#lesbians and their gay best friend

[amessformiles]

“it’s just me and you, and you and me, just us… and your friend steve” ahhh screenshot (/j /lh)

[kensatou]

what if i risked my life and put up (affectionate) with your unhinged monsterfucker brother to save you. and then revealed i was an expert in illegal black magic just so i could resurrect you from a pile of bones. and what if i later explored your body in the bath. and you laced our fingers together and offered to share your energy with me. and what if after all that… there was only one bed. what then.

update: it's been ANIMATED. gifs here

[laurellala]

Fun fact! This was the real tipping point that made Edgeworth run away after AA1, they just couldn't show it on screen because they didn't have the rights to Chappell Roan's music <3

(A spiritual successor to my "Hot to Go" joke from this post. Image description under the cut below)

[Image ID: a four page black and white comic of characters from ace attorney.

The Judge stands solemnly at his podium holding a gavel "Mr. Miles Edgeworth, you are on trial for the murder of blah blah blah..."

A cheerful Maya Fey leans over to Miles Edgeworth, who is staring straight ahead and looking very concerned

Maya: "Psst! Mr. Edgeworth! If you win your trial, can I show you Chappell Roan?

Miles: "What the hell, sure." Internally he thinks "Oh God I am going to jail"

A box saying "later" in the top corner of the next panel marks the passage of time.

The Judge smiles as he says "I declare you... Not Guilty!"

We see a full body shot of Maya dancing excitedly while Miles looks on, emotionless

Maya: YIPPEE omg you're going to LOVE this

Miles internally thinks "oh no, the consequences of my actions.

We see Miles standing in between Phoenix Wright and Maya looking apprehensive. Maya beams in excitement, while Nick puts a reassuring hand on Miles' shoulder

Miles: Alright, so what is this exactly?

Nick: She's a pop musician Maya really likes

Maya: You promised you'd let me show you, and it's legally binding because you said it in a court room!

Miles: That is not how the law works Ms. Fey

Maya: Shh just listen!

We see a panel of Miles' pensive face concentrating as he listens to "Hot to Go". He thinks to himself "hm".

Another panel zoomed in more. His pensive expression has grown more tense/confused as he listens to "Red Wine Supernova". he again thinks to himself "Hm" in a larger thought bubble.

We zoom out again to see Nick, Miles, and Maya standing together again. Miles stares forward blankly, eyebrows raised. Maya excitedly leans in.

Maya: Ok, that's her whole discography. So! What did you think?

Nick looks at him, waiting for his response

We get a panel of Miles, looking bewildered. He starts to speak "I..."

We cut again to see the three of them standing together.

Miles: I... don't think I like women?

Miles looks shocked and confused. Nick is bent over laughing, using a hand on Miles's shoulder to support himself. Maya looks outraged and appalled!

Maya: MR. EDGEWORTH! Just because you don' like her musi it doesn't give you an excuse to be sexist!

We see a panel of Miles looking stressed and confused. He leans his head on one of his hands, which messes up his hair, showing how he isn't his normal put together self.

Miles: I should rephrase that. What I mean is, Ms. Roan is clearly VERY assured in her feelings towards women. I was... unaware that anyone felt that strongly. I thought we all viewed these things with a vague sense of distaste and unease but collectively ignored it. Like how we do with climate change.

We zoom out again to see the three of them. Miles stands in the middle looking deeply uncomfortable and lost in thought, vibrating with unease. Nick and Maya exchange deeply concerned glances across from him.

With lingering unease, Miles begins to walk away.

Miles: Well, I should be going then. Goodnight.

Nick hesitantly raises a finger to point out an inaccuracy in that statement

Nick: It's four in the afternoon-

he gets interrupted by Miles who repeats firmly: I said Goodnight

Nick looks in the direction Miles walked off in.

Nick: ...He'll be ok, right?

Maya reassures him: Of cours Nick! I mean, what's the worst that can happen?

Jump cut to a closeup of Nick's hand holding Miles' letter which reads Miles Edgeworth chooses death in all caps. Then, below in smaller font, it says Also femininomenon was really good, thanks.

We see a panel of Nick glaring wordlessly at Maya as he holds the letter in his hand. Maya leans against the wall and looks away, whistling, trying to look innocent to avoid blame.

As a bonus, we also have a page that takes place a year later. Miles and Nick stand talking. Miles looks calmer now, and Nick smiles encouragingly.

Miles: In my time in Europe, I've been examining myself and my approach to law. Ultimately, the most important focus must be justice. We owe it to ourselves and to the people we serve

Nick: Wow, that's really inspiring Edgeworth. And, uh, hows the... the other thing going?

We get a zoomed in panel of Miles glaring menacingly at a suddenly nervous Nick

Jumping out again, Miles turns his back to Nick as he continues to talk

Miles: So as I was saying, justice is truly so important...

Nick nervously rubs the back of his neck wearing an awkward expression as he sweats nervously. He thinks to himself internally "Ooookay then, clearly still working through some things there"

/.End ID]

[boyslovegirlslove]

Petrichor — Episode 5 (WeTV)

[laswells-ashtray]

It isn't the first time John has been accused of being involved with or wishing he was involved with Kate. It drives him insane because absolutely not. There's no denying Kate is smart, her quick wit rivals his and she's obviously beautiful. But John has a certain Russian pilot in his bed and that is all he needs. He's accused of wanting her because he treats her with more respect than anyone else in the field, he'll never make the mistake of underestimating her because he knows better and if he didn't know her so well he'd fear her. Kate is undeniably his best friend, much to her own displeasure and if anything she's like a sister to him. He'd take a bullet for her every time and she'd smack him over the back of the head for it every time.

He doesn't want Kate in the slightest. The only thing he wants from her is her wife's fucking pasta recipe.

[gyudons]

friends supporting friends

[magical-girl-trucy]

Now listen: I do not ship Junithena. HOWEVER, I like the idea that everyone would think they were in a relationship because of how annoyingly sappy they are. They are very much in love. As friends. Platonic soulmates. But everyone else just sees them say these gay-ass lines and think otherwise.

[girlboyburger]

today i realized i could draw anything i want, so.

i drew myself a girlfriend

[tubapun]

All of my edits so far of this particular graphic from the A Girl's Best Friend line

If you have a particular pride flag you'd like done lmk and I'll try and do it!! These are free to use as icons, credit appreciated if you do so

[emthimofnight]

A full body ref of my Blazamy fan kid, Camellia! She's very polite, kind-hearted, but fiery. She is Stellar's childhood best friend, and has had a crush on her since they were little. Stellar is unaware.

[sommerbueckers]

𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝⁷

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✰ 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐞𝐞𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠

✰ 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨...

✰ 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐤

✰ 𝐰𝐜 :: 𝟏.𝟕𝐤

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I COULD PRACTICALLY FEEL the sweat dripping off my body as me and Noella wrote down our answer on our whiteboard. The question was, 'Who is the only president to serve two non-consecutive terms?' I was a mastermind when it came to history and random facts, and after carefully reading everyone else's face, I knew they were toast.

"Okay, who's ready?" Micah asked.

"We are," Noella smiled proudly, crossing her arms and leaning back on the couch.

"Mom?" I called, glancing at her.

"Bring it on," she made 'come here' motions with her fingers and laughed along with my dad.

"Okay, everyone flip your boards. And the answer is..." Micah trailed off as he reached forward to flip the card over and read the answer, "damnit! Grover Cleveland."

Noella stood up and jumped around, throwing her hands in the air. "Let's effing go! Let's effing gooo!" she sang.

"Bro sit down," Micah groaned, covering his face with his hands.

Paige shook her head, setting the board down beside her on the couch. "Right, y'all ain't win yet."

"You're right," I nodded, "but we might as well have the way the scores are lookin'." I stood up slowly and shrugged, beginning to join Noella in whatever dance she had found herself doing now.

My mom and dad laughed from their seats on the couch, Micah looked about ready to die, and Paige held a look that I couldn't quite read. She was comfortably leaning back on the couch, her eyebrows raised as she watched Noella and I dance around in circles.

"How about we make this interesting," she suddenly suggested.

Everyone calmed at her words, urging her to go on.

"You guys are way ahead of everybody else in general points, right?"

"That's right," Noella sassed, earning a laugh from me.

"Okay. So let's make the final game all or nothing," Paige said.

Micah dapped her up, "Best fuckin' idea ever, i'm down."

"Of course you are Mickey, you're losing," our dad laughed quietly, shaking his head.

"No literally, someone is clearly a sore loser," I snorted.

"I'm not a sore loser. I just think that if we're gonna let them keep all their points, then we may as well call it a night. Nobody is gonna catch up to them in one game," he defended.

"What's the game?" Noella asked curiously, obviously debating in her head.

"And you can't pick basketball!" I chimed in.

"I was thinkin' Twister," Paige smirked.

I tensed up at the mention of Twister. It wasn't that I didn't like the game, but the thought of having to twist and bend around Paige with my brother watching us made me slightly uneasy. My body had a mind of its own when I was around Paige, and who knew what the night would bring.

"Ou, hard pass," my dad frowned, "these legs don't work like they used to I tell ya."

"Yeah kids that's too much for me, i'm getting too old for anything that isn't a board game," my mom added soon after. "But you guys should go ahead."

"You sure?" I quirked an eyebrow.

"Positive," the woman sighed and stood up with my father following suit, "just make sure y'all clean up whatever mess you make."

"We gotchu mama c," Noella reassured her, giving her a hug goodnight.

"Goodnight you four, don't stay up too late," my dad pointed at us sternly, narrowing his eyes specifically at Micah and Paige before he and my mom disappeared upstairs.

I glanced at my phone, 12:32. Tossing it onto the couch I nodded my head, "Alright, let's do it."

Micah stood up and headed to the basement to get the game while Paige, Noella, and I moved the furniture around to set it up. Noella, out of breath after hardly helping to lift the coffee table, left to the kitchen to get something to drink, leaving Paige and I alone for the first time that night.

Paige sat back down on the couch with a huff, resting her hands behind her head and staring at me. "You excited to play?" she asked me, the ghost of a smirk on her face.

"To play and kick your ass? Of course," I shrugged simply, avoiding her eyes. I couldn't let her know how flustered I was getting at the idea of me on top of her again...or her on top of me. I sat down opposite of her, fiddling with the loose threads on the couch.

"If you can even focus," she challenged.

"What makes you think I won't be able to?" I challenged right back, but she was nowhere near as bothered as I was. In fact, I doubt she was bothered at all.

I could see Noella standing in the doorway of the kitchen, she was holding onto the frame as she slid up and down it in an oddly seductive way. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her lips parted.

What a sick fuck.

She stifled her laughter when she reentered the living room, Micah coming in not long after with a dusty Twister box in his arms. He set it down on the floor and roughly pulled the cap off, "Me and Noella, you and Paige," he pointed.

"Why're we switching the teams?" Noella frowned.

"We're not, but i'm not playing Twister with my sister. So we'll each send someone from our team to represent us."

"Oh, he's a smart boy," Noella nodded with an impressed expression.

"We'll go first," Paige offered, quickly raising her brows at me and standing up from her seat not the couch. "Are you spinning for me?"

"Yeah," Micah said. Noella moved to sit next to him, their legs touching from how close they were. Nobody thought anything of it, nobody except for Micah whose head was practically spinning. "Y'all ready?" he asked.

With the nods of our heads, Micah flicked his fingers at the spinner and everyone watched in anticipation as the arrow went in circles around the colors. When it finally stopped, Paige had to put her right hand on a red circle. Then it was Noella's turn to spin, and following that was me putting my left hand on green.

Paige's left foot on green.

My right foot on blue.

Paige's left hand on green.

My right hand on blue.

I was facing the floor, bent over underneath Paige who was no doubt enjoying every second of this. I could see Noella out of the corner of my eye, she was shaking her head and smirking. She was the only one who knew just how painfully awkward this was for me, and I couldn't even blame her when she failed to hold back a laugh.

Micah frowned, "How does this game even work? Like how do you win?"

"Whoever falls first I guess," Noella shrugged in response. "Just take your turn."

Micah rolled his eyes but listened nonetheless. "Paige," he called out, "right foot on yellow."

"Bet," she nodded.

I waited patiently for Paige to take her turn while Micah watched Noella spin. Suddenly, I felt a slight pressure between my legs. I looked down immediately to find Paige right knee being the source, her leg angled at just the right position to reach me. I could hear her laughing from behind me, and when I turned to glare back at her, she pressed her knee in harder.

I bit my lip to stop an involuntary moan from slipping out, letting my head fall low on my shoulders.

"Left hand on green sonnie," Noella stated.

I put my left hand on green, and Paige moved her knee around on me. My foot slipped from the circle it was on, briefly closing around Paige's knee and sending a wave of pleasure through me.

"Oh," I sighed out.

Paige's own stability faltered before she allowed herself to fall on top of me. We went down with a slight Thud! and Noella threw her hands in the air again.

"Paige fell first! We win!" she shouted.

"How?! Sonnie's foot slipped!"

"Doesn't matter, she didn't fall, Paige did."

"I think I like this position," Paige mumbled quietly to me, "i'll have to remember this for later."

She pushed herself off of me and turned me over, helping me up. I glanced at her with slightly wide eyes as we moved to make ourselves comfortable on the couch, taking the spinner from Micah and Noella. We sat beside each other, but I could barely focus on what we were supposed to be doing.

"Stay up tonight," Paige whispered, pretending to scratch the side of her head when she looked at me.

"Left foot on yellow Nola," I said before lowering my voice to a whisper to respond to the blonde beside me, "for what?"

She nudged my thigh with her own, "you know what."

"Maybe I don't," I said, casually resting my arm on one of her shoulders. "and need you to tell me."

Paige turned to me, her eyes falling down to my lips before she looked back up at me. I could feel her breath warm the tip of my nose, and my tongue darted across my lips.

"Right hand on blue," Paige called out, her eyes not leaving mine.

I pressed my thighs together, turning away from her as I took the spinner. She rested her hand on my thigh, lightly tracing shapes on the soft skin. I squirmed a bit, "Right..." pull yourself together Sommer, "right hand on red."

"Spread your legs..."

"Paige, no," I whisper yell, "not right here."

"You're no fun."

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MY HEAD WAS BURIED deep in my pillow as Paige pounded in and out of me. I moaned into the soft cushion, my fingers coming around the bedsheets to grab two full handfuls. I felt her gather my hair into a makeshift ponytail, yanking my head back up. She pressed a kiss to my shoulder, slightly moving aside the strap of my top.

"You're so good at being quiet," she breathed out.

I could feel my release building inside of me, my walls clenching tightly around the strap.

"Paige..." I whined.

Letting go of my hair, she fully pressed her chest against my back, the sides of our faces touching.

"You're gonna...make me...cum," I said between breaths, tilting my head as she started to kiss my neck. She picked up her pace, her grunts filled the room and she slithered her hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. I moaned uncontrollably into her hand, screwing my eyes shut as I felt the pleasure become overwhelming.

Her phone buzzed from my bedside table, she ignored it.

"You wanna cum baby?" she whispered into my ear.

I nodded eagerly, not even caring how pathetic I looked. It was what Paige wanted, and I would always give her what she wanted.

"C'mon then, cum for me."

Her permission was like a key to a locked door, that door being the orgasm I had managed to hold off for the last thirty seconds.

My cum spilled out onto her strap, pouring out of me like water out of a faucet. Sweaty and completely fucked out, I let my head fall back into the pillow. Paige slowly pulled out of me, taking the strap off and setting it down onto the floor. She crawled up next to me and stroked her hand over my matted hair, "So pretty..." she mumbled.

"You can't even see me," I said, my voice muffled.

"I don't have to."

Slowly, I lifted my head to meet her eyes. She was staring at me with the most tender eyes anyone had ever given me. It was in that moment that I couldn't even believe I had questioned her feelings for me, Paige had to have feelings for me. We had sex anytime she came home from school, and it wasn't casual, not to me.

She stood up from the bed and stretched, "We should probably go back down, don't wanna fall asleep up here or nothin'," she suggested.

I nodded in agreement, "I'm gonna freshen up first."

"Yeah, you need it," she snorted, raising her eyebrows.

I grabbed the nearest pillow I could find and launched it over at her, "Fuck you," I laughed.

"I'd let you but you're all fucked out," she pouted mockingly and opened my door, "see you downstairs."

Damn...that's it?

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[culssi]

It’s pride month wooo

Idk you probably know this, I’m aroace! I love being aroace :) to me it just doesn’t feel right to ever be in a sexual or romantic relationship but I love having friends and I love my best friend Gracie ( @llserenell . Celebrate this gay)₊˚⊹♡

Undercut for ugly ass Alastor drawing I did

Aroace king ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

[brainrot-landfill]

just finished arcade’s companion quest. nobody talk to me

[nat-20s]

Tenth Doctor's gender with Rose: Alison bechdel gender

Tenth Doctor's gender with Martha: wretched little man

Tenth Doctor's gender with Donna: pronouns are the/bit

[spoonbf]

syd and stan 🤝 spoon and ema

u see my vision

[sillygoofyqueer]

Crowyuan and Sha Hualing, jingling outfit buddies. Hehe.

Once Sha Hualing ‘determines’ Binghe is a cut-sleeve only, and maybe gets a girlfriend, they should become friends. They’d be the ultimate mean girl duo.

If you’ve been up to something bad, and you hear jingling coming down the hall, you’d better run! They will either verbally or literally eviscerate you! Maybe both!

Sha Hualing sometimes gains everyone's attention by just violently shaking Shen Yuan around - honestly, it's like a whole bank is in those pockets with how loudly he jingle jangles. He kind of lets it happen, blinking around in confusion as everyone goes silent; I like to think he's become immune to how loud he sounds if he so much as trips without muffling talismans on, so everyone's reactions confuse him as he's placed back down onto the floor. They're the kind of people you'd see gossiping in court, giggling and absolutely slaughtering people with words alone as they admire each other's shinies - yes, SHL sometimes has to stop SY from stealing them, but she finds it hilarious and he just REALLY wants those shinies. They get each other the best gifts because they both always just want jewellery, okay??