#girls are exchanging word

[samgirard]

└27 on 27 whispers | round two, game six: col vs. dal | 5.17.24

[cadaver245]

Adolescence of Utena

[blvsbl]

early tinn and gun were So funny like

Tinn, the champion of devotion who has been in love for years: I won't get jealous, he's not my boyfriend yet

Gun, vibrating at the speed of light: a girl looked at Tinn. once. and I'm being so normal about it

[nonokoko13]

I think male/gender neutral reader x Marito is necessary. I'm totally okay with female ones but that man is fruity as hell (just like the rest) so I'm surprised there are none yet. I also think this man is kinda dom bottom / versatile if you ask me but I have yet to find people who think the same (´･-･`)

[tarobumma]

there are so many things u can say about the goldfinch (2019) movie but my personal nitpick of it that i will never get over is how they made kitsey not wear the emerald earrings at the engagement party. i feel like its such a small but important moment in characterising her and theo’s relationship. 

it takes place after theo confronts kitsey about cheating, so at this point they’re both fully aware how much of an act their relationship/engagement is, and how much they both don’t love each other, at least not the way they should. 

theres something so uncharacteristically tender about it. i truly think this is the only moment of actual real understanding and vulnerability between them. the fact that kitsey chooses to wear them, even though she was right - they don’t suit her - but she’s decided that the fact that they mean something to theo is more important. 

for kitsey, willingly choosing something that blemishes her perfect appearance is so at odds to what we’ve seen of her until now. kitsey’s entire reason for being in a sham relationship with theo is to do with keeping up appearances. 

i think people tend to overlook that kitsey is also dealing with a lot of trauma (in recently losing andy and her dad) and i just feel that this tiny excerpt lifts so much weight in characterising and deepening our perspective of her and her relationship with theo. 

in wearing the earrings, kitsey is acknowledging theo’s vulnerabilities, and i almost feel that in recognising his grief and loss, she exposes her own. and its so fascinating because really this shared experience is what binds them, but is the one thing they never directly acknowledge. this is their one moment of actual honest tenderness and transparency towards each other, and i also love how its immediately followed by everyone at the engagement party interpreting it as a romantic moment and being like, ‘omg finally the happy couple interacting!’ and taking photos of them, etc. the reader is immediately taken out of the intimacy of the moment and swept back into the glaringly contrasting performativity and facade of their relationship. 

[atouchofsass]

the lestat sucking period blood direct from the pussy scene is so much crazier than I had been led to believe. and I had already been led to believe it was crazy

[potatobugz]

Noelle Holiday? (Yes this is a bingo request that I guess is a semi-sequel to the previous one for Susie)

thgey call her noelle holiday the way she. brightens up. your day

[konfizry]

because who's gonna vouch for her existence? who can say for sure that she is a real person who existed, say, 5 months prior to the game's events?

no one!!!!!

[dc-said-bi-robin-rights]

Another night in Titans Tower. Another night Cassie finds Rose up at an ungodly hour, making herself coffee at a time where anyone else would be dead asleep.

Cassie leans against the doorway, watching Rose murmur grumpily to herself as she tries to to tear open the coffee pod packets without breaking them. For once, she seems so engrossed in her task that she hasn’t noticed Cassie. Or maybe she’s just letting Cassie think that for… reasons. Maybe.

She isn’t sure what to make of Rose these days. She and the white-haired daughter of Deathstroke had established something of a tentative peace following their fifth hookup… a tentative peace that had grown into something like domestic bliss in the months since her return to the team. She didn’t think it would be possible for anything about Rose to feel so comfortable, but…

She isn’t even sure what to call them now. They haven’t really been rivals since Eddie’s death, but they certainly aren’t friends. And yet…

Cassie has held Rose through her night terrors more than once. She’s stumbled upon the secret crate of plushies Rose keeps behind a hidden panel in her closet and knows that they were gifts from Rose’s mother before her death, recovered by Slade’s manservant of all people as part of a hopeless attempt at reconciling his friend and his daughter. She’s accompanied Rose to AA meetings, she’s driven her to her dentist’s appointments, she’s even taken her out on dates to the movie theater or to that one shaved ice cream shop near Titans Tower that everyone on the team seems to like. Cassie knows Rose. She knows every curve of her hip, every bulging muscle, every thin white scar. She’s seen Rose at her smuggest and at her most flustered, at her flirtiest and at her most withdrawn, at her meanest and at her best. She knows Rose. Really knows her, as far as anyone can claim to really know Rose Wilson. She’s seen beneath the aggression and the snark to catch real, genuine glimpses at the person beneath, and has done so with some regularity for months now. So why is it so hard to figure what they are?

They haven’t talked about it. Maybe they should. Maybe—

Coffee powder flies everywhere as Rose rips open the pod in her hands a little too hard, scattering flecks of grounded coffee all over the floor of the kitchen. Rose curses beneath her breath—then again, more audibly this time, just for good measure—and begins brushing it off the countertop with one hand while the other cups beneath the edge of it to catch it as it falls. Cassie just watches, waiting until Rose is almost done to reveal herself.

“Nice mess you’ve made here, Rose.”

Rose doesn’t even look at her. Maybe she knew she was there all along. Maybe she didn’t, and is just pretending. It’s so hard to tell with Rose, sometimes, what’s real and what’s just pretending. “Oh, buzz off.” She finishes clearing the powder off the countertop and gets on her hands and knees to scoop up the flecks of coffee on the floor, presenting two large, round targets that are just too tempting to ignore. “You gonna stand there all night or are you gonna help me—”

Cassie can’t help it. She takes two steps forward and smacks her not-girlfriend right on the ass, cutting her off mid-sentence. Rose pauses, turning to look at Cassie with a raised eyebrow.

“Was it my imagination or did you just slap my ass?”

Cassie bites her lip, trying to stifle a grin. “I guess I did. Was it too much?”

Rose stands up, very calmly wiping her hands on her shirt—one of Cassie’s, a long red shirt with a Wonder Woman logo on it that is jut a bit oversized on her—before stepping towards Cassie, a smirk pulling at her lips. “Not really.”

And with that, she steps forward and pulls Cassie into a long, hungry kiss.

Maybe, Cassie reflects, a hand coming up to tangle into Rose’s tousled morning curls, being Rose’s girlfriend wouldn’t be the worst thing.

[vro0m-but-not-cars]

I'm getting praised for doing the absolute easiest job of sitting in a meeting and asking the right questions at the right time for people to organize themselves I love it

Nothing better than doing something that comes so very easily to me and yet has people absolutely baffled by my competency

[fullmoonhijinks]

Kaitlyn: You’re gonna say the first word that pops into your head, okay? Ready? Kaitlyn: Sponge. Dylan: Sponge! Nick: Yellow. Jacob: Sponge. Dylan: That was mine. Kaitlyn: Let's try again. I’m gonna say “sponge” one more time, first word that pops into your head. Ready, 1, 2, 3; sponge. Dylan: Nick: Jacob: Sponge.

[shadowbannedthehedgehog]

what i hope about death is that when you die you hear and see all the ppl who are mourning you and aadjf;l myb it's a bit egotistical? but i imagine setting off like suspicious? pings when ppl i've barely even tlk to once in life hear me writing poems for them in my head lol

[anotherpapercut]

what you guys don't want to read my 9 paragraph, 1500 word response to an ask?

[haoaibai]

this made my day because

i went to this restaurant and i saw this nice ass manager and he was really friendly and basically offered anything we needed and while my family was talking to him, they had a few of piercings including lip ring and loads of badges, and they use he/him pronouns!!!!!

AND THEY TOLD ME IN SIGN LANGUAGE THAT THEY WERE A NON BINARY (gender) ARO (aromantic | romantic orientation) LESBIAN (sexuality) AND USES HE/HIM PRONOUNS (thank god my family doesn’t understand what was happening) and i told them i was nonbinary/trans who uses he/they and explained my sexuality to them since i was questioning and used queer as an umbrella term and HIS SMILE OH MY FUCKING GOD

THEN THEY GOT REALLY FRIENDLY AND MY FAMILY DIDNT NOTICE ANYTHING

when we left, we took each others numbers, AND I USED HIS PRONOUNS AND HE WAS SOBBING LIKE HE WAS GETTING ALL EXCITED AND HAPPY NZULSMSKQ

and he was super friendly to Me and my family and my family was really nice to him (even though they’re extremely lgbtqphobic) but like,, we were just really happy together

I found my queer peer !!!! LETS GOOOOO

[vulpinesaint]

generally i am not a very problematic queer person because i tend to live and let live when it comes to things (being on the receiving end of ace discourse + actually examining respectability politics + realizing that things don't fucking matter in real life really puts things into perspective lmao i'm not worried about kicking people out of the club for not like. idk. following absurd playground rules.) and therefore i do not talk about things much online HOWEVER. i think i could Become a very problematic queer person if i talked more about queer stuff online because letting people go about their lives is a VERY radical stance to take on the internet. wait until you hear how chill i am about gender and word use. i could be the controversy

[3m3wen]

She had black hair, it was dyed and I could tell she made it a habit to dye it often. It looked fluffy and soft, messy but she styled to make it look that way. I could tell she cut her hair herself, the layers choppy but with growth it didn't look bad, I know this because I've been there myself. She had this look in her eyes, or better yet, she had no look in her eyes. They were empty. Like a black hole, endless. When she looked at me, it was like those bottomless pools of ink saw through me, and right past me, like she didn't even take my existence in. I should have felt inferior, that's what I'm best at. A pretty girl like her should have made me feel inferior. But I wasn't, I was intrigued. Her nose was sharp, a bump representing her heritage. Her lips thin and her cupids bow strong, even apparent under the lipstick she used to round it out. When I first saw her, I was disturbed. Her gloominess and sorrow seeping into me the moment I laid eyes on her. The disturbance bloomed into appreciation and I saw her beauty from the inside and out. I think about those eyes often, though she will never know my true feelings for her.