#or tall femmes

[blvddyvvalentine]

I’m sorry if I see one more piece of butchfemme media that’s an insanely ripped 6’12 butch and a tiny dainty thin little femme I will actually start pulling the bars off my enclosure and whatever happens is between y’all and god. You did this. Like I’m sorry have you met most butches? Or most femmes? What are these insane unachievable expectations we’re putting out there for eachother???

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

Wow, this "gender free" fashion brand sure doesn't have any AMAB models.

[saym0-0]

jizzie but i accidentally made joel a beautiful butch so uh i guess they're lesbians now

[bunnyboy-juice]

NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???

[frottingfemme]

shorter mascs and butches, let me hug you from behind and peer over your shoulder at whatever task you’re doing. Later you can rest your head on my shoulder while we dance, and I’ll let you push me down on the couch and have your wicked way with me (or vice versa 💖), then we can spoon in bed however you like, I’ll be big spoon with my head tucked close to your shoulder, or you’ll be big spoon with your forehead pressed to my spine.

I am begging y’all to let me love on you

[szollibisz]

save me caitwen. caitwen save me

[fastidious-and-a-mess]

JULIA SHARING TRUEBEANS FANART BUTCH JANCY CANON???? (link to the original post x)

[butchharts]

femmes taller than me 😵‍💫 butches taller than me 😵‍💫 femmes shorter than me 😵‍💫 butches shorter than me 😵‍💫 moral of the story is that I will fuck you ❤️

[thescriptorium]

vi was so real for having a pretty femme ruin her life after not giving a shit ever 😭 she’s one of us fr

[bikerbutchbait]

SOMETHING SPECIAL ˚₊‧꒰ა ꣑ৎ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

found this adorable butchfemme blurb in my notes and i had to share! hope u enjoy let me know if you’d like me to continue it. mdni suggestive content.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

“so how’s your biker beau?” annie wraps her rosy lips around the white diner straw, eyes peering up at adelaide across the booth. she pokes her lip out. “she’s not my beau…” she sighs, slumping back into the seat. “thanks for reminding me.”

annie rolls her eyes, shaking her head and taking a fry from its home in the basket at the center of the table. she dips it into her vanilla milkshake, then pulls it out and sucks the cold cream clean off. “you’ve just gotta bite the bullet addy. take her by her leather collar and kiss her hard.”

“think i don’t want to? what i wouldn’t give…”

annie shakes her head, rapidly whispering no. “i don’t wanna hear about it until it happens. pull up your big girl britches and have sex.”

jo, the aforementioned biker beau, had been staying at the cider motel just off the highway. she wasn’t planning on being in town very long, but her buddy al met annie lou and everything changed. they started going steady and a month later they were planning the rest of their lives together. jo didn’t mind it though, she was glad to see al so happy. he deserved it.

that just left her in rough spot. they were planning on seeing the world together. two butches biking state to state, keeping warm under the comfort of one another. now jo spent her nights reading newspapers for job openings and watching the twilight zone.

a sudden knock on her motel door stirs her up. she ashes her cigarettes in an empty can of coors and rushes to the window. peering through the curtains, she slaps her hand over her mouth.

there stood adelaide, red lips and blushed up cheeks. manicured hands at the sides of her hips, dress just above her knees, and it was jo’s favorite color. sweet baby blue. sweet baby jesus, what’s she doing here all dolled up?

“just a second!” jo calls out, followed by the sound of commotion. she jumps around her room, throwing away empty beer cans and picking up her socks off the floor. then she tucks the covers of her bed in and rushes to open the door. “sorry to keep you waiting, pretty lady.”

adelaide could’ve melted right then and there. before her, a slightly sweaty and out of breath jo. comfortably in a wife pleaser and a pair of slacks. glasses pushed up into her short hair, and a toothpick hanging out of the side of her mouth. she stands there for a second soaking it all in, then realizes that she’s gawking with her mouth slightly open and stutters out a greeting.

“hi- hello. sorry. hi, i’m sorry.”

“nice to meet you sorry, i’m jo.” jo holds a hand out, letting a small laugh slip from her throat, smiling at adelaide. there’s heaven in that sweet serene sound of her laugh. birdsong and an angels chorus when she smiles. safety in the dimples of her cheeks. she looks incredible in the room’s low lamp lighting.

adelaide laughs like it’s the first time she’s ever heard a joke in her life. the kind of laugh that makes you stumble and hit your knee. grab your stomach, fall back. shimmy and shake it out of your body. the kind that squeezes tears out of your eyes, and it’s all so endearing to jo. because god this girl is cute, and it wasn’t that funny.

“wanna come in?” she moves out of the doorway. adelaide nods, carefully stepping in. one hand is in the other now, she starts to nervously fiddle with her fingers. looking down at the copper carpet, how the color contrasts with her brightly colored mary janes.

“is everything okay?” jo has closed and locked her door now. she’s standing next to adelaide, close enough to make her breath hitch and get stuck in her throat. she wants to look in her eyes, but she can’t. she’s lost in the freckles speckled all over her strong arms. addy can tell she works with her hands, and can very easily get lost in the imagination of her lifting heavy objects. getting dirty under the hoods of cars. lifting her shirt up to wipe the sweat dripping down her forehead…

“yes. yeah jo, everything’s fine. i just wanted to see you. i got you something.”

jo’s heart swells as the words leave the girl’s mouth. she watches as she pulls a wrapped gift box out of her pocket. the poor girls hands are damn near trembling. she hands it off to her, then puts her hands behind her back and bites her lip.

jo wastes no time opening it, carefully discarding the wrapping paper to unveil a small box. she pulls off the top to reveal a silver watch, something she’s been wanting to get but swears she didn’t have the “time” to do it. that she’d come around to it. she takes it out of the box and examines it further, noting that it looks incredibly expensive before flipping it around to see her name engraved on the back.

her jaw drops and her eyes grow wide as saucers. “oh fuck, addy. can i give you a hug?”

she smiles and whispers a soft “sure” before being embraced warmly. she can’t get enough of feeling jo’s body on hers. the woody scent of her cologne, the heat from her body, subtle skin to skin. it was enough to make you dizzy with desire. they’d only hugged for 10 seconds but it felt like a lifetime.

jo pulls away, putting a hand on her head and patting it forwards. “wow adelaide this is- wow. this is really something, you know?”

“it’s just a little something. i know you’ve been wanting one for a while so i-“

jo scoffs. “it’s more than a little something addy. my names engraved in the back, how’d you manage that?”

the shy girl tsks. “guy at the shop did it for me. you deserve it jo, really. you deserve something special.”

jo feels fireworks exploding inside of her and she can barely contain herself. overwhelmed at the happiness those very words gave her. she looks at adelaide with nothing but love in her eyes and steps closer to her. “i gotta tell you addy, i’ve never wanted to kiss anybody as bad as i wanna kiss you right now.”

silence and a spout of tension before adelaide closes the gap between the two of them. she took the front of jo’s shirt in her hand, twisted it, and pulled her lips onto her’s.

sweet sweet bliss. a fervor burning in the air around them. jo’s hands on addy’s waist. addys hands on the back of jo’s neck. nails scratching at her with a want. a need. deep desperation and pent up sexual frustration. one could almost ask how long has it been? a damn hot minute.

jo pulls away but there’s an obvious pain about it on her face. addys got the widest smile plastered on her very own. so big and dumb, lipstick smudged all over her lips.

“even better than i imagined.” jo wipes some lipstick off her chin. she plants a sweet kiss on the sweet girl’s nose, then pulls her closer by her waist.

“better than you imagined? how long have you been imagining this?” addy wraps her arms around jo’s neck, staring deep into her glistening eyes. “how about i show you just how long i have?” jo responds without missing a beat.

adelaide can feel the heat rushing to her core, legs growing weak at jo’s touch. her fingertips slightly grazing at her sides. the way her eyes wander all over her body, with longing. a lustrous desire spreads throughout her body and the sight alone makes addy feel like she’ll explode.

[the-banished-one]

i just keep thinking about them

[twink-remus-lupin]

remus john lupin was not muscular and tanned he was skinny and lanky and pale as a ghost. the fact that his chronic illness is being erased in favor of him being a buff top for his “petite twink” boyfriend is so genuinely upsetting and in this essay i will

[ratpinkpunk]

Some simple messy sketches

I believe in short dash propaganda

[neko-naruto]

call me controversial but as a short butch whose only had failed romantic endeavours and just wants a tall femme girlfriend who could snap me in two with ease i can get behind marchil 100%

[snailification]

I love short masc women

[quietshame-dodo]

Note:

Your past doesn’t define the person you are today.