#return of the middle aged lesbians

[cogentsummoner]

Can I get #13 with BIG MIGHT? 🫦

13. “You’re so in for it when we get home.”

“You’re so in for it when we get home.”

"Whatever have I done to upset you, my dear?" Orion hummed from where she'd been thrown over All Might's shoulder as the hero bounded from building to building. She couldn't see it, but she was certain that the Number One Hero was giving her a withering look right now. Orion merely smirked.

"You know exactly what you've done," she grumbled. "I'm talking about your costume."

"What, the bodysuit underneath? Darling, that's been part of my costume for decades," Orion countered, playing dumb.

"I know that! But it certainly wasn't - it was always white or black, not..." Toshinori faltered.

"Not your colors?" Orion purred.

Orion's ordinary hero costume consisted of a princely outfit that was largely made of ordinary fabrics- her back, with her crystal cluster growths on it, was her shield. It made no sense to cover up her shield with a worse shield. So, underneath that ordinary princely attire, Orion wore a backless bodysuit, made of far more durable fabric, and framing her clusters beautifully.

The "hype moment," as her fans called it, in most of her well documented fights was when Orion ripped off the scraps of her outer costume to reveal the bodysuit underneath. Which she'd done today, when she and All Might teamed up. Only this time, her normally sleek but plain bodysuit was a familiar blue, with white and red accents.

"Yes! When did you- why did you-?" Toshi stuttered, and Orion could just hear the blush on her face.

"Perhaps I simply wanted to match with you, darling," Orion replied airily. "Does it fluster you? To see me in a suit based on yours?"

Toshinori didn't answer, but she didn't need to. They both knew it already.

"I do hope you throwing me over your shoulder isn't your idea of 'punishing' me. I'm fairly certain every lesbian in Japan's fantasized about it at least once," Orion continued.

There was a significant pause before Toshinori asked, "Including you?"

"I'll leave that for you to ponder over, I think. Besides, why do I need to fantasize when you're right here, within reach?" Orion said, reaching down to grab and squeeze All Might's cute ass.

The Symbol of Peace proceeded to trip over her own feet, sending both her and Orion crashing onto a roof.

Orion wasn't quite as durable as her lover, so it took her a minute to reorient herself, while Toshi had immediately sat up and crawled over to make sure she was okay.

...Overeager as she was, this meant that All Might was effectively on top of her, concerned look on her face. Well- she might as well make the most of the situation.

Orion pulled Toshinori down into a searing kiss that the hero melted into; Orion greedily swallowed down the whimpers and sighs that Toshi let out as she tangled her hands in golden blonde hair.

"W-wait!" Toshinori said, seemingly regaining her senses as she broke the kiss. "We can't- not here, not somewhere so...public."

"Oh, I know. Little Miss Goody Two-Shoes would never," Orion cooed, smirk on her face. "I just want to rile you up a little bit more before we get home. You're so delightfully easy to tease, my dear."

smut prompts / accepting.

[appleblueberry-pie]

When Gojo asks why we won’t just be with him we tell him that he isn’t worth it 😔🫰

He isn’t worth the body or the history… I know a lot of people like to brag about having exes and body’s but that shit is so embarrassing to me 😭 like I feel like a whore because a boy kissed me in like middle school and he was a BOY. Boys are so gross omg-anyway-

Like why would I date you if we’re gonna break up? Get out of my face bro 😔

"....Is that what you became friends with me for? I'm not interested in dating you, Gojo."

Gojo never knew you were the type to reject people like him. He was everything you wanted in a man and he knew it. Money, extroverted, very fine, strong, tall, sexy, intelligent, all of the above. So....why did you say no to his confession? I repeat, HE CONFESSED and you rejected HIM. He couldn't help but accidentally voice his thoughts.

He leans back in surprised and scrunches his eyebrows at your response. "What?" You raise your eyebrows at his answer and continued eating the food he bought you at this expensive cafe that you now loved. ".....What? Never been rejected before?" You laughed at his response and kept eating. He wasn't gonna pressure you into dog shit, he could kiss ass. You did like his qualities. But with how the dating pool is currently, you wouldn't be surprised if he had three bitches lighting his phone up currently. You had zero hope in all men unless they don't use their phones at all and instead told you the worst jokes on planet in hopes of swooning you.

You would rather not date him. He was nice eye candy though. He gains his composure back and leans on the table. "Yeah, I have been, but I felt like we were both interested in each other, you know...?" You nod, understanding what he meant. "Yeah....sorry if it seemed like I was leading you on." He shakes his head, still incredibly butt hurt inside. "No, it's not your fault."

Why did you say no? He wants to ask desperately. Too many questions filled his mind at the possibilities. Were you lesbian and he was too stupid to realize? Was he not your type at all whatsoever? Was he too stuck up like Suguru said? He doesn't know. "Is it okay if I ask what made you say no?"

You shrug and look up in thought. "Well, it's not you, it's just....too much is happening right now. And I mean with everyone. Too many people are love-bombing each other, there's no genuine connection ever, then there's 'situationships', and a looot of people my age don't have patience for long-term relationships and it's just....i feel like- ugh i guess I'll say it. But I feel like you're the perfect person to have all of those qualities. You're very attractive, Satoru, so....I don't know if I'm ready to trust you enough not to put those labels on your head. It's dumb, but yeah. And I do too much with relationships. I put too much time and energy into the person I'm with, and i hate doing that knowing that there are so many people who've just neglected my needs in return. Basically, I love trauma."

Satoru watched you the entire time you spoke, so you found it hard to continue speaking, but you managed to push through. "Fuck them." You roll your eyes and he takes one of your fries, eating them. "I'm serious. I can give you everything you want and need y/n. I wouldn't ask you out if I didn't have a major attraction and connection to you."

You didn't look impressed, but he was determined. "I agree with you. All of the girls I tried to date just wanted me for sex. I know you would treat me better than that. And I would be willing to give you the love and respect you deserve. I get....I don't want to say this, but I get really happy at the thought of being able to provide for you. All I want is you. And it's okay if you don't want me now."

He takes a piece of your cake and eats it without your permission. "I'm willing to wait."

I'm sorry I took forever with this omg. This is the start of many. I might do like 6 more tomorrow. I need sleep.

[dewitty1]

Fic Recs Wrap Up November 2024 ✩°｡⋆(ノﾟ∀ﾟ)ノ⌒･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*☆

After the Rain Falls by shinigami714 @shinigami714

After the events of the war, all Harry wants to do is forget. For everything to return to normal. But things never were normal for him, and the war left many marks on him not so easily forgotten. When he receives a surprising offer to return to Hogwarts in a continuing education program, Harry jumps at the chance, and despite his best efforts to deal with his problems alone, discovers along the way that quite often, two minds are greater than one. Rec Post

we have heard on high by oflights @oflights

Reeling from the fallout of a bad breakup, Harry decides to find out who his soulmate is. The bad news: it’s Draco Malfoy. The good news: Malfoy doesn’t seem to know they’re soulmates. The worst news: Harry might be falling for him anyway. Rec Post

Nothing Gold Can Stay by Moonflower_Rose @moonflower-rose

One summer evening, Harry Potter vanished in the middle of dinner with his friends. Four days later he came back. Sort of. Draco Malfoy is on the case. Rec Post

The Unplottable Time Conundrum by Writcraft @writcraft

When the past starts bleeding into the present at Grimmauld Place, an old academic article pulls Draco Malfoy out of his life of luxury. Haunted by the memory of a fleeting post-war kiss and thrust into the ghostly spaces inhabited by Unspeakable Harry Potter, Draco’s easy life is about to get a whole lot more complicated. Rec Post

Here are a few more fics I've read recently that y'all might like to check out as well!(੭ˊ͈ ꒵ˋ͈)੭. * ･ ｡ﾟ☆

Come As You Are written by  its_the_allure @its-the-allure, art by ItsPhantasmagoria @itsphantasmagoria

When Harry Potter visits a sexy internet chatroom site, he does so with the hope of answering a niggling question: Am I interested in men? He finds more than he anticipated when he stumbles upon a free strip show starring a very familiar person. Just what is Draco Malfoy doing on a Muggle pay-per-view site? And when did he get so fucking fit? Rec Post

You're on Your Own, Kid by bluefay @thesleepiesthufflepuff

In August of 1998, Draco leaves behind everything he’s ever known. With the help of two middle-aged lesbians, a Muggle bookshop, and a new best friend, Draco’s future is finally looking up. That is, until Harry Potter wanders back into his life a year later, undoing everything Draco has worked towards. Or, a tale about healing, forgiveness, and living for no one but yourself.

( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡ I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I have! Happy reading! xoxo Carey  (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*💜💙💚💛❤💗💕💖

[utilitycaster]

What were the 3 good f/f books you recently read? I'm always looking for book recommendations

Legends and Lattes by Travis Baldree; I had side-eyed it bc it was usually referred to as Cozy Romance which isn't really my thing, and I guess you could fit it into that but that wasn't really the main vibe, which was about starting over and following a weird passion.

Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield which @revvethasmythh has mentioned a few times- won a British prize for Queer Lit. Literary horror magical realism about a lesbian couple, one of whom was in a submarine voyage that went wrong and who returned changed. Beautifully written, incredible book, and a quick read as well.

The Warden by Daniel Ford. This is mostly about a wizard noble who just graduated at the top of her class in Wizard College and after signing up to be a Warden (not to be confused with the Dragon Age ones, but basically, lending your skills as a wizard to a community in exchange for room and board) was assigned to the middle of nowhere, to her chagrin. However, there is, in addition to the main plot, a romance with a woman as well as reference to past romances with two classmates, one man and one woman (ambiguously poly) and it's book one of (I think) a trilogy so I assume Aelis continues to be a good-aligned bisexual triple-major incl. necromancy wizard in a world with six moons that influence the flow of magic, ie, this book happens to be For Me Specifically.

(I'm not much of one for romance novels that are Primarily Romances so if you are looking for that I don't really have that but if you want Fantasy/Sci Fi With Political/Magical Plots But Also Women Are Romancing Each Other In It I can provide further recs; I probably have mentioned them in the past though because I do not read as much as I'd like to and have been on a several year journey to rectify that with varying success)

(the other book I read recently was The West Passage by Jared Pechaček which is not f/f but is vaguely queer in doing some weird stuff with gender, and is also just an incredible vibe with some very cool worldbuilding, still highly recommended)

[amethystfairy1]

✨Hello hello!✨

I'm Amethyst (she/her), and I'm your local fanfic gremlin. I've written a lot for a lot of fandoms, right now I am caught in the Hermit/Traffic/Empires brainrot, and if that's how you've ended up here, welcome welcome!

The tag for my random blog stuff is: #amethyst rambles

And I also always post here whenever I post on A03, be it with a new chapter or an entirely new story!

Right now, I have two WIP AUs!

Through the Sky-Blue Cracks 🌤️

My Hot Guy/Cute Guy, Over-City/Under-City AU that has a lot more going on in it now, it's grown pretty big and is organized in chronological order, not by publishing order, so I write up and down on the timeline filling in parts and pieces as I go!

TTSBC takes place in a modern/slightly sci-fi AU with superheroes, biotech, secrets to hide, trauma to unpack, and as much humor as I can attempt to fit in as well!

Features the local superheroes crushing on each other, anxious writer meets intrepid reporter, the drama professors who can't keep their hands to themselves, penpals gone wild, resident middle-aged married couple who happen to be a mobster and a mad genius, the local cottagecore lesbians, bad boy butterfly and cat lady, protective big sister, Zom-Mom and Sentient Glowstick, a very tired Guy-in-the-Chair with a permanent headache, and more yet to be added! I've got lots of plans left for this AU, so if you're interested, please come check it out!

Tags for the AU are:

#through the sky blue cracks

#ttsbc au

#ttsbc ficlets

Traveling Thieves 🪽

My dark fantasy AU! This one has some heavy themes going on, so I'd encourage reading the tags carefully before jumping in! I'm very proud of how it is turning out, dealing with breaking out conditioned headspaces, survival in a sick system, negotiating power imbalance, the power of friendship (no, really), and of course we've got elves, mercenaries, magic, swords, sorcery, rogues, redstone, and lots more fun stuff like that! Also lots of adorable birbs, one traumatized fiery boy, a mer with an attitude, a good doggo, and hurt/comfort galore! Giving everyone a chance to believe that they've all got a shot at getting lucky.

Tags for the AU are:

#traveling thieves au

#traveling thieves ficlets

I think that's all that going on with me right now...so yeah! I love getting the chance to ramble about my worldbuilding, so by all means, give me an excuse and I will make entire posts about that sort of thing!

My DMs are open and I promise I'm not scary! I love rambling and making fandom friends, so feel free to reach out if you wanna chat!

3/18/25: My askbox is closed right now due to academic hellfires...please direct any asks about TTSBC events to @silver-sunray! My askbox queue has a backup of asks that should be going up while I am out of commission, I will return once the beast of my masters degree is slain!

Thanks for coming by! 💖

[hd-wireless]

📻🎶 H/D WIRELESS 2024 - WEEKLY WRAP-UP #1

🎶  Just a perfect week

Read fanfiction in the park And then later When it gets dark, look at art. Just a perfect week Reading at work in the loo, And then later a podfic, too And then home.

Oh it's such a perfect fest We're glad to share it with you Oh, such a perfect fest It just keeps us reading on, It just keeps us reading on.   🎶

🎤 Welcome to the 8th round of H/D Wireless Fest!

The time has finally come to start posting all the fantastic entries we’ve received this year!

We’ve revealed 9 top hits so far, with many more to come. The mods have been working non-stop since December to make this happen, so we’re beyond excited to finally be underway 🤩

As always you can listen to the prompted songs for the works we post on a playlists:

Click here for the YouTube playlist.

And now without further ado, our Wrap-up for the first week of posting:

🎶 H/D Wireless Art 🎶

📻 Fly Away with Me Tonight? [Gen, Digital Art]

🎵 Song Prompt: Levitating by Dua Lipa  🎵Summary: A chance meeting, an invitation to dance

📻 ghost (might as well be gone) [Gen, Digital ]

🎵 Song Prompt: Might as Well Be Gone by Pixies  🎵 Summary: Draco Malfoy retired from the Auror force and left England a decade ago, but he still receives the Daily Prophet. Today’s issue provides closure on the one case he was never able to officially solve.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic and Art 🎶

📻 Trade My Heart For Honey [M, 64.170, Digital Watercolour]

🎵 Prompt: Water Under The Bridge by Adele  🎵 Summary: A Witch who thinks she’s a Seer, a Seer who thinks she’s a Witch, a former nemesis-turned-something-turned-acquaintance who thinks they could be friends, and a Scottish village full of Muggles who think this is as much their business as the fair folk in the woods. Draco is going to prove them all wrong.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 You're on Your Own, Kid [E, 44.274] 

🎵 Song Prompt: You're on Your Own, Kid by Taylor Swift  🎵 Summary: In August of 1998, Draco leaves behind everything he’s ever known. With the help of two middle-aged lesbians, a Muggle bookshop, and a new best friend, Draco’s future is finally looking up. That is, until Harry Potter wanders back into his life a year later, undoing everything Draco has worked towards.  Or, a tale about healing, forgiveness, and living for no one but yourself.

📻 Heartbeat [E, 22,791]

🎵 Prompt: Heartbeat by Childish Gambino  🎵 Summary: Harry hates Draco, and Draco hates him in return. Only it's not hate, not even a little bit. Featuring: a cooperative independent study, golden hour on wrecked sheets, strawberries in the summer at Grimmauld Place, water from fountains of (dubious) origin, purple Mardi Gras beads, and a bird with silly legs.  Also featuring: heated arguments, infidelity, unquenchable desire, and heartbreak. Over and over again.

📻 Long for Bliss! [E, 9,400]

🎵 Song Prompt: This Must Be It by Röyksopp  🎵 Summary: Harry has a tough decision to make: take the blue pill or the red pill. He chooses a pink one instead and throws caution to the wind. What blows back comes in the form of a blond fallen angel that talks like he’s the Devil and moves like he’s fucking.  Or: Harry tries MDMA for the first time and unexpectedly encounters a mysteriously captivating Draco at KOKO London.

📻 Going Down Swinging [E, 4,661 ]

🎵 Song Prompt: Hello Mudduh, Hello Fadduh! by Allan Sherman  🎵 Summary: “Who are you?” he asked, feeling around for a truly abominable pair of glasses he fixed firmly above his nose.  “I’m Draco,” he answered. “Draco—” He paused. It wasn’t that he couldn’t remember; it was that the memory wasn’t there.

📻 The Most He’s Ever Said [E,16,431]

🎵 Song Prompt: One of Your Girls by Troye Sivan  🎵 Summary: It takes them twenty years.

🎶 H/D Wireless Podfic 🎶

📻 [Podfic] A Different Kind of Meaning by p1013 [E, 01:42:57]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Outnumbered' by Dermot Kennedy  🎵 Summary: The ceiling doesn't hold any answers, but there are cobwebs scattered across the corners with shadows tangled in their threads. The rug against his back is rough and scratchy, threadbare and devoid of colours other than various shades of brown. Harry takes it all in, absorbs the dingy and depressed state of his home. There's a pointed moment of decision, a note about to be played, a silence about to end, and then he rolls to his feet and sets to cleaning.  It's the first constructive thing he's done in years.

[terriblewomanyuri]

The yuri labyrinth is fully complete.

A total of 179 characters.

Legend and closeups under the cut.

I don't ship every single ship on here all at once, but mapping it out as if I do is far simpler. For example, I'm not shipping Talulah with Frostleaf and Alina at the same time I'm shipping her with Eblana.

Regular lines represent a serious relationship as opposed to the dashed lines, which represent a casual relationship.

Arrows represent a one-sided crush, sense of adoration, or a character hitting on another, hence why Tomimi has three pointing at Gavial.

The large triangles indicate a power imbalance, with the thicker end indicating the one in control. It's for the girltoys.

A cut through a line (like between Saria and Kirsten) marks a severed relationship. I anticipated more of these.

Trans flag colorpicked from Blue Poison. The trans flags mark characters I usually hc as transfem, not all of them. Was a bit hesitant on Friskarm, but I like T4T, so I did it.

Non-binary flag colorpicked from Reed the Flame Shadow's E2 and Eblana's art.

Ace flag colorpicked from Dorothy's E2.

Closeup of mono relationship and poly triad block, containing 56 characters.

Ari is the medic NPC with us in Chernobog and most of the main story, her name given in the Anterior story of the Vigilo vignette. Mina is the medic NPC living and raising a child with Meteor in Meteors OpRecs. Lana is the girl Meteor is REALLY close with as a child.

The manhua characters at the bottom are Lammy (right) and unnamed (left). Lammy is feeding a cake to the unnamed Feline woman in the panel their icons are screenshotted from.

They appear at 63% on chapter 7 of the Rhine Labs: Records of Originium manhua here:

Talulah/Eblana is toxic yuri, of course, hence the imbalance marker.

Nearl/USSG polycule closeup, containing 13 characters. The pentagon in the middle represents the USSG polycule. I'm not drawing every single individual line.

Closeup of Ch'en/Bagpipe polycule, with a total of 10 characters.

Closeup of Naumann triad, Asbestos polycule, and Browntail affair, with 4, 4, and 3 characters each. Yucatan is labeled "Butch," with an arrow pointing towards him (he/him butch lesbian).

Closeup of Texas polycule. This one was the hardest to hash out. Started as a polycule with a connecting hexagon in the middle, changed into the current form. Total of 10 characters.

Ignore Keller and Earthspirit.

Closeup of Abyssal Hunters/Kal'tsit polycule, with 22 characters. The triangle marks an imbalanced relationship between Specter and Irene, with Irene as Specter's girltoy. Just a little. Same with Specter and Andreana.

The image connecting Heidi and Golding is a screenshot of this post:

A closeup of the Rhine Lab polycule. There are 8 people within the polycule.

The Penis Sylvestris/Blemishine Polycule. I contemplated giving Wild Mane three trans flags, but decided it would be confusing. There are 9 characters.

The Gavial/Blaze polycule. There are 14 characters.

Read Toddifons's OpRec if you want an explanation for Eunectes being Closure's girltoy, Eunectes x Toddifons, and Blaze hitting on Toddifons.

Closeup of the A1 and Glasgow polycules, with 6 and 5 characters each.

The Angelina polycule. There are 9 characters. The manhua characters are all featured in the Angelina: Sketches of this Messenger's Journey manhua.

For anyone wondering, Provence's age is listed as "As old as Angelina," while Angelina's age is listed as "As old as Provence." They also spent some time together as Catastrophe Messengers when Angelina was starting out.

The woman on top is Ada, featured in Chapter 13.

The woman to the right is Eileen, with Inam wrapping her arm around her shoulders in the panel shown as Inam asks "What? Aren't I good enough company?" This panel is from 3% in to Chapter 1.

The woman on the bottom left is Maertha, a Feline young adult who has been waiting for Angelina's return for five years (since she was young, probably 12-14) and is laughing after finally meeting her again. She first features in Chapter 6.

The woman to the bottom middle is Eliza, an Archosaurian woman who is awed by Angelina's arts.

The woman on the bottom right is Indie Lightrace. In canon, she's a cis male, but I am wise. She is Eliza's mentor.

Link to the manhua here:

I don't think I need to explain Scavenger x Provence.

The Jessicule. There are 6 characters. I really enjoyed the scene where Almond hugs Jessica and slips a piece of paper into her coat... so cute. Coldshot x Jessica needs no explanation. The Cautus woman is Tila, Clip Cliff's intelligence officer. She also buys Coldshot a drink.

No explanation for Tila x Sylvia. I just think that it would be funny if she moved on from her fiance dying via hooking up with a hot Cautus woman. I also like Tila and Sylvia's designs and think they both deserve girlfriends.

[the-yellow-birdy]

I come at this hour, only for you

AN: IM BACK, okay so your girl can't stop and she's incredibly indecisive, so forget the post from yesterday (except the recommendation of the other tumblr) and know that I have returned. Truly hope you will enjoy this L.O.L - Yellow bird

// 18+ audience only! - Heavy dom/sub dynamics - Dom!LarissaWeems x Sub!FemReader - BDSM - Power dynamics/Power play - consensual manipulation - Lesbian yearning - All characters are above the age of 18\\

Click clack, click clack.

The sound of your spool heels hitting the cobblestone floors, was penetrating your ears as you sauntered down the empty firelit halls. It aligned untempered with the beating of your heart, which was already on its way up your throat, trapping your breath, preventing you from deeply inhaling the cool air around you. The pencil skirt you wore, made it fairly difficult to walk at a fast pace, but it was probably for the best. Your hands were clamped with sweat and the white blouse you wore was already getting damp from your warm body and doing a small marathon right now would make your sweaty nervousness visible to anyone. To her. Merciless her.

The skirt could be seen as a bit inappropriate and you were starting to wonder if maybe you shouldn’t have worn it.

Or maybe you should.

What if she says something? Would she look? 

What if you want her to look.

Definitely not. You definitely don’t want her to look, she shouldn’t look. Surely she won’t look. Perhaps she will have stopped with these foolish games. Maybe she will like it and not say anything. 

Or maybe she won’t.

You were nearing her office taking a couple of deep breaths as you swiped your bangs out of your face, smoothing down your neat ponytail.

You’re gonna be fine. Just, calm down.

 It wasn’t unusual for you to be interrupted in the late evenings by Nevermores headmistress. Whenever your screen lit up as you sat comfortably in your bed about to succumb to sleep, you knew there was no protesting. Well maybe if you weren't so pliable there would be, but you being you, there was no displeasing Larissa Weems. 

But it was at night that things got…

Strange

—

One night she had called upon you as you were closing your eyes to the tv-screen in front of you, requesting your presents. It wasn’t the first time, and the appeal of staying in your bed was grand, but you had of course complied as the reliable secretary you were.

You always did.

She didn’t tell you why it was urgent, yet you expected some immediate reports or mails to be written and sent the following morning, calling you now simply as a favor to your busy schedule, giving you some time to write them. But you were far from right.

She had requested for you to make her tea.

Tea? At this hour?

You thought. But of course your thoughts and thinking didn’t have a lot of time in the company of the woman. So with a single tilt of her head you did as you were told standing in the middle of the beautifully crafted office, and made tea.

The act in itself was harmless and quite pure, actually. It wasn’t like you were already asleep when she texted you and was being completely unfair. You could still get home at a decent hour to get some sleep if you hurried.

“Take off your heels, and come pour me the tea.”, she had said, quietly reading a document in her hand, her reading glasses at the bridge of her nose. Only looking over to see if you had sat them neatly aside by the wall. You didn’t, she thought and looked back down at the paper.

You of course wondered about the demand of your heels, but again, not much time to contemplate when Larissa was awaiting you.

She had you stand by her side the entire night. Having you repeatedly pour her tea when her cup became empty. She had only allowed you to leave, when the tea got cold and you had to make a new brew. Not even a bathroom break was given.

You had definitely seen the benefit she gave you of leaving the heels behind. 

Oh, how kind she truly was to you.

As the night came to an end and the early hours of dawn were showing, small birds chirped outside the office window, your eyes had closed, pot in hand, and you were swaying in the morning lights as if in a trance.

A gentle hand on your hip had your eyes flew open, coming out of the hypnotizing calmness. You couldn't see them, yet you knew there were large gray bags under your eyes.

“Well done, dear.”, she had said, drawing lacy circles on your hip bone. You had no idea why you felt like crying when she smiled at you, but you held the tears back.

She had given you the day off to rest, yet expected you back the next morning with the new student reports.

—

Headmistress - Larissa Weems

You looked at the gold plate engraved into the big oakwood door. The expensive shiny gold against the plain dark wood was a contrast that could only be adored, as you knocked twice on the door.

“Ms. Weems, it’s me Y/n”, You almost didn’t hear her timid reply of you being allowed to enter over the thumping of your heavy heart beats.

Just calm down. Nothing is gonna happen. You can always stop it. She would never if you don’t want to. 

But what if you did?

You entered her office, seeing her tapping away at her computer in the distance. Not offering you a single glance as you made your way towards her desk.

You stood in front of her for a couple of minutes, waiting patiently for a sign, a breath, a nod, a clearing of her throat, anything. When she finally looked up at you, finishing her sentence with the final period, she said nothing as her eyes slid down over your exposed collarbones. They traveled further and further over your curves and creases. The subtle outlining of your visible breasts given the bra you had chosen, the skirt of which was far too short for a respectable woman such as yourself, and finally the almost see-through white button-up shirt tucked into it.

She said nothing. Only after seconds lasting what seemed like eternity, did she take her eyes away from you and down to her desk once more. The hairs on the back of your neck had settled again, yet the tingling feeling of a sugar rush in your veins remained.

She always gave you attention during the day. Walking past you desk with a smile and the occasional 

morning dear 

Or words of affirmation when your job had been executed without flaw.

What would become of me without you and your splendid work my darling? 

You lived for it, a single praise from the woman, could plant a stupid smile on your face the rest of the day. You truly were pathetic. You knew you did a good job and what you were capable of, so why did you crave her approval so deeply?

But when nights came around such as this one, she changed. 

She took a stack of papers on the edge of the mahogany table and stretched her arm towards you. Her tea, placed right next to it. She was now looking you in the eyes, ripping off your clothes and exposing your bare self to her, with just a look. Your cheeks burned and you knew she could see it.

“I would like you to go through these letters from the parents. And I'd be very pleased if you only hand them to me, assuming anything serious was to show.”, She had a shine to her eyes. The beautiful laugh lines around her mouth and eyes prominent in the glow of the fireplace. She was absolutely breathtaking. Terrifying. Fearless. Charming.  Warm, oh so warm. Cold. Beautiful.

Dominant

Mesmerized, you glared a second too long at her elegant hairdo, snapping your eyes to her face.

“Uhm, yes Ms. Weems. I-Is that everything?”confusion was visible on your face, she loved it. Is this it? No more games? No more long nights, no more stares or touching. No more awaiting atmospheres of what's to come, what she wants or does next, that erupts butterflies within your whole body?

“Yes. That would be everything, Ms. L/n”, She gave you only the tint of a smile as she redirected her attention to her screen once more after you took the papers, leaving you utterly dumbfounded.

“Yes Ms. Weems, goodnight”, she gave you a small goodnight as you made your way to the door. Eyebrows wrinkled and the feeling of fireworks in your veins dilapidating.

Was this it? no more?

The endless taunting, lessons, reprimandings and taut praises gone? It was as if your heart felt lighter, almost too light. As if something was fading and dissolving from it.

Your heartbeat fell into its normal, monotone rhythm. Maybe it was good. It surely was. All you had to do was leave and do your work. Simply take ahold of the door handle and…

A thud.

“Oh my, I’m quite the klutz. Would you mind helping me for a minute, my darling?”, her voice was calm, unnervingly calm as you listened to the woman behind you. It was sweet, bittersweet as she spoke the words in her thick accent. The hairs on the back of your neck had risen once more. Your heart, leaving its once peaceful rhythm.

You turned around. The principle was staring daggers at you, without having moved an inch from her spot. Eyes fixed on the price as her hand held onto the edge of the desk, head tilted slightly as she looked at you with a faux hopeful expression of your service. 

The now empty teacup laid on the expensive Agra rug. A dark patch of the liquid had formed on it as a result of the small accident.

“Come here.”, she straightened her head and morphed her expression back to one of seriousness. 

Click clack, click clack.

You came to stand in front of her again.

“Would you be a dear and clean the mess. I am terribly fond of this rug and I would hate to see it ruined by a simple cup of tea.”, she wetted her bottom lip, tongue sliding over the plumb flesh, leaving you with vivid imaginations and a horrible need to cover yourself in her expensive lipstick. She didn’t give you a smirk or even a hint of a smile, but the smugness, the eye contact and the feigning helplessness was drowning your mind.

“Yes.”

“Oh aren’t you too sweet.”

You timidly smiled at her, face lighting up in rosy colors at the exaggerated praise.

She blinked a couple of times, the kind features she displayed, coming to an end.

What do you do? Wait? Leave? Speak?

“On your knees, Y/n.”, It wasn’t mean nor a request, rather a polite demand. 

What? Knees? You won’t! There's no way you heard her right! Of course you heard her right, she’s insane. You’re insane. You shouldn't even be here at this hour, cleaning her mess, let alone on your knees as she feasted her eyes on you. You shouldn’t. Should you? 

Your mind was blinded by fog and uncertainty. But in the end you knew that when one eyebrow lifted slightly, eyes narrowed at your soul, there was no reason to resist. Like butter on a burning pan, your destiny was to melt.

Hypnotized, you got on your knees, putting the papers beside you. Your gaze not faltering from hers, seemingly kneeling in front of the dark spot, but in reality you were kneeling before an entirely different darkness.

Larissa’s breath raked, she had waited so long. She had too. There was no springing this on anyone. It had to be developed, a process of trust leading up to this exact moment, letting her know that her patience had paid off. You truly were hers. Look at you, such despair you showed, thinking she was gonna give you no more recognition. You were absolutely perfect, especially in this exact view with your skirt bunching so far up it covered nothing of your creamy thighs, and you didn't even notice.

“What are you waiting for, hm?”, She raised an eyebrow at you.

You blinked, “I have no cloth, Ms. Weems.”

She looked at your doe eyes, her body was about to give in. About to help you find a cloth, rip it off of you, providing you with the guidance you clearly needed in your state of haze. Tell you just how to do it, how to clean, how to sit, how to breathe, eat, look, dress, please.

Her eyes moved from your face to the white button-up. She could see the top of your pleasing breasts. How long until you’d beg her to simply brush a gloved hand across them, she thought.

She looked up at you once more, slowly trailing her eyes down onto the white fabric.

You looked at her with doubt, could it really be true. You needed to be sure. But deep down, you knew what she was asking. Demanding. 

I have no intentions of giving in to your puppy eyes, sweet girl.

You slowly grabbed the top button and freed it from its restraint. You looked down to see what you were doing, wanting it done properly and agile. You felt ashamed, bare, fragile, but at the same time the feeling of being free was the one dominating, making all the doubt disappear.

yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, such a good girl

“Look at me.” Her voice dropped and she had shifted on her office chair, so that she sat right in front of you. Head to chest. Her hands had folded over her soft stomach, an elbow on the edge of the desk and elegant, pale, long legs crossed.

Blue orbs observed you, as you gradually revealed yourself more and more to your employer, the headmistress.

It’s wrong. You have to stop. 

When all the buttons had been freed you paused, she gave you a tiny nod of her head, the only sign you needed. You slowly took off your shirt and placed it in your lap, your eyes faltering slightly of a new found shame bubbling in the back of your mind. You must be looking incredibly silly.

Oh dear. You were doing it again.

Your lack of obedience didn’t pass the principle. What to do with you? She brought the tip of her stiletto to your face. She placed it under your chin, lifting it and making you look at her a second time.

Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou

Your mind went blank with only her as your epicenter. No idea of what to do, you simply looked up, mouth agape, baffled by her impotent behavior leading to the uncivilized act.

She looked so serene from this angle. Stoic. You were looking at her smooth calves, not able to look higher, the fabric of her skirt in the way. Dainty stockings protecting her skin from the cold, you, had to endure. Her elegant ankles, framed by elegant black heels. Flawless.

She was an angel. A devil disguised was probably the right answer. You never knew hell could taste, look, feel so sweet. And how could you deny it, when it was breathing you in right above you, like an addict. An addict fighting the urge to consume their drug, the thing bringing them simple, addictive ecstasy. Her eyes almost dazed and shoulders moving with her shallow breath.

Won’t be long now, my sweet

“Go on, darling.”, the touch of her smooth plastic heels left the skin of your neck.

There was only a millisecond of halting in your movements before you started soaking up the dark spot with your blouse. The white pious color, changing to one of light brown. You have to admit it was one of your more favorable shirts, but you didn’t object to any of it. You knew it would lead to nowhere.

The chilling air of the office, had goosebumps erupt on your arms and back, yet the glow of the fireplace gave you warmth in the coolness and made it almost refreshing.

Why did she like this? Watching you clean her floor. Naked. Sacrificing your favorite shirt, just for the sake of her rug. She must be ill. Really ill. But who are you to talk? After all, you are the one feeding it to her, giving in. moremoremoremore

You tried not to think about it, but a heat within your lower stomach was no longer a single burning match, it felt like flames were burning you up on the inside as you felt her gaze on you and nothing and no one could help, except the woman in front of you.

I know.

Larissa looked over your body. She had of course never seen this much of you, yet it wasn’t a lot she had seen of you before. How come you don’t show more of that beautifully freckled skin, maybe a bit more cleavage and collarbone. The only thing she really was able to vividly imagine at night, was your neck and how it bobbed with nervousness everytime you were in her presence. 

She didn’t worry too much about it at the moment. There would be time for changes later, but right now all that mattered was you.

youyouyou

Her fingers itched and tapped over each other in excitement. She couldn’t wait any longer. Maybe she could indulge, just this once. She was so desperate to caress and claim your skin. Oh how she desired you from the very first times she had spent with you. So full of life and curiosity that could surely kill the cat, which it did. Your passion for what you did, your hobbies, your future, others. Her. It sent her into a place of admiration no one ever had before, and now here you were. Right beneath her, half naked and the best part of it all, was that you loved it, just as much as she.

A firm hand reached for your chin. Disturbed from your ministries your head was turned. You were enraptured by her touch and your eyes closed with a whine from your throat. Her fingers pressed onto your cheeks, squeezing. You let go of the wet fabric and opened your eyes - crystallized lilly’s of the nile -

though it didn't seem to help much, as your vision was showing a thick fog, while everything seemed to move at lightspeed.

Click clack, click clack. Breathe, just breathe.

"Crawl."

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Can't find the taglist, my bad

[fioredivenere]

Lesbian things I did

before realizing I am, in fact, a lesbian.

Being jealous and overly protective to my girl best friends

Having only one girl best friend at a time, because I only ever think of my girl best friend.

My first kiss was to a girl and for the next four years no matter who was in a relationship (with some other guy), we kept kissing each other in secret.

The first time I had unrestricted online access I only ever search for wlw content.

I only ever had crushes either on the super popular guy (bc that's the correct way to have crushes, am I right) or the super shy and introvert guy. Both ways I only ever went for the impossible guy and then oopsies, I Guess I Have to be Single forever.

The guys I ended up dating where always stereotypically feminine guys, either because they were so much shorter than me, or had long hair, or had very soft personalities.

For almost every guy I dated I secretly thought what would I do if they came out as transfemme. I even used a filter to see how they would look like as girls. I am not making this up. Guess what? I always thought I'd stay if they wanted to transition and all.

As a kid I was so obsessed with a weather reporter girl, who's extremely attractive btw, and I still have a crush on her.

As a kid the first time a boy told me he liked me I ran away in fear and disgust, without saying anything, and hid from him for the rest of the time.

In middle school this boy was super into me and tried to kiss me in multiple occasions. Every time I would slap the shit out of him. [note: this boy I was kind of in a "relationship" from the age 5 to the age 11. I never actually liked him and I only referred to him as my super best friend. He used to shower me in romantic gifts (as much as a kid can do) and try (unsuccesfully) to hold my hand, hug me and kiss me on the cheek. We ended this thing because I told him I only liked him for his toys (that I couldn't have at home because they were "boy toys") and I actually liked the popular older kid. I shattered this poor boy's heart, and in return he traumatized me by locking me in a classroom with his older friends holding me up against a wall just to kiss me on the lips a couple years later at 13) Now back to the regularly scheduled program:

I barely ever notice if a guy is attractive, but I think almost every woman is stunning.

I'm super into any kind of femininity, anything associated with it really.

I remember perfectly, down to the smallest detail, what every single best girl friend was. But I keep forgetting the faces of the guys I dated... This specifically might be caused by other reasons, but I listed it anyways because it sounds gay af.

When I tried to come out online as lesbian a year and a half ago I was the happiest I ever been. I then was shoved back into the closed and I buried everything for a year, but you can read more of this on my other post "My queer journey".

When I'm with a girl I like I'm literally so happy I get euphoria and start laughing like an idiot.

My biggest aspiration in life is to own a beautiful country home with a partner. This partner must be not-a-man.

Well, I also made this list.

[sparklyshakespeare]

the case for hyper-femme hotspur

this is my tumblr blog and this is like kind of just what we do heresies

OK so basically okay so

first of all i think anytime there is a character who is so strongly associated with an extreme form of gender expression in our collective zeitgeist (i.e hotspur and hyper-masculinity) there’s something not only extremely fun to play with but incredibly valuable about analyzing the story from the opposite end of the gender performance specturm. also canonically there are like 3 female characters in 1h4 and that sucks. also also don’t you want to see hotspur in pink glitter? i know i do and this tumblr is not a democracy!!

in this hypothetical dream sparkly version of the play, both hotspur and worcester would be women. not played by women, i mean textually explicitly women. this is important!! 

worcester should be very nancy pelosi hillary clinton-esque in the way that this is a middle-aged woman who has been taught that to be successful in her field (politics) she will have to strip herself of most of her femininity and perform a certain level of masculinity in order to be taken seriously. this creates a whole other layer to the hotspur/worcester dynamic when all of a sudden this young, hyper-feminine woman is being taken more seriously and being given more praise than someone who has worked and fought through the bullshit and done it all “right”. she hasn’t earned her place, she hasn’t had to struggle - and worcester resents her for that. (there’s like a whole dissertation to be written about how much of 1h4 changes when only worcester is genderbent, i love you queen worcester you are everything not in this version here you kind of suck lowkey)

henry iv is just a misogynist he just kinda sucks but like this is something we all knew screw that guy

ok now we can talk about hal because i know hes like the one all you little gay people care about. 

to me, it’s never made sense why the Henriad is framed as hal’s hero’s journey. maybe it’s because i’m queer (i’m like actually positive that’s why), but leaving home and finding acceptance and family from a group of outsiders who society has deemed as worthless is the path i’ve watched so many friends walk. having to leave that and return to your shitty dad because “duty calls!” and THEN leaving behind and disavowing the same community that opened its arms to you? i don’t see that as an awesome coming-of-age about learning how to handle responsibility, that’s deeply, deeply tragic. and far farrrrr too true a reality for most members of our LGBTQ+ community here (Bible Belt). SO guess where this version of 1h4 is set!!!!!! anyways, its the Medieval Revival of the ‘70s in the Bible Belt south, the Boar’s Head is a gay bar, and hal is trans. 

hal is trans-masc in some way and this needs to be incredibly explicit (like pronouns pin with trans flag on costume explicit). and then when the news breaks, when “I’ll to the court in the morning.” (we’re cutting the text so this is where that scene ends. cool? cool. cool!), hal takes the pin off. it needs to be like A Moment. it should make me cry, and i cry really easily so that’ll probably be pretty easy to do, but this is a gut punch. 

oh and lady percy is still a woman, they’re gay, because i said so. blah blah blah because look hotspur and hal really were so alike all along and look hotspur is fighting so voraciously because she’s hungry for a world where she can openly and unabashedly be with the person she loves but ultimately because i love lady percy and i love lesbians and this play doesn’t need another man. but also because look hotspur is fighting so voraciously because she’s hungry for a world where she can openly and unabashedly be with the person she loves. worcester and vernon should also both be women and have the blossoming of a relationship but be a lot more discreet about it (worcester should be extremely hesitant). now we get a cool split between younger and older generations of activists in both the feminist and the gay rights movement oooo themes oooo motifs oooo lady gagita 

as far as hal/hotspur parallels go, it’s probably pretty obvious at this point. your dad constantly praising someone who represents, at least in his mind, the ideal concept of a woman, disappointed you can’t be more like her, all the while you’re coming to terms with the fact that you’re not a woman, but he’ll never see that, so what the fuck are you supposed to do?!? it’s a LOT! but i think there’s also something to be said about the less obvious parallel. which is that hyper-femininity is NOT an attempt at ideal polite womanhood or self-Stepfordization, hyper-femininity is in fact the extreme performance of womanhood in rejection of that. hyper-femininity is queer in nature (also hotspur quite literally has a wife but i guess hal wouldn’t be able to tell that just by looking at her) there’s something to be said about the moment hal and hotspur see each other, and then the moment hal and hotspur seeeeeee each other. and go hey, you’re just like me. this person who you’ve been constantly compared to and made out to be lesser than  because you dare to be deeply wildly madly truly you is in fact exactly the same. we’re the same. and oh my god, in another world wouldn’t it have been lovely to just like go dancing together? sucks it’s not another world now we’re going to gay fight each other i guess

[tousey-mousey]

How I feel when <character> begins speaking at the start of an episode:

Carpenter: "Welcome back, my favourite cunty middle-aged atheist <3 <3 <3"

Faulkner: "RETURN OF BOY!!!"

Paige: "The true protagonist has returned to us! Hail the Widow of Wounds!"

Val: <incomprehensible lesbian noises> "hurt me, liar-saint..."

Hayworth: "ACAB, proud of you for quitting the force, son." <salute in mockery of former traditions>

Shrue: "They had us in the first half of your character arc, ngl"

[morally-earl-gray]

✨crisis time✨ pt. 4

so um. i have no idea whats going on with me. BEAR WITH ME, this is gonna be my last rant for the next little while (unless something completely fucked up happens, yk)

im having doubts about my sexuality again. i came out as aroace (only to one irl person, but i also started posting on this blog) a few weeks ago, and its been pretty good since then. BUT i just remembered something that made me question EVERYTHING

when i was in elementary/middle school, i had no crushes whatsoever. nothing. i didnt know about asexuality and aromantism back then, so i just assumed that i would find someone eventually, or that i was just a late bloomer. my friends and i never talked about crushes (i didnt know it at the time but half of them are gay), and it never crossed my mind that i might be queer because i had never really stopped to think about it.

when i was ~12, i heard the term "asexual" for the first time. it crossed my mind that that could be me, but i didnt think about it much because i didnt really think it was important, and i was still holding out for The Feelings to kick in

PLOT TWIST:

i almost forgot about this until now, but im pretty sure i was lesbian?? (CONFESSION TIME: ive never admitted this to anyone for a lot of reasons, so this is very scary for me) when i was 14-15, i got a crush on this girl. i had known her for my entire life and had never had feelings like that before (for her or for anyone). it was weird and i never told her or anyone else ofc, because my family is homophobic and shes straight (probably). we started high school and the feelings kinda started to fade ig? occasionally something would happen and The Feeling would return, but by the next spring, i had zero feelings for her.

now i know what this sounds like: doesnt this mean im demiromantic? that would make sense, right? and thats what i thought, too.

but then i remembered something else:

for kinda that whole year (when i was 15), i was like 96% sure i was lesbian. there were other girls i occasionally thought about, and i barely knew them but i think it was a crush?? additionally, whenever i met a girl my age i would get silly thoughts like "maybe shes gay" or "maybe she'll be The One I Get Feelings For" and basically i knew i was lesbian.

but now i dont feel anything, not even for girls. im now 96% certain that i am aroace, but whenever i remember being 15 i get really confused. and its not in a "i told myself i had crushes on girls because i wasnt interested in guys so i must be lesbian and didnt realize i was actually aro" way. im pretty sure that was LEGIT

i had a moment of epiphany when i realized that i was aroace, and i was VERY MUCH CERTAIN of the fact. but i dont doubt that i was lesbian.

i have no idea if this is a thing that can happen, but i think my sexuality changed?? all i know is that i used to like girls but now i dont have feelings for anyone. theres a chance that im just demiromantic, but for some reason i dont think so??

anyways, if anyone has any advice, it would be much appreciated

[gyrovagi]

hello and welcome to my gamer's den. i'm lok ming i'm 23 i use it/its pronouns. i doodle when my wrist agrees with me and produce polished work or write even more rarely, but mostly i talk about my ocs instead of actual shit that happens in video games.

dragon age is the puppet master that cursed my dick. pillars of eternity is the love of my life. owlcat games are my tempestuous affair and this bit is getting confusing.

i tag next to nothing including 'critical' posts so you are better off not following if that is a dealbreaker. also approximately once a week i manifest larian studios ceo swen vincke's death

quick worldstate/oc rundowns below ⬇️

CANON PROTAGS/NORMAL MEN. INNOCENT MEN:

eloy "el" surana (blood mage/arcane warrior) - i'm like if a control freak could control things ❤️ with blood magic ❤️. generally well-intentioned but hypervigilant, always playing 5d chess about the worst scenario. world's first moral (not necessarily ethical) male bigender manipulator. wields a wholly inappropriate degree of political influence in denerim

seongmin hawke (primarily diplomatic, sword + shield berserker) - afraid that his abandonment issues will leave him. pathologically conflict avoidant, fawn response to the max - up until someone he loves gets threatened, at which point good luck leaving alive lol. 'i don't think i need to talk about my feelings,' says man who just broke the arm of a templar asking around too much about the darktown clinic and then continued making casual conversation with varric as if nothing happened

ga-sun "arav'assan" lavellan (archer, assassin) - king of compartmentalization. would really prefer to be one guy helping people on the ground rather than the unwilling inquisitor chained by power he never wanted, fighting for his life to be as politically uninvolved as possible. guy who is duty-bound never to return home

dak-wai schlegel (spellblade) - bellara kisser, direct port of my bg3 durge. tal-vashoth grey warden mage seeking a righteous purpose after a complicated and bloody past, but who has yet to find a better general approach to problems than killing things with hammers.

TGIRLS SAVE THE WORLD(STATE):

sang tabris (champion) - next shem bastard who pisses me off i'm just going to fucking kill you. alistair did you eat yet ^_^. struggling to reconcile an irrepressible hope for a better world with the abject horrors he's been subjected to by the world he lives in at present. morrigan's lesbian husband.

so-min hawke (blood mage) - girl could you at least pretend not to be a chantry-hating apostate in the middle of the gallows. carver just got suddenly pissed off in a darkspawn tunnel and he knows it's not because of the genlocks

r trevelyan (rift mage) - tranquil since 18, and at age 33, honestly dealing pretty well with accidentally getting a magical lobotomy reversed. yeah ok so maybe the random prolonged neutral-expression weeping is a little off-putting. it's hard when you're the white girl who needs to save yourself and you're still figuring out the girl part

yazmin de riva (duelist) - embittered half-elf bastard child of the young lord owain trevelyan. frighteningly competent and driven, but has difficulty taking orders and working with others due to the huge chip on her shoulder. thinks lucanis dellamorte is a nepo baby

INSANE WOMEN AND MALE MANIPULATORS:

ngayu brosca (reaver) - what do you MEAN the fate of the country is dependent on two twenty-year-olds one of whom gets scared looking at the sun. has never once in her life believed she would live past twenty and that's looking increasingly likely as a prediction

rina hawke (assassin) - when you are endlessly bitter and refuse to deal with it in any healthy way because that would require you to acknowledge your resentment towards the family members you perceive as a burden. chronically insincere, subservient but seething the whole time, wouldn't be able to name a solid belief if you asked her, incapable of self-reflection. crack baby you don't know what you want...

caden trevelyan (templar) - wildly repressed homosexual. has weird ideas about being a man. constantly develops obsessive fixations on authoritative older men. believes he has the divine right to mete out violence but also that he has to spend his whole life repenting for his own existence. white boy who sucks 🔥

anestis mercar (champion) - lifehack: you can't have a bad relationship with your dad if you don't have a relationship with your dad. you don't really need a belief system as long as you know what you don't believe in. nobody else can ruin your day if you ruin it first

PRONOUNS USERS GOING THROUGH IT/TRAGEDY WORLDSTATE:

enasa mahariel (ranger) - deadalive nothing girl who isn't. didn't anticipate that taking the vallaslin of dirthamen, twin brother to death, would be quite so prophetic. very clearly crumbling under mounting pressure while refusing to stop dragging the rotting corpse

bryn hawke (force mage) - half-avvar on malcolm's side, raised with what avvar beliefs and practices their father could half-remember from childhood. never quite at home in ferelden and struggling to come to terms with the idea they'll never be quite at home in their mother's city either. quietly shouldering other's burdens until it chokes them.

ga-kei lavellan (knight-enchanter) - turns out when you take an anxiety-ridden elf burdened with excess responsibility since youth out of their familiar environment and support system she'll have a bad time. solas' ex-spouse still misses him… but their aim's getting better!

orpheus ingellvar (death caller) - < he doesn't know (that he's the child of the last theirin king and the missing presumed dead hero of ferelden). surprisingly cheerful for a guy collectively raised by a bunch of necromancers, seems like a polite young man, but then he says something weird and offputting that makes you realize he's spent a lot of his life interacting with skeletons. and nevarrans.

ASSORTED GUYS:

dea surana - reserved but observant, knows it's best not to attract attention, tries to look after herself and her own in the ways she can. surprisingly worldly/cynical after her brother was taken by the templars at a young age and her life afterwards was spent largely on the road. then her situationship was like 'you know the hero of ferelden is named surana? circle mage, relative of yours?' and now she regularly talks to the king of ferelden

owain trevelyan - never really stopped hoping his older brother would come back from the circle and everything would be fine again. he's socially well-connected and charismatic, and could make for an influential heir to the house with motivation and an advantageous marriage - but he's a lot more interested in dragon hunting and boy bestiesisms with the prince of starkhaven.

valerie trevelyan - black sheep of the family, annoyed that this is more about lesbianism than being a fantasy communist. managed to pull off a 'buy my silence - for $8000 a month i will stop' ploy on her parents at 20, before she knew that this would end with her as the warden-commander's sister-in-law

kyunghee andras - former keeper of clan lavellan. her magical talent as a spirit healer was undeniable, her leadership capability was another matter. afflicted by the taint in a darkspawn raid that killed her husband, conscripted by the wardens c. 9:19. hasn't communicated with clan lavellan since informing them she survived the joining, out of the belief that as a symbolically dead woman, it would be best to cleanly sever ties. her orphaned daughter is probably fine.

daeun andras - kyunghee's daughter, taken in by her uncles at age 7 after her father was killed by darkspawn and her mother conscripted. both her parents were talented mages; she never manifested the gift, but her older cousin ga-kei did. ends up joining the veil jumpers to try and step out of her family members' shadows.

ga-hou lavellan - middle sibling b/w ga-kei and ga-sun, closer to both of them than they are with each other. one of clan lavellan's craftsmen. tends to take things a little too lightly, an optimist unconcerned with anything outside of the clan and the present. the siblings' dads (and ga-kei, and his wife) are hoping the birth of his daughter will make him more serious. ga-sun likes him as he is.

ha-neul aldwir (slayer) - born in the minrathous ambassadoria, hasn't been back there for half his life. fascinated by magic and magical artifacts since a young age. something of an oddity by both dwarven and non-dwarven standards, a guy with an endless thirst for life and little interest in denying himself pleasure or dwelling in guilt, for better or worse. unserious.

everybody's parents tend to be less developed than their kids are but they exist. In my mind . there's also a couple other extremely incidental fellas but they'll come up when they come up. i might also ramble about my non-da guys here but (closes my eyes and passes away silently)

[stardustedknuckles]

There was a woman sat on the curb with a typewriter when I left taco bell, with a sign taped to her folding table advertising personal poems written for you on the spot. And you know... Sometimes you have to let people surprise you. I stopped, in my Dyke shirt with my caduceus clay book in one hand, and I told her I've never seen a poem about asexuality that wasn't sad.

We chatted for a good fifteen minutes, in which she - self describing as hypersexual - asked me more about my experience. She had friends who were on the ace spectrum, which was a relief on my part to not start from zero, and I just told her what I could. About growing up with friends who would stop talking to me once they got partners and tell me I would understand one day, about how it feels a little like being in a musical but never having heard the words everyone else knows or learned the steps to the dance they're all doing in unison. We laughed together at the way I'm mystified by story plots that revolve around bad decisions made due to being just that horny, a situation she was intimately familiar with and having a 43-year life full of those stories.

At the end she asked if I happened to have a title in mind and at first there was nothing. I hate titles. I tend to default to song lyrics for ao3. But as soon as she asked, I remembered standing in the cafeteria in eighth grade and being annoyed that all the Greek gods of love were of that kind of love. I remember wondering if there was a god/dess of friendship, and I remember the closest I found was Philotes: goddess of friendship, affection, and sex. In eighth grade I took the last one with a kind of "that's close enough I guess" attitude, but at 30 I think it's perfect actually. Lack of attraction has nothing to do with what feels good. There's nothing out of place about it to me these days.

I hadn't thought about that in years, no idea why it came to mind except I was also thinking of eighth grade me when I talked about my friends fucking off one by one to be with their partners. She wrote down the spelling, thanked me warmly for the talk, and returned to her typewriter.

I spent the next half an hour with a delightful Dyke who gave me a business card, on which her title was printed - no joke - "Lesbian Mayor of (neighborhood)." She was my parents' age and when she remarked with the utmost sincerity and approval that "you're kind of a weird big bang theory" I choked down the feeling of being directly assaulted and said hey, my dad watches that.

At some point Lisa finished her work on her typewriter. When I arrived it was fully light out, but by then it was getting dark. She stood in front of the bench where I was, fumbled on the phone light, and read to me what she had typed. And damn if the first two sentences didn't take me right the fuck out immediately. "I thought in middle school that if I was ever going to write a poem it would be an ode to Philotes," I had told her, a memory that comes with the affectionate sort of cringe reserved for your twelve year old self, earnest as they still were. And the same feeling came over me as she read the poem out to me - but it wasn't cringe I felt. It was the feeling that I had started something in 2005 that was only taking real shape nearly 20 years later.

I don't know if it's a "good" poem. That was never my strength. But it was written for me and for me, and the opening line "build me an effigy that transcends flesh" knocked the breath out of me immediately. I have the paper here beside me on the couch, and it feels like the kind of thing that goes in a treasure box, or maybe a frame.

I also had to remind her to give me her zelle so I could pay her - clearly also affected, she had turned to start on the next poem (a raunchy sex limerick as requested by a guy in a backward ball cap and boat shoes) and had forgotten entirely.

It's gonna overdraw my account when an auto payment hits next Wednesday, but honestly... Worth it. I just wish the fee would've gone to her instead of the bank.

Let people surprise you.

[fitz-higgins]

Gays overtake male beauty contest

Late 1920s were marked by the Pansy Craze in the US. This was the time when queer culture, with its drag balls, fairies on stage and in saloons, lesbian clubs, truly flourished. So much so that some people ventured to walk around in drag. Fairies, pansies, or floozies (all terms for effeminate gay men and/or trans women) were practically everywhere.

It comes as no surprise, then, that when a male beauty contest was arranged in 1929, it was flooded with so-called floozies with painted faces and some even in drag. Safe to say the organisers weren't happy, as this amusing piece from Variety shows.

Floozies Forgotten in Male Beaut Contest

A male beauty contest was held at the Washington Baths, Coney Island, last week, an unusual contest in itself but more unusual in the manner judged.

Rudy Vallee was billed as the judge of honor as it were, but Rudy wisely stayed away. Beryle Halley took his place. In the absence of another judging celeb, Variety's sob sister was pressed into service.

The contest was delayed for time by the beauty preparations of the contestants who were putting the finishing touches to their appearance. But Beryle, Carol Nigh, actor, and Sobbie mounted the judges' stand along with some middle-aged ladies, evidently Coney Island dowagers.

The mobs which surged about the stand underneath a sign warning customers to keep their shirts on were mostly men. When Jack Roland, publicity man for the affair, came to the judges and said, "Don't select a boy because he has paint and powder on because there are four that I told to take it off," Sobbie eased up her ears.

"We haven't made up any judging arrangements," continued the excited Mr. Roland. "There are 40 of them, so just write down the numbers of those you like."

The contestants started tripping across the front of the platform. The problem became that of picking a male beaut who wasn't a floozie no matter how he looked.

Judges Perplexed

"We may make some terrible mistakes here," said sister.

"Do you think 4 and 6 are safe?" said Miss Halley.

"No, just look at them."

"You're right," said Mr. Nigh.

Beryle, Nigh and Sobbie went into a huddle and came out with the slogan, "Anything but a floozie." They thereupon eliminated all the beauts thus far seen.

"Look," cried Miss Halley, pointing to the Coney Island dowagers. "Those ladies have put down the numbers of all the beauts with mascara on their eyelashes. Tell them not to."

"Ladies," cried Sobbie to the matrons, "don't you know those boys are awful floozies?"

The good souls stared blankly. Finally a younger lady amongst the matrons saw the light and explained the requirements of the contest to the rest of them, but to the end they remained poor pickers.

"It's just a question of the sanctity of the home," said Sobbie.

"Tell those ladies to pick a man who is tatooed or hairy," said Mr. Nigh.

"The whole thing is comic," said the press agent, returning, "so when that pretty guy in the purple suit goes by again speak to him, Mr. Nigh, 'cause we want to get him in the movietone."

"I will not," said Mr. Nigh.

Pretty Guy's Kisses

The pretty guy pranced before the camera and threw kisses to the audience.

One man came in dressed as a woman. The beauts didn't mind.

"What are we going to do?" said Miss Halley.

"I have found that No. 25 is married to one of the lady judges on the stand. Hardly seems fair," said Nigh.

"Fairest thing we know of," said Beryle and Sobbie. "What a relief. The married man will be the winner."

The married man was. His name is Anthony Sansonie. Beryle presented the winning cup to him.

As there were three other prizes to be given, three brawny looking chaps who were not much to look at otherwise were decided upon. The fatigued judges fled before the disappointed beauts burst into tears.

[myoblogs]

Man I had this dream where I was playing one of the Gen 3 remakes on a crappy website where the fps and sound quality sounds like a sparkling vinyl and I'd reached the end of pokémon playing as Leaf.

Then this black box with text appears (you can scroll through normally) detailing Leaf's inner psychology, like a fourth-wall breaking dialogue. (In the dream I thought it was similar to what you see at the end of Minecraft)

And it's Leaf saying that she's INTERSEXUAL. That her name is INO (or INOGEN). And that she'd been swapping between genders throughout her journey. Oh, and also their Pikachu is also intersexual and named Oda??

And deadass. In the dream I was SWEATING. To expose my secret project, I'm satiating my inner child's need to have a full fleshed-out pokémon story, so I'm going through Kanto and trying to piece together an interesting story. And since I'm playing Kanto, I've had to think about what the relationship between Red and Leaf is. (In the current rendition, they're siblings)

I've had to think loopholes through how this would work. My current thought process is that depending on what version of the game you're playing, Red/Leaf's trainer father takes one of the children at a young age to travel with him to bolster his failed mission at being a pokemon champion. At the end, he gives up and returns the sibling in shame, never to be seen again. That's why Red/Leaf both have the same mother, why there is only one bed (no child support & short notice will do that to you). The reason why Red was acknowledged by the world and Leaf forgotten is that no matter what universe, Leaf's personality will lead her to the wild (and Hoenn) while Red's to pokemon (Championship/Mt. Silver).

But in the middle of the dream, I was flabbergasted. It made so much sense. In HGSS/GSC, NO ONE remembers "Leaf", not even Blue, only "Red". Giovanni mentions "a kid" (gender neutral) which COULD have been "Leaf" at one point, and "Red" at another. And in FRLG, their sprite face makeup are IDENTICAL, the only thing different is how they present their gender

One bed, one mention? "Red" and "Leaf" must be the same intersexual person, portraying as different people throughout their adventure. "Fire Red" and "Leaf Green" are merely focusing on their part of their identity.

I thought it was a really exciting idea, but so incompatible with the story I made that I was stressing over whether I should scrap everything and make it more game-accurate (and my head was so set on Leaf and Red being different people, experiencing Life in different ways), only to wake up a few moments later disoriented and confused. I was like, "Huh? Ino?" And proceeded to think through every memory of the ending I'd accumulated up to this point.

I just saw the "Brock as Butch Lesbian" meme and was inspired to post this and send it out into the chambers of Tumblr. More queer rep for pokemon is always a good thing. And for me, this will be a personal idea l will ALWAYS love. Thanks, sleep deprived brain!