#lesbian pothead

[s-4pphics]

gift basket (e.w.)

kinda cont. to this :3 meep

wc;cw: 1.6k, return of pothead!ellie and her pothead gf, weed duh, parties, mention of psychs but no actual psychs lol, fluff… UNHEARD OF, flirting and a lil sexual tension, something quick bc i miss her fr

“you tryna do acid?” you call from ellie’s small dining table, rolling up for the two of you. ellie’s attention is yanked from her device, gawking from where she sits on the couch, decked in her usual party attire: all black everything from head to toe. “the fuck did you just say?” 

“you tryna do acid?” you repeat, sealing the blunt. ellie’s eyes flick around the living room, jolting down to the blunt in your hand before they lock with yours. 

“. . . why the fuck would i do that before a party?” ellie snorts, removing and tossing her reading glasses on the coffee table before returning back to some annoying show about a blue cat with bunny for a sister. neither of you are high yet and she’s already in hysterics, wildly cackling and shoveling parmesan goldfish in her mouth.

ellie.  .  . oh, ellie. 

why won’t she fucking touch you? 

after your intense smoke session on pothead christmas, your relationship has gotten strange. not strange in a bad way; she never hesitates to invite you over to spark up, pick you up for late night drives, have study sessions (where she watches you study with eyes tinted pink). everything is exactly the same, but you don’t want it to be. 

it’s been a month since she smoked you out and rambled about her sex life, since you asked — begged her to kiss you. at this point, you would accept a fucking peck, for sucks sake! but she brushes you off every time, pushes you right back into that best friend box after every hot box. you’ve given her every sign to put it down on you, and she’s receptive. the stares she gives you, the lingering touches, the seemingly doting affection that shines beneath her pupils. it’s all there and. . . not at the same time. 

but here you are again. igniting her fucking bud before you roll out to another frat house. being high and horny simultaneously is your greatest weakness. . . especially when your little crush looks this fucking good. 

“you’re so far away.” ellie lures gently from the cushions, “c’meeere, i’m cold.” 

“. . . it’s almost june.” you note flatly. she rolls her eyes and blows a raspberry, climbing over the back of the couch and sliding in next to you, eyes glued to your working hands. she pinches the blunt between her thumb and index finger. “it’s fat as fuck, jesus christ.” she mumbles in amazement. fucking geek. 

“it’s yours. say thank you.” ellie gasps in delight and throws her arms around your neck, bending down to smack kisses on your cheek, mumbling thank you, thank you, thank you! you can’t hide your smile when you throw hers in your little baggie before shoving it in her front pocket. you pat it for good luck. “don’t crush them like you did last time. i’m gonna be hot,” you scold lightly and ellie smirks against your cheek. 

“i dunno. you’re pretty hot already.” she purrs against your face. you push her away and she giggles, jogging to get her shoes on. you follow in her lead and lace up, praying to god that she doesn’t sit on the fucking bag in the uber. 

ellie can’t stop staring at this fucking lava lamp. 

it’s gorgeous, really. . . the bright colors, the holographic glitter, the fucking. . . clay balls. are they clay? they look like stress toys floating around in uncooked egg whites that've been injected with fairy vomit—

“ellie!” 

she feels like she’s underwater, but not in a drowning, i’m-gonna-die way. she feels like a mermaid as she searches the room at your call, tunnel vision centering on every drunk face until she finds yours. you're actually right in front of where she sits on the love seat. . . right in front of someone else. . . who’s directly behind you. . . who the fuck is that? 

your brows are pulled down in concern as you shout over the blaring music, asking her if she feels okay, if she wants to leave, but she’s not focused on none of that. . . her high is about to go left in a second if this bitch doesn’t stop squeezing your ass. ellie sends you an affirming look even though her blood is sizzling beneath her skin and you nod in acknowledgement, returning your attention back to whoever you’re throwing it on. 

. . . would it be fucked up if she busted this lava lamp over this broad’s head? she doesn’t think so. 

she barely registers it. the small display in front of her is nauseating. ellie’s known you forever, and never once have you accepted a rip from somebody you didn’t know. . . so why the fuck are you ripping from a bitch you don’t know? the end of the blunt sparks a bright orange with your heavy puff, the carbon you didn’t inhale ghosting in front of your mouth. smoke leaves through your nose as you giggle, the fucking. . . bum whispering something in your ear with a tight squeeze on your waist. 

you’re shaking your head like you like it, like you’re approving of this fuckery and ellie almost vomits. she stands too quickly for her legs because she plops back down like an utter buffoon, the world spinning like a pinball. her arms extend as she searches for balance while sitting and—

whatever the fuck she was going to say vanishes when your hands come down on her shoulders, comfortingly squeezing them through her sweaty shirt. softly. ellie turns to mush as she tries to read your lips. . . maybe she shouldn’t do that; it looks like you’re saying don’t be gay. . . but ellie is gay and so are you so how the fuck would that work?

she’s being scooped up by you and. . . yeah, she’s very faded. ellie’s always prided herself in having a high tolerance to the dirty green, but she’s on one tonight. what the fuck did you put in that shit? is this why you asked her to do acid earlier? because you laced her shit? she can feel her palms getting clammy as you walk her down a dark ass hallway. . . if she had that lava lamp, maybe she could see—

a door slams shut and a lock clicks. it’s suddenly bright. ellie’s convinced she made it to heaven. . . especially when her vision focuses and she’s met with the angel that you are, eyes sparkly and twinkling like fairies in a meadow. god let her in the pearly gates. . . 

“you okay, baby? needa throw up?” your hand is on her cheek, thumb gently massaging the skin. her heart’s singing. ellie’s entranced by you and her skin heats. . . her pussy also skips a beat. a little one-two. 

“. . . baby’s okay.” she mumbles. why is her tongue so heavy? you coo at her, “wanna go home?”

ellie nods, “fuck that bitch you were grindin’ on. hope she breaks her neck. . . or somethin’ crazy, i dunno.” you choke on laughter and pull her in for a gentle hug. ellie’s heavy arms enclose around your waist. tightly. selfishly. 

“you mad i wasn’t grinding on you?” 

“duh! the fuck. . .” she slurs. “i should be grabbing ass, ‘s my. . . s’mine, fuck you.” you’re giggling into her neck and she shoves a hand in your back pocket. 

“you needa bed.” you shake your head. 

“yeah, so i can dig you out in it— “

“ELLIE— “

her laughter is uncontrollable, “yeeeah, you’re fucking mine. no more hoes for you.” 

you’re burning hot when your eyes open. . . because there’s a fucking body on top of you!

you and ellie are slung across the couch cushions, party clothes still on. ellie must’ve been awake for a minute because she sighs, breath hitting your tummy, “did you try to kill me yesterday? be honest.” 

“. . . bitch. . .”

“i’ve never been that high . . . well, that’s not true— “

“exactly.” you snicker, “how long you been up?” 

she holds up her wrist to check her imaginary stopwatch, “approximately. . . three minutes and thirty-fi— six seconds— “

“i fuckin’ hate you. get the fuck off me.” 

“hmm. . . nah, i’m good right here.” 

ellie’s head shifts on your stomach and you know she’s staring up at you, “i needa fucking shower— “

“me, too. with me?” you hear the smile in her tone. you finally gawk down at her. “you’re never hitting my shit again. what’s up with you?” 

her eyes crystallize when she shrugs, “had another dream about giving you head and now i gotta do it. follow your dreams, or whatever they say.” 

your jaw is on the floor and your stomach is in knots. “ellie—“ you gasp. 

“no, i’m not still high, and no i don’t wanna just fuck. kinda obsessed with you if last night wasn’t obvious.” she speaks so casually and it’s giving you whiplash. “i almost committed murder. that’s how pissed i was.” 

“a-at me?” 

ellie’s eyes roll, “oh my god, no. at whoever that freak was from last night. . . i don’t wanna talk about that shit anymore. i have trauma.” 

her tongue rolls over her lips and she eyes you like a vulture to a carcass, “i dunno if you ever used that shower head when you sleep over but. . .  it goes crazy.” her proposal makes you squirm and she smirks, planting a kiss on the skin of your belly. followed by another. . . and another a little lower. 

“you my girl?” she whispers against your skin, staring up at you, tongue poking out just barely to swipe on the plush area. 

“. . . maybe.” you mumble shyly, and ellie’s teeth beam. she sits up to stand and pulls you with her, guiding you out of the living room and down the hallway, into the bathroom. she snags her lighter off the counter and ignites her favorite cinnamon candle, the wick nearly gone. “for ambiance.” she whispers with a grin. 

you unbuckle the belt looped in your jeans, “pulling out the big words, huh?”

“call me thesaurus the way i make that pussy talk.” she expects you to laugh, but you don’t. you almost grab your shit and leave. . . but her laughter sounds like wedding bells. 

“just take your clothes off.” you say dryly. 

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SIKKKEEE COCKBLOCK SEASON MERRY NEW YEAR OR WHATEVER HAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAA

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

Opposites - @femslashfortnight

woagh,,, its like this opposite personality lautski fic I wrote except if what if instead,,, they,,,, were dykes,,,

[dayurno]

hello dayurno i hope you're having a nice day. recently i saw some discussion regarding the top bottom dynamics of kevjean and i wanted to ask your opinion on this, i feel like the only top jeremy truther left

hello darling what spaces are you even frequenting that people are having serious discussions about kevjean topbottom dynamics........... i'm assuming you mean k/j/jr so i will say this: do NOT let anyone make you think jeremy is not folding jean in half like laundry. i don't care if jean is 6'5 or 6'2 and if jeremy is 5'8 or 5 feet flat any hole is a goal and sister jeremy is a striker. if the people from upstairs (nora) said it themselves that jeremy is a service top no one gets to tell you shit ok

now re: kevin/jeremy well that is still true! though i will say when i think of keremy i think about budding lesbian friendships that turn into something more and bashful escalation into gay sex so i think they are definitely less hard on the roles they can play! but yes service top jeremy all the way its the belief of a lifetime. this is also why the keremy song of all time is guilty pleasure by chappell roan. self discovery is a beautiful thing and it will hit kevin like a baseball bat the way it did jeremy when he was 18 staring down kevin day from the other side of a winter banquet

[cowinthestars]

another Blight of Man shitpost for yalls pleasure

nothing quite like the strange dynamic between a stoner scientist and her alcoholic sleep-deprived boss @dxmurei

[macbxth-pdf]

Burnout, pothead Shaggy Butch + Nerdy, loser lesbian Velma Femme

[adoralopez]

debut - internalized homophobia era

fearless - comphet era

speak - fighting demons (bisexuality) era

red - first girl heartbreak era

1989 - slutty bisexual era

reputation - i hate everyone except for my gf era

lover - deadass thought i made it obvious era

folklore - shit i am a lesbian era

evermore - depressed lesbian era

midnights - cool sexy hot pothead lesbian era

[marcelthemoon]

the cuntiest southern they/them lesbian 💋

this account is 60% nsfw, 30% Doechii, and 10% silly

men / minors / terfs dni

🫶🏾 lover of butches, femmes, stems 🫶🏾

❗I only respond to messages if we're mutuals ❗

💖 5'9 femme, Pisces, dog mom, painter, and psychic pothead 💖

[wariowaretrans]

chappell roan writes songs about how the girls she likes are potheads and cinephiles...ma'am the dirtbag lesbian army is at your beck and fucking call

[s-4pphics]

its christmas morning! (e.w)

omg y’all it’s fucking 4/20 aka my thanksgiving christmas and valentine’s day😳 

wanted to write for my fav pothead for my fav holiday :O ellie ripping bongs has been imprinted on my brain since that scene in the game yall know which one i’m talking about i don't even gotta say it🙄 i am very high rn so if there’s a typo or mistake no!! there’s!! not!! love y’all bye 

wc;cw: 2.7k, oc n ellie r both in college, WEED!!! WEED WEED WEED!!!, 21 savage :p catch it, sexual tension y’all know how i get down, descriptions of sex MDNIIII, dubcon(they’re very high), ellie’s so cute but also a lil mean, hair pulling ;D

“c’moooon dude, just one hit!” ellie said with a wide grin while softly nudging your shoulder with hers, her packed and filled miniature glass bong and lighter sitting on the coffee table in front of the two of you. 

ellie had sent you a text message after you got out of your last class saying it was her favorite fucking holiday so get ur ass over here! you knew she would hate it if you—her main smoking buddy—missed out on the new bud she got from someone on campus, so you packed an overnight bag with four of your own blunts that you rolled for her(you learned that tropical breeze was her favorite flavored wrap during one of your seshes!), and made your way over to her off-campus apartment complex. you knew there was no way you were going to be able to walk home tonight since you planned to get as fried as humanly possible. 

you’d arrived inside her building and scaled the stairs to the third floor before you banged on her door. fuck, you were winded! what’s up with the elevators not working—

a muffled what’s the password?! had come from the other side of the door as you gasped for air. 

“stop playing games, i’m tired!” 

you’d heard her laugh as the door swung open, revealing an already high, smiling ellie: you were immediately hit with the smell of the weed she’d apparently already smoked. she looked so cozy, her black hoodie and gray sweatpants littered her body, her hair in a loose ponytail. you looked down at her giant frog slippers before she broke the silence between you two. 

“it’s christmas morning! welcome to my trap house!” she’d excitedly squealed out, gesturing for you to come in. 

she guided you to her and her roommate’s living room couch as she lit one of the blunts you rolled (and then another one) for you both to share. you felt relaxed after smoking them down, but you told her you needed more, and she was more than willing to give you that. she’d ran to her bedroom and grabbed her trusted friend, as she called the smoking utensil. 

“i’ve never used one of those before.” 

“…are you fuckin’ serious?” ellie asked with wide, red tinted eyes. 

“um, yeah. why would i lie?” you asked blankly.

“that’s not what i meant, you smoke pretty often so i assumed. my bad.” she put her hands up in defense at your tone. 

“you don’t need to apologize,” you said before pausing to look at the bong. it was pretty: it was clear, but there were hints of blue further down the base. it reminds you of the ocean. you stared at it before breaking the silence. 

“what does it feel like?” 

“what? hitting it?” she asked as she nodded towards the bong on the table. 

you nodded at her, and she shrugged before sarcastically answering. 

“it feels like you're smoking,” she said with dramatic jazz hands. 

you pushed her as she laughed, “obviously, bitch! i mean when you're high. people always talk about it hitting way harder than any other pipe.” 

“because it does! you choke hard as fuck if the rip is big but it feels good afterwards. you smoke, you know what i’m talking about. it’s… the peak is just more… intense with bongs? i guess, i don’t know. i can only take like…three or four good hits, not gonna lie.”

you nodded as you listened to her rambles. ellie’s tolerance was definitely higher than yours, but you could hang—which was one of the main reasons she liked to smoke with you. you always felt nervous to hit from a bong because of all of your friends' horror stories. you heard so many variations of how hard they greened out the first couple of times they did it, and though you’d never admit it to anyone, their experiences freaked you out. you always smoked weed to relax and sleep, not see god. 

“…hm.” 

“what?” ellie smirked at you when she heard your acknowledgement. 

you were looking at the bong intensely as you imagined what your high would be like if you were to smoke out of one: you’d be so embarrassed if ellie was forced to talk you down from a bad trip because you didn’t know your limits. but the mention of its intensity intrigued you. how intense would it be? would you be able to move? think? 

“you wanna hit it and see what happens?” 

her quiet voice caught your attention. you looked to your right and… oh. she was really close to you. when did she get so close? 

“…yeah.” 

you were now sitting criss crossed on the couch as ellie faced you, packed, water-filled bong and lighter in hand. 

“hitting is pretty easy, but your throat burns like crazy. this is my smallest one, but… yeah, it might choke you.” 

“‘s fine.” 

she hummed in acknowledgment before she said, “i’ll go first just so you can see.” 

you nodded as you watched her put her lips at the opening of the tube. she lit her lighter and circled her flame around the bud-stocked bowl, igniting the flower as smoke slowly began to fill the base of the bong. 

when she was satisfied with the rip, she detached the bowl from the stem and sucked in the smoke, exhaling a large cloud away from your face. she cleared her throat as she passed it to you, “see? easy.” 

you took the bong and lighter from her hands and inspected it. you heard her snort from in front of you, meeting her eyes as you looked up. “it’s not gonna bite you, dude.” 

“i fucking know that,” you said with a soft glare, making her laugh harder. 

she reached over towards the coffee table and grabbed the small baggie of your rolled blunts. she took one out and grabbed another lighter out of her hoodie pocket, lighting the end and puffed on it to ignite the weed. she hadn’t noticed that you’d been watching her the whole time with an intense gaze. 

she finally looked up at you and nodded at your occupied hands. “you gonna hit it?” 

fuck. yeah, you were. you were. you nodded hard. she mumbled out a soft you don’t have to, but you shook your head at her, yes, you do! 

you brought the opening towards your lips and looked at her for approval, earning a small nod as she exhaled her own smoke and smiling, “carry on, young pupil.” 

you lightly kicked your knee against hers, earning a soft laugh. you took a deep breath before igniting the bowl and watched smoke fill the base. you weren’t sure how long you should wait before you took a rip, so you met her eyes again, awaiting instruction. 

“you don’t need to smoke all of that. ‘s a lot.” she advised, slurring slightly, smoke pooling out of her nose as she spoke. you didn’t listen, though. 

you removed the bowl as she did, and sucked in all of it. you breathed out and instantly started coughing up both of your lungs as she laughed, grabbing you a water from the table, opening it, and passing it to you. you dropped the lighter and exchanged the large pipe for the water in her hand. “fuckin’ idiot, i told you not to.” 

you choked harder as tears flooded your eyes, but even in your time of weakness, you flipped her off. she giggled before pretending to bite it off. 

as your coughing eased, you slowly sipped from your bottle and wiped the tears off your cheeks. “bro, what the fuck.” you said dryly, sipping more water. 

she laughed hard at you as she lit and ripped from the bong again. 

some time passed and you were starting to feel… something different as you came up. you knew you were going to peak soon, but the lift was coming in much harder. much faster. it was making you a bit antsy. 

ellie must’ve noticed your unfocused looks around her living room because she aligned her eyes with yours and whispered out a hey. 

“hi… i think i feel… feel it,” you whispered back, a slight shakiness to your voice. 

“okay. want me to turn some music on?” and you nodded before she could even finish her gentle proposal. you watched her every move as she got up and swiftly made her way over to the kitchen, turning on her speaker. “what you wanna listen to?” 

“g-glock in my lap.” 

“everywhere i’m strapped,” she said as she mimed jerking off with her tongue out. she's so gross… why was it getting you hot? 

she busted out laughing at her own joke before she played it, queueing her own list of songs before returning back to the couch to get in her previous position. 

“what’s your craziest weed story?” you asked the minute she sat down, cutting mumbling of the lyrics off. 

“craziest weed story?” she asked softly as she reignited her stubbed out blunt. 

“bong story. craziest bong story,” you corrected yourself slurrily. oh, this shit was hitting. 

she huffed out a laugh before talking. “…i don’t know if you wanna hear that right now.” 

“why? was it that bad?” 

“it was the exact opposite actually.” she corrected softly. had she leaned a bit closer to you? you couldn’t tell. 

“one of the best highs of my life, to be honest. wish i could go back to that day and just to feel it again.” 

“what happened?” 

she was silent for a moment, looking into your eyes with an intense gaze. 

“i… i met this girl on hinge— don’t fucking laugh!” she said as she smiled. 

it made you laugh harder. “i’m not—i’m not trying to, i promise!” 

she rolled her eyes as she continued. “anyway, we linked up after talking for a bit, and she told me she wanted to match. i drove hours to see her, she was so fuckin’ hot.” 

you hummed as she continued, giggles completely forgotten as your vision tunneled in on her. “so, we meet and we go up to her room. i think… her roommate had company over or something, it was really noisy when i walked in. anyway, we spark up, we’re smoking, and she’s just like hit my bong with me!, and i said sure.” 

you’d been watching her lips move the entire time she was talking. she’d been biting and licking them as she reminisced while hitting the blunt, and it was making your body hot. 

“she hit it first and passed it to me, and i’m like… what the fuck do i do with this contraption? like, you have to understand that it wasn’t a bong like mine. it was wide and long as fuck and the rips were huge. anyway, she showed me but… she was so close to me. like this.”

she leaned closer to you, your noses almost touching. your breathing picked up. “she was just talking me through the first hit, light this, pull that, y’know.” 

to be frank, you didn’t give a shit about this story at all, but you would listen to it over and over again if it meant she’d be this close to your face—

“and sex while high feels so fucking good—“

“huh?” 

“what?” 

“who had sex while high?” 

“… me‘n my hinge date.” 

she squinted her eyes at you before she grinned. “were you listening?” 

“yup.” 

“right.” she said as she cheesed. 

there was silence as you both looked at each other, but she inched a little closer to you and whispered. “wanna know a secret?” 

you nodded instantly. anything anything—

“she made me cum really hard after i hit her bong, like i went completely brain dead.” 

and you sucked in a sharp breath at her little secret before saying, “i’m sure…” 

“you’re sure?” 

“yeah.” 

she nodded at you, passing you the blunt she'd been nursing before she scooted back to reach for her bong and lighter off the table. she hit it again and you watched. you watched her so closely. 

“what’d she do?” you asked as you took a bold hit before stubbing it out on the ashtray on the table.

“who? m’date?” she asked as she blew another cloud away from you. 

you nodded much harder than you should’ve, but you were so curious. 

she smiled at you before elaborating, “so… i hit it, i’m choking hard as fuck, but she’s handing me water and rubbing my back and all of that shit.” 

“i finally calmed down, and we both laid down on her bed, we’re like… facing each other,” she explained, trying to demonstrate their movements through her occupied hands. 

remember when you said you didn’t give a shit about this story? you did. you really did. 

“she just starts… rubbing on my arm and stuff. like barely, but i feel it, and i start relaxing. like… it feels like i’m sinking into her bed. she starts telling me how cute i am and whatever and then… she just kisses me. it’s real cute at first,” she said with a gentle grin. 

“but she… she grabs my hips and pulls me closer… i can’t even remember what happened but i end up on my back and she’s eating me out and fingering me,” she’d been looking off into the distance throughout the whole story, but reconnects her eyes with yours, and they slowly drift down to your lips and you want to kiss her so fucking bad—

“when i came, i kinda just… blacked out, i felt like my brain was gonna come out my ears…like, in a puddle or somethin’ crazy,” she had the audacity to giggle at her statement. she didn’t even care about how wet her story just made you, how rude! 

“…but yeah,” she mumbled and nodded, suddenly averting her gaze from your mouth. she leaned towards the bong in her hand, lighting and ripping from it again.

instead of politely blowing the smoke away from your face like she’d been doing, she held eye contact and blew the cloud towards you, and you breathed it in like you wished to breathe her in. she reached to the side to place the pipe and lighter back on her table and looked down at your twitching hands before she asked, “you okay?” 

you nodded slowly and dazed, slowly blinking at her, and she smirked as she leaned closer to you again. this was the closest she’s been to your face, and all you could do was study her. memorize every detail on her face. she's so, so pretty. 

“ellie.” 

“yeah?” she breathed out and you barely heard it. 

“kiss me.” you replied just as quietly. 

she licked her lips again as she looked down at yours. you were nearly panting like a dog and you could tell she was getting off to your desperation by the smirk on her face. 

you leaned closer to her in attempts to close the distance, but ellie moved away before you could. 

so you tried again. 

and she moved away again. and then she leaned back onto her propped elbows, one of her knees bent up. 

“c’mere.” 

you moved before you could think, shifting onto your wobbly knees to crawl on top of her, your hands on either side of her head as she straightened her legs out so you could straddle her waist.

you felt her warm hands grab your hips to squeeze them. you placed your weight on both your elbows and leaned down so you could finally kiss her. you want a kiss! you want a kiss now! 

your head was yanked back before you could connect your lips to hers, and you let out a shocked, wet gasp as you grinded down on her impulsively. you want more more more—

she snorted at your reaction before bringing her mouth up to your ear to whisper, “i want another hit.” 

her hand loosened in your hair as you watched her laugh at you with her head thrown back, a shocked expression on your face. no way she just played you like that!

“fuck you,” you said with an embarrassed pout as you sat up and moved off her lap, sitting the farthest away from her as you could. 

“i know you want to, hand me that lighter,” she said, nodding her head towards the table while giggling. 

you grabbed and threw it at her chest, making her laugh louder. 

hahaaaa i gotchu yall thought they were gonna fuck? SIKE but omg yall make sure to get high byeee

[rebelspykatie]

Clueless Steddie AU where Steve is Cher. His dad is a big hot shot lawyer who isn’t around much and can be pretty mean at times. He cheated on Mrs. Harrington with Eddie’s mom. Mr. Harrington felt guilty about it when both Steve’s mom died and Eddie’s abandoned him so he had to go live with his uncle, so he started financially supporting Eddie.

Even though Wayne didn’t want to take any kind of charity, Eddie of course vows to take this rich douchebag for all he’s worth. He butts heads with Steve at every turn because Steve’s figured out what Eddie is up to. Eddie doesn’t expect to care about Steve or feel bad about his dad basically leaving him alone in that big mansion.

Eddie holds onto the idea that Steve is a stuck up brat who’s self obsessed, even as he sees Steve helping others. He watches Steve (and Robin) get their gym teacher Jim Hopper and their art teacher Joyce Byers together. He knows that Steve is responsible for helping Will find his confidence and the dnd kids having a place to play when everyone thought they were playing a devils game. His blanket of protection has extended to people like Robin Buckley, the local lesbian who never gets bullied, even though she’s a little weird and a lot loud about her relationship with Nancy Wheeler. In fact, they all seem to be at the top of the social pyramid.

Still, Steve and Eddie don’t see eye to eye. When Jonathan Byers shows an interest in Argyle, Steve makes it known he can do better than the local skateboarding pothead, even though Argyle is the nicest guy on the planet. Eddie takes personal offense to the connotations behind the sentiment and sides with Argyle, inviting Jonathan over to console him and tell him the exact opposite.

It backfires in Eddie’s face when Jonathan blows up at Steve and tells him to stay out of his personal life because they’re not even real friends. Steve gets quiet after that, keeping to himself and hanging out less with his friends, outside of Robin. The house seems even emptier, even though Steve’s there more. He tries dating a few people that never come home with him at the end of the night.

Eddie watches him in the halls, eyes following Robin and Nancy, Mike and Will, Lucas and Max, and Jonathan and Argyle (once they do eventually get together). He always has this pained wistful look that never gets easier to look at head on. Eddie knows how much Steve craves intimacy. It’s written all over his face.

And yeah, Steve has some flaws, but he doesn’t understand why these people keep turning Steve down. He takes care of the people he loves, even to his own detriment. He’s kind, but with a fun mean girl streak that’s more entertaining than harmful to anyone. Every time Eddie sees Steve, he’s tempted to run his fingers through his soft hair. Eddie’s pretty sure Steve spends hours grooming himself to look as perfect as he does every day.

Meanwhile, Steve thinks there’s something wrong with him. At the end of Steve’s most recent failed date, Eddie was of course staying in their mansion while Wayne was working night shifts and came down the stairs at the exact moment Steve was coming home, like he was waiting for the opportunity to make fun of Steve.

They’ve gotten closer over the past few months, less biting remarks and more time watching dumb cartoons or mtv on the couch. Steve had to call Eddie for help once, when his phone died and his car was stolen. Eddie had left band practice to come pick Steve up in the middle of nowhere, much to the chagrin of his band mates. He hadn’t heard the end of it from Gareth about being the knight in shining armor rescuing the little rich boy. Eddie sticks up for Steve when Mr. Harrington’s coworkers bash Steve’s intelligence and tell him he’ll never be as smart as his father. 

Still, Steve’s surprised when Eddie meets him halfway on the stairs to talk about the failed date. Some guy called him a pretty face with nothing going on upstairs and tried to get into his pants without a thought to how his words affected Steve. Eddie reassured Steve he wasn’t an idiot and listed off all the nice things Steve had done for others recently. He didn’t realize Eddie was even paying him any attention, let alone committing those moments to memory. Eddie starts ranting about how dumb all these people Steve’s dated are and how Steve deserves better. So Steve leans over and kisses Eddie, pulling away to tell him he’s someone better. 

Also posted on twitter.

[iloveyurirah]

Giving Punch Out boxers (minus Lil Mac) songs but they're randomized in my playlist and will probably have NOTHING related to them ^_^!

(The song meanings are given out. I got all of these from sites, please correct me if I'm wrong!)

—

Aran Ryan: Aishite ita no ni (Even Though I Had Loved You) by Materu (LMFAO????)

"There was this girl who was in a relationship with this guy ("Let's become one, both in body and in soul"), but because the relationship was too toxic("I loved you, I really loved you, yet you betrayed me"), they had to put an end to it ("Before it comes to an end, let's end it together"). So in the song, the girl mourns her relationship, singing ("I believed you, I really believed you. I loved you, I really loved you")."

— (by u/ILikeSalad_owo on Reddit!)

—

Bald Bull: Likey by TWICE (I'M CRYINF HELP)

"The agony of trying to elicit a social-media "like" from a crush, as well as the struggle of maintaining a beautiful social media image."

(who you trying to impress)

—

Bear Hugger: I Want You by Mitski (DAMN.)

"‘I Want You’ tells the poetic heartbreak of a relationship that was one-sided. The song includes lyrics that explain how there was an attempt to make the relationship last, however with lacking support this led to its inevitable downfall. Mitski’s melancholic vocals portray a tone to the listener, one that is filled with a despairing plea, an exhausted attempt to save their relationship one last time with the words, “I want you”."

(Who hurt you, Bear Hugger???)

—

Disco Kid: Basketbol by Viva HotBabes (HELP, A FILIPINO SONG THAT'S JUST ABOUT BASKETBALL???)

—

Don Flamenco: Guilty Pleasure by Chappell Roan (no comment 1, should've been another song)

"The song is filled with sexual allusions and the pretty unhealtry relationship she’s having; she refers to her partner as a “pothead” and she explores the “sexually fantasizing” theme. The guilty pleasure is associated to something that makes you feel good in spite of the shame that it might bring, in this case, the chagrin comes from her depthless relationship."

—

Glass Joe: Destroy Me by Mr. Kitty (I dunno bro! No comment!)

"About someone who is in a state of despair and looking for escape from the challenges of life. The song's lyrics express a deep sense of powerlessness in the face of life's struggles, and a desire for complete destruction as a way to break free. The narrator is asking another person to "hurt me," "fight me," "kill me," and "destroy me," in order to take away the pain and anguish they're feeling."

—

Great Tiger: Less Than Three.? (YOU LOVE ME TYPING OUT MY FANTASY) By Disko Warp

"The song is about a girl getting home from school then hopping online to anticipate her conversation with her online boyfriend."

(WHO'S THE ONLINE BOYFRIEND, TIGER???)

—

King Hippo: Catallena by Orange Caramel (WHY THE LESBIAN SONG—)

"The song shows fascination towards a charming "Catallena" woman in spite of being straight, singing, "She's so great, I've fallen for her / Even as a girl"."

—

Mr. Sandman: Suki! By Cho Tokimeki Sendenbu (CUTESY SONG.)

"It emphasizes the intensity of emotions experienced when infatuated with another person. With each repetition of the word “suki,” meaning “love,” a wave of overwhelming feelings floods the listener. It’s as if the song captures the heart’s racing beats and the giddy happiness that love induces, conveying the sheer magnitude of infatuation."

—

Piston Hondo: Tell Me by Wonder Girls (wuh.)

"A song about a girl who has fallen in love." (TYPICAL! Yet still a banger)

—

Soda Popinski: Favorite by Isabel LaRosa (damn thrist trap song)

"The song shows the sesire to be cherished, chosen and favored by her romantic partner, emphasizing themes of desire and possessiveness." (help me)

—

Super Macho Man: The Bad Touch by Bloodhound Gang (????????gyat)

"A song playful and provocative exploration of human sexuality, likening it to animal behavior." (guh)

—

Von Kaiser: Your Best American Girl by Mitski (NO, WHAT THE HELL)

"The song represents the turmoil that one feels when they experience a relationship that brings them great joy, but also must come to terms with the fact that they are different from their new partner on a multitude of levels and they are likely committing to a fantasy. Mitski says that this song was inspired by “wanting so badly to fit into this very American person’s life, and simply not being able to, just fundamentally being from a different place and feeling like I would just get in the way of their progression in their life."

(First post btw! Hope it isn't too messy :' )

[cliffjumpersasscheeks]

I spent my entire shift last night coming up with this shit. You have to know restaurants to really get how accurate this is lol. I'm a fucking nerd.

So this is the 141 as line cooks/restaurant au

None of my friends know enough to get the funny

Ghost - grill/butchery (cis, gay)

Bigass knife bag don't touch it or he'll stab you

All black, wears construction boots and tac pants. Wore mask during covid and then just kept it on, everybody forgot what he looks like without it.

Baseball hat

Called ghost because he doesn't have a car and never gets rides, just kind of appears and disappears. Soap has a bet going that he lives under a bridge.

Uses collection of knives, each one hand picked. Touch and he will stab u

Favorite tongs, favorite spoons. Touch and he will stab u

Plain apron, tied in front so people can't untie it from behind

Sober for 5 years

Closes pit with Price every night so Roach can get to class

Doesn't talk much at all, but has the loudest 'behind, hot' you've ever heard

Arms covered in oven burns

Soap - sautée (cis, pansexual)

Full set of globals, everyone teases him about it. Canvas knife roll

Refuses to wear a hat

Colorful chef coats plus leather/denim hipster apron. Traditional shoes, jeans

Always has a band aid on at least one finger

Has the Aux at all times

Called soap because he started out as dish at the restaurant

"front man" for when deliveries or inspections happen

Functional alcoholic and pothead

Flirts with every single server in existence, somehow gets laid every weekend

Drives a purple jeep with red rims

Price - executive (cishet, massive ally)

Apron always hanging untied - constantly either going to smoke or coming back from smoking. Cigarette in his mouth or behind his ear at all times

Hat from game

Never wears a chef coat, always wearing slouchy t shirts from vendors or events.

Ancient steel toe clogs, classic black kitchen pants

Set of old school beat up German knives, keeps them very sharp. Leaves his leather knife bag at work.

Problems with authority, especially Graves. Will stand up for any of his cooks. Makes sure that the line and dish eat, whether he's supposed to make a staff meal or not.

Yells during service and then apologizes.

Closes dish every night with Ghost so that roach can make it to class.

Everyone banishes him to the parking lot when an inspection happens

Drives a 2009 dodge minivan

Gaz - garmo/pastry (he/they, bisexual)

Went to culinary school, always wears coats from previous jobs (all Michelin star places somehow), traditional checked pants, and those steel toe pumas. Bracelets and striped apron.

Exclusively uses Japanese knives, flat pack hard knife case

Slips roach messed up deserts all night

Always messing with new menu ideas and platings, also helps Price with the bookkeeping

Deeply despises Graves and makes a big show of saying yes sir while glaring at him

Drives a hybrid gray truck

Roach - dish pit (enby, ace?)

Newest addition, paying their way through night classes at the community college.

Sweats and college or event t shirts

Sneakers that Gaz passed down to them

Called roach because one came out of the drain on their first day and they jumped so hard they fell over the mop bucket

Sleeps in the dry storage during slow nights

Basically the kitchen mascot

Terrible haircut that soap gave them on the back dock

Vapes and is embarrassed that they like the girly flavors

Rides electric scooter everywhere unless Price gives them a lift

Kate Laswell - gm (cis, lesbian)

Will make servers cry, still the best boss

Constantly annoyed at Price (sibling vibes)

Hates Graves

Drives a suburu and will kill you if you make a gay joke about it

Graves - owner

Piece of shit

Drives a tesla

Never to be found on busy nights or events, but likes to take credit

Shit talks every generation after his

Always wearing suit pants and shirt with Patagonia vest

[cantsayidont]

Moviez:

INHERENT VICE (2014): Excellent Paul Thomas Anderson adaptation of the 2008 Thomas Pynchon novel, a '70s hippie-stoner riff on Raymond Chandler's Philip Marlowe, starring Joachim Phoenix as pothead P.I. Doc Sportello, who is drawn into a complex scheme involving his ex-girlfriend Shasta (Katherine Waterston) and her missing real estate mogul boyfriend (Eric Roberts). Long and leisurely paced, retaining most of the novel's convoluted plot and a good deal of Pynchon's deadpan humor, INHERENT VICE is not nearly as bleak as the detective films of the era in which it's set (e.g., Robert Altman and Leigh Brackett's cruel 1973 adaptation of Chandler's THE LONG GOODBYE, to which both versions of VICE are often compared), but Anderson plays reasonably fair with the mystery, and, like the novel, treads a pleasingly considered line between the doomed romanticism of the genre's hard-boiled antecedents and wistful nostalgia for the dreams of a mostly vanished era. It's also one of Phoenix's career-best performances (although his gruesome muttonchops aren't easy to stomach), with a strong supporting cast (including Josh Brolin, Reese Witherspoon, Benicio Del Toro, and Martin Short), and Anderson makes the inspired decision to translate big chunks of the novel's third-person prose to a voiceover by Joanna Newsom (as Doc's hippie friend Sortilège). CONTAINS LESBIANS? In passing, courtesy of the ever-delightful Hong Chau. VERDICT: Extremely satisfying if you can tune into its particular wavelength — the only PTA film to date that I actually enjoy.

L.A. CONFIDENTIAL (1997): Glossy but annoyingly defanged Curtis Hanson adaptation of the hardboiled James Ellroy novel, about a battle of wills between three LAPD detectives — twitchy thug Bud White (Russell Crowe), slick hustler Jack Vincennes (Kevin Spacey), and brittle college boy Edmund Exley (Guy Pearce) — surrounding a high-profile robbery/homicide and its politically charged aftermath in 1953 Los Angeles. Highly acclaimed at the time, the film hasn't aged well: It's well-cast and well-acted, and it still looks great, but Hanson and Brian Helgeland's script excises about half of the novel's sprawling, squalid plot (sometimes neatly, sometimes not) and eventually squanders too much credibility trying to contrive a facile good-guys-vs.-bad-guys resolution, culminating in a preposterous new ending that ties everything up in a neat bow in ways the novel pointedly does not. (Ellroy has since disowned the film, although it's still better than the disastrous Brian De Palma adaptation of Ellroy's THE BLACK DAHLIA a decade later.) CONTAINS LESBIANS? Only fleetingly. VERDICT: Scaling down the novel's scope and nastiness isn't always a bad thing, but it sacrifices far too much moral complexity in the process.

LAST EXMAS (2024): Cute but very slight lesbian romcom about two former high school girlfriends (Elena Milo and Shaeane Jimenez), who are drawn together again when they both return to their small hometown for Christmas 10 years after their breakup. Appealing leads compensate some for the lulls in the sitcomish script and the frequent overacting of costar Raven Maducdoc, as a gossipy busybody the protagonists knew in high school. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Prominently! VERDICT: Never really departs from formula, but pleasant gay background noise for those who can't resist a seasonal glass of eggnog.

NEXT OF KIN (1982): Well-crafted if deliberately paced Australian horror-thriller about a young woman named Linda Stevens (Jackie Kerin) inheriting the small nursing home on her estranged mother's rural estate, which might be haunted. Has definite overtones of THE SHINING with a soupçon of PSYCHO, with strong atmosphere and a very '80s synth score by Klaus Schulze of Tangerine Dream, although the understated story withholds any real action until nearly the end, and the explosive finale (which loops back around to the opening scene) lacks a certain final punch. Kerin is very good — she's nearly the whole show — as is John Jarratt as Linda's hunky lunkhead ex-boyfriend, who's hoping for another shot. CONTAINS LESBIANS? No. VERDICT: Doesn't quite live up to its lofty modern critical standing, but an interesting, effective slow-burn thriller. CW for sexual assault near the end.

Teevee:

ANGELYNE (2022): Smugly malicious, fictionalized five-part pseudo-documentary about self-made Los Angeles celebrity Angelyne (here played by Emmy Rossum), whose cryptic self-promoting billboards and pink Corvettes were L.A. local color for years. There are several ways one could potentially approach Angelyne as a phenomenon, from a commentary on celebrities becoming famous for being famous to just leaning into her fantastical internal narrative like a Francesca Lia Block novel, but the show is mostly a mean-spirited, self-conscious period piece whose main object is to sneer contemptuously at self-deluded losers à la Paul Thomas Anderson's repulsive BOOGIE NIGHTS. There are occasional flashes of visual inspiration, like the "Galaxina" sequence in Ep. 3 and the fantasy sequences in the finale, but nothing in the story ever really justifies the nastiness of the narrative approach, which I found almost as off-putting as Rossum's lead performance, an unsympathetic caricature that becomes particularly indefensible in the final episode, dealing with Angelyne's generational trauma as the daughter of Holocaust survivors. CONTAINS LESBIANS? No. VERDICT: No matter how full of shit the real Angelyne might be, she's done nothing to deserve this sneering hatchet job.

THE FIRM (2012): Terrible one-season TV spinoff of the John Grisham legal thriller, with attorney Mitch McDeere (Josh Lucas) and his too-loyal wife Abby (Molly Parker) trying to rebuild their lives 10 years after bringing down Mitch's mobbed-up previous firm, only to find they've made some even more dangerous enemies. The first three-fourths of the season, with Martin Donovan and Tricia Helfer (of BATTLESTAR GALACTICA) as villains, is unbearably stupid and frequently offensive, and Mitch might well be the least competent TV defense lawyer in the entire history of the medium. The final half-dozen episodes, which shift focus to the mob catching up with Mitch, are better, but still not very good. Josh Lucas is a hopelessly uncharismatic lead, a real millstone around the show's neck; Callum Keith Rennie has charisma, but is hopelessly miscast as Mitch's ex-con brother/investigator, and Juliette Lewis is completely wasted as Mitch's sassy secretary. CONTAINS LESBIANS? No. VERDICT: Decidedly infirm. CW for an upsetting sequence in Ep. 14 where Abby is kidnapped and tortured.

[not-freyja]

This 1️⃣ goes out to all the horny 💏 couples out there who are thinking 🤔 of getting rowdy 🔞 this 💌Valentines💮 day evening: 👍 👎DO ❌️ NOT👍 👎 If you do your child 🧒 will be born 👏 a ♏SCORPIO♏

Now, why ❓️ don’t ❌️ we like Scorpio's♏?

For starters, “Scorpio” has 7️⃣ letters 🔠. 7️⃣ letters 🔠: 7️⃣ deadly ☠️ sins ✝️ 🙅‍♀ Now, what are the 7️⃣ deadly ☠️ sins? Wrath, Sloth, Gluttony, Envy 👏👏 Envy is associated with the color GREEN 💚 What else is green 💚? Marijuana. Just 1️⃣ more pothead in the world 🗺️. LAME.

Now where is pot 🍲 legal? Canada 🇨🇦, Washington, Colorado, Oregon, Alaska, airplane ✈️ bathrooms if the pilot’s 👨‍✈️ chill. And where can 🥫 planes ✈️ take you? California 🕶. And what’s on California’s state flag 🚩? A BEAR 🐻. Your child 🧒. Is gay 👨‍❤️‍👨.

(I'm so sorry babe, I had to 🤣)

This has been sitting in my inbox filling me with both amusement and rage for several days. I finally have a coherent response.

Lesbianism as birth control. Your argument is invalid. So there!

[thepigeonblue]

(Matchup for Lulu🌸)

Hi baby!! I was hoping to get either overwatch or arcane matchup (either or is lovely!)

-for the basics run down, I'm looking for a romantic matchup but platonic is just as fun. Im AFAB (she/her), lesbian :)

-personality wise I easily cater my humor and demeanor for whoever im talking it (a bit of a ppl pleaser tbh) but overall I'm a bit introverted but warm up very easily. I joke a lot and my mind goes faster than my mouth sometimes, before I trust people I'm more on the calmer quiet side (still like making people laugh though). I am a little blunt but never in an insuilting way- (I tend to rat myself out a lot lmao) typically the wine aunt of friend groups.

-looks wise I'm a bit on the shorter side (5'1") and I have a good mix of lean muscle and some subtle curves (lost a lot of weight so I just have my legs and ass left-) I have a round face, im pretty pale and have medium length curly dark brown hair, I have glasses (dont wear then as much as i should) and I dress in a very 2000s-2010s way (heels, skinny/flare jeans, zip ups, camis, hoop earrings etc-) I love thrifting my clothes. Also I love makeup but if I could stick to one thing it would be my fluffy false lashes :)

-hobbies and overall interests, I really like knitting (ive tried crochet but knitting is more calming), I working on becoming a tattoo artist soon, I draw a bit, I like thrifting and going to garage sales, I did sparring/boxing for a bit, I'm a pothead (ive cut down a bit though!) And I like listening to music (Kali uchis, tommy February, Jinjer [metal band from 🇺🇦] and mitski) I also know ASL as *technicly a first language, and still use it today

That felt like a lot but I hope it was enough to mgroups.make something cool- have a great day/night!! TYSMM

Thanks so much for requesting, I love doing these!

Overwatch

Kiriko!

As soon as you meet she picks up on your people-pleasing habit and decides she needs to know more about you. 

Like your real sense of humour, which is definitely a core foundation in the relationship.

You’re always making each other laugh, even after a (rare) argument.

Kiriko is an easy person to warm up to, I can’t imagine it takes very long at all. Not if she has anything to do with it anyway.

She finds your ‘wine aunt’ tendencies hilarious. If you both need to complain about someone, she’ll casually open up a conversation with something along the lines of

‘__  seems… well.’ 

to test the waters. 99% of the time you both like/dislike the same people though, so that can give way to a recreational bitching session.

Much like two sassy wine aunts.

You both know ASL which is handy.

It makes for a form of personal communication between just the two of you that, I’d imagine, most people you surround yourself with don’t understand.

It’s intimate, in a way. If you’re out with a group together and one of you wants to leave, you can communicate that and slip away without anyone else knowing.

Also linking back to complaining about people, WELL. That’s just a whole new world.

You have similar styles when it comes to clothes, but not in a way that makes you look boring, just coordinated.

I feel like Kiriko would have pretty basic music taste, but she’s an open minded person and would give you the aux when driving without complaint. You’d at least have some Mitski in common

(Even if the occasional ‘oh I’ve heard this song on TikTok’ drives you mental sometimes)

Actually I take that back I can see you converting her into a Kali Uchis fan

Oh thrifting and garage sales are a MUST. She loves that as well, although she lingers for so long.

But with Kiriko, the time passes easily and you’ve had such a good time you don’t even realise you’ve spent an hour looking at some dude’s car boot.

She’ll call them dates, even if it’s just going out to get something for the house. Or if it’s basically just hanging out.

But she goes ‘Cool, it’s a date!’ In a way that’s far too self-assured for you to object in any way.

Runner up: Mercy

Arcane

Jinx!

It’s another relationship based on humour with her (sorry, I realise there’s a slight pattern here)

But it’s much less serious, even when it maybe should be.

This girl INSTANTLY took a liking to you. And she wasn’t even sure why. But she made no secret of her opinion, always bugging you to get you to stay and talk to her, making up excuses to get your input on something, making little trinkets and giving them to you.

‘Hey, hey!! I made this, isn’t it cool??’

‘Oh, yeah it’s pretty cool’

‘Well you can have it if you want it so bad, here, take it, don’t mention it.’

And just like that the conversation has moved on.

Once you’re actually close enough that she can just verbally request your presence for the sake of having you around, she does that a lot.

Dates/hangouts could range from just hanging around listening to music to pulling shenanigans and pranks together.

She’d approve of your music taste, you definitely have a blend playlist that she puts on when you’re just hanging out.

Her working on her gadgets, you knitting, with your playlist on, the silence between you interrupted with a

‘Is this mine or yours?’ As a Jinger song comes on, to which she shrugs.

She’d encourage you to practice tattooing on her

Whether you accept or not- she’s pretty reckless with her body.

‘I trust you to not do a penis on my face or something, just like- you need REAL practice, right???’

You’re both around the same height, Jinx having maybe an inch over you and never letting you forget it.

But to everyone else you’re just two gremlins joined at the hip

Well, she’s much more gremlin than you. Obviously. 

You regulate her though. Shes not very consistent, so this doesn’t apply all the time, but she’s generally calmer around you.

It’s either she’s that loud, obnoxious way teenage boys get around their crushes (she wants to impress you) or she’s totally subdued, still very strange- she can be herself with you at least- but calmer. Like she’s afraid of scaring you off.

There’s a lot of that fear of losing with her, which can be a headache to deal with in itself, but if you have the patience and gentle hand she’ll be okay. 

[its-ysa-babe]

Hey babes, I’m Ysa, pronouns she/her, 21 yo Aqua/Pisces cusp (literally don’t know my t.o.b.) I’m a hyperfemme poly lesbian looking for other femmes to be… good friends with 🤩

I’m a kinky switch through and through, my limits are fluids (oh shit wait, I’m a squirter 🫣) but that’s pretty much it. I will post ab dark kinks from time to time, just warning you… ;)

I’m hot n bothered almost 24/7 so if I’m online I’m most likely hornyposting, feel free to send me asks and chats that are sft or nsft, I’m very chatty and love to listen and have good convos!

I don’t give nudes and am not open to meets irl, mostly because I’m a somewhat relevant model in the west coast entertainment sphere and I wanna stay… well as anonymous as I can yk. But my PFP is my simself (she’s deadass me except with uninked skin and no pores), might post cute edits of her if anyone would like, also it’s dorky but I love making sims in my spare time so if anyone wants to give my sim a girly to have a brat autumn with then you can always send me reference pictures n I’ll try to make you into her sim gf lolll anyway: ciao babes!

My blog is trans/gnc and 420 friendly, femme transbians and femmbies I love you and I’ll love you even more if you’re a pothead ⋆✴︎˚⋆🚬