she wasn’t happy, and she knew Isabella wasn’t either. Her marriage was miserable. Her husband was an ogre. Isabella was a lesbian, and Clea was the one she truly loved. Now that she’d come this far, Clea was determined to go all the way. She was going to make Isabella hers, and give her the relationship she deserved.

She’d successfully forged a lovers’ bond with Isabella. Now she just needed to break the one Isabella had with her husband. It wouldn’t be hard and it wouldn’t take cruelty. All it would take is a little push. Clea was confident that, deep down, Isabella knew which relationship was right for her.

This time, Clea didn’t need advice from her friend Bruna. She’d already made all the preparations.

“I understand,” Clea told Isabella. She paused for a moment, letting them enjoy the silence. Then: “Hey, so, you’re probably getting tired of hearing this, but I made you another music video.”

Isabella’s face brightened. “No, not at all!” she exclaimed. “I love them, they always help me relax. I listen to them a lot. Kind of an embarrassing amount, actually.”

“I’m glad.” Clea giggled. She was, for more reasons than Isabella knew. No wonder the conditioning was working so well. She pulled out her phone and started tapping. “Well, here it is. Watch it right away, OK?”

“Absolutely!” Isabella’s phone chimed as the email came in. “I can’t wait, I promise. I’ll watch it today. Hey, wait, where are you going?”

Clea had stood up and was already fixing her clothes and heading for the supply closet door. She smiled - genuinely, this time. “My lunch break is almost over. I should be getting back to work. Right, boss?”

“O-oh. Um. I guess.” Isabella rose to her feet too, and blushed again as she looked down and noticed how messy her clothes were. “But… um… but…”

“But what?” Clea glanced back. She already knew, of course.

Isabella squeezed her thighs together and shivered. “Y-you didn’t make me… you know.”

Clea flashed her a wicked smirk before opening the door. “All the more incentive for you to be nice and early to our date later.”

***

Isabella was smiling all day. Despite some embarrassment and more than a little frustration, the joy of her little supply closet encounter with Clea stayed with her through all of the afternoon’s various meetings and emails. She stayed late, as usual, and only ran home to get changed so she could look pretty for her date with Clea.

It had just been a little movie date, but even so Isabella had cherished the experience. Seeing her outside of the office was always special. When they were out in the world together, just the two of them, they didn’t need to pretend to just be boss and secretary. They could enjoy their relationship to the fullest.

And Clea could make good on the promise she’d made Isabella earlier. Thinking about that still turned the older woman bright red.

As Isabella drove home, though, her smile was rapidly fading. She couldn’t help but think about what - or rather, who - she was going home to. Her husband. There couldn’t have been more of a contrast between him and Clea. Where Clea was giving and patient, Isabella’s husband was nothing but selfish; angry and frigid by turns as his petulant moods took him. Isabella was the type to stand by her partner no matter what, but hearing that he didn’t want a family with her had broken her heart, and now that she’d figured out things with Clea, her marriage felt more and more like a curse rather than a blessing.

After all, she was a lesbian. She couldn’t orgasm with men, and she craved submission to women. What was she doing with her life?

Stepping through her own front door felt like getting a bucket of icy water dumped over her head. Isabella yearned to linger with Clea instead. To bask in her newfound happiness for just a little longer.

Then it dawned on her. Why not do just that?

Isabella took the next turn, and then pulled over at the side of the road. It was just a little no-name out-of-town access road and the day had long since ended, so Isabella could be sure she wasn’t going to be disturbed. Leaving the engine ticking over and turning on an overhead light, she reached for her phone and her earbuds, and loaded up the music video Clea had prepared for her.

She hadn’t been exaggerating when she’d told Clea that she watched her videos an embarrassing amount. They had become Isabella’s go-to way to relax, whenever the stresses of work or her marriage got too much. Somehow, Clea’s voice had a way of instantly putting her at ease and making all her cares fade away. Isabella was always left so completely and totally relaxed, she couldn’t even remember what had happened. And in the aftermath, she was gifted with a fresh sense of clarity about herself and her situation. It was amazing. No other kind of meditation even came close.

And all that was from just two videos. Isabella couldn’t wait to see what the third one would feel like.

Isabella propped her phone up on her dash, put in her earbuds, reclined her seat, leaned back, and hit ‘play’.

Even though it was just her phone, within moments it seemed to take up Isabella’s entire vision. Her eyes were laser-focused on the center of the screen, and there was nothing at all in her world except for the vivid, swirling patterns that had suddenly come to life. The colors were dazzling, but Isabella wasn’t dazzled by them.

She was used to this. She didn’t fight. She did what she’d already done many times before, and simply relaxed into it. Isabella allowed herself to let go, and let the strange, hypnotic shapes on the screen of her phone wash over her, like waves on a beach steadily pounding the sand flat.

At this point, it wasn’t even a choice. It was instinctive. Conditioned. Isabella couldn’t have fought it even if she’d wanted to.

But fighting it was the last thing she wanted.

Instead, Isabella savored every last facet of the experience. She loved everything about the way Clea’s videos took her under. She loved feeling each one of her muscles relax, even the little ones in her hands and feet she never normally noticed. She loved the way her whole body became heavy and whatever she was sitting in became the most comfortable thing in the world, soft enough that she could just sink all the way into it. She loved the way that whatever had been bothering her receded from her mind until she was thinking about nothing at all.

Isabella never remembered exactly what it felt like, afterward. But that just meant that each time, she was all the more eager for the next. Eager to experience bliss anew.

There was a delicious rhythm to it. As the kaleidoscope before Isabella’s vision started spiraling inwards, shifting in fractals as it did, she tried to make herself notice every little detail. Every pattern. Every shape. Every color. Every beat and rhythm of the strange music being pumped into her earbuds.

She tried, because it was impossible. There was too much to keep track of. As Isabella’s mind slowed and dimmed, it slipped out of her grip. It became overwhelming. It wasn’t long - not that she could judge the passage of time - before Isabella found herself at the precipice. The moment all the sounds and colors became nothing more than an indistinct, indescribable, howling rush. The moment she was about to lose herself.

Isabella took a deep breath, and surrendered.

She slumped back in her seat, and there was a sudden rush as her disoriented mind malfunctioned and told her she was falling. The thrill of it almost jolted her awake. Deeply-buried instincts jolted awake and whispered to Isabella that this was wrong, that she was in danger. But she didn’t listen. Couldn’t listen.

And then Clea’s voice came to her, and it was all OK again.

Isabella, you are confident.

It was so easy to accept that. Isabella had always been confident, although her dismal marriage had done much to undermine that. But hearing it from Clea was the perfect reminder. It brought a smile to Isabella's face, even deep in trance. That was so like Clea. To support her, and remind her of the best parts of herself.

Yes. Isabella was confident. More confident than ever, in fact. She felt infused with it.

You deserve what’s best for you.

Given how confident she felt, Isabella had no trouble accepting that either. It was a natural affirmation. She deserved what was best for her. Who didn’t?

Clea is what’s best for you.

Isabella had no reason to fight that suggestion either. It made sense. Clea knew what was best for her, and Clea was what was best for her. It felt right, too. Isabella was a lesbian, and Clea was her lover. Her domme. Her companion. Being with her always felt so good. Clea was what was best for her.

Clea can give you a family.

That suggestion made Isabella shudder with its power. It meant the world to her. She’d always wanted a family. Kids. Since her husband had refused she’d tried suppressing that desire within herself, but it had been hard. Hearing - even thinking - that Clea could make that dream come true was like a magic spell. It was Pandora’s box. The thought infected her. It never occurred to the hypnotized Isabella to question it. It simply consumed her.

Clea was best for her, and Clea could give her the family she wanted.

You love Clea.

Of course she did. It was all becoming so simple. Isabella loved Clea, the woman who was best for her and who could give her a family - and who she craved above everyone else, body and soul. It was love. She’d long since accepted that.

You don’t need your husband.

That suggestion, finally, caused Isabella to stir a little. She… didn’t need him. It was strange; she’d never thought about it in exactly those terms, but she’d always assumed that, on some level, she did need her husband. That seemed natural, when you were married. He was such an integral part of Isabella’s life. If she left him, didn’t that make her a failure? If nothing else, Isabella knew that was what people said and thought about divorced women.

But as always, she heeded Clea’s voice and Clea’s voice. That was as natural as breathing to her now. Clea was always right. Clea knew what was best for her. And that meant Isabella didn’t need him. She didn’t need her husband.

That thought felt freeing.

You are confident…

As Clea’s voice on the audio track started to repeat itself over and over, all of the hypnotic suggestions became more and more firmly fixed in Isabella’s mind. Soon enough, they were commandments carved into stone. As they mixed together and merged, a picture of a new kind of life started to blossom in Isabella’s mind. A life that was infinitely preferable to the failing marriage she currently suffered with.

Maybe divorce wasn’t giving up. Maybe divorcing him was simply accepting the obvious truth that she was a lesbian who deserved better.

By the time Isabella awoke, she was finally ready to head home, bolstered by the knowledge that, one day soon, it would be the very last time.

***

A few days later, at the weekend, Isabella was on another date with Clea. This time, after making her excuses to her monosyllabic husband, Isabella had headed out and driven straight over to Clea’s apartment. Almost as soon as they crossed the threshold, they were in each other’s arms. The little moments they managed to make for one another during the week were wonderful, but nothing compared to long weekend afternoons, when they could just forget anything else in the world existed.

When they didn’t need to restrain themselves. Not even a little.

“Wait!” Isabella panted, as Clea pushed her against the nearest wall and started making out with her. “J-just one second.”

Clea backed off and tilted her head quizzically. Isabella raised her left hand, looked at a wedding ring for a long moment, and then, with a fading fondness, slipped it off her finger and tossed it unceremoniously into her handbag.

“I guess I had a change of heart,” she said, blushing. “I just… don’t want to think about that thing anymore.”

Clea’s bright, proud smile banished any lingering doubts Isabella might have had. She kissed Isabella, and then said:

“In that case, I actually have something for you.”

Now it was Isabella’s turn to look at Clea expectantly. Clea raced out of the room, and then hurried back with something held behind her back. She flashed Isabella a stern look.

“Kneel,” Clea told her.

Isabella sank to her knees in instant obedience. Her heart fluttered. She loved it when Clea told her what to do.

“Close your eyes.”

Once her eyes were shut, Isabella felt Clea reach out to her, arrange her hair out of the way, and then start to fix something around her neck. Excitement made her pulse race as she felt leather on her skin. She didn’t need to open her eyes to know what it was.

“You can look now,” Clea told her. She was holding a mirror, allowing Isabella to see herself. The sight made the older woman blush deeper than ever before. “It’s a collar.”

“It’s…” Isabella was lost for words. She couldn’t possibly express what the collar meant to her, and she was struck by how much more of a symbol of commitment and love it already was compared to her old ring. “Wow. Thank you. Wow.”

“Don’t mention it,” Clea purred. “It looks beautiful on you. Isabella.”

“Thank you,” Isabella repeated. She’d never been so happy.

Truly, Clea was best for her. Not her husband.

“And,” Clea added, as she hooked her fingers into the collar and pulled Isabella in for another kiss, “let me know whenever you’re ready to talk to a lawyer. I already have the number.”

—

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[v3nusxsky]

(Hello miss if you feel comfortable writing this)

Could you possibly write a lady lesso x female reader. (Already dating) reader has been hurt so she can't defend her self really well. So one night walking beside one of her friends (female/male) and they shoved r into a room and locked the door. Shot story shot he touches R. Lesso began to get worried knowing R and defend herself so she goes to one of her wolf guards and fellow it while in tracked R scent. As lesso gets close she hears clapping but crys, she stops the guard and started running and kicking down the locked door, R friends takes a hit in the head and teleports right before lesso can kill them, reader going into a small shaky ball sobbing with hiccups non stop, bruise and maybe a little blood due to the bitting. Very soft, cuddly lesso mode and a bath. Next morning they were found dead, ripped from limb to limb and feed to the birds of bones

Dead man walking| h&c

*Authors note~ slowly catching up on my requests hoping to open them up soon*

Trigger Warnings~ assault (physical and sexual) language

Prompt~ see ask ^^^^^

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Leonora was definitely hesitant when it came to you returning back to classes. You weren't fully healed yet which meant you couldn't defend yourself as you normally would. And that pure fact frightened the dean not that she would openly admit it did. You spent the morning reassuring your girlfriend that you would be absolutely fine and should anything happen you would find her instantly. That seemed to alleviate some of her worry.

Truthfully, you were excited to see your friends again and get back into your normal routine and as much as you loved your girlfriend you just needed some outside interactions. You were quite friendly with Hort, someone you thought would ever hurt you in a million years. Leonora knew you were eager to get back to school so she stood back and reassured you that you could come find her for anything, even the slightest twinge of pain you were to come and find Leonora and you'd both go lay down together.

You were heading to curses and death traps with Hort, when he shoved you into a closest. The whimper of pain combined with the clicking of the lock had a confused whimper of pain spilling from your lips. "Hort" you whimpered instinctively curling up into a ball. "Shut up" he growled, a harsh smack landing on your cheek, "stupid mindless bitch giving yourself to the Dean when you should be mine." His hands all over your body made you feel like you were going to throw up. His lips on your neck as he bit down hard enough to draw droplets of your blood. Any whimper of protest, or plead to stop was swiftly silenced by physical violence.

When you didn't show up to your curses and death traps class Leonora knew something was wrong. You'd never miss her class. She immediately settled for cancelling the class and sending out her trusted guard to find you. The wolf immediately began to track your scent which led them to a hallway filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin and your cries. Leonora moved quicker than would be considered humanly possible to undo the locked down.

You were cowering in the corner bloody and bruised while he had his hands on you. The sight making Leonora's blood boil. The wolf quickly removed Hort while Leonora tended to you. "Sweetheart?" You shivered and cowered away, "no no no no stop" you whimpered. "Oh dove, it's me it's Nora love" she approached ever so slowly, "can I touch you dove?" You didn't reply, but you threw yourself into her arms. "He he Nora I" you stuttered out through your tears. "I know Dove I know, I'll see to it he suffers" she reassured you before using her magic to transport you to your shared bedroom.

It was a blur for you but the dean tended to your cute and cleaned the blood from your skin being carful of the bruising. She placed you in a warm bath and sat with you, resting your back against her front. You were out of it so Leonora was quick to clean and wash every inch of skin. It was truly heartbreaking to see you in such a fragile state. Every time Leonora tried to escape you cried and pleaded with her to stay with you, to hold you and protect you from all the evil in the world. You needed her to stay and she held you in her arms until you fell into a restless sleep. When you woke up in the morning you noticed your girlfriend looking devilish and the birds going absolutely mental while Leonora mumbled something about toxic bird food.

Word count~ 813

[plaindangan]

We all know about Celeste's bimbo side. It happens when she really gets turned on by Makoto. So imagine her luck when she has to play poker with him and have to maintain her lust for him while playing the game.

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

'Okay, this should be easy as pie. I am the Queen of Liars, and Makoto, while cute as a button, is Makoto. I should be in the clea-"

"Oh gosh!!" Makoto gasped. The lucky student had accidentally spilt some water on his lap. Quickly, he stood up to grab at some tissue to clean up the water, especially on his crotch. Patting it, swirling the tissue around all over, and making so much grunting noises.

It was by accident, but it drove Celeste fucking crazy!!!

So much so that she just had to let loose...into Taeko~

"Like, ohmygoooooooooshh!! That's, supes, clumsy of you 'Koto!!! H-h-h-here, let Tae' fix you up real quickie!! Leave it this, bitch~" Oh dear, in a matter of seconds, Celeste had let Taeko out, completely abandoning her cards to instead practically tear Makoto's pants off.

"C-celeste? It's okay, it's just a bit of water!! We can focus on your game-!!!" Too late, Makoto was reduced to just his boxers as Celeste had folded his pants and practically tossed it into the corner.

"Bitch, what game?!! Like, for serious? I quit or some shit!! Now...just let Taeko take care of those boxers for you~ Then we can, maybe, kinda, play a different, wetter game~"

Giggling, her fingers slipped into his undies and easily dropped his underwear, being very happy to see quite the 'old friend'. A slightly wet cock that was just begging to being warmed up.

Something that Celeste, sorry Taeko, was more than happy to do...with her mouth~

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Bengiyo's Queer Cinema Syllabus

For those who are not aware, I have decided to run the gauntlet of @bengiyo’s Queer Cinema Syllabus and have officially started Unit 3: Faith and Religion. The films in Unit 3 are: But I’m a Cheerleader (2000), Prayers for Bobby (2009), Latter Days (2003), Blackbird (2014), The Wise Kids (2011), Henry Gamble’s Birthday Party (2015)

Today I will be writing about

But I’m a Cheerleader (2000) dir. Jamie Babbit

[Run Time: 1:30 , Available: tubi, amazon, google play, apple play, Lang: English] 

Summary: A cheerleading-obsessed teenager is sent to a strict summer camp when her parents suspect her of being a lesbian. 

Cast: * Natasha Lyonne as Megan * Clea DuVall as Graham, Megan's love interest

Note: I watched the 2020 Director’s Cut

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Hello, I have entered The Danger Zone. For the next two units I expect to be absolutely and utterly dashed upon the rocks as I start Unit 3: Faith and Religion, and eventually wash it down with Unit 4: Heartbreak Alley. 

Ben is being nice by having the first film on the list be But I’m a Cheerleader, so at least we can ease our way in to the conversations around conversion therapy and religious trauma to the queer community with some dark humor and bright colors. 

While I decided to embark on this syllabus project because my experience with queer media has been severely limited, there is at least one movie in Units 1-6 that I have seen before. For Unit 3, it is this one. I love this movie. I love this movie because for all that it is dark, for all the pain you see being carried by these queer teenagers, for all the harm that has and could be done to them throughout their time at True Directions, the film wastes absolutely no time highlighting the absolute absurdity of programs like this. What do you expect to happen when you put a bunch of horny, queer teenagers in a room together? But I’m a Cheerleader does a phenomenal job at maintaining the fact that queerness is inherent, it is not learned, it is not chosen. 

And it does something else that I picked up on this watch through, that makes me appreciate it even more, which is that it kinda pokes fun at 12 step-programs.

I don’t know that I have really talked about this much on my tumblr, I know I have referenced it a couple times in like…comments and conversations with some of my mutuals on tumblr about my opinions on Alcoholics Anonymous. Before I dig in to it, I will preface that AA and NA works for who it works for, and that’s cool, but I have strong negative opinions on these 12-step programs as a harm reductionist because they hold abstinence as the ultimate goal of substance use recovery, they are super religious, and they generally espouse anti-harm reduction ideologies. So seeing True Directions have a five step program, where the first step is literally admitting you have a problem are a homosexual, and to see these steps be a) absolutely absurd, b) random, and c) ineffective made me so happy. 

[OKAY WAIT REST OF POST ON PAUSE BRIEFLY SO THAT I CAN SHOUT ABOUT THE DIRECTOR OF THIS FILM AND THE FACT THAT AS I WAS RESEARCHING FOR THE FOR/BY/ABOUT SECTION, THE DIRECTOR, JAMIE BABBIT’S MOTHER RAN A TREATMENT PROGRAM FOR TEENAGERS WITH DRUG AND ALCOHOL PROBLEMS THAT WAS NAMED NEW DIRECTIONS, AND THAT IS WHAT TRUE DIRECTIONS WAS BASED ON. HAHAHA! That is the most succinct confirmation of my read on a piece of media I have ever had] 

For real, this program did not work on a single one of the residents by the end of the film, and that is absolutely what needs to happen. 

I love that the kids sneak out to go to a gay bar, I love that when the kids fail the conversion therapy program they get taken in by survivors of True Directions and find safety in a queer-positive house, especially because (as we see with Megan) if the kids fail the program they do risk homelessness. Which is a very real and present threat to queer kids today, both conversion therapy and possible homelessness. 

I like that Megan’s parents picked up on the fact she was queer before Megan herself did (shout out to vegetarianism, I literally wrote ‘vegetarian’ in my notes as an observed potential indicator lol) and find it is absolutely an intentional point that Megan would very possibly not have realized she was queer if her parents hadn’t sent her to conversion therapy, because it was not until a fellow queer was like “not all girls think about what you are thinking about when you look at girls” 

And it always hurts my heart a little when I hear people say their parents make comments sometimes that are like “well, everyone thinks about kissing a girl sometimes” etc etc and are still existing under the belief that they are straight. Megan seemed completely oblivious to her own queerness until other people pointed it out, and her parents might have had the intended outcome of a “straight” child if they had just kept their mouths shut and minded their own goddamn business. 

Not that we want Megan to be straight, but more just that the film itself feels like it does make a point of calling out the fact that putting your queer kid in a room with other queer kids is going to help them understand themselves better. It’s why cishets are so terrified of trans people, because the more visible trans and/or queer people are, the more people are able to question their own identities, and the more the white supremacist society we have built in the United States starts to become undermined by the degradation of a pillar of patriarchal heteronormativity, etc etc. 

I love that on the boy’s side of True Directions all the little decorations of like…shop tools and soldiers look sexual. The soliders look like they are either getting fucked in the ass, or about to perform oral sex. The tools look like dicks, it’s very much indicative of the fact that even the adults who say they have been “cured” really have not been, because they are still creating scenery and teaching these boys how to be straight while subconsciously producing images of queerness. 

I love that But I’m a Cheerleader is also able to challenge our own perceptions of queerness and heterosexuality. I love that it is Jan, who looks the most butch/masc of all the girls who is revealed to be heterosexual, and I think it is vitally important to see this not only as commentary around judging people based on appearance, but also can be used as a discussion point about the masculinization of women of color, and in addition the fact that all the girls are turned on watching Jan vacuum the floor, demonstrating that masculine women can be seen as hot/sexy. 

Anyway, I love this movie a lot, I think the messaging is great, I think it can read a little more serious for a queer audience than a straight audience around the actual extent of the damage done to these characters during their time at True Directions, but I think there are all of these little things that make the funny moments funnier if you are queer. 

For/By/About 

For sure by and about queer people. Both the director, Jamie Babbit, and the screenwriter, Brian Wayne Peterson are queer. I will admit that for a bit during the film I struggled to decide whether or not this film was made for queer people, because in some regards I thought that perhaps the purpose of But I’m A Cheerleader was to show straight people how fucking stupid conversion therapy is. But, I have actually landed on The Gay Trifecta for this one. 

Jamie Babbit stated that part of her inspiration for making this film was because she wanted more representation for fem lesbians in media, and that she decided to make it a romcom because of how media has historically treated lesbians (if you have read some of my other posts, we know I have talked about that history multiple times). 

Favorite Moment

SEX SCENE! So, I am pretty certain that I watched But I’m A Cheerleader for the first time before 2020, and therefore I did not have access to the director’s cut. But, in 2020 Babbit released her own cut of the movie, which is 5 minutes longer and I think the only difference between the two films is the addition of a sex scene that had been cut out of the initial film. It is not a hardcore scene by any means, but it is absolutely gorgeous, and it has some very clever and important shots contained within it, the most memorable for me being the shot of the cross necklace Megan always wears as she is actively having sex with Graham. 

Favorite Quote

“You are who you are, the only trick is not getting caught” 

God is that just like a bullseye statement for queer people, especially the ones who have to stay closeted. Such a quick line, such an active acknowledgement of threat, because everyone that ended up at True Horizons either got caught or couldn’t hide.

Score

10/10

Next up, Prayers for Bobby, and uh, I have it on good authority that it may leave me looking like Graham in that gif directly above this sentence.

[tomoleary]

Kevin Nowlan “Doctor Strange Conjuring Clea” original art for the Signed Limited Edition Print (c.1980s) Source

[forgottenaine]

ooc | The Lorcan Kids

Peadar Lorcan

Peadar loves adventure!! Stories about knights and dragons and pirates and princes fascinate him!! (he would be a huge fan of lord ormond's life ngl ;D)

He's always had a lot of energy and loves to explore! He's got an active mind and asks a lot of questions/is v curious

loves to learn and I feel like he is a bit of a lowkey nerd

(I feel like he loved running around the shores back at calleary while visiting there, but would also enjoy going to his aunt eabha and asking her questions about the ocean, etc!)

Used to be full of laughter and smiles like 24/7 but he's a bit more serious since his dad has disappeared

he always knew that he would be lord lorcan one day but he didn't think that it would come this soon??

unlike his mom, probably actually thinks that his dad is dead but would never say that out loud b/c he doesn't want to hurt her

he's only ten years old but he feels the need to protect both his mom and his sister in his dad's absence

is even more studious now than he ever was, because he wants to be v prepared for that moment when he can just take lorcan back from rian!!

I do think he still does have moments where you can see his old self and he does still like playing with saoirse (especially if cliodhna is involved so he doesn't feel bad about acting childish)

my poor boy just feels like he needs to grow up too soon :(

Cliodhna "Clea" Lorcan

Cliodhna is only two years old and so she is just starting to develop a little personality

it is clear that she's going to be v extroverted

smiles and waves at literally anyone who pays her any attention

I feel like she's super adorable and just has a bunch of people wrapped around her finger already and aine is a little afraid that she'll be spoiled (spoiler alert, she probably already is a lil!)

she's also v smart for her age!

knows how to stack her blocks and can put together easy puzzles but also gets a kick out of putting them together wrong and seeing everyone's reaction and just laughs at how ridiculous she is being

already is developing a sense of humor and is also a lil mischievous

will probably be deeply influenced by finn and fiona when she's older alsdfjalsdfj

in fact, once totted in the room after fiona when she put a swan into uncle cormac's room and wouldn't stop giggling about it

[yuumebow]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! ♡

today is valentines day, the day of love, which means more clea ( c x azalea ) artwork for your soul :3

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W A T C H I N G

Clea DuVall was my crush in this movie.

This is a movie based around accurate depiction of teenage life in Ohio. 😅