#new lesbian flag just dropped

[hazelnut-hearts]

Added a violet to the flag!

Say hello to the Violet Lesbian/Sapphic flag!! [Name suggested by Alice!! @plushiecemetery]

Dark blue stripe represents masc aligned and he/him lesbians, light purple stripe represents trans and genderqueer lesbians, pale yellow represents ace, aro, and mspec lesbians, pink represents femme aligned leabians. Dark red is other/Boob 34 lol [Hex code is #800834

This flag represents inclusivity, and its colors are drawn from a number of different flags, including [but not exclusive to]: the butch lesbian flag, the transgender lesbian flag, and aro / ace [respectively] lesbian flag

The flower on the flag is a violet, a violet is a symbol of lesbians throughout history most notably from Sappho, where the terms lesbian and sapphic were drawn from

Reason why I made this flag is cause the lipstick lesbian flag is transphobic - which is was the sunset lesbian flag was made and coined but it's sadly still exclusive

The point of the Violet Lesbian/Sapphic flag is to include all lesbians :) [NOT straight men]

[lindentea]

a Dyke-nonychus for Pride month! Baltimore Pride is tomorrow and i'm excited! it's my first Pride since coming out as a lesbian and i'm PUMPED.

(a longer-than-i-thought-it-would-be ramble about identity follows!)

i'd been out as bi for something like 25+ years (i just turned 40 three weeks ago). i thought that since i'm not a †3®ƒ and i'm attracted to women and nonbinary ppl no matter their hardware, and since i'm transmasc/genderqueer myself, that it fully excluded me from being able to call myself a lesbian. i've heard and internalized some really cruel takes (mostly on leftbook, ugh) from tankies screaming that no one can be a lesbian unless they strictly identify as a woman in a very binaristic sense, are only attracted to women also in a binaristic sense, and only use she/her pronouns.

what a crock of shit, amirite??

comphet got me real bad, too. i'd been partnered with an uninterrupted stream of men since i was 15 (also dated women/nb ppl during that time, polycules, yadda yadda). i was married to a man for almost a decade, then only a handful of months after we split up, i jumped straight into another almost-decade-long relationship with a man (lovebombing is one helluva drug). i'm still friends with my ex-husband but that latter partner was horrendously abµs¡ve and thank fuckin' Satan i'm no longer with him.

up until i escaped The Arsehole, the longest amount of time that i wasn't in any kind of relationship with a man (whether romantic or just a hookup) was only a couple months at most. the societal pressure to never say "no" to a man is crushing. to always seek validation from men, because if men don't find me attractive then i have failed at life. the pressure when identifying as bi and internalizing the message of "but if you're bi, why don't you want to date men? if you're really bi, you shouldn't exclude any gender(s) from your dating pool."

...and then i spent an entire year without having any sort of relationship with a man. and hooooooo-lee shit, y'all...!! i had an existential crisis that was.. honestly...? set off by Tracy Chapman's performance at the Grammys. i made a whole 3-hour long Spotify playlist of as many songs as i could think of that had made me feel the gayest. (the playlist is fuckin' siiiiiiiiick, if i may say so myself. but i'm sorry to non-paying Spotify folks, since i prefer to craft playlists meant to be listened to in a specific order. still slaps on random, tho.)

i spilled my guts to a few trusted friends (as well as my lovely nb partner), and i in a conversation with one of my closest friends (whomst, in the past, i'd had multiple deep-dive conversations about our identities as bi) i said, "so like... if i'm nonbinary... and i'm only attracted to women and nonbinary ppl who identify more with that 'end' of the timey-timey gendery-wendery gender spectrum...." and she told me, "Linden... Linden. that is literally in the definition of lesbian." and... that was that, then.

ANYHOW, i could go on and on, but..... uhhhhh HERE, HAVE A CUTE DINOSAUR! happy Pride!!

[randommothxd]

NEW SEXUALITY/FLAG ALERT

Made by:me

(With and w/o symbol)

Girlkisser

Meaning: when, you know you're on the lesbain spectrum but you don't know which kind of lesbain

Example: you're confused if you're a Sapphic lesbain or just a lesbain

In other words: you are a girlkisser,you know that you like girls 100% but you're just cunfused what term to use for yourself

Questioning lesbains can also use this flag

Color meaning:

[kyoshi-lesbians]

ty lee as the perfect Instagram influencer who remains like. weirdly private for somebody with thousands of followers but nobody realizes this bc she's always posting something. it's just that she'll drop beautiful selfies with a 2 word caption like "pink thursday ♡" and videos of her aerial & trapeze practice so nobody realizes that the #aesthetic architecture pictures are in fact of the university where she's majoring in kinesiology. she's like 'ambiguously single' (let them dream) and all her #Pride june posts could be reasonably construed as #ally posting. that is until one day she drops a stunningly candid picture of this girl with dark hair & dark clothes & this soft slight smile and it's captioned something like "the one behind the camera ♡" and then she posts a picture of the lesbian flag and logs off for 2 full weeks. this gets her a sponsorship for a stupidly expensive queer underwear brand and 10,000 new followers.

[goldentail-readswarriorcats]

new lesbian flag just dropped guys /j

[tonsillessscum]

@lamaenthel my friends are driving me to a club and u inspired me so I did this 😭😭😭

[girliism]

she gets the job done. (18+)

cowgirl!tashi duncan x reader

-

a new summer called for a new ranch hand that your parents have hired to take care of the horses your family has been raising for generations. and god, she was so much prettier than the ones from past summers.

-

despite being raised around them you would not consider yourself a horse girl, the opposite if anything. your parents use to have to beg you to at least stand near one, but since the day tashi duncan walked onto your property everyday at the same time you would stroll into the stables and make an attempt to flirt with her.

“morning.” you had put on the shortest short you could find and reveled in the way tashi let her gaze linger on your legs before adjusting her cowboy hat and greeting you.

you watched tashi in all her glory. the way her ass looked in her jeans, how she softly groomed one of the horses. running her fingers through its mane and petting it in long strokes. she was so good with them, stern when it came to their training but still sweet with her praises. you wondered if that’s how she was in bed too…

tashi hummed along to the country music playing lowly throughout the stable. “so how are they, the horses.” you walked your fingers along the stable doors, inching closer to her. tashi dropped the brush in her hand and turned to face you. “honestly? they’re some of the best horses i’ve worked with. i’m hoping i stay long enough to see this girl give birth.” she referred to the horse she was previously grooming. a tall black and white stallion, her lineage being the oldest one of all your horses.

“oh please, you should have seen them with our last ranch hand. absolute terrors.” you replied. “maybe, they all just like me too much.” she joked, a smirk forming on her face. you stalked closer to her. “well, who can really blame them. you’re incredibly likable.” before tashi could respond a mans voice cut through.

“babe.”

the both of you turned to where a tall brunette stood tapping his watch and singling you to come on.

you let out a sigh. “i— uh, i have to go.” tashi nodded “yeah, you don’t wanna keep him waiting.” she said with a certain tone that you didn’t pick on.

-

“you have terrible timing, fyi.” was the first thing you said when you approached him.

“what, did i interrupt your perving?” patrick said. patrick who lived a golf cart ride away and has been your friend since middle school. you pinched his side. “first of all, i wasn’t perving. but yes you did interrupt.” patrick rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up. “shoot me for being on time.”

patrick stayed over the entire day, and when night fell the two of crowded in front of your mirror getting ready to go out.

you took step away from the mirror. “ok, hows my dress? too short?” you turned in a circle giving him a 360 of your tight little black dress that rode up slightly when you walked. patrick surveyed you. “you look hot.” you clapped. “now what about me. is the eyeliner to dark?” you shook your head. “no. it’s look so good.”

pictures and videos were captured of the two of you for you respective feeds before you guys set out for the night.

one the way to the car you could help but look over to the guest house tashi was staying at. the lights were on and you thought you could see her shadow moving inside. many parts of you itched to wanna go to her but you ignored them hoping into patrick’s jeep.

-

the music at the bar was loud, and the insides felt warm from the shots after shots of alcohol you and patrick were consuming.

“it’s just i haven’t been fucked in so long, and i want her so fucking badly.” you ranted. “what if she’s not even gay?” patrick threw out there which makes your eyes roll. “tell me patrick, how many straight girls do you know that have a mini lesbian flag keychain hanging in their pickup truck?” you put emphasis on the type of car she drove, downing another shot.

“well at least you’re not barking up the wrong tree.” patrick muttered, his eyes focusing on something, someone behind you.

“alright, who have you been eye fucking?” you turned your head to see three different people patrick could be eyeing. “the hottest blonde man i’ve ever seen.” he smirked. you let out a playful scoff.

after a while said blonde man made his way over your table, leaning down to whisper something in patrick’s that had him biting his lip before he walked off.

patrick’s gave you a look, a look you knew all too well. “please don’t hate me, but-” you cut him off with raise of your hand. “it’s ok, i’ll fine a ride a home.” patrick gave you a cheeky grin and kiss on the cheek. “thank you, i love you. oh! you should call your cowgirl to pick you up!” and then he was gone, chasing after a one night stand.

you had a few more drinks while contemplating calling tashi.

“hey, uh— it’s me. could you come pick me up?”

-

“fun night?” tashi said, when you climbed into her truck.

“something like that.”

the car ride was quite only the low hum of the car engine cut through the silence.

tashi parked her car on the gravel outside your huge house.

“thanks for the ride, sorry if i woke you.” tashi shook her head. “it’s nothing, i’m glad you called.” neither of you got out. just looked at one another as if daring the other to make the first move. which you did.

you reached your hand over, and in a second your lips were in hers. tashi could taste on her tongue what you had been drinking. and you could taste the cigarettes she had been smoking and some kind of fruity drink. it made you want more.

you locked you fingers in the strands of her hair, and deepened the kiss. both of you panting messes in each other’s mouths.

“wait.” tashi pulled away from you. “we can’t do this.” you looked at her confused. “what? why?” she just shook her head. “because, you… i-i work for your parents.” you opened your mouth to protest but tashi spoke up again. “and you’re drunk right now.”

you rolled your eyes at tashi’s excuses, and leaned in to kiss her neck. “i’m like barely even tipsy. and my parent wouldn’t care.” you sucked a tiny mark under her jaw.

“what about your boyfriend?”

that made you freeze and move back. boyfriend? why would she think you had a boyfriend?

then you thought back to earlier, to patrick calling you babe and throwing his arm around you. you let out a groan and dropped your head in hands. “i don’t do girls with boyfriends.” tashi said, leaning over you to open the car door. “but-” you started, but she cut you off. “good night.” she left you no choice but to exit the car muttered a small good night.

you walked of the course of shame all the way back to your bedroom where you collapsed on you bed. turning on the tv and letting some cartoon drown out your embarrassment.

-

you were woken up by the opening of you room door, and patrick’s voice.

“raise and shine, sweetheart. i got donuts and advil.” you chucked a pillow at his face. “what the hell was that for?” you popped your head out from under the covers. “i hate you.” patrick laughed, and crawled into your bed next to you. “i take it someone didn’t get laid.”

“i was so close patrick, but then you had to ruin it.” you whined. “what did i do?” he said, mildly confused. “she thought we were dating, patrick!” he went silence before letting out a loud laugh.

“it’s not funny, pat. i particularly threw myself at her last night only to get rejected.” patrick cuddled close to you. “i’m sorry. maybe next time, yeah.” you huffed.

“maybe.”

-

when night fell you landed three knocks onto the guest house door. tashi opened it coming her in your view. she was wearing a wife pleaser and some pajama shorts. her hair was still damp from her shower.

“what are you doing here?”

“i wanted to apologize for last night…” you said, fiddling with your fingers behind your back. tashi sighed, moving out of the way to let you in.

she had redecorated the guest house completely, and made it so…. her.

you stood awkwardly next to her couch. “i really am sorry. i definitely was way more that tipsy last night and i apologize if i made you uncomfortable.” tashi walked closer to where you stood, her height compared to yours caused you to have to look up slightly.

“it’s fine, really. i was just protecting my peace, you know. i’ve done the whole girls with boyfriends thing and never again.” she laughed.

you nodded, rocking on your heels. “ i get that, but i uh— don’t have a boyfriend. patrick’s just my friend, my extremely touchy, affectionate friend.”

there was pause before tashi spoke.

“good.” she said under her breath, moving even closer to you. the backs of your thighs hit the couches armrest. “because i really liked kissing you last night.”

before you could respond it was tashi’s turn to initiate the kiss. one of her hands on your waist the other clutching the back of your neck. you pushed back into the kiss matching her pace. this kiss was more sober and determined than the one yesterday.

tashi moved from your lips to neck, sucking and kissing a few marks there. you melted into her, your legs parting subconsciously. tashi slipped her knee into the open space and pressed her thigh against your crotch.

“o-oh!”

you felt tashi smirk into the skin of your neck at your reaction. her fingers left your waist and pulled teasingly on the waistband of your pajama pants.

“can i?”

your rapid nods were all she needed to sink to her knees pulling your pants and underwear with. you stepped out of the clothes pulled around your ankles and spread your legs wider for her.

tashi placed kisses on each side of the inner thighs before licking strip up your cunt.

“oh my god!” your head fell back and your fingers found home in tashi’s hair, gripping the strands tightly as she sucked harshly on your clit. “wanted this, wanted you for so long.” you confessed, bucking your hips forward. “me too, baby.” tashi hummed, sending vibrations up your body.

tashi pulled her head back to watch how her two fingers pushed into your pussy, sucking them in. “fucking gorgeous.” she flicked her tongue over your clit.

your moans and the squelching sound coming from tashi’s fingers fucking in and out of you floated in the air. you moved your hips in time to meet the thrust of her fingers. her nose knocking into your clit. “ta-tash, m’so close, gonna cum.”

she stood up, leaving her fingers to do the rest of the work. you could taste yourself on her when she kissed you. you whined into her mouth when her finger tips poked against the soft spot inside you. the constant pressure she applied there paired with her thumb rubbing circles on your nub had your eyes crossing as you came.

tashi let you ride out your high on her fingers before slipping them out. you caught your breath, moving your hands to tug at tashi’s shorts.

“wait.” she stopped you. “not yet.” she grabbed your hands and pulled in the direction of her bedroom. “sit on the bed, i’ll be right back.” tashi whispered, before disappearing into the bathroom.

you took off your shirt, leaving yourself naked lounging on her tashi’s comforter. you got lost in the smell of her that lingered on her sheets and almost missed her entrance.

tashi stood at the foot of the bed. she had on nothing but a black harness that held a purple dildo. the sight making you wet again. “you know you’re only here for the summer right. do you always travel with a strap?” tashi huffed a laugh. “never know when you’ll meet a rich girl in need of a good fucking.” she crawled onto of you. her brown eyes staring into yours. “you look so pretty on top of me.” you said softly. she cracked a smile. “you look so pretty below me.” tashi replied.

she slid the dildo up and down your slit before pushing inside of you. your back arched slightly from the stretch. tashi stilled inside you for a moment before hiking one of your legs up on her waist. she fucked you with long hard thrusts, the head of her cock knocking perfectly on your sweet spot.

“look at you. taking me so well.” tashi grunted, dripping her head down to suck a nipple into her mouth. “perfectly made to get fucked.” she snapped her hips faster getting loud gaspy moans to fall from your lips. “oh my god, tashi. fuck!”

tashi stopped for a moment to sit back on her heels. her hands gripping your thighs as she fucked you harder and faster. you held onto the sheets under you. your back arching up and your tits bouncing from the force. “gonna -nnhg!- cum again.” one of your hands slipped down to play with you clit.

with a few more thrust from tashi, you came on her silicone cock. she slid out of you and unstrapped herself from the harness before cuddling close to you. “can i finish you off.” you whispered against her cheek. she gave you the ok and you trailed kisses from her neck down her chest, stopping to lick over nipples before you disappeared between her legs.

you spent time there sucking and licking her cunt, pushing your fingers in and out until she came.

“was i good?” you hovered over her, your lower face wet and glistening from her juices. “so good.” she whispered against your lips before locking them in a slow but hard kiss.

“what now?” you rested your head on her shoulder while she traced zigzags up and down your back.

“hmm, round 2?”

-

[noemilivv]

HIYA HIYA!!! this is the super energetic bro that u matched with velvette, qnd I was curioussss to requesttttt smthhh (also maybe if u want to easier identify me I could be ✨️anon??)

Ok! SO! ~Imagine~ maybeee that angel has a person he is romantically interested in (reader)

And so reader is ~severely introverted~ and thus, not much is know about them. But! Charlie is leading a art group one day, for like, rehab bc art therapy is super big, and reader is really good at it, and basically drops lore that they where in college to be an art therapist‼️

And so‼️

Maybe angel, seeing this opportunity to get closer, and was like- "ayo want me to model 4 u??👀👀" and reader is like " pls wear clothes this isn't gunna be nude modeling bc I will get super embarrassed" and so basically soft fluff of reader painting angel and getting to know each other and confession

Mayybbee a oneshot?? If ur willing! Nor pressure

Also make sure to take time to urself and rest and eat water and drink food!!!

Lots of love from a silly Lil fan!! :))

hello dear!! ofc you can be ✨ anon, you’re already on my list haha, as i’ve stated in the past, im not amazing at oneshots, but here’s my take on this !

Warnings: Mentions of Nudity, Lazily written (sorryyyy), Pretty short

“Smooth Talker”

Angel Dust x Artist!Reader

After one of Charlie’s…interesting exercises, Vaggie suggests that the group should do therapy art, since y’know, it calms the soul. And Charlie couldn’t be more eager to do so!

The lobby was set up with canvases, paints, brushes, everything you could need!

Unlike most of Charlie’s previous activities, almost everyone was willing to participate, although Husk and Alastor kinda stood off to the side and watched.

Charlie was painting a cartoon version of Razzle and Dazzle, Vaggie was painting a sunset based off of the lesbian flag, Pentious was painting him in his war machine taking over Hell, and Niffty? Eh.. You don’t wanna know..

You on the other hand? Stood in front of your canvas, clueless, “Y’know, I could model for you..” Angel says into your ear.

Your head turned to face him “Sure.” You say nonchalantly before turning back to your canvas.

“Wait really?-”

“Just please keep your clothes on.”

Eventually you had moved your stuff over to the other side of the lobby so Angel could pose on the couch.

He had a soft smirk, as he layed on the couch, his arm propping up his face. Although, he began to get fidgety, messing with his fluff.

“Stop moving.” You said with a soft smile.

Angel kept messing his fluff. “Ange!”

“Gee, sorry!” He said, chuckling, moving his arm back to its original position.

“So uh, how’d you get into all this?” Angel asked as the sketching of your pencil went to a stop and you began actually painting it. “College, back when I was alive I wanted to be an art therapist.” You explained.

“Fitting.” He murmured. For the most part, it was silent, a comforting silence though, the presence of each other was oddly soothing.

“Okay.” You muttered, squiggling your signature down at the bottom of the canvas quickly, “I’m done.” You announce to him, turning the canvas around to show him.

Angel perks up immediately, amazed by your skill, he slowly gets up off the couch to get a closer look. “Damn…” He said, his voice above a whisper, “Can I… Can I keep it?” He asked, hopeful that you might say yes, “Duh.” You giggled.

“For once the smooth talker is shocked, that’s new.” You say with a smirk. “And for once the introvert is talking back, that’s new.” Angel replies, but the usual attitude in his voice isn’t there, his voice is barely above a whisper as his eyes are still entranced with the painting.

You take the painting off the stand and hand it to Angel. You look over to a nearby window notice the sun is setting, despite the red sky still being as clear as day, “It’s getting late, I’m gonna head up to my room.” You say. “Yeah… Me too.”

As you and Angel are both walking to your rooms, you don’t say much, until a voice pipes up, “Y’know, I really owe ya for the painting.” Angel says, still looking at it, “Owe me what?” You ask, as you both arrive at your door.

“A date, maybe.” Angel says, pecking your forehead, “Stop by my room at eight tomorrow, if your interested~”

[cassiebones]

Prompt from @imyouraziraphale

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate!!

"We need a Christmas tree."

"We have a Christmas tree, Nicholas," Agatha said, pointing to the corner of the room where their tree sat.

"Mama, that is a drawing. It's not even in color!"

"It was good enough last year," Agatha huffed, crossing her arms. Her son gave her a look that may as well have been her own reflection and she groaned.

"We need a real tree," Nicky insisted. "Like the one in the mall!"

"That one is way too big for our tiny house, baby," Agatha sighed.

"Okay, but at least one that isn't made of paper," he rebutted, pointing at Agatha's sad little drawing taped to the wall.

"You do know where paper comes from, don't you?" Agatha asked.

"Mama."

"Okay, fine," Agatha huffed. "We'll go to the tree farm in Eastview tomorrow, okay? Jeez."

"Thanks!" He pressed a kiss to his mother's cheek and all but skipped out of the room. Agatha bit back the smile until he was out of view, shaking her head in adoration.

Vidal's Trees was somehow still open on Christmas Eve, but the pickings were slim for trees by this point. Nicky held tightly to Agatha's hand as he dragged her around the lot, examining tree's with a severe gaze, circling them, sniffing them, feeling their branches. Agatha watched him, half-amused, as she wrapped her arms around herself, shivering in the New Jersey December chill. The sun was already going down and the temperature was dropping with it.

"Coffee?" Agatha turned to find a woman standing next to her, offering a steaming paper cup, a wry smile on her face. Agatha felt her cheeks warm at the other woman's presence. She was gorgeous, with medium-length, raven-black hair in a braid, wisps of hair coming out. She had several piercings in both ears and a stud on the right side of her nose. She wore a denim jacket with fur lining and a crocheted scarf sticking out with the lesbian pride flag colors (jackpot! a dumb voice in Agatha's mind supplied), and her dark jeans were tight and tucked into a pair of thick leather boots.

"It's free," the woman said when Agatha just stared at the offered cup. "Complimentary for customers. We also have hot chocolate." She nodded at Nicky, who was still circling the tree. "In the office over yonder." She nodded to a little cabin about twenty yards away.

"Yonder?" Agatha echoed, snorting as she finally accepted the cup. "I didn't know people said that this far north."

The woman smiled and shrugged. "My grandfather used to say it all the time," she said. "It kinda just stuck with me, I guess."

"It's cute," Agatha commented, taking a sip of the coffee. She sighed as the warmth spread through her. "Oh my Goddess, this coffee is amazing. What's in it?"

"Nothing special," the woman said, blushing slightly. "It's just some blend I get from the cafe I work at part-time. I just have a way with the coffee machine, I think."

"Well, if your touch with the hot chocolate is even remotely similar, I think my son would love some, if he ever decided on a tree, anyway." She looked at Nicky, who was testing the branches again. "Is this the one?" she asked, a little impatiently.

"I don't think so..." Nicky said, sounding disappointed. "There are a couple of bare spots and a lot of the branches are snapped. I don't think it would look very good in our house."

"Well, that's what we get for coming out last-second," Agatha sighed, offering an apologetic smile to the other woman. "Sorry to have wasted your time. How much do I owe you for the coffee?"

"Nothing," the woman said. "It's complimentary, remember?"

"For customers," Agatha said. "Based on the options you have left, I don't think we're going to be customers today."

In all honesty, the tree that Nicky had been considering was the best that Agatha could see. Everything else was either taken or worse off than this one was. She was doubtful that he'd be willing to take any of them home with him.

Pity. Maybe next year.

She pulled a couple dollar bills from her pocket and offered them to the raven-haired beauty, but the other woman refused to take them.

"Actually," she said, "I do have one more tree that you might want to see. Follow me."

She started walking away and Nicky immediately darted after her.

"Nicholas!" Agatha groaned, hastening to follow him without falling on her ass in the snow. She caught up to them closer to the cabin, following the two of them around the back of it.

Oh, great, a voice inside her head said, she's probably a murderer about to kill us in her shed. Well, I lived a good life, I guess.

"Here we are," the woman said, stopping just behind her cabin. There stood about four trees, in varying sizes, all in near-perfect condition. Seriously, if you looked up "Christmas tree" in the encyclopedia, there would be a picture of any one of these trees.

They were still rooted, too.

"They're perfect!" Nicky practically squealed, bouncing on his feet. "Can I pick any one of them?" he asked the woman, looking at her with his big brown eyes.

"It's up to your...mother?" She looked at Agatha. "I don't want to assume."

"Your assumption would be correct," Agatha said. "I am his mother."

"I'm sure your husband would approve of this one," the woman said.

Agatha wrinkled her nose, shaking her head. Nicky let out a laugh.

"Mama doesn't like boys!" he snickered. "And she's not married."

Her son, A+ wingman.

"Oh," the woman said, smiling at Agatha. "That's...interesting."

"Is it?" Agatha asked, her eyes flickering down to the scarf around the other woman's neck. She lifted her eyebrows pointedly. "Agatha, by the way." She offered her hand.

The other woman shook it with a toothy grin. She had the tiniest, most adorable gap in her front teeth. "Rio Vidal," she said.

"Of Vidal's Trees?" She let out a dramatic gasp. "I had no idea that I was in the presence of a local celebrity."

"Ha!" Rio said, shaking her head. "Hardly. My parents own this place. They're just down in San Juan for the winter, visiting family and whatnot. I've been tasked with wrapping business up for the season before I go join them in a couple weeks."

Agatha furrowed her brow. "You're alone for Christmas?" she asked, frowning. "That...sucks."

"Bad word!" Nicky exclaimed. "You owe me a dollar."

"You owe me your existence," Agatha huffed in return. He rolled his eyes. She smirked at him then turned back to Rio.

"It's fine," she said. "Christmas was never a huge event, anyway. It's always just been my parents and me. Dad can't really take the cold anymore, so once the temperature starts to drop into the teens, he heads south with my mom. I'm usually there by Christmas, but this year the earliest flight I could get was after New Year's. It's fine, though. Really. We'll celebrate the holidays, then."

"But won't Santa bring you presents still?" Nicky asked, looking genuinely concerned. "Don't your mommy and daddy want to see you unwrap them tomorrow morning?"

"I told Santa Claus to bring all my presents to their house in San Juan," Rio said, crouching to his height. "So I'll open all his gifts for me, just a little bit late. It's okay, though; I can wait."

Nicky still looked unsure. Then, he turned to his mother, tugging at her hand and motioning him down as Rio straightened up. Agatha offered Rio a bashful smile as she crouched down next to her son, letting him whisper in her ear.

"Can we invite her to our house for Christmas Eve?" Nicky whispered in Agatha's ear, making a blush bloom on her face so big that it reached the tips of her ears.

"Nicky..." Agatha whispered back, shaking her head.

"Please, Mama?" he begged, giving her those big brown eyes and his little pout and Good Goddess she had pretty much taught him that, hadn't she? Damn her.

Agatha took a deep breath, nodding as she stood, ignoring the protest in her knees as she did so.

"Rio," she said, trying to keep her voice steady as the other woman's warm gaze met hers, "would you like to join us for Christmas?"

Rio's eyes widened at that. "Oh," she said, a pretty pink spreading over her cheeks. "Um, that's really nice of you to offer, but you don't have to..."

"I insist," Agatha said, feeling Nicky tugging at her hand again. "So does he." She motioned to her son, who hit Rio with that same brown puppy dog stare of his. It proved lethal: Agatha watched as Rio melted under it, offering him a soft smile.

"Okay," she said. "If you insist. I would be happy to join you for Christmas."

"And Christmas Eve, too!" Nicky said. "We're having a party!"

Rio's eyes widened at that. "You are?" she asked.

Agatha took a deep breath, squeezing her son's hand back as she nodded. "We are. A few friends for dinner," she said. "Nothing special."

"We're playing Pictionary!" Nicky said. "Auntie Jen is super competitive! And Aunt Lilia makes really good cannolis!"

"You know," Rio said, smiling down at him, "I happen to love Pictionary and cannolis, so that sounds pretty great to me." She grinned up at Agatha, who smiled back softly. "If you don't mind, of course."

"I wouldn't have let him mention it if I did," Agatha said with a chuckle. "Here, let me get your number and I'll text you my address." She opened a 'New Contact' tab in her phone and offered it to Rio, who was visibly blushing. Agatha's face matched hers and she cleared her throat as their fingers brushed in the exchange.

Nicky watched them with a grin, squeezing his mother's hand a little. When Agatha looked down at him, she found his eyes twinkling. She made a face at him and he giggled, pressing his face into her side. She let go of his phone, running her fingers through his mop of hair.

"Here," Rio said. "Um, I can't wait until the party. I'm sure I'll kick Auntie Jen's butt at Pictionary," she said, looking down at Nicky, who giggled again.

Agatha smiled at the contact name for Rio ("Tree Girl") and sent a text with her address. There was a chime from Rio's pocket and she plucked out her phone, eyebrows lifting.

"Westview," she said, letting out a low whistle. "Fancy." She smirked up at Agatha. "I'll be there. Should I, uh, bring anything? Drinks, ice, food...a tree?" She nodded toward the four trees in her side yard.

"Oh," Agatha said, her eyes widening. "Right." She considered the four trees of varying sizes. "Um, that one might be the perfect size for our apartment, don't you think, Nicky?"

Nicky considered the second-smallest of the four trees, circling it like a dog looking for the perfect angle to lift his leg. Then he nodded.

"Yeah," he said, "I think so. There are no bald spots."

"Perfect, then," Agatha said, turning back to Rio. "How much?"

"Don't worry about it," Rio said. "Consider it a gift."

"Seriously?" Nicky exclaimed, smiling wide. "Awesome!"

"No," Agatha said, looking between him and Rio. "No, we couldn't possibly - "

"Agatha," Rio said, stopping Agatha's words dead on her tongue, "you've just invited me - a stranger - to spend Christmas with you just so I, a grown woman, wouldn't be alone. It's the least I can do to repay you."

"You don't have to repay me," Agatha said. "Besides, it's Christmas; you do good deeds on Christmas, don't you?"

"Then this is my good deed," Rio said. "I got you a Christmas tree. Just say thank you and let me get my axe."

"Your...you're going to cut it down yourself?" Agatha asked, feeling her entire body go hot.

"Of course," Rio snorted. "Do you see anybody else here? How else was I going to get it out of the ground?"

"That is so cool," Nicky said, practically bouncing around in a circle.

Agatha stayed rooted to the ground - much like the four trees behind her - while Rio disappeared around the back of the house and came back seconds later wielding an axe. Her eyes were glued to the other woman as she went to work chopping down the tree, her fists clenching at her sides as many thoughts ran through her mind.

Thoughts she dared not say aloud. Thoughts that would make a stripper blush.

The tree fell to the snow with a muted thud as Rio wiped sweat from her brow, grinning when she caught Agatha still staring at her, a fervent flush on her cheeks. Agatha looked away when Rio met her eyes, clearing her throat.

Rio reached for the end of the tree, pulling it up to her shoulder and dragging it to where there were a bunch of coiled up ropes. Agatha continued to watch her as she tied the tree up, then lifted it like it was nothing, over her shoulder.

"Where's your car?" she asked, tucking some more ropes under her arm. Agatha motioned in the general direction of her car. "Lead the way," Rio said.

Agatha nodded, reaching for her son's hand and practically dragging him in the direction of their car, all while ignoring his knowing smirk as they trudged through the snow, Rio right next to them.

[adalynn]

So I’ve officially decided to decide that Seasons 5 and 6 are no longer canon with The Handmaid’s Tale. If I ever rewatch the show, I will only be doing Seasons 1-4 because all of those episodes are still the finest hours of television ever. However, the second Bruce Miller hired on new writers for Season 5 and stepped down as showrunner for Season 6, all logic went down the toilet.

- They made June into an even bigger idiot than usual.

- They gave Serena a redemption arc that was ABSOLUTELY not deserved.

- They introduced 400+ subplots into Season 5 that were never resolved and made no sense.

- They completely dropped Esther Keyes’s character halfway through Season 5 even though she was at her most important point (her tragic impregnation thanks to Putnam).

- They made Luke more unlikable and useless than ever (even when he actively joined Mayday in Season 6).

- The violence introduced in Season 6 was overkill and went into Terrifier level with the Jezebel’s massacre.

- The bond between June and Serena… why?

- Season 6 made it WAY TOO EASY for Mayday to infiltrate Gilead and cross the border. For four seasons, it was damn near impossible to escape or even to enter Gilead. THIS season, June’s just casually walking across the border over and over again without consequence.

- The dialogue throughout both 5 & 6 was incredibly unrealistic and stupid, while the dialogue for the first four seasons were among the best lines of television.

- 15 million fucking closeups of Elisabeth Moss’s stupid ass face.

- Speaking of Elisabeth, am I alone in believing that her capabilities as an actor completely went away with Season 5? She was so fucking over the top with her performance and she was laughable at times.

- I should have seen the red flags coming with the way they were taking Nick’s character since he was barely in Season 5 at all.

- Speaking of Nick, they absolutely decimated his character arc and made him the big bad villain in the final five episodes of the show for no fucking reason other than shock value.

- The part that sucks is that the first three episodes of the season were genuinely good and the way Nick was written was ACCURATE TO THE WAY HE’D BEEN WRITTEN FOR NEARLY A DECADE!!! ESPECIALLY in Episode 3.

- For the anti-Nick fans who believe that he was always a N*zi and for the patriarchy, let me run through a list that explains the opposite:

• He was lured into joining Sons of Jacob by Commander Pryce because he took advantage of Nick’s vulnerability because of his family problems. LURED. He did join willingly, yes, but without knowledge of how bad it would be. All Pryce told him was that they would “clean up the country.”

• The second that the first Offred committed su*cide, Nick immediately joined the ranks of Eyes to spy on Commanders. COMMANDERS, NOT HANDMAIDS OR MARTHAS. He used that to his advantage to join Mayday as well.

• When June came to the Waterford home, Nick immediately began to treat her like she was a human being and NOT a Handmaid, instantly being kind to her and even to Rita. He didn’t have to be kind but he was.

• When Emily was taken by the Eyes for being revealed as a lesbian, Nick was worried for June’s safety. He’d already warned her to not get too close to Emily because he knew that Emily would be taken for being gay and there was nothing he could do.

• Now, when it comes to Nick and June being forced to have sex in order to conceive a child… no, Nick DID NOT want to do this to June at all. You can see it all over Max’s face that he’s disgusted with what he’s doing. And he later tells June, “I couldn’t say no when Mrs. Waterford asked me. I’m sorry.” Key word: COULDN’T. Since the Waterfords didn’t know he was an Eye, to them, he was still just a Driver. Serena, as a result, was higher in power than Nick was. He HAD to do as she said, he wasn’t allowed to say no. He was below Serena in ranks.

• Let’s not even get into the several times Nick’s attempted to help June escape Gilead because we’ll be here all day.

• Now, when it comes to Eden. Keep in mind that Nick was FORCED to marry Eden against his will. And it was not a promotion, it was punishment for Nick being concerned for June’s mental health when she sank into the “Offred” role halfway through Season 2. Even still, he did his best to be kind and respectful to Eden even though he did not want to have sex with her because she was a literal CHILD. The only reason he ended up doing so was because June told him to do it or he would die and, even so, he was disgusted afterwards. People said he was an absolute asshole to Eden when he caught her with the Jezebel’s letters. And those people forget that it was because they were letters for MAYDAY. If Eden had actually read them, Nick and everyone who’d written them would have been utterly fucked. That was the only time we’ve ever see Nick outwardly being a prick to a woman but it was out of fear, not because he hated Eden.

• And now Nick being promoted to a Commander rank. It was punishment. Nick helped June and Holly try to escape Gilead (succeeded with Holly, failed with June) and held Fred at gunpoint so he wouldn’t report it. Because of this, Fred punished him by “promoting” him to Commander and sending him to the front lines to die. He failed miserably, of course, because fuck Fred.

• I know Nick arrested June in Season 4 but the reason he sent himself to do it was because he KNEW June wouldn’t listen to anyone else and would get herself killed. By sending himself and murmuring to her, “I’m trying to keep you alive,” he convinced her and she saved herself.

• The Chicago bombing. Nick was horror struck when Putnam ordered him to do that. Because he knew June was there, he absolutely did not want to go through with it. Also, when he was trying to figure out where June was through the two Marthas, he was kind and respectful to them and treated them like people. The Marthas, in return, did not fear him and talked to him casually and without worry.

• The second June escaped, Nick did everything he could and even risked his life to put together that file on Hannah even though he felt like he’d never see June or his daughter again. Keep that in mind.

• Nick HELPED ORCHESTRATE Fred’s murder with the prisoner exchange. Everyone seems to forget that.

• When Tuello came to Gilead with Serena, Nick immediately tried to get any information he could about June and Holly and, later on, when June was nearly killed by the truck, Nick broke and agreed to spy on Gilead for the Americans. Her near-death was his breaking point and he nearly got himself killed afterwards by punching Lawrence.

• When June came to Nick in No Man’s Land to plead with him to save Luke and Moira, he did so WITHOUT HESITATION. He literally shot down two Guardians just to save them and June even though he hated to have to do so (because he was NOT a violent and dishonest man as June said in 6x10).

• Oh AND when June called him and asked him to get the letters from Jezebel’s, he did so. Again, WITHOUT HESITATION. And that ended up being Nick’s downfall in the end.

But no, all of that is thrown out the window all because of one shitty writing decision to make him into a big bad villain in the latter half of Season 6 even though that is not Nick’s character at all. Now, he’s saying shitty lines like, “Guess you decided to join the winners,” and listening to Rose to “end her [June].”

That is not Nick Blaine. Nick Blaine is a man who would have done everything and anything in his heart to protect June and keep her safe, a man who was MAYDAY since damn near the beginning when the first Offred took her life, a man who spied on COMMANDERS and got them arrested often, a man who was nothing but kind and respectful to women in Gilead (even Serena), and a man who did not deserve the utter character assassination given to him in the final five episodes of the show.

Fuck Season 5 and ESPECIALLY Season 6 for what they did to the characters, logic, writing, and Nick Blaine. Fuck Bruce Miller and Elisabeth Moss for thinking it was a good idea. Seasons 5 & 6 are no longer canon in my eyes.

To those who were just as heartbroken as me by direction they took the show, you’re not crazy. You’re valid in having those feelings. The showrunners gaslit us into questioning Nick’s choices throughout the show but we’re smarter than that. We actually WATCHED the show and paid attention. We’re not stupid. If you ever want to rewatch The Handmaid’s Tale, just end it at Season 4. THAT was a good ending.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[jacksmannequins]

new gracie abrams lesbian flag pic just dropped xoxo

SHUT THE FUCK UP THIS ONE'S EVEN BETTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[oren-juice]

trying to design more stickers for my pride flag cassette tape collection on Redbubble, if anyone has any requests or suggestions lmk 🙏🙏

So far I’ve done:

gay/mlm

lesbian

bisexual

pansexual

unlabeled

trans

nonbinary

demigender, demiboy, and demigirl

girlflux and boyflux

agender

genderfluid

catgender! (request)

aromantic

asexual

oriented aroace (request)

polyamorous (both og Jim Evans ver. and new ver.)

anddd that’s a lot but I still want more so pls drop your flags and I’ll make one 😩🙏

I can't get the link to properly imbed, but its at the top of my blog as a linked page (supposedly), or you can just look for spicy-frittata on RB (don’t ask abt the name, it was 2020)

[sapphicrot]

dyever f thing about stars and shut like not just big bright stars but also the dead ones what were they calldd proton stars no no thats young stars it was uhhhhhhhh idk star corpses you know what i mean white dwarfs neutron stars and black holes theyre all just really so cool like especially neutron stars hell id argue that in some scenadrios neutron stars can be more dangerous tan blaco holws and i mean if you compare it by mass than pwr capita neutron stars are way more dangerous than black holes and are kinda crazy too in subtler ways but honestly ieven eneutoron starz get their fair shair of love but not white dwarfs no white darfs dont get much love at all even though theyre arguably the best candidate for life to remain around once all stars dies i mean black holes have all that relativety time business and neutron stars are extremely horrifically anti life but white stars are both very stable and so so so so so so so very fuckin long lived i mean even when the last star dies the first white dwarf wont have died dont quote me on that but you get the idea like even when white dwarfs die they dont die die they just slowly run out of nergy via thermal radiation and over the course of what was it i think a quintillion or so years white dwarfs become black dwarfs although those arent exactly helpful for life and eventually they just turn into big iron balls but thats beside the point the point is if you really wanna live as long as possible you gotta create a superstructure around a black hole theyre marginally stable they make a lotta energy and they last a frankly unreasonable amount of time like you phsycially cannot conceptualize the amount of time they last no one can its impossible thats why if you could manage to build a habitat around one thatd be lifes best chance for living functionally forever but at that point is it really worth it i mean we dont really know what happens when black holes fizzle out we dont know whats at the end of a singularity we dont know what the universe will be like when even the last white dwaff turns to ash and iron who knows maybe after a billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billlion billion years a spark will reignite it all and we'll have big bang part two yknow its kinda similar to rain world do you really want to stick around for the end of the universe do you really want to prepare to live forever or would you rather enjoy it as it is yknow?

Anyway whats your favorite media besides Rain World, if that's it?

fun fact i took astronomy in college so theoretically i recognize those words but i just woke up with an insane migraine + on my period so i do not have the brain capacity to actually parse all that but i do remember that i had a massive existential crisis in class while we were talking about what could be beyond the edge of the known universe so im just gonna say agreed!

aside from rain world i love hollow knight, vocaloid, hannibal, inside job (fuck you netflix for cancelling it on a cliffhanger), gravity falls, invader zim, madoka magica, kill la kill, stardew valley, and some other shit i’m probably forgetting.

also media related i guess is that my new year’s resolution was to get into more all female metal/screamo bands and artists. i’ve been listening to a lot of poppy (current fav), kittie, deathbyromy, jazmin bean, zheani, and snowblood! so if anyone wants to recommend anything similar that’d be awesome!! i collect records too!!

this is the inside cover of zig it’s hanging up on my wall because it is simply that badass

other favs include my signed copy of negative spaces (i’d already listened to a couple poppy songs before she dropped this album but this one is what REALLY got me into her stuff. listen to it, it got me thru so much rough shit)(also she makes insanely good iteratorcore songs bro like WUHH), my 1/2500 og pressing of take this to your grave, and then my (approximate) rainbow of vinyls above my lesbian flag!! my brother got me am i a girl for christmas, the only album from poppy’s discography on vinyl i have left to snatch up is i disagree!! (…and poppy.computer but the amount that one sells for on discogs is fucking unreasonable).

other than that i thiiiink this is the rest of my collection? i have all of fall out boy’s discography and most of mother mother’s, i NEED a welcome to the black parade one but i dont like the cover of the one thats everywhere in stores :( others on my wantlist include a specific pressing of zaba by glass animals that goes for like 600 bucks on ebay which is fucking criminal, double dare by waterparks, OH AND THERES APPARENTLY A VINYL COPY OF VIOLENCE AGAINST NATURE?? WHICH I WANT SO BAD BUT GIRL ITS A *SINGLE SONG*…BUT ALSO…ITS SO GOOD…

anyways this is getting really long oops. actually this kinda helped cuz i rambled thru the time my medicine sorta started working so at least i was distracted during the worst of it. idk why i started rambling about my record collection but oh well!

[sk1bidi-n1k0-e4ts-people]

Can you make a fic where stark!reader finds out their partner(you can choose the gender)cheated on them and instead of getting angery r just gets really petty revenge like

covering their entire car in plastic with 100 pic of screenshot showing cheating thru text, flags around their house that says 'inserts ex name is a cheating bastard' and house cover it in posted note with skulls on it and hiden those screenshot all over the house (like they still finds it months because r kept their mouth shut for like a month)

And they can do nothing about because no property damage was done

Tony sees this trending somewhere and immediately recognizes it r partner

I basicly want to see his and the team reaction to this

Revenge Dad!Tony stark x daughter!reader

Summary: you get back on your cheating partner

Warnings: cursing, payback,

A/N: I made your partner gn! bcuz I'm a lesbian, 🫤 and e/n is ex's name btw

+•°+*°•++•°+*°•++•°+*°•++•°+*°•+

You were laying in bed scrolling through Instagram when you saw your ex, with the person they cheated on you with, this infuriated you, and you got an idea.

You whipped out your laptop and started printing the screens shots of the messages, all, of the messages even after the breakup, all the lovey-dovey stuff they used to do with you, made you even more frustrated

Once it was all printed out, you hid the papers under your bed. And went to sleep for the night.

+•°+*°•+

The next day you took like three rolls of packing tape from the hall closet. Your father dropped you off at school, you didn't even walk in you simply started walking to e/n's house, their parents were at work, and they were at school. So you had the perfect opportunity.

After a few hours you had gotten all for walls of the house completely covered in paper with screen shots printed onto them.

Now how do you get on the roof, you stuffed the remaining papers into your backpack, threw it over your shoulder and began climbing the oak tree, which you would then jump off of in order to get to the roof.

You had alot of trouble not falling off but eventually you did it. You had tons of sticky notes in your backpack so you got a sharpie and wrote

'Liar' 'bitch' 'coward' 'asshole' 'cheater'

and so on.

You stuck them all over the whole house. Even going inside to mess everything up. Licking all of their silverware and dishes.

And you took all of the batteries in the whole house. And the laundry soup, dish soup, oh and all of the shampoo as well.

and you took all of the milk and poured it down the kitchen sink. Just to be a bit more annoying

And just to be a bit more petty you super glued a photo of you making out with their best friend in front of the now destroyed house, and stuck it right on the front door.

you also threw toilet paper all over the house and threw eggs at the car parked in the driveway. And you had confetti cannons and popped them over the fence to their backyard.

You also popped them all over the front yard, the porch, you even picked the lock on the car and popped a few in there too. Once you had finished that you covered the car in tin foil to make it into a giant oven,

You then had one of your friends drop off a flag that was nion yellow and in bold, red letters said "e/n is a cheating asshole" and stuck it into the middle of the front lawn

Then you went back to school with a smile on your face, just in time for the last class you had.

+•°+*°•+

You had seen it all over the news, internet, everywhere. You felt so proud of yourself, especially when it came on the news while tony was channel surfing and the whole team was there.

"Hang on isn't that...isn't that e/n's house" tony said as he leaned into the tv, and upon turning to face you and seeing the smirk and the very pleased expression on your face he realized.

"Y/n, what did you do?"

"That." You said gesturing toward the tv which had a photo of your masterpiece. When thor, Steve and pepper came in they saw this and asked who's house it was and who did it. Not having a clue.

You answered both of the questions calmly and pepper let out a sigh and crossd her arms, and thor and steve both huddled around you screaming. Just screaming...like aaahahhh.

"OOHH! HOLY SHIT! WHAT IS GOING ON In here" bruce yelled as he and sam, bucky, and nat walked in making everyone go silent. You once again explained the situation and...they had the same reaction.

"Ohhh! Oh my god y/n, holy shit!" Nat yelled coming closer to you.

There was a moment of awkward silence for a good seven seconds before everyone started screaming and jumping, including you, tony and pep.

Lets just say they got what they deserved. To this day e/n's family still finds confetti everywhere, in the lawn, in the car, everywhere. They couldn't get to the roof and had to hire someone to take all of your hard work off around the house 😢

Including the money from hiring someone and replacing the items you stole/broke, it costed a good couple hundred dollars.

Karmas a bitch right?

+•°+*°•+

A/N: i had way to much fun writing this hehe 🤭

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[csharpconch]

drops the rest of the iahb characters hcs here + info abt my oc..(optional to read)

SUNNY CHHIM  ;

Born on March 3rd, Cambodian-British. Female – Straight Ally. ENTJ–A. Main color - yellow + orange.

Sunny would be a very supportive girl with good leadership skills, in my opinion!!! She'd be the student body president because why shouldnt she girlboss???????

She's very social in her class and loves gtting to know people. Just smth that she hates is when people are not cooperative. IMO, when the class gets out of hand she'd be a drill sargeant fr. live laugh love sunny

She loves spending quality time with her family, especially her younger sister. She would also be interested in tennis!!! ^^ She would probably also love scrapbooking idk :3 THATS JS MY HC THO

SILLY HEADCANONS ;

- She has a tad of an accent, but also mixes with the british accent if that makes sense lmao..???

- She has a pet fish because i love fishes therefore she likes fishes now 😭😭

- She started doing tennis when she was like 6

- Extremely strategic

- Always has a plan for anything

- A SWEETHEART <33

- her fashion is GORGEOUS.

BEN THOMAS ;   ( i was strunggling between these then i thought why shouldnt i just make him named both )

Born on February 3rd, French–British. Male – Straight Ally. (...slow slow bicurious flag starts to appear) INTJ – T. Main color - green.

He may look cold, but he's somewhat nice to be around the more you know him. He has an interest with board games. He enjoys critical thinking. His favorite would be chess. ngl, at his school he'd be the vice president

IDK WHY, BUT I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD BE CHRONICALLY ONLINE. Like, doomscrolling through Twitter or smth and i feel like HE WOULD GET INTO TWITTER ARGUMENTS

giant ego, but hey what type of rich blond british kid doesnt have that?/HEAVY J

If he's comfortable enough, he would stick around with you.

SILLY HEADCANONS ›

- when he was a toddler, his special interests were dinasours

- HE WATCHES THOSE HOUSE SELLING SHOWS AND JUDGE THE HOUSES LMFAO

- sometimes he would hand off things he doesnt use anymore off to charity

- germaphobe frfr

- he hates being pressured

- “I'm asking nicely, give me what I want.”/Lyric

MATTHEW HARRISON ;

Born on November 19th, British with Indian ancestry. Male — Straight ally. ESTP–A. Main color – Red.

He would be a very social person, friendly but somewhat like a teaseful type of mean, if that makes sense..?? He's really kind tho, would give a helping hand.

He's sporty, apart of the school’s baseball team. Really likes the outdoors. ON THE OTHER HAND HE COOKS MAD GOOD, LIKE GODDAMN.

HES LIKE SUNNY IN TERMS OF BEING SOCIAL IN CLASS

HE WATCHES THOSE STUPID SURVIVAL TIPS VIDEOS LMAO

him and jonathan get mistaken a lot because of their hair and tan-ish skin help 💔

at home he would like play games on his computer or smth or he would go biking around the neighbourhood

SILLY HEADCANONS ›

- bug enthusiast

- his skin is rough as HELL

- lowkey smart

- everytime he stretches his body cracks

- HE GETS ROAD RAGE 💔💔

- he hates being alone , therefore loves bonding with the group

- OLD SOFT ROCK MUSIC ON TOP

- he's in the cooking club

- plays boardgames with ben but somehow always lost

help dropping my iahb oc here dont mind it 😭😭

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NOELLE LEVINE ;

Born on August 24th, Vietnamese ( Born in England). Female – Lesbian. ENTP – T. Main color › Magenta

She's stubborn as hell lmao. Randomly starts playful arguments with the group. She's the secretary, and shes like rlly aggressive with her friends

She's really friendly and excited to meet new people. Shes also rlly straight forward and blunt.

She randomly has moodswings lmao. SHES RLLY CLOSE WITH SUNNY, and they go practice tennis together.

Other than that, she's also Jonathan's dance partner in competitions and they argue a ton but somehow theyre still friends

SILLY FACTS ›

- She collects stickers :3

- HATES BUGS

- she loves goth girls

- she says her thoughts without hesitation and the others would stare her down

- she likes cheese......idk what to tell u 😭

- dreams of being a lawyer

- in the debate club

ty.. for reading... 🔥🔥🔥

[deep-space-lines]

I tend to say my mom is a little confused but has the spirit about LGBTQ stuff. She only makes the occasional unintentionally wildly homophobic/transphobic remark and as far as she's concerned I am a perfectly reasonable allosexual 100%-binary-cis lesbian because I do not think she could comprehend anything else, but like, she's trying. She could be trying harder! But she's trying.

Anyway, she went to buy some fabric today and came with with a "surprise" for me. Despite having 2, possibly 3 queer children, two of whom are adults who have been out for Years, and living in a very gay part of the country, she somehow only found out the rainbow flag was a Gay Thing like, last month, and in an attempt to be supportive, today she told me she bought me something rainbow as a treat, what with me being gay and all. And then she paused and corrected herself: "well, it's... kind of rainbow"

.............this is what she gave me.

so anyway new pride flag just dropped specifically for the queers whose identity would be difficult to explain to their clueless parents but at least the parents are... kind of trying? I guess??? lmfao

(don't get me wrong I am delighted, it was very sweet of her. I just think it's really funny. an attempt was made. at least she's in the ballpark)