#lesbians unite

[lesbian-hannibal]

idea cred @craqueluring <3

[missessweetabode]

lesbians unite

[m3tth4ws]

canadian captains — all star game 2024 © dave sandford / getty images

[childalien]

one day i’ll be able to put into words how disconnected i used to be from my femininity until i was in a butchfemme relationship. how it used to sit around my throat and choke me and i dreaded the thought that people looked at me and saw “girl.” the way i pushed and protested and spit and swore whenever my body was taken from me and turned into an object.

one day i’ll write a manifesto about how she taught me there is more than one way to be feminine. how she taught me that i can keep the parts i love and reject the things i don’t. the way my heart soared when she looked at me and said, “baby, you may be femme, but you’re no fem to me.”

at the end of the day, i know the feminine parts of myself that i feel so much discomfort towards will be treated with so much care and respect. because i have never felt more loved, more seen, than i do when i’m with my butch. and i think that’s beautiful.

[theartofperishingslowly]

When it's a wlw friends to lovers and the softness never ceased between them.

[dryinkpens]

Rise of the Vamp-Piggies movie night

[mindfncker]

Never a dull moment with my juju 🫀

@juptology

[oh-bonerline]

[maevebabyy]

megan calling her gf baby im going to cry my gay little eyes out ☹️

i have so many thoughts…. do we need to go any Gayer this october for the rest of the girls

[n1ght0f-nyx]

a revelation

Jane Richardson x fem Reader plot and tags: youve been roomies with jane for a few months now, and the night a man stupidly breaks into your apartment, you find out about her real side minor violence, Death of a unimportant character, Obsessive behavior, wlw, yandere, protective jane, you don't know shes a agent, there is a link in the note, and ofc its not proofread

note: this is the real, original version of jane the killer, where she is a government assassin

I had always thought living in Los Angeles would be glamorous—sunny skies, palm trees, and a vibrant city life. What I hadn’t counted on was the need for a roommate to afford my cute little bungalow in Van Nuys. The online ad said she was “quiet, clean, and dependable,” and the moment I met Jane, I knew she was all that and more.

She moved in without much fuss, carrying in only a couple of duffel bags, and from then on, we settled into an easy routine. We rarely saw each other—she worked odd hours, coming and going at strange times of the night. I figured she was in some high-pressure job, like a nurse or a cop, and since she paid her rent on time, I didn’t pry.

One night, I found myself wide awake, the walls of the house seeming too thin, too quiet. A heavy feeling settled in my chest, one I couldn’t shake no matter how hard I tried to breathe through it. My instincts told me to get up, check around, maybe get some water to calm my nerves. So, I did.

As I walked down the hallway, I heard something—no, someone—moving around in Jane’s room. I paused, my hand hovering over the doorknob. My mind raced with all the possibilities: Was she sick? In trouble? Or was I just being paranoid?

I knocked softly, just in case. “Jane? You okay?”

There was a pause, a silence that seemed to stretch on forever. Then, the door creaked open, and I found myself face-to-face with Jane. Her normally neat, dark hair was tousled, and her piercing blue eyes had a sharp edge to them that I hadn’t seen before. She looked… different. Dangerous.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked, her voice smooth but with an undercurrent of something I couldn’t quite place.

I nodded, feeling more foolish by the second. “Yeah, just… I thought I heard something.”

Jane’s lips curled into a small smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Don’t worry. Everything’s fine.”

It should have reassured me, but it didn’t. Instead, I felt a shiver run down my spine. There was something in her tone, something that told me she wasn’t just talking about my restless night.

“Maybe you should go back to bed,” Jane suggested, her hand still on the door, half-closed as if she was waiting for me to leave.

I nodded again, taking the hint. “Yeah… yeah, I’ll do that. Night, Jane.”

“Goodnight,” she replied, watching me as I backed away.

I returned to my room, but sleep wouldn’t come. My mind was stuck on that look in Jane’s eyes, that slight smile that seemed to hide something far more sinister. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was missing something—something important.

A few days later, I noticed Jane was on edge. She was more closer than usual, her eyes constantly darting around as if she was expecting something—or someone. I wanted to ask, to dig deeper, but the memory of that night stopped me. Maybe it was better not to know.

I came home from work one evening, the sun just beginning to dip below the horizon. The house was eerily quiet. I called out for Jane, but there was no response. My heart pounded as I walked through the house, the silence heavy around me.

When I reached the living room, I froze. There, sitting on the coffee table, was a knife. Its blade gleamed under the dim light, stained with something dark. Next to it was a note, written in neat, precise handwriting.

“It’s done. You’re safe now.”

My hands trembled as I picked up the note, my eyes scanning it over and over, trying to make sense of it. My mind raced with a thousand questions, but before I could even begin to process them, the front door creaked open.

I spun around to find Jane standing in the doorway, her expression unreadable. Her clothes were slightly disheveled, and there was a smudge of blood on her cheek.

“jane…” I started, my voice barely a whisper. “what happened...?! are you alright!?” i rushed over to her, examining her pale skin, wanting to make sure she was okay...it wasn't her blood on her "jane...? w-what did you do..?" i stepped back, scared

Jane took a step forward, her gaze locking onto mine. “He was dangerous...I couldn’t let anything happen...not to you...”

The weight of her words crashed over me like a wave. “You… killed someone?”

Jane didn’t answer, but she didn’t need to. The look in her eyes, the tenseness of her jaw—it told me everything I needed to know.

My breath caught in my throat. Part of me wanted to run, to get as far away from her as possible. But another part, the part that had always trusted Jane, held me in place.

“You’re safe,” she repeated, her voice softer now, almost gentle. “I promise.”

I didn’t know what to say, what to think. My mind was a whirlwind of fear, confusion, and something else—gratitude. Jane had saved my life, but at what cost?

She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “You don’t need to worry about him anymore.”

I looked into her eyes, searching for the woman I thought I knew, the quiet, dependable roommate. But all I saw was someone else—someone who had taken on the darkness to protect me.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” I finally managed, my voice trembling.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Jane replied, her hand lingering by my cheek before she pulled away. “Just trust me. I’ll always protect you...you're mine"

And for the first time since that night, I believed her.

I didn’t know who—or what—Jane really was, but I knew one thing for sure: I was safe with her. Even if it meant living in the shadows, surrounded by secrets and danger, I knew Jane would always have my back; And somehow, that was enough.

[themonochromaticcat]

Anyone else read straight fics and imagine it to be wlw or am I just weird 😔

[missessweetabode]

[nic-coughlan]

oh my sweet suffering jesus wept holy christ lesbians

[theartofperishingslowly]

Hozier is the reincarnation of Sappho, no one and I mean NO. ONE. can convince me otherwise.

(THIS LYRIC!!!!!)

[goldenbutterflies3]

I wish to start a campaign to get the straight girls to stop calling their friends ‘girlfriends’ cause it is confusing for the gays…

Who’s with me?

[steddilly]

Okay listen, if I’m in love with Billie and Stephanie, that’s my business 🥰