#sapphic awakening

[lunaghost13]

I came into this year as Janet Weiss now I’m ending it as floorshow Janet

[eight-littlenightmares]

what was y’all’s queer awakening???

mine was Natalie and Amy from the Baker and the Beauty :D

Twelve year old me was ENAMORED, i tell you

[lycanhood]

A '90s Kid's Sapphic Awakening #2

Linda Hamilton as Sarah Conner in Terminator 2 (1991). I could argue Linda Hamilton always has an appeal, but Sarah Conner's transformation into a slightly unhinged badass motherfucker is on another level. I was obsessed. She's iconic, that's all there is to it.

[zira-draws]

COMPOSURE [impossible: failure] - ummmm.. uh.. she um...is she? huh??? what????

[bi-dykes]

Happy Bisexual Visibility Month y’all <3

[ladyorlandodream]

My list is too long.......all I know is that my bi/pan side was awakened by MILFs

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Mostly redheads

[viceandmature]

Girl Power

[confused-bisexual]

[phantaloon]

a girl isn't born gay, she just watches the final bellas performance from the first pitch perfect movie and she turns gay

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

A lesson in the lustful female Gayze™: LA RELIGIEUSE / THE NUN (1966), dir. Jacques Rivette

[totally-sapphic-posts]

Random memory just popped into my head of something that should’ve been my gay awakening, but I was too oblivious to realise.

In French class when I was at school, there was this girl I thought was stunninggg. Every time we had French, I’d look to see if she was there and get all happy when she was. We weren’t even proper friends, so I don’t know why I didn’t realise 😭 but yeah, I spent the year looking out for her in hallways, in class, etc.

And I vividly remember her complimenting a dress I wore once, and then me blushing furiously afterward, panicking because I wanted to compliment her too, but my brain fried itself.

[hp-hcs]

(Fine, I’ll do it my damn self: part 1 of my silly lil mlm stories <3)

Gay Awakening (Chapter One) — smitten! mattheo riddle x male! reader

TWs: tobacco & alcohol use, internalized homophobia, homophobic slurs (once)

hella ooc mattheo. congrats, ur his gay awakening, and he’s an absolutely smitten lil gay mess for you but yk he’s trying

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“Hey, dude. Who’s that?” Theodore asked, bumping Mattheo’s arm to get his attention, then pointing his fork in your direction. You were sitting at the very end of the table’s bench, wearing an oversized black muggle hoodie with your green tie loose and haphazardly slung around your neck. You were animatedly talking with, out of all people, a Hufflepuff. The Hufflepuff girl sitting at the Slytherin table either seemed to be completely unaware of the looks she was receiving, or she was steadfastly ignoring them. Your laugh cut through the room, the Hufflepuff cracking up with you.

“American transfer students,” Malfoy sneered. “They clearly don’t know the rules yet.”

“Oh, shut up, Draco,” Pansy rolled her eyes, resting her chin on her hand and looking at the Hufflepuff for a moment too long.

Draco scoffed, clearly offended. “Whatever. They’re probably faggots anyway.”

Pansy whirled around with a furious expression. Mattheo himself flinched slightly at the slur, which caused Blaise to look at him questioningly. Once Mattheo had waved Blaise’s unspoken question off, Zabini shrugged, leaning over and muttering in his ear, “Ten galleons says she brings up Potter.”

“-and everyone knows that you have a crush on Harry Motherfucking Potter, so maybe you should take your bigotry and shove it right up your-”

“Pansy?” you questioned, awkwardly standing across from her. “Here, ‘m supposed t’ give this to you.”

You leaned across the table to drop a folded up note in front of her, allowing Mattheo to catch a faint whiff of your cologne. You looked back down at the floor shyly, hurrying back to your spot at the end of the table.

“He’s hot,” Theo shrugged, taking a bite of his toast. “I call dibs.”

“You can’t call dibs on the guy who just asked Pansy out, dipshit.”

“Actually, it’s a note from the ‘puff,” Pansy interjected, twisting her wrist around to show off the neat cursive written in a purple glitter gel pen. “She wants to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend, dipshit.”

“Yeah, dipshit,” Mattheo teased Theodore. “Plus, I think Malfoy already called dibs on him, so tough luck.”

Theo blew a raspberry at him, only a slight distraction from where Mattheo’s comment had fueled another Pansy-rant and left Draco sinking low in his seat as if he wanted to disappear.

~~~

“Alright, Zabini, you’re up. What classic novel is a satirical adaptation of R. M. Ballantyne’s The Coral Island?”

“Why the fuck would I know that, Berkshire?”

“Blaise forfeits! Sudden death round is down to just us, Riddle,” Theo crowed excitedly, watching as the score quill of the charmed muggle trivia game scratched Blaise’s name off of the paper score sheet, drawing a condescending frowny face next to it.

Enzo laughed, flipping over the little hourglass timer. “If anyone can answer in the next thirty seconds, they automatically win the game.”

“No idea,” Mattheo shrugged. Theodore spun his rings around on his fingers before shrugging too.

“The Lord of the Flies,” your quiet voice pipes up. The game players all look over in your direction from where you’ve just entered the common room—coming back from the library, it looked like, if the stack of books in your hands explained anything.

“What?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow and sneering.

“The Lord of the Flies,” you repeated. “William Golding. Fantastic book.”

Malfoy huffed. “And who are you, exactly?”

“Y/n L/n,” you introduced yourself, nodding politely in their direction before wordlessly disappearing up the dorm room stairs.

Mattheo stared after you alongside his friends, none of them immediately noticing the charmed quill writing your name down on the score card as the winner.

~~~

“C’n I bum a smoke?” your sleepy voice called softly from behind Mattheo. He turned around from his spot on the otherwise unoccupied balcony to see you rubbing your eyes, a fuzzy green blanket draped around your shoulders. He cleared his throat and nodded, fishing a fresh cigarette out of the pack and holding it out to you. His heart rate stuttered for a moment when your fingers brushed against his.

“Thanks,” you muttered, using a wandless incantation to light it. Mattheo leaned back against the railing, taking a drag from his half-finished cigarette and blowing the smoke out thoughtfully.

“Why’re you up? It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?”

Maybe it was his well-meaning-but-patronizing phrasing or the confidence-imbued late night cigarette, but you clicked your tongue once and said in a short, clipped tone, “Oh, shut the fuck up, you hypocrite.”

Mattheo barked out a surprised laugh, choking on his lungful of smoke and falling into a coughing fit.

“Language, L/n,” he teased.

“English, Riddle,” you snickered back.

He grinned at you, blushing a nice pink color as you both smoked in a comfortable silence for a moment.

“My roommate brought some girl back from the party he went to,” you say after a while. “Didn’t want to deal with all that.”

“Ah,” Mattheo nodded slowly. “Boys seem to lose all of their brain cells as soon as they come within a ten-foot radius of a hot girl.”

You snort. “Not all of us.”

“Yeah?” he questioned, in a way he hoped came off as nonchalant, even though he was internally freaking out. “No lucky lady piquing your interest?”

“This may shock you, but believe it or not, I’m not actually into girls at all,” you snort again, dropping the cigarette butt and grinding it into the ground with the toe of your sneaker.

“Really?” he asked in a high voice before loudly clearing his throat. “I mean- really? That’s cool. Uh, m-me too.”

“Yeah?” you glanced up at him curiously. “Huh. I wouldn’t’a guessed.”

“Can I kiss you, Y/n?” Mattheo blurted out, immediately snapping his mouth shut and mentally facepalming.

“Sure,” you shrugged.

“Huh?”

“I said sure.”

The poor boy was frozen in place, gaping at you. Taking pity on him, you made the first move—tugging on his tie to pull him down to your level.

His hand found the back of your neck, gripping it while kissing you softly—much more gently than you would’ve expected.

When you broke apart, he looked like he’d just been enlightened. Like he might've actually shouted eureka! and run off.

“Holy shit,” he breathed. “I’ve never kissed a guy before- holy shit.” He laughs freely, cupping your face to kiss you again.

“So what now, Archimedes?” At his confused expression you elaborated, “Muggle reference, sorry.”

He nodded slowly, his fingers automatically winding their way into the hair at the nape of your neck. “Well… you could sleep with me tonight,” he offered after a moment. “Y’know, so you don’t have to deal with your roommate.”

“Oh, um, I’m not really that type of guy, Mattheo…” you trailed off.

“Oh!” His eyes widened in panic. “I didn’t mean to imply- I mean, not that I wouldn’t love- I meant we could just literally sleep in the same bed!”

You giggled, a bit relieved. “I’d like that.”

He took a deep breath, smiling hesitantly at you. “No funny business, promise. All at your discretion.”

He held out his hand to you, and you took it immediately, leaning into his side.

“So about that fight between Malfoy and Pansy…”

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Chapter Two

[pigglepiephi]

Anyone who’s watching Summer Night already knew this wasn’t a het show, but damn, EP5 centring on Ivy’s story of unrequited sapphic love was just too real.

The fact Ivy tried to be bold years years ago and is now just scared of crossing the friendship line, not knowing that Star’s aware of her feelings for her, and is just as scared of losing her best friend too.

Her pain after finding out that Star and Lune are together and that she can only ever watch from a distance was really heartbreaking 💔

I’m hoping that Ivy gets her happy ending in this series, as she deserves it after years of pining and pain 🫶 Please let Lookjun kiss all the girls!

[queeringclassiclit]

Elphaba & Glinda

from Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire (1995)

see also: Elphaba and Glinda polls

submitted by @florencewelchsgrapejuice

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Blood Calls To Blood - Agatha Harkness/Liandrin Guirale

A/N: Day 30 for @sapphic-september , a bonus fic.

The blood dripping from her wrist, down a broken and slowly healing hand, into the ground was not new. Agatha Harkness had known this was coming, it always did. Someone learnt who and what she was, she was nearly killed and she started life over again. What she doesn’t see, at first, is what her spilling blood does. Light shines from the grave, obscured by years of dirt and mess, and a woman walks as if from a portal, called back to living. Liandrin Guirale, the woman called forth, is quiet. Her eyes glimmer a soft blue, blonde plaited hair pulled tightly from her eyes before she moves to kneel at Agatha’s side, inspecting the woman’s newly healed hand and wrist, the tug of honest want telling her this was who she was here for. Her fingers are soft as she tucks brunette hair from a pale face, her voice soft. “Time to come back, little one.” Agatha wakes with a stifled sob, then, on realising she has company, scrambles backwards even as Liandrin rises, then looks down at her with a mix of confusion and concern. “Who are you?” “Liandrin… Liandrin Guirale, and you, fair one?” “Agatha… Agatha Harkness.” soft, frightened, brown eyes look over her and Liandrin is careful this time, extending a hand slowly to the other woman, her voice soft. “Then come, Agatha… let’s get you out of here.” Later, much later, Agatha’s fingers brush Liandrin’s, their hands meeting almost naturally, Agatha’s breathing catching, an awakening burning in her heart telling her she is, finally, safe.

[andysapril]

Heartstopper, 2x08 || XO, Kitty 1x06