#pop off lesbians

[i-am-a-wooloo]

Hello lesbians.

Guess what week it is.

👁️w👁️

I see you.

[volvosandvampires]

People are so convinced this is appealing to a male gaze, but tbh, I feel like it’s proven more appealing to the female gays—I mean gays—I mean—oh, you get what I mean 👀

[mabaris]

no youre completely right - im a gay (trans)man and i legit wanna see so much more about the women bc There Is So Little. I wanna make a lesbian oc who gets bent in half by taash. im very normal.

i’m just tired man!!!! it feels so obvious how disproportionate it is when you’ve got. a cast of characters that we know almost equally little about. and a few of them explode in popularity and it’s like spongebob sticking his hand out the curtain. literally all a character needs to do numbers is to be a light-skinned man

[frenchfry99]

Little post with my girls in @evillillad 's metal au

Had the motivation to finally finish Poison Garden refs 🎸🥀

Also doodle of Iris and her girl-best-friend teehee :3c

Iris is very protective over her bandmates,, kinda obvious if you look at them all together. Sometimes I think oh, Annie and Bee are so tiny and then I remember they're almost average, Iris is just HUGE (T o T)-

[oranglesswrld]

happy pride month from my fav lesbian!!

redraw of this piece

[aeolianblues]

was kinda thinking about this when I saw Renee Rapp live recently-- I didn't know her visual vibe, I'd heard a few songs here and there but I hadn't really *seen* her, and her attire at Osheaga was really casual, a jersey (baseball/basketball?) and slacks. And that was so amazing! I couldn't help thinking, the work Billie Eilish has done for how women in pop music are allowed to dress is incredible. Seeing her up there all comfortable you just know that Billie walked in her oversized tops so that Renee in her slacks could run; Billie walked through all the critcisms about how she dressed slobbily and having to assert that she didn't owe anyone a display of skin, so that Renee could be comfortable and unquestioned running up and down the catwalk in front of 10,000 people. How iconic.

And I don't think we even realised at the time how much something as simple as letting Billie dress the way she as a (then-) 17-year-old teenager dressed, could end up meaning for a future generation of women in music.

Obviously there is still way to go, there were weirdos complaining about how 'plain' Dua Lipa's Glastonbury outfit was this year (in 2024!!), l have to ask, are you at Paris Fashion Week?? She is the musical HEADLINER of an entire day of music at one of the biggest music festivals in the world, and you can't grant her the space to exist as an artist, you have to moan about her dress not being excitingly revealing enough. There's work to do, it's still dismal out there. But the space Billie Eilish has created for a most ordinarily-dressed woman popstar is still heartening.

[sailorxroxxane]

🖤✨

[sugarsnappeases]

microfic - lesbian lilypad | 1.5k words | sexual content but not tooo explicit

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIA @themuseoftheviolets !!!!!!!!!!! some office rivalry lesbians for your special day i love you so so much and hope you enjoy <333

“What the fuck,” Lily says as she turns the corner and sees Sirius by the printer, sitting on the little table, shoulders against the wall and legs swinging as she watches the paper slide out of the machine.

She looks over when Lily speaks, raising an eyebrow, trying and failing to hide her smirk, which only really serves to incense Lily more.

“What did you do to my print job?” she scowls, moving closer, hands on her hips, standing a few steps away from Sirius, looking down at where she’s sitting.

“What print job?” Sirius replies, in that constant, infuriating, cavalier tone, like she hasn’t a care in the world.

“My print job,” Lily repeats herself, frustrated, then elaborates, “The one that was printing from this printer two minutes ago when I left to get my stapler.”

She brandishes said stapler for emphasis, waving it in Sirius’ face as if she wouldn’t have already seen it in her hand.

“Oh?” Sirius says, lifting her arms to rest behind her head, looking for all the world like she could be reclining on a beach deckchair, rather than a wobbly little table in their office.

The muscles in her arms shift under the fabric of her white shirt as she moves. She’s wearing one of her shirts with the ridiculously frilly collars and cuffs which Lily thinks only Sirius could actually pull off. Not that she would ever tell Sirius that. The way her arms look in this new position makes Lily’s mouth a little dry. Not that she would ever tell Sirius that.

Lily looks back at Sirius’ face, frowns at the cocky little smile she’s now sporting, and huffs, “Well?”

“Well, what?” Sirius smiles wider.

She takes a step closer so as to properly tower over her, “Well, what did you do to my print job?”

Sirius shrugs, nonchalant, a façade of innocence that wouldn’t fool a toddler, “I’m not sure what you’re asking me”

“You’re not sure what I’m asking you.” Lily is unimpressed, pressing the heel of the hand holding the stapler against her forehead. She wonders whether it might be appropriate to punch a staple into her own head and then blame it on Sirius. Maybe that would get her fired, or at least out of the running for this stupid promotion.

“That’s what I said,” Sirius says, slowly, like Lily’s an idiot.

Lily is not an idiot. Lily is incredibly frustrated.

“I’m asking you what you’ve done with my fucking print job!” She raises her voice a little, gesturing sharply towards the printer and its distinct lack of her eighty-three page report on the company’s financial projections.

Sirius raises an eyebrow again, still infuriatingly aloof, unruffled, something a little mocking in the tilt of her lips as she says, “Was it anything important?”

Lily scowls, because yes, it was something important. And Sirius knew it was something important and that was why she had done something to it. She isn’t quite sure what Sirius has done but she’s going to find out and she’s going to get her report back and she’s going to get the promotion and that’s that.

“It was more important than whatever you’re printing,” Lily replies, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Sirius laughs, “Is that so?”

She taps the stapler impatiently against her side as she nods, because obviously that’s so.

“So, you think your financial projections are more impo-”

Lily interrupts then, shoving a vindicated finger in her face, “So you do know what the print job was!”

Rolling her eyes, Sirius opens her mouth to reply but is interrupted again before she can, this time by the printer emitting a series of loud beeps.

The two of them turn to look at the machine, leaning sideways to read the message on the display screen: ‘Out of Ink.’

After a moment, Sirius sighs, “This is your fault, you know”

“My fault?” Lily crosses her arms again, outraged, “Oh, well I’m dreadfully sorry for using company ink in the company printer in order to print important company files,“

She takes a step back as Sirius stands up, directly in front of her yet still an inch or so shorter, but doesn’t halt in her tirade, “I mean the gall, right? I’m sure this is deeply inconvenient for you,”

As Sirius moves towards the supply cupboard, Lily walks backwards in front of her, still ranting and letting herself be led blindly.

“You know, this reminds me of an inconvenience I experienced not too long ago. Would you like to hear about it? You’re involved actually, what a coincidence!”

Sirius reaches out a hand as Lily’s back hits the door, turning the handle and pushing it open. Lily mirrors the steps that she takes, moving backwards into the cupboard, fuming and making sure Sirius is aware of that.

“I’d just had to deal with the inconvenience of going to fetch my stapler from my desk when I returned to collect my print job from the printer,”

The door shuts behind them, leaving them in darkness except for the light seeping in from the cracks around the door as Lily backs into one of the shelves, Sirius still right in front of her.

“And lo and behold, my print job was missing!”

Sirius lifts her arm up to get one of the ink cartridges from the shelf just above Lily’s shoulder.

“And what should I find in its stead but you!?”

With her last word, Lily jabs her index finger into Sirius’s sternum and their eyes meet, green on silver-grey, direct eye-contact, with inches between them and tension snapping into place like the pencil Lily had broken in an argument with Sirius a week prior.

The stapler clatters to the floor as she tangles her fingers in Sirius’s hair, their lips meeting in a hot, frantic kiss.

They’ve been doing this a lot recently, since they realised that they were both up for the same promotion and that arguing couldn’t quite expel the annoyance they feel for each other. It’s never planned, never purposeful, but it's starting to become a routine; one of them would accost the other with some complaint until, frustration thick in the air around them, they would crash into each other like tectonic plates - destruction, earthquakes.

Last week, Lily had ‘forgotten’ to forward an important email and Sirius had confronted her about it at the end of the day, once most people had already left. They had fucked up against a desk, Sirius three fingers deep and Lily desperately holding back moans as Joan from HR walked past on her way out.

A few days later, Lily had gone to yell about something Sirius had said to their boss and found her on a Zoom call, gesturing angrily at Lily to shut up. Somehow, that had ended with Lily on her knees under the desk eating her out as Sirius frantically tried to wrap up the meeting.

Now, Sirius is kissing her way down the side of Lily’s neck, long, elegant fingers working open the buttons of her blouse and sliding into her bra. Lily gasps at the touch, moving her hands from Sirius’ hair to slip up under the bottom of her shirt, pressing into her sides.

They’re never particularly careful about getting caught - this supply cupboard isn’t exactly out of the way - but Lily refuses to admit that this might do more to jeopardise her chances at the promotion than Sirius herself ever would have. Either way, she thinks she would still be entirely justified in blaming Sirius if she didn’t get it.

There’s someone else up for the promotion too but Lily can’t remember their name as Sirius bites lightly at her nipple and tugs her skirt up to sit around her hips. She throws her head back against the shelf behind her, running her hands through sleek, black hair again as Sirius sinks to her knees in front of her. Sirius pulls her knickers down, running her nose up her inner thigh, and Lily wraps a leg over her shoulder, pulling her closer.

Lily groans as Sirius licks into her - she despises her and is actively praying for her downfall, but god is she good with her tongue.

*****

One annoyingly earth-shattering orgasm later and Lily is pulling her knickers back up, pushing down her skirt and generally trying to look like she hadn’t had a head between her legs just a minute prior.

Sirius is standing up again, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand in a way that’s quite frankly obscene and grinning cockily at Lily in a way that makes her want to both smash her head against the shelves of the supply cupboard and get down on her own knees and return the favour. Instead she buttons up her blouse and tucks it into her skirt, frowning at Sirius.

“So,” she asks, “what did you do to my print job?”

Sirius’ grin widens, not even the slightest pretence of innocence now, shrugging as she replies, “Oh, I threw it in the bin.”

Lily huffs and marches past Sirius and out of the supply cupboard. She slams the door behind her and goes to put Sirius’ print job in the shredder.

[doki-doki-lesbian1225]

expanding on this thing i said based on a joke doodle by @sillyouhette (just wanna give proper credit)

i think natsuki just naturally resorts to sass when she doesn't know what to do.

when she's lost, and confused, and doesn't know what's happening.

which, for the longest, probably manifests as a response to just.. concern. concern with no strings attached. even when she's doing bad. even when she's "being a fuckup".

and a lot of it probably comes from yuri, after Self-Love

and that probably just.. throws off natsuki so bad. she feels like this girl should probably hate her, and yet.. yuri's so caring to her. yuri lets her cry, yuri's seen her during a breakdown, a panic attack, and yet.. she doesn't judge. she doesn't see natsuki as any less for being weak. for letting herself be weak like that.

if anything, yuri seems proud.

and natsuki doesn't know how that makes her feel. and it scares her, the same way dating that gothic goddess(tm) eventually does.

[redwhitebuddie]

omg buck tackling him.. *cue whatta man*

[sapphicslut777]

my top surgery bear is complete!! (with just 9 days to go!!!) i never named hims tho…

[neo-wolfe]

Devilish Hairdresser future designs by Li Speaks,,,,,, they're right they Are gfs,,,,

[yourfavealbumisgender]

Blah-Blah-Blah by Iggy Pop is a Transmasc Lesbian!

requested by anon

[acowardinmordor]

My brain won't shut up about this, so maybe if I write it my brain will let me finish working and get this massive work project off my plate.

Warning for Accidental Drunken Pregnancy

Fandom loves, correctly, the idea of Girl!Steve Harrington, either as an 'always a' or trans, we're a fan. And that's good. No arguments from me there.

But I was thinking about Always a Girl Eddie. And the impact that would have. Because see, Eddie is already Wrong in a lot of ways. She's poor, she's loud, she's a freak, she sells drugs, and starts shit with bullies. She's too much in every way, and she refuses to be a girl properly. Has ever since she was old enough to express an opinion.

She didn't want to play with dolls or play house. She wanted to run through the park chasing dragons. When her parents fought, she wanted to run away and get found by the Addams family where no one would be mad at her for liking black and reading about blood and fights and monsters.

By the time she's in high school, everyone's decided she's a lesbian. She isn't. She thinks she isn't, but she doesn't get a chance to try or test or find out before the whole damn town has made it Known. Eddie doesn't wear skirts, and she doesn't style her hair, and she doesn't listen when the counselor sits her down to talk about her behavior and how she needs to try to be a bit more like other girls if she wants to get married one day. That's her junior year, which is when she snaps and, true or not, goes on a rant about being a carpet munching butch who never wants to have a husband.

Her friends don't care. They've talked to her and agree its all bullshit. Her only regret about it is that her outburst becomes fodder for the kind of bias that makes her fail two classes her senior year. It makes her fail four her second time around. PE is one of them. The teacher won't let her participate if she isn't 'dressed appropriately' which suddenly requires that all the girls have their legs shaved. Surprise surprise, Eddie is the only one that has an impact on. Wayne gets into a shouting match over it, and he wins, but not in time for Eddie to pass.

And every time someone pushes her to be more ladylike, Eddie doubles down on being a freak because she's a lot of things, but she's not a quitter. The one good she knows she manages is that barely any other girls in Hawkins get bullied all that much. Eddie pulls too much attention, and Eddie is so far off the end of the scale, it makes the minor mistakes easy to ignore.

All her friends are guys because the girls of Hawkins are scared of the witch/lesbian/succubus/whatever bs they came up with this week. There are some girls who Eddie thinks want to come talk to her, thinks she'd be friends with if she could, but any girl willingly hanging around the Freak is going to get painted with the same brush.

She showed up to every single class in her third go around, daring her teachers to fail her again when she was getting perfect scores on anything with a straight answer, and doing so well on the subjective stuff they were giving her passing grades. She had a new flock of sheep who didn't care about the rumors because she ran Hellfire for them.

After Spring Break, after they accuse her of seducing and murdering Chrissy, after Eddie walks into Mordor and is dragged out the other side. After Eddie gives everything she has for a town that hates her, the school gives her the diploma. Maybe its just because they're terrified that she'll come back for a fourth try if they don't, but she has the damn thing.

Or maybe they don't want the new freshmen to start crying when they see her scars.

After the hospital lets them all leave, and after El and Will do whatever it is they do and promise it's over for real this time, Robin, Eddie, and Harrington sit around and watch crap movies and talk. It's still June when Robin comes out to her, and Eddie has to awkwardly explain that she isn't. Supportive, in favor of it, but not sure if she's like Robin.

"But everyone heard about what you said to--"

"Yeah, she was telling me I should start curling my hair and wearing makeup so I could find a husband."

"She did not."

"Yeah. I kinda snapped."

A few minutes tearing apart that kind of thinking later, and Steve asks, "So you like dudes?"

Eddie shrugs, because she's never tested that either. A bit of leftover enmity from when he was the King and she was the Freak keeps her from admitting she's a virgin. Instead she gestures to her face and neck, the part of her chest visible around her tank top.

"Don't think that's going to matter, Stevie, not now that I look like the Wicked Witch midway through melting."

There's nothing either of them can say about that. Between her status as a murder suspect, the infection from Upside Down dirt, and how efficient the demo bat fuckers were, her scars are ugly. Not the sort of thing she's read in books that a hero learns to take pride in. Just a mess. Her smile is jacked up on the left, and while she does have both of her nipples, the one boob is significantly smaller, and lumpier than the other now.

But they're friends, and its nice. Robin didn't find a fellow lesbian, but Eddie can understand the way she feels, and they bond over it. Where Robin goes, so goes Steve, so intentional or not, Eddie and Steve get close. Help each other with scar cream type close. It would be weird if there was any universe in which Steve would ever be interested in her. Instead they're good friends, and co-conspirators against the gremlins.

Robin is starting college in the spring semester in Chicago. Steve is going with her. Obviously. Eddie hasn't agreed to anything, but she's considering it.

They have one last party at Harrington's place. The kids leave around seven. The Hellfire guys leave around nine. By eleven, all three of them are plastered, and Robin is lamenting that she's leaving Hawkins and still hasn't kissed a girl. Eddie rolls her eyes and smacks one on her. Get it over and done with, right?

After an hour of Robin flustered and babbling about 'yes, yes, yeah, I do like girls! Kissing! Kissing girls is great! Steve! Steve-o! Did you know kissing girls is great?" she passes out on the couch.

Steve and Eddie, just sober enough to know that they're all going to be hungover in the morning, close blinds and lock doors. They leave water and asprin by Robin, then chug down a glass each.

"So, did it help you figure it out? Kissing my Soulmate with a capital P? Did you figure out if you like kissing girls more than guys?"

Eddie giggles instead of answering.

"I know Rob's not kissed anyone, but if you liked kissing her you probably could tell, right? So if you liked kissing her as much as you like kissing guys, or if its not like kissing guys, then you know!"

Steve's not a dumb as the kids joke. When Eddie doesn't answer, he puts it together. "Oh. Oh shit. Eds. You and Robin were each others' first kisses? Thats so -- you didn't have to do that! And now you don't know if you like kissing girls or guys or both or neither or -- Oh!"

Eddie watches Steve come to his decision and turn, and she decides to let it happen. Steve is the only guy her age who doesn't wince looking at her face. This is probably the only chance she's got until she's old enough her skin gets all wrinkly and no one can see the scars are there anymore.

It's better than kissing Robin. There's a lot of reasons why that might be true, but none of them matter, because after that first one. After a few seconds pause. After she leans a little closer like she's asking, they don't stop.

She wakes up naked and sore, with a blinding headache and the tight-skin pain that comes from forgetting the scar cream.

Awkward doesn't cover it when they look at each other in bed. When Robin trips on her way to make coffee, it gives them an excuse not to talk about it. It's bad enough that Eddie keeps thinking about it, and excavating the fragments of memory she's got. Probably the only chance she's going to get, and she remembers barely half. She does remember liking it, and Steve liking it, and neither of them being weird about the scars because they've been helping each other with them for months now.

Once they're sober enough for it, they talk, both of them apologizing, but not really. Neither of them regret it, even if it wasn't their best idea, and Eddie starts quoting Robin's rant about antiquated concepts of virginity when Steve tries to apologize for that. It's definitely weird, but they're not going to freak out about it.

By Wednesday, when Steve and Rob are loading up the beemer to drive north before the holidays, so they could get a place with a rental discount, everyone turns out to say bye. Eddie winks at Robin again, because it still makes her blush, and it still makes Eddie and Steve laugh when she does. She gives Steve a hug, and a promise to make a decision soon about moving up with them.

Six weeks of scheduled phone calls with them, and uncomfortable talks with Wayne, Eddie has finally, finally decided to go for it. She'll still be a freak, but according to Steve, no one in the city will bother her about it unless she asks them to. He's working at a diner, and swears the bookstore across the street will totally hire Eddie if she applies. Robin loves her classes, and her part time hours at the library on campus.

It's while Eddie is looking around and opening drawers, trying to plan how to move with more detail than 'throw stuff in the van' that she notices. There's a box of pads, mostly empty, in the corner of the bathroom cabinet. It's been mostly empty since November. And yeah, her period has never been predictable, and this isn't the longest its gone, and Eddie has never cared since she wears black all the time -- but. This time she had sex.

The odds are tiny, and the image of it is ridiculous. Eddie isn't any kind of a mom. Harrington is more a mom than she is. Anyway, all that shit in sex ed about it only takes once is crap. And she remembers Steve getting out the box of condoms. She doesn't remember anything between that and getting fucked, but she definitely remembers how concerned he was about opening the foil. So there's no way. No chance. Absolutely none.

The test comes back positive, and the nurse at the planed parenthood in Indianapolis asks if she wants to hear about her options.

It's pretty easy to choose as it turns out. Easier than quitting smoking cold turkey is for sure. Hell of a lot easier than telling Wayne. It's not something she ever wanted, ever thought about or considered, but Eddie knows this is the only chance she's got. Well. Sperm donors maybe, not that she'll ever have the money for it, unless she paid a guy to keep coming around until she got knocked up.

At first, she keeps it quiet because the nurse told her about the potential problems, especially with how much Eddie drank and smoked. It's not certain, so she stays quiet. Stalls the topic of moving up. She waits an entire day for the doctor to slip her in between appointments to get an ultrasound and check. Everything looks good. Healthy. and Eddie gets on their weekly scheduled call, hears Robin and Steve laughing as they tell stories, and Eddie breaks it to them.

"What do you mean? You said you were going to move up here. I thought you said you -- Eds, what the hell? You're going to leave me alone to watch Robin's attempts at flirting? You - I thought you promised."

"Excuse you, Dingus, she needs to come up so we can watch your attempts at flirting. I'm great."

"Fun as that sounds, me and Wayne are getting out of Hawkins. Wayne has some family in West Virginia, and I can't leave him at the mercy of all those spinsters. I'll still have a phone, you know."

They move before she's showing, and Wayne never asks, and Eddie never tells, but her uncle knows who it has to be. They land in Summersville, which is a damn lie since its a blizzard when they arrive. It isn't hard to use moving as an excuse to cancel a few phone calls. Then uses a boss moving her hours working at motel as an excuse when hormones means she knows she'll start sobbing if she gets picks up the phone.

Steve gets accepted to a community college. Robin aces her exams. Eddie finds out she's having a girl. She wouldn't have spent the money to find out since it wouldn't change anything, but the planned parenthood was still worried because of the alcohol at the start.

Wayne brings it up. Eddie considers it.

Steve gets a girlfriend. Eddie stalls.

Robin calls solo because Steve is on a one month anniversary date.

Eddie abandons the idea.

She never makes a choice to hide it from anybody. It's always one moment at a time, needing to get through one more thing, one more problem, one more checkpoint, then she could say it. By the end of July it's been too long, and it would be too weird. They didn't have some great tragic romance. They were good friends who got drunk one night. And Eddie is just living up to the warnings all the guidance counselors scribbled down about her.

She's never going to be anything special. She's not going to go chase her dreams and become the Joan Jett of metal music. She's coming up on eight months pregnant, can't hide it or pretend its something it isn't. She's still loud and obnoxious. She still wears all black and chained pants and refuses to style her hair in anything more complex than a ponytail. She's still mauled by monsters and scarred.

She's never going to be marriage material, and never wanted to be anyway. She can be a good mom though. Not a normal mom. Or a traditional one. She's probably going to end up punching someone at a pta meeting. But she can be a good mom for her daughter, whoever her daughter wants to be as she grows. And if that means she has to learn about ballet and glitter and my little pony, then she will.

Steve and Robin ask about a visit before their classes start since they'll have to do calls every other week now. They offer to drive to West Virginia, or buy Eddie a bus ticket. Eddie manages to dodge that bullet.

She dodges another when she starts contractions while on the phone with them, and plays it off like she has heartburn. She cries when she holds her daughter thirty hours later, smiling broad enough that the scars on her face hurt nearly as bad as the rest of her.

She gets good at sewing together a patchwork lie. Gets Wayne to take Lulu out for a walk during calls. Swallows the guilt when Steve talks about his girlfriend, Amy, who wants to have kids. Stares down the pediatrician who raises an eyebrow at her daughter's name.

It's awful. It's wonderful. It hurts more to do it alone than Eddie could have imagined, but she still can't bring herself to say it. Not because she thinks Steve would hate her for it . He wouldn't. One look at Stephanie Luthien Munson -- Lulu -- and Steve would know. And Steve would stay. And Steve would give up his classes and his girlfriend and his hope for his perfect family. Eddie has always known she's not what anyone is looking for.

So Eddie gets good at dodging questions, and explaining away noises in the background, and finding very reasonable excuses not to come out to visit. Very good at it.

She makes it to June of 1989, when her best friends decide it's been too long, and show up for a surprise visit.

Eddie was right though. It only takes a glance at the toddler on Eddie's hip as she opens the door for both of them to know.

[hussyknee]

You know what? You're right about everything. In fact people who shit all over mspec gays/lesbians not only have no concept of how anything works, but they're also fucking selfish and horrible members of the community. I'll die on this hill. A bunch of assholes only out for themselves.

We are actively under fire in many countries. US and UK are actively heading into a trans genocide. Russia is getting worse, too now. Loads of other countries I haven't named. (Before anyone says jack shit the fucking center named after the person who coined the term genocide said we were headed that way. Genocide isnt an overnight thing you stupid leftists Do your damn research and shut up.)

We are at a high rate of suicide and sexual violence, regular violence housing and health care denial, etc. Do you think someone is going to stop and make sure someone isn't a snowflake queer or "tucute" or mspec lesbian before they bash their fucking head it? Do you think a doctor is gonna tell a nonbinary person who looks visibly queer "of course I'll treat you, you're not one of those trans people" Not to mention how you're so quick to exclude closeting and questioning kids who already want to kill themselves? Do you fucking hear the way you talk about your own people? LEAVE OUR OWN PEOPLE ALONE AND CALL YOUR GOVERNEBT REPS OR GET PETTITIONS CIRCULATED OR DONATION POSTS BOOSTED!

You would really rather attack people who's fucking LABELS you disagree with than do anything fucking positive to protect the rest of us? It makes me sick to my fucking stomach that y'all care more about policing than you do about your own people? Absolute selfish and cruel bootlicker behaviour. It's disgraceful, and I'm ashamed and enraged to share space with you people.

[songsofsappho]

Getting ready for bed...