#shes done wonders for sapphic music

[splanana-bitz]

*Screaming at the top of my lungs* WOOOOOOOO CHAPPELL ROAN! YEAAAAAAH!

you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling!!

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[hypnagogics]

have the teensiest blurb ever i wrote as a writing warm-up ♡ fluffy nonsense! i know we're all in an arcane mood, but i can't forget about my girl. (i promise real writing is coming LMAOO im workin on it)

a cozy night in with ellie williams is more healing than the most researched of therapies. full of love, care, fun, relaxation, they were your favorite nights of the week.

at the end of a long, hard week, ellie knows just what you need. she starts of by preparing you a soulful dinner in advance before you get back—a warm and hearty stew. she sets the table, lights a handful of candles, and makes the atmosphere soothing.

when she hears you trudge inside with a groan of exhaustion, she's by your side within milliseconds, removing your coat and taking your heavy bag off your shoulders, finishing off with a heart-to-heart embrace and a kiss on your forehead.

she's intuitive enough to register your energy levels too, without you having to tell her how you're feeling. the smallest markers on your face set off alarms in her head, and she knows that today is a quiet kind of day. she lowers her tone of voice to a whisper, does not inquire excessively about your day, but just leads you to the dining room where you're greeted by the steaming bowl and elegantly set table.

when you sit down you beam at her, internally pinching yourself at her generosity and wondering what you could have done to deserve her, she was sweeter than honey, truly. your smile is infectious, and her familiar toothy grin plays upon her delicate features. she keeps you company while you both have your meal, then she follows you to the living room, already calculating what she can do for you next.

you slump into the silken cushions of the couch, your voice crackling, “els, could you play something for me?”

you nod at the guitar in the corner of the room, covered in wear and tear but housing a sound that felt like home.

she grabs it and plops down next to you, clearing her throat.

slender fingers creating magic on the steel strings, downy voice caressing your ears, you were enveloped in a momentary calmness.

her husky voice, and the lyrics and melody of a-ha's take on me never fail to woo you, she plays it perfectly. you curl up with a blanket, and close your eyes to intensify the experience.

now in darkness, her music caused shapes and colors to form in your minds eye, you could even hear her love-filled smile.

a lullaby in your favorite place, with your favorite person playing it just for you, you were at ease. your heart felt as if it was about to burst with adoration for the girl on the couch next to you, and you were lulled into a restful state, her music painting a mural in your shallow dreams.

rest up, you deserve it.

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[chrysalis-the-butterfly]

My Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss Shipping Tier List

Hazbin Hotel Ships

Huskerdust - Angel Dust and Husk. My Hellaverse OTP! I've talked about them at length in my Huskerdust analysis post. Long story short: they're not perfect people, but they could be perfect for each other. They've both been through bad times and done bad things, but there's a chance they could change for the better now that they have each other. And that's why I love thinking about them together.

Chaggie - Charlie Morningstar and Vaggie. They're a sweet established couple, and it's cute to see how they'll take any opportunity to hold hands or hug or brush hair off each other's faces. Plus, I'm a sucker for pairings where one person is a grump and the other is a ray of sunshine.

Emilute - Lute and Emily. They're both angels, but very different in looks and personality. One is dark-skinned with pastel clothes and compassion for Sinners; the other is pale-skinned with black clothes and a dedication to eradicating Sinners. Emily would want to help Lute see the light, whereas Lute would try to make Emily cross over to the dark side... @carpp had made some great fanart of the two of them, which made me love the pairing!

Emilette - Emily and Velvette. I started shipping this thanks to @dallina17 and their posts on the pairing. I think it's interesting that Emily and Velvette both have musical moments where they stand up to authority figures (Sera in "You Didn't Know" and Carmilla in "Respectless", respectively), but go about it in different ways (appeals to morality vs. brash rudeness) and with different motives (concern for others vs. self-interest). That's got me thinking about what would happen if the two women ever met. Also, Black sapphic solidarity for the win!

MollyBomb - Molly and Cherri Bomb. I just think it would be funny if Angel's sister and Angel's best friend ended up dating. It's as simple as that!

CherriSnake - Cherri Bomb and Sir Pentious. Their shift from rivals to crushing on each other felt a bit rushed, but I'm intrigued to see where this relationship goes and what impact they might have on each other.

StaticNeedle - Niffty and Vox. I've talked a lot about my headcanon that Niffty and Vox were married in life. It stemmed from realising that they both died in the Fifties, and kind-of spiralled from there. It's probably the rarest rarepair I ship.

StaticMoth - Vox and Valentino. To be honest, I struggle to wholeheartedly ship Valentino with anyone, given his ... everything, but he and Vox would make a fascinating villain couple. One is camp and sexy and does whatever he wants, and the other is a sleek businessman who's obsessed with projecting the perfect image. Opposites attract, I guess?

Seramilla - Sera and Carmilla. Shoutout to @seramilla for getting me interested in this! I can definitely see the appeal of two mother figures on opposite sides of the afterlife finding common ground in their protective nature.

Zestmilla - Carmilla and Zestial. This ship is kind-of "meh" for me, but it is intriguing that Carmilla and Zestial seem so close with each other. I wonder how that happened?

Alzy (platonic) - Mimzy and Alastor. The way Alastor talks to and about Mimzy, and even the way he smiles around her, is different to how he acts around everyone else. The fact that they were friends in life and this friendship has carried over into death is really fascinating to me.

RadioRose (platonic) - Alastor and Rosie. I like how Rosie highlights a different side to Alastor compared to Mimzy, given that Rosie also seems to have a scheming nature. She's like a work buddy to Alastor, except they have a shared interest in eating people.

Lucilith - Lucifer Morningstar and Lilith. I'd like to find out more about their marriage and what caused it to fall apart.

Baximi - Crymini and Baxter. Neither have appeared in the show (yet), but a furry character and a fishy character falling in love has a cool star-crossed-lovers vibe to me.

Helluva Boss Ships

Owling at the Moon (platonic) - Loona and Octavia. Sarcastic Chorus made a really interesting video about how they differ and what they have in common. They're from opposite sides of the track, but both have daddy issues (to put it mildly), so they both could use a friend who understands.

Fizzmodeus - Fizzarolli and Asmodeus. I think the fact that I already love Roger and Jessica Rabbit made me more willing to accept another pairing with a clown and a sex symbol!

M&M - Moxxie Knolastname and Millie. I'm a sucker for married couples who don't completely hate each other.

Sallie Mayday - Verosika Mayday and Sallie May. One is a celebrity, the other is a country girl. It's another opposites-attract concept that I enjoy.

Marberry - Mrs Mayberry and Martha. This feels like "enemies to lovers" taken to the extreme, but hey, I'm here for it!

Stolitz - Blitzø and Stolas. I'm not sure how I feel about them as a couple, but I do enjoy reading and watching other people's analyses of the ship and of each person's shortcomings.

Colleenie - Collin and Keenie. They're both angelic sheep who seem like they're meant to be parallels to Moxxie and Millie, which intrigues me. If only Keenie treated Collin better...

Characters I Don't Really Ship with Anyone

Hazbin Hotel: Adam, St Peter, Odette Carmine, Clara Carmine, Arackniss, Travis, Katie Killjoy, Tom Trench, the Egg Boiz, Fat Nuggets, KeeKee, Razzle, Dazzle

Helluva Boss: Cletus, Deerie, Stella, Andrealphus, Paimon, Joe, Lin, Cash Buckzo, Barbie Wire, Mrs Knolastname, Crimson Knolastname, Striker, Chazwick Thurman, Beelzebub, Vortex, Mammon, Robo-Fizz, Glitz, Glam, Arick "Burnie" Burnz, Wally Wackford, Loopty Goopty, Lyle Lipton, Agent Two, Agent One, Ralphie, Counselor Jimmy

[goldenempyrean]

Should've Worn A Coat

〚 Day 18 - “Wear your coat, you’ll catch a cold” 〛

〚 Pairing - Lena Luthor x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Your girlfriend had told you to wear a coat - you didn't. 〛

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“What am I going to do with you sweetheart? Eh?” Lena sighed, lathering up the shampoo as she softly ran her hands through your hair, carefully washing it. 

“You could kiss me and make me soup?” You giggled feverishly, as you looked over your shoulder to see Lena raise an eyebrow and shoot you an ‘are you kidding me’ sort of look. 

In her defence she had warned you this would happen. Her exact words had been “Remember to wear a coat, you’ll catch a cold otherwise.” But did you wear a coat? Nope. Instead, you had gotten thoroughly soaked and chilled to the bone, leading you to where you were now. 3 days later, sniffling and miserable as both you and Lena sat on the floor of your steam filled shower in an attempt to clear up your sinuses. 

With a playful smirk, Lena leaned closer, her lips hovering near your forehead. "Well, since you asked so nicely," she said, planting a gentle kiss on your feverish forehead. You couldn't help but grin happily, “Next time you’ll listen to me though, won’t you?” 

You nodded weakly, a contented sigh escaping your lips as Lena continued to wash your hair with tender care. The steam from the shower seemed to be finally doing wonders for your stuffy nose, and you could finally breathe a little easier. 

Lena's fingers continued to massage your scalp, her touch soothing and loving. "I will, I promise." you whispered, your voice still a bit hoarse round the edges. 

She chuckled softly, the sound like music to your ears. "That's what I like to hear." Lena leaned in, her lips brushing against your earlobe. "And as for the soup, it's already simmering on the stove. You'll have a nice, hot bowl waiting for you when we're done here." 

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[gaywatch]

Hi Brittany! You mentioned at various points that you love a good redemption arc, and as a fellow redemption arc hoe, I feel compelled to ask: what are your favorite ones? I'm extremely curious.

If you'd like an indication of what you've unleashed, I told The Wife that somebody asked about my favorite redemption arcs and she just went "......jesus."

I won't get too much into why I love a well done redemption arc but the greatly shortened version is: it makes us more empathetic toward real life redemption arcs, it reminds us of our own capacity for positive change, the touch-and-go element is compelling as hell, it challenges black and white thinking, and I find them deeply moving and engrossing and suspenseful and beautiful.

***Talking about redemption arcs is inherently spoilery so MAJOR SPOILERS ahead for lots of things.***

There are characters I loved to see redeemed and characters I'd kill to see redeemed, so starting with canon:

Canon

The Last of Us - The first game is a masterclass of this. It's the arc you don't compare others to because that would simply be unfair.

Captive Prince - Laurent's bitterness and cruelty undergoes such an incredible journey that I finished the first book wondering how the FUCK it was supposed to become a romance and the last book wondering how it could have gone any other way.

Loki - Ugh. Listen. Don't get me started. The only person rooting for Loki harder than me was Thor. I have a lot of issues with Ragnarok but I also can't express to you the joy experienced watching Loki finally Get There. I'm not sure why the redemption arc in his series was necessary since we'd already seen it happen, but then I haven't watched the show yet. (I also don't know how you would even do a Loki redemption without Thor being involved at all, but that's another thing entirely and also a little bias considering Thorki is one of my biggest OTPs of all time.)

Our Flag Means Death - Ed, my beloved. Easily one of the best arcs in recent memory.

Euphoria - Rue is a deeply important character to me for a lot of reasons, one of which being rooting for her redemption by way of sobriety. She hurts the people closest to her in a such visceral ways but I will always rooting for her much the same way as I'm forever rooting for addicts.

Phantom of the Opera - Formative for teen me. The tragedy of this musical hinges on the fact that the Phantom experiences redemption, but far too late to have any chance of Christine staying. Like, what do you want from me. I'm a hopeless romantic to the point of making it my literal job.

Homeland - This one is so fucking impactful and stunning that it deserves to be mentioned in the same breath as The Last of Us.

The Hunger Games - Haymitch's struggle from utter drunken hopelessness to revolutionary while still maintaining total Haymitch-ness is so endearing and such an important piece of the overall themes and messages.

Coriolanus - The entire play is one long (compelling) slog to try and turn this warmongering, egomaniacal asshole around towards mercy and forgiveness...but this is Shakespeare so it happens too late. But watching this man's entire toxic psyche get broken down and pulled back just enough is a truly wild thing to watch.

Anastasia - Yes, the animated 90s film from my formative years. Dimitri is part of my redemption arc blueprint (among other things) and it's so quintessentially told. Shout out to John Cusack for having a hot voice.

Tony Stark - The first Iron Man kicked off a multi-billion dollar franchise for a reason.

Harley Quinn - Toxic straight to anti-hero sapphic, fucking absolutely. We love to see it. Give Margot Robbie her Poison Ivy for fuck's sake.

The Greatest Showman - In this (highly) fictionalized version, Barnum sees how everything fell apart around him and how he used people along the way in search what he thought would bring self worth. His redemption song is the best number in a musical full of bangers, fight me.

Sabrina (1995) - Criminally fucking underrated rom-com remake. Harrison Ford? As a stoic heartless corporate dealmaker? Learning to break out of the long held path his father laid down for him and warm up his cold dead heart? Also formative for me.

Beauty and the Beast - If you haven't noticed, I love a Byronic hero. The old meme about this story being Stockholm Syndrome (a thing that doesn't exist in the first place) was incorrect. This is a redemption story right to the core. The Disney version was formative for kid me, but for adult me it's the 2014 French version all day every day.

Jane Eyre - You could argue that Rochester is somewhat less of a redemption arc than a 'man brutally humbled for his desperate mistakes' arc but he's a better man at the end of it and I'm deeply in love with him so there's that. Also something something Byronic.

American History X - Also deserves to be mentioned in the same breath as The Last of Us. The importance of an unflinching look at how a hardcore Neo Nazi climbs back to humanity--something that real people do every day--cannot be overstated.

AU:

Harry Potter - Not dissimilar to American History X, I've been fascinated by the idea of what a full, in depth, hard fought redemption arc for Lucius Malfoy would even look like. He gets juuuuust far along enough by the end of the series that the potential for an arc is there--his faith in Voldemort is broken and the only priority he acted on in the finale was trying to get his son out alive. For an extremist, neutral acts are huge. And if he happens to fall into my rarepair with Harry along the way, it only makes the character possibilities richer imo.

Stranger Things - Billy died too soon, and I will die on this motherfucking hill. He touches redemption and is then immediately killed??? But you left out the best part! Make him stick around to heal his relationship with Max, make amends with the people he's hurt, heal from his bigotry and internalized homophobia, get him and Max away from his physically and emotionally abusive father, backslide into asshole territory and fight his way back, etc! there was SO MUCH for him to do and it was a unique opportunity within a horror show! Goddammit.

The Untamed - Another hill I die on is that if Meng Yao had met Lan Xichen earlier in the timeline he could have been saved from his horrifying villainy. Though a more traditional 'Meng Yao lives and goes through the seemingly impossible process of healing his psyche with Xichen's help' is definitely appealing, my first instinct is the idea of early intervention. Sometimes this applies to Xue Yang too, but honestly I love his crazy ass just the way he's told.

There's definitely more than three AU arcs, but those are always the first three that come to mind because I'm the most Opinionated about them.

A general rule for me is the darker the character, the more interesting their redemption potential. There are plenty of exceptions that turn me off from the idea (I'm not at all interested in an AU that redeems Voldemort, for example) so it's not like I want to see every single villainous or dark grey character get a redemption arc, but a lot of my all-time favorite ships and characters involve some form of redemption.

Also I know there are more female characters that should be on this list but I legit can't remember them at the moment. I'm sure I'll remember like ten in the next day and a half after I post this. (Edit: AGATHA HARKNESS, FOR FUCK'S SAKE. I'M STILL ROOTING FOR HER.)

Also also, shout out to Avatar: The Last Airbender and She-Ra. They each had very well done redemptions that I really loved but never attached to in the same way as the ones listed. Probably has something to do with them being incredibly hyped before watching so I was both prepared for it and overly aware of How Good It Was Supposed To Be, which made the way their arcs stumbled a bit towards the end stick out more.

[mizukagami-takamagahara]

Annon-Guy: In terms of the options for the XBLAZE Remake/Remaster Poll, have any thoughts besides the Thrid Game (which you and I voted for)?

Let's see...

An English Dub of the XBlaze games would be great. As a native English speaker, I'm much better able to understand the tones of lines in English, and that can add another layer to character or scene analysis.

More animated scenes might be fun, but I always felt that the animated scenes in the BB franchise were a little weak or off-model. They just don't have a big enough budget to make those feel great, for me, so they instead feel sort of distracting. I guess it would depend on how they were done!

Similarly, I'm just not personally too interested in mini games or stuff like the BlazyBloo game. They just don't add anything to the experience for me! Changes to the Phantom Field of Lost Memories could be interesting, but I worry they wouldn't be super impactful. More obstacles could just be frustrating. I could see something fun with a little RPG mechanic of some kind, but that might be too much of a shift and also just feel out of place. I'm not sure- I just think it might be cute.

On the other hand I would absolutely LOVE an Expanded Story. I don't exactly think it's necessary for the XBlaze games, but it would be a WELCOME expansion. I'm constantly hungry for more of lore from the BB universe, so any additional look at the world would make me happy. I desperately want to see the rest of the Ten Sages, and learn more about how the XB world overlaps with or deviates from the BB world. But even outside of big plot stuff, just getting to learn more about the characters would be fun too.

It's hard for me to form an opinion on the idea of a simplified TOi system, as I can't conceptualize it. I kind of like the idea of dialogue options, and the intractability they bring, but I don't know if I'd want it at the expense of the TOi. I like the unique way it gave us some glimpses into the characters interests and online personas.

I think a lot of people would love a remixed soundtrack! It would probably be fun! But it wouldn't do much for me. I have a hard time processing multiple things at once, so I generally either play my games on mute so I can focus, or if I do listen to the soundtrack, I really don't digest it. To really appreciate the music, I have to sit down with it alone and consciously focus my attention on it, and I haven't done that with this series yet. I probably should!

I'm conflicted on an Elise route. On one hand I would love to see more about Ishana, and more of Elise in general, and it would be good for her to bond with people outside of Kuon. On the other hand, I worry a romance with Touya would feel forced (the Mei end felt sort of shoehorned for me in some ways already, though I've found an interpretation I like since) and even more than that, I worry it would do harm to her writing as a sapphic woman. She's already in dicey waters as a gag character who's status as the only openly queer member of the cast is kind of played as a punchline, so if she were to have a straight relationship that was written with a serious tone, while her wlw relationship with Kuon was still left as mostly a gag, it would leave a bad taste in my mouth. I don't think it would do her justice. On that subject though, although they would feel just as out of place in a lot of ways, this does have me wondering about an Acht route or a Yuki route...

And lastly, I would kill a man for a Bloodedge Experience adaptation of some kind. We desperately need a reliable way to experience SOME of that story in the English speaking fandom, or even just get a taste of the characters in their own environment (as opposed to their CF cameos.) It could even get more attention on the series, and perhaps prompt the release of the next god damn volume.

[crushedsweets]

i was listening to twin size mattress by the front bottoms and was like. hmm this is the most toby song ever

SO i was wondering do u have any songs that remind you of specific creeps? could be from lyrics or just general vibes yk yk

- 🌙 anon (im new here hi)

HII welcome. ok ok. so i listen to music in a very boring way and never analyze lyrics/artists/albums/etc. but for you i will try to change.

also these lryics with toby oh wow.. wow. ok. wowwww. wow. ok. wow. STUFF UNDER THE CUT BUT KNOW IM DEEPLY WARPING THE ACTUAL MEANING BEHIND A LOT OF THESE SONGS LOL. i religiously listen to love songs so its hard

toby and honey by coastal club. (my fave song rn..)

whether its from his perspective or not.. it doesnt even have to be romantic either. just his friendships with everyone around him, both from people like tim and brian seeing this SEVERELY TROUBLED kid. . . 'wide eyed..dying to get outside' feels very :((( yk. he was a kid trapped in a fucking horrifying situation all his life. or him looking at his friendship with nina. "youve got a way with me... alive and so full of life, i'm mesmerized by your love" etc. maybe jack or clockwork with the "i started laughing at the words you spoke, i kinda like you and your stupid jokes"... AGAIN I KNOW ITS A LOVE SONG but i see it applying in so many different forms of love. and i love love. also a ton of like, car and driving references which is um. lyra reference sorry

nina x clockwork and "a big brown dog named bagel" by nep

ok this doesnt apply so much to my au(nobody is canon in mine but yk)... buttttttt... yeah. ugh. this is so nina @ nat. sorry guys ive been changed. one ask always diverts my attention at the speed of light. "I like the way she bites, the way she talks, the way she looks when I smile" is just SO FUCKING NINA ADORING NAT. nina just wants to be in the most fairytale coming of age movie ya novel lovestory and she says that her biggest dream in life is to get married. she wants to take care of her lover and give and give and give so fucking much and "I'll buy you a big old house on a big old hill And I'll grow old with my baby, 'til she's dead" is so very her. of course i chose clockwork cuz 'she's tall in the knees' and 'some green in her eyes' plus im a lesbian and havent fawned over sapphic relationships in months since i began my creepypasta return. LOL

eyeless jack and "downhill" by lincoln

there r few words to describe the amount of guilt, horror, and devastation that jack feels after what he's done, all he's lost, and what he has to do to survive. he has a year of his life that he was literally possessed by a demon and went around fucking tearing humans apart and eating their remains. even as he's """recovering""" and settling into a cabin, his friendships with the creeps, trying to just feel okay. he's on his last leg, he can tell that people know he's a shell of what he was but they'll never know how warm, kind, inviting he used to be. "i went downhill at such a steep inline" ... yea he did his life changed immeasurably in a single night and it's never coming back. the lyrics "'Cause I was born into the world on a silken cloud / And I got bored of the world before I hit the ground" ... while he had a ton of pressure. he loved his life, loved his family, was the type to constantly express how grateful he was for everything that got him where he was. and then he hit rock fucking bottom because he wanted to chase a little excitement with the pretty girl inviting him to join a 'club.' poor guy

liu and "i'm not angry anymore" by paramore

i dont think i need to explain this because um..... lols... liu just wants to fucking move on. he just wants to escape everything. he wants his family back, including the little brother he'd play catch with in the front yard for so many years. but he has his moments where it all comes barreling back, and he makes real fucking brash decisions - he lost his marriage because he spiraled trying to find jeff and moved to fucking alabama. so you know.

jane and "everest" by beabadoobee

again, i dont think i need to explain this. maybe this could be mary(jane's wife) singing to jane, cuz she was one of janes main supports after her parents death. jane can only act strong for so long but she is so so so fucking sad and mourning and she was always so soft and gentle and sweet and she lost everything in a single night. she spent a short period of time filled with rage, as she would be, but her story eventually evolves into her just wanting to help others with their cases, be happy with her wife, take care of sally, grow old, make her parents proud. she's climbed mountains and is probably in the best place of all the creeps. holds her. i dont touch her character too often because i just want her to settle happily lolz..

ok thats all i got guys :3.. thank youuuuu thank youuu. sorry if my music taste is bad guys. LOL.

[n3felibata]

Just remembered that today is when Hazbin episodes are being released early and it reminded me of a rant I had saved but never posted. Here it is 🥱

People responding to claims of Helluva Boss having sexist writing by bringing up that it's mlm and Hazbin Hotel will be wlw seems like it'd be a valid argument at first... but I can't even begin to explain all the things wrong with it.

Not only has it been comfirmed that will Angel Dust will be getting a love interest, but Vox and Val are also dating. So we have 2 mlm subplots in what's supposed to be a sapphic show, but Helluva hasn't had a canon wlw couple that aren't just background characters.

In fact, Charlie and Vaggie are the ONLY canon sapphic ship in EITHER shows.

I wonder if when Viv said that Hazbin was "female led" that she just meant that Charlie is the protagonist. Because the notion that Hazbin is "women led" the same way that Helluva is "men led" would imply that Niffty will be a more important character than Alastor and let's be so real, that's not gonna happen.

The show hasn't even been released and we already know more about Angel than we do about Charlie, who is supposed to be the protagonist. Both he and Alastor have their own prequel comics and Angel even has a whole music video.

In the hypothetical but very unlikely situation that men in HH *were* written the same way as women in HB, that would still be bad. But since that's not gonna happen, it's even worse since there's clear favoritism going on here. Especially since misogyny is a real issue and men aren't really oppressed by anything that wasn't established by the patriarchy in the first place. The worst thing that could come out of HH being female led is a waste of potential whereas the way HB's women are written can be read as instilling legitimate sexist ideology.

I understand that achillean content would put an emphasis on men. Content focusing on characters of a certain gender isn't inherently bad, or at least not in the context of LGBT+ media, but people need to understand that the problem isn't even about screentime or depth. It's the fact that the women in HB just get treated blantly unfairly and are reduced to the role they play in a man's story. Most of them exist more to accommodate male characters and their stories than to be their own individuals first and foremost. And if you need an example, Helluva Boss has done the fridging/women in refrigerators trope several times (the trope of killing off or injuring women to forward a man's story).

HB being male led isn't bad, but the excuse can only go so far. Even in mlm content, the idea that men come first is still patriarchal.

[maditalksmusic]

All Things Go NYC (Day 2) at Forest Hills Stadium

This past Sunday, September 29, I had the pleasure of attending the second day of the All Things Go music festival at Forest Hills Stadium in Queens, New York. It wasn’t a planned trip, but thanks to Chappell Roan dropping out of the festival on the Friday morning prior, ticket prices plummeted. In the span of 30 minutes, they went from $300-$400 to $75, and it was too good of a deal to pass up. Given the state of the weather the day I attended the festival, I didn’t know if it was even going to be worth having gone, but leaving that night, I couldn’t have been more grateful for the experience. 

It certainly would’ve been more comfortable if it hadn’t been raining all day long at an outdoor venue and I wasn’t soaked to the bone and my hands weren’t completely numb by the end of the night, but honestly the dreary conditions curated the perfect vibe for the lineup. Saturday had been a more energetic set of artists, far more pop-centric than Sunday with sets including sapphic pop-rock band MUNA and newfound lesbian pop icon Reneè Rapp. Sunday, on the other hand, was a lot closer to a dark folk-rock festival with artists you’d listen to speeding down backroads during a thunderstorm or sobbing your eyes out over your latest breakup, wondering what you ever could’ve done to bring what feels like the end of the world upon yourself. I had to leave before the final headliner, Janelle Monáe, took the stage, because regrettably, it was a school night. However, I was able to see the rest of the day’s lineup - Annie DiRusso, Indigo De Souza, Mannequin Pussy, Maisie Peters, Julien Baker, and Ethel Cain. 

Lineup banner on the exterior of Forest Hills Stadium, shot by me

Annie DiRusso was a name I was previously unfamiliar with, but I found myself thoroughly impressed with her set. She kicked the afternoon off perfectly, donning a bright yellow poncho on stage in solidarity with the already drenched crowd. Her highly autobiographical style of songwriting lent itself well to audience engagement as she gave us pieces of different stories that inspired each song, many aspects of which hit extremely close to home for a lot of the audience. Most of her upbeat ‘bedroom-rock’ songs focused on DiRusso’s run-ins with classic coming-of-age experiences, uniting everyone in the crowd from the sixteen-year-olds there with their moms to the fifty-year-old (mostly lesbian) couples thrilled to see such a wonderfully queer festival lineup. 

Setlist: 

Don’t Swerve

Legs

Nine Months

Wet

Next up was Indigo De Souza, who I’ve known for a while as she’s based in Asheville, North Carolina, about an hour and a half from my hometown. This was my first time seeing her live, but I have friends back home who have been to shows of hers and usually, she’s quite lively and her energy is infectious. After her set at All Things Go, I don’t think there was a dry eye in the stadium. Hurricane Helene hit western NC the day prior, and it caused absolutely devastating damage, especially in Asheville. Just before De Souza took the stage, she received the news that her entire home had been destroyed in the storm - her house, everything she owned, her piano - gone. Her performance was among the most raw I’ve ever seen, every single lyric hit like an emotional avalanche. Through most of the songs, her eyes stayed closed and she stayed still at the microphone, simply letting the music pour out of her. It was the most moving set of the day, I think. Before she left the stage, she shared a number of resources that people can utilize to help aid those who were deeply affected by Hurricane Helene in Appalachia specifically, making a point to use her platform for good. I’m still in awe of the fact that she managed to drag herself out there and play so gorgeously in the wake of such a disaster, which goes to show just how powerful of an artist she is. 

Setlist:

Be My Love 

Staying Busy 

Wasting Your Time

You Can Be Mean

Love Transcends

be like the water

shit together

Younger & Dumber

Indigo De Souza during her set at All Things Go NYC, shot by me

Following Indigo De Souza’s intense set came a very different sort of energy from a four-piece female-fronted rock band called Mannequin Pussy, with front woman and lead singer Marisa Dabice, Kaleen Reading on drums, Colins Regisford on bass guitar, and Maxine Steen on guitar. I’d heard a couple of their songs before, but I hadn’t done a deep dive on their discography. After their performance, I was completely sold. The group is heavily reminiscent of bands from the 90s Riot Grrrl scene - the resemblance in energy to the Bikini Kill concert I was at a few weeks ago was incredible. Before Dabice even began singing, I thought to myself, huh… she reminds me a lot of Kathleen Hanna. I don’t know that an outdoor stadium was the best venue for them, but they put on a good show nonetheless. It was the only heavier rock set of the festival, and it was clear that a lot of the audience wasn’t necessarily jiving with it (but, that was the same group that was still mad about Chappell Roan dropping out of the lineup last minute for mental health reasons because she was the only artist they even bought the ticket for, so it was unsurprising). It was so refreshing to see the same sort of sentiments that drove the Riot Grrrl movement still present in modern rock music - not in the sense that the world is still rife with problems that are being felt especially deeply by women and queer people at the moment, but refreshing in the sense that there’s still groups out there that are genuinely passionate about using their platform to spur change in any way possible. 

Setlist:

Sometimes

Loud Bark

I Got Heaven

Of Her

Aching

OK? OK! OK? OK!

Romantic

Following Mannequin Pussy was the only non-queer pop artist of the day, Maisie Peters. Peters is currently touring with Conan Gray on the Found Heaven Tour and has gained a lot of recognition for her recent opening act in London for Taylor Swift’s Eras Tour. I’m not a huge Maisie Peters fan generally… I won’t go out of my way to listen to her music. You won’t find me searching it up on Spotify, but maybe I won’t skip a song if it pops up in some sort of generated playlist from time to time. I was quite frankly shocked by how much I enjoyed her performance at All Things Go. When she came on, I was probably the least enthusiastic one in my section, but a few songs in I was jamming along, leaning into her bright and whimsical songs telling the stories of her past romantic ventures, for the most part. I still maintain my stance that Maisie Peters comes across as a teenage carbon copy of Sabrina Carpenter (especially with the bangs… the resemblance is undeniable) despite only being one year younger than Carpenter at age 24. But, I’ll admit it - her music is fun. She’s got a stage presence that feels sort of like what I imagine the experience of chewing bright pink bubblegum at a neon-lit roller rink with your friends singing along to the latest radio pop hits feels like. She grabs the audience and holds onto it until she’s completely out of sight, and most importantly, she leaves you at least a little happier than you were before. 

Setlist:

You’re Just a Boy (And I’m Kinda the Man)

Body Better

Love Him I Don’t

John Hughes Movie

Not Another Rockstar

Holding Out for a Hero (Bonnie Tyler cover)

The Band and I

Villain

The Last One

There It Goes

History of Man

Lost the Breakup

Crowd during Maisie Peters' set at All Things Go NYC, shot by me

The anticipation for Julien Baker’s set was palpable. The night prior, MUNA had brought out Lucy Dacus for Phoebe Bridgers’ verse in their hit song “Silk Chiffon”. Baker, Bridgers, and Dacus formed a supergroup called Boygenius back in 2018, and have released two EPs as well as a full studio album together. Phoebe Bridgers is still by far the most well-known of the three, but with the massive success of their debut album The Record last year, which won the Grammys for Best Alternative Album, Best Rock Song, and Best Rock Performance (the latter two both for the track “Not Strong Enough”), both Lucy Dacus and Julien Baker saw an increase in the popularity of their solo work. Given Dacus’ appearance with MUNA, almost everyone was expecting an on-stage appearance from her during Baker’s set as well since they do have music together as Boygenius. While she didn’t join Julien Baker on stage, Lucy Dacus was spotted watching her set along with Phoebe Bridgers, huddled together under a cream-colored umbrella, supporting their best friend like a pair of proud parents still flabbergasted by their child’s sheer talent. Baker’s set was what could only be described as a religious experience for me. Maybe 30 seconds into her first song, I had tears rolling down my cheeks. I’m not one to form those creepy parasocial relationships with artists and pretend I know them personally, which is usually what puts people to tears that soon into a show. I found Julien Baker’s music at a really difficult point in my life, and ever since I’ve had an incredibly strong emotional attachment to her songs. Her music helped me pull through some of my toughest times, and to this day I have to be careful about when I listen to her because doing so conjures up such intense emotions for me. When she started singing, all of those feelings came cascading to the surface, and I couldn’t hold back the sobs thinking back on the last few years and how grateful I am to be in such a wonderful place now. Time felt frozen in that moment, it was just me and the music in this emotional vortex, swirling around and around until she left the stage.

Setlist:

Over

Appointments

Ringside

Red Door

Happy to Be Here

Favor

Tokyo

Sprained Ankle

Bloodshot

Even

Claws in Your Back

Hardline

Julien Baker during her set at All Things Go NYC, shot by me

After Julien Baker, some water, and the most mediocre $9 french fries I’ve ever consumed, I felt like I was in heaven. Which is an interesting place to be going into an Ethel Cain show, given the intricate religious-trauma-ridden, toxic-relationship-turns-cannibalism lore behind her first and only (very much concept) album, Preacher’s Daughter. Ethel Cain is the stage name and character identity developed by Hayden Silas Andehӧnia. Her ambient contemporary folk-rock music is like nothing else out there right now - I’ve never heard a concept album that tells such a detailed story with each song. The interpretations of each song are left up to the listener’s experience and their decision on whether or not to put the time in to do their research, but it’s impossible not to feel as if you’re witnessing a scene from a movie go down in your mind when you hear her music. When you close your eyes and let the song wash over you, basking in her richly haunting vocals and the perfectly minimal but just maximal enough instrumentation, you can feel the dry heat of Alabama, the sunburn on your neck sitting in the bleachers at a football game, the crushing weight of the church on your shoulders with every decision you make. Every note is a pull between the pounding of a heart pushing hot red blood through a body pulsing with vitality and the ice cold remnants of a mutilated corpse. It’s feeling like there must be a God, or at the very least some sort of outside force of the universe, but looking at the state of the world and thinking to yourself it would be impossible for any kind of holy being to allow anyone to have to suffer the way they do. By the end of Ethel Cain’s set, it was pitch-black outside, everything hurt, my skirt was completely ripped, and I was once again shivering under my three layers of soaked clothing, ready for any kind of respite. I can’t imagine a better way to have experienced it. 

Setlist:

Dust Bowl

A House in Nebraska

Family Tree

Thoroughfare

Crush

Punish 

August Underground

Gibson Girl

Bette Davis Eyes (Jackie DeShanon cover)

American Teenager

During Ethel Cain's set at All Things Go NYC, shot by me

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

✨ 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 ✨

🦇 Happy Friday, bookish bats! You've made it through another week! I hope you have a wonderful weekend full of new books, cuddles with your fur babies, and real relaxation. We have a jam-packed weekend full of adulting, which isn't fun, but we're sure to find a few moments for rest and joy once we're done. I'm currently slow-cooking my spin on tikka masala, sipping an oatmilk honey cinnamon latte, reading Ruthless Vows, and staring at the reviews I need to write. How are you spending your weekend?

✨ I've seen this trend the past few weeks and finally got around to writing my own list. Here are a few things I'm currently obsessed with:💜

💜 The smell of that first cup of coffee before the crack of dawn ✨ Finding new ways to make bae laugh 💜 Hugging CleoCatra until she squeals like King from The Owl House ✨ The Bear 💜 Waking up to Luna tucked into a ball on my legs ✨ Books that pull you in instantaneously 💜 Learning more about myself through the characters I write ✨ Discovering new authors through their debut books 💜 All the sapphic books. All of them. ✨ My new bookshelf (pictures to come) 💜 Making messes learning new recipes ✨ My little desk elliptical/the thrill of hitting 10k steps a day 💜 A new era of Marianas Trench music ✨ Being intentional with my mornings 💜 Maintaining my boundaries ✨ Spending one-on-one time with amazing women 💜 Knitting ✨ Chappell Roan

✨ Tell me one of the things you’re obsessed with!

[calyxthenerd]

Tales and Secrets

“So” Leon started “You all may be wondering why we brought you all here” Marco continued “the thing is, we wanted all of our friend groups to meet, so we arranged this little reunion, since we all live in BA, but somehow, outside of a few connections” Simón picks up, looking at his girlfriend, who’s sitting with Marco, his arm around her shoulder and her head laying on his, taking a deep breath and averting his gaze to Luna, who didn’t want to be excluded from the little gathering of mexicans, was on León’s back, her chin on her shoulder, then turning to look at Marco’s cousin, who he had just met

“Anyways, we thought, that, so you guys can get to know each other, we’d play a little old school party game” Mara continued, making some eyes roll “called never have I ever” and several people protest “Shut up and let them speak!” Ámbar and Ludmila say at the same time, then stare at each other for a little while, before silently agreeing to never speak of it again

“So, first things first, everyone grab a nametag and pen, stick them in a visible spot on your chest, so everyone knows who’s speaking, and some rules, if you have done the thing, you raise your hand, and if it’s something you do not wish to talk about it, you don’t have to, but telling the story is encouraged” Leon explained, gesturing to two baskets on the table in front of him with one hand, the other still holding Luna up, everyone immediately went over and crowded the table, making him have to take a few steps back, before grabbing the items for himself, once everyone goes back to their seats and tapping Luna’s tigh so she comes down, soon everyone that was presenting this whole thing had one filled up and were sat down

Thiago piped in “So, as the oldest person in the room, I think I should start” when no one objects, he continues “Starting off strong, never have I ever been legally dead” he smirks at Helena, who glares at him, without any real venom behind it, and raises her hand, and sees Luna raise hers too, from the corner of her eye

“Okay, I need both stories, like, right now” Jazmin, the one person who sorta knows both of them, and a serial gossip, demanded, looking between the two of them

“Kidnapped during a fire” Luna said, not giving further context, from her seat between Simón and Matteo, they both wrapped their arms around her after she spoke, glaring at anyone who looked in her direction, even after six years, she didn’t really like talking about those events

“Car accident, lost my memory and didn’t really know who I was for like ten years, then, well, the rest is history” she smiles at the two guys on either side of her, and her younger sister, who decided to sit between her legs, with her boyfriend resting against her chest

“Okay, that was kinda dark, I’m sorry, I guess I’ll go now” Helena continues, looking around and thinking, before an idea sparks in her head “Never have I ever been straight” that gets a few hands up around the room, Gastón, Broduey, Jhon, Bia, Manuel, Alex, but silence, after all, that’s not exactly a story that you can tell, but Bia speaks up “wow, I really am the only non-sapphic around here” making all the girls and Pixie laugh

“My turn then” Victor chuckles, putting a thinking face on, before saying “Never have I ever fallen in love with someone before meeting them face to face” that makes Gastón, Marco and Manuel raise their hands, looking at their respective girlfriends with heart eyes

“So, as the oldest of the trio, I guess I’ll start, I had just gotten to BA, and I was at my apartment, just trying to get acquainted with the local music scene, then I see a site called youmix, that promised to show you the newest rising stars in Argentina, and I clicked on it, scrolled down a bit, and I saw her” he squeezes Fran’s hand “she looked like an angel, I had to click on it, and then I heard her sing, it was the greatest voice I’ve ever heard, and in that moment, I promised myself that I’d find that girl and try my best to get her to go out with me, and well, eleven years later, here we are” he pecks her lips

“It’ll be hard to top that one, but i guess I’ll try, so, I was on my second year of high school, and there was this girl that kept commenting on the YouTube channel of two girls I knew, and her words, her words just lured me in, and then she started her own blog to write her beautiful words, so I dusted up my old account on that platform, and we started chatting, then there was the time she stood me up on a date, that one epic phone call, the whole ordeal with her mom’s girlfriend disguising herself as her, and finally, I saw her for who she really was, the love of my life” he kisses the top of her head

“Well, we were at a party at our usual hang out spot, man I miss that place, anyways, I stepped away from my annoying cousin” he looks pointedly at Alex, who’s a few chairs away from them “to go use the bathroom, and then I heard her, she was singing, I don’t even remember what song it was, I was so distracted by her voice, and when I was playing the piano a few days later and ended up finding out who it was, I was in the clouds, being able to feel what I felt for her freely was the best thing I’ve ever experience, obviously we didn’t get together immediately, we were kids, we made a lot of mistakes, there were some obstacles, but we made it, I mean, look at the position I’m sitting in, it’s our favorite, isn’t it?” He looks up at her, and she just nods, kissing the tip of his nose

“Okay, I’m all for cheesy displays of affection and public declarations of love, I mean, just ask my wife, but we need to keep the game moving, so I’m going next” León declares, thinking for a few seconds before completing with “ never have I ever dressed up in a pink wig to see the guy I was in love with” while grinning at his wife, who glowers back at him, raising her hand, followed by one Nina Simonetti, who’s becoming Perida in a under a year, not that she knows it “mi sueño, you wanna tell the story?” León asks, still grinning

“Fine, so, I was a kid, and pretty stupid, didn’t have much experience with being an actual person back then, so I was broken up with the love of my life, and I realized I couldn’t bare to be away from him, so I was talking to my best friend about it, and we were just digging through her closet, for no apparent reason, so we found these old wigs from when she was a kid, and I had the wonderful idea to dress up as someone else so I could go see him, and well, it worked a little bit, until he fell for me all over again, since I’m irresistible, but then he ended up finding out it was, and we fell out for a while, until we couldn’t take it anymore and got back together, and now here we are, the only married ones in our friend group, your turn now, Nina, was it?”

“Yes, that’s correct, so, my dear boyfriend pretty much told the story already, so, I had this whole other identity only, but then we set up a video chat, so I put on that wig, that my best friend had lying around for some reason, and some clothes that I’d never wear as myself, and so that adventure began, until I was with my disguise, performing onstage, and in a moment of bravery, I revealed myself, and that was the end of that”

“So as not to start a war on who’s older than who, I’m going now” Celeste said from her spot, her girlfriend resting against her legs “Never have I ever done what’s consider an extreme sport” at that, the entire roller team, plus León, raised their hands

“Is freestyle skating actually an extreme sport?” Marco asked Ámbar “It is, but it’s actually pretty chill once you get the hang of it” she answers, before addressing the rest of the room “most of us who raised our hands were in the same roller skating team as teenagers” and León complemented “I did motocross when I was younger”

“Me now” Luna demands “never have I ever publicly dedicated a song to get a girl to forgive me” Matteo and Manuel raised their hands “pretty self explanatory, I screwed up, don’t even remember what I did, but I wanted her back, so I enlisted my best bro’s help to get me onstage to sing a song I wrote for her” Matteo explained, squeezing Luna’s shoulder

“Pretty much the same, but switch the “don’t remember” with “was partly responsible for a private video of her getting leaked”” a few people grimaced “not that kind of video, get your minds out of the gutter, she was just singing, anyways, and switch the “best bro” with “resident tech genius”” he smiled at Pixie “and the “stage” with “streaming platform” and you’ll have my story” he leaned up, kissing Bia’s chin

“Okay, so, this has gone on for quite a while, and since I’m one of the most organized people here, I scheduled it, and our time is almost running out, so we’ll do the last one and then we all part ways to whatever we have to do, because I know we’re all very busy people” Mara concluded

“So, since, as my dear cousin said, we’re closing up this little get-together, I’ll go now” Marco said, with his hand already up “never have I ever been personally victimized by a media-centered company” everyone’s hands went up, except Pietro, Thiago, Helena and Victor

“Youmix” Violetta said, and they all grimaced, since it had some pretty viral scandals

“Vidia” the whole roller team spat out the name, like it tasted sour to them, Simón and Matteo with an extra amount of venom in their voice, no one wanted to give an explanation and stir up those memories

“Laix” Bia said, a frown on her face, and a vague look in her eyes, clearly recalling what they put her and her friends through

“O-kay” León clapped, bringing everyone back to reality “that was quite a trip down memory lane, but I think everyone wants to go home and relax after this emotionally challenging afternoon, but to the people I don’t deal with constantly, I hope I can meet you again, in an environment where we can talk better, bye” and he grabs his wife’s hand, starting to walk to one of the exits, followed by Luna, Simón, Matteo and Ámbar, they’re going to have a cousins and s/o’s dinner

Marco, Francesca and Diego invited Mara to their place, with her boyfriend that was not invited to the function because he’s not relevant enough

The Urquiza girls and their boyfriends are going out dancing

Pedro and Nico have a sound test for a concert in a few days, Simón is doing his separately the next day, Delfi and Jazmin invited themselves to tag along

Pietro is going to make dinner for Daisy, Chiara and Celeste

Pixie is going to eat instant noodles and edit videos all night

Gastón and Nina are going to eat takeout and just enjoy each other’s company

Andrés, Maxi, Broduey, Fede and Cami are going out clubbing, they have a thing where they like to try every drink in the menu and see who gets drunk first

Naty is taking Ludmila shopping

Ramiro, Jim & Yam are going to the movies (it was a date but he invited himself)

And so, one by one, they leave the giant conference room, going to their other scheduled plans,

Right after the last group left, a group of adults very familiar to some of them entered, and a man, also familiar to a more select few, stepped up to the front “This is the support group for parents who’s children have strange occurrences happening in their lives, I am Doctor Dufré and I’m here to listen”

[asters-random-sideblog]

hey guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

my name is aster.

my pronouns are she/her/they/them.

my main is @anxiety-lemsbian

If you want other blogs to follow my art/music sideblog is @phoebes-bridges

i love musicals, especially hamilton, matilda and heathers

my comfort movies are mamma mia and high school musical

likes: cats, phoebe bridgers, finland, vintage teacups, watercolours, music, bracelets, queer people, radio silence, taylor swift, rain, cardigans, knitted vests, embroidery, green, lorde, dangerfield, drawing, quirky stuff, ducks, stars, girls, tumblr, tacos, art, ballgowns, long skirts, oversized shirts/jumpers, sweetpeas, rainbows, alice oseman, daisies, mochi, lily of the valley, eliza and the delusionals, pale sunlight, typewriters, rotary phones, earrings, like three people, lavender, floral scented soaps/conditioners, peppermint lip balm, blue eyes, the texture of velvet, being alone, apple pie, gilmore girls, people using my correct pronouns, heartstopper, little women, reading, nice pink watermelon, british accents, a flower fairies treasury, sarcasm, sunflowers, the ocean when it’s raining or dark, stuff that’s naturally grey (rainclouds, etc.) lemon iced tea, frances janvier, spanish, macarons, bubble tea

dislikes: math, global warming, migraines, the sun, tight clothes, pimples, homophobia, spiders, racism, transphobia, shitty people, terfs, aphobia, tiktok, wasps, watermelon when it’s too red and floury, my father, school, most people, being bad at spanish, being alone when I feel people will judge me for it, depression, anxiety, people being ignorant, my mother, drunk people, smokers, feeling uncomfortable, most men, vomit, rejection, being delusional

i’m a minor

i speak un peqeño español and i love cats

my pronouns page:

i love osemanverse but im especially addicted to radio silence, solitare and loveless (i kin frances sm)

im gay (in a sapphic way)

BETH MARCH STAN OMG

love love love darcy olsson and sam kerr lol

i loveeeee enola holmes

im in love with the one bracelet i own

i have depression and anxiety, and probably asd and adhd

feel free to drop into my inbox at any time i love getting asks

i like sleeping

this is a list of songs i claim as my own:

liability, ribs, no better, stoned at the nail salon and sober II (melodrama) by lorde

happiness is a butterfly and cinnamon girl by lana del rey

not strong enough, anticurse, letter to an old poet and true blue by boygenius

meteor shower by cavetown

the story of us, seven, illicit affairs, you’re on your own kid, would’ve could’ve should’ve, if this was a movie , hoax, i don’t wanna live forever, right where you left me, i can see you, invisible string, the lakes, mirrorball and this is me trying by taylor swift

motion sickness, moon song, graceland too, garden song, kyoto and i know the end by phoebe bridgers

watch you sleep and rue by girl in red

there it goes and you’re just a boy (and i’m kinda the man) by maisie peters

summer child by conan gray

all-american bitch, brutal, deja vu, lacy, bad idea right?, hope ur ok, teenage dream, get him back! and good 4 u by olivia rodrigo

just exist and cigarette by eliza and the delusionals

ok i think im done

am i done?

i think imma make an aesthetic board actually

lets do it!!!!

also pls tell me if ur uncomfortable being called babe/darling/love

general DNI's apply, terfs, homophobes, transphobes, NSFW accounts etc etc

have a wonderful day i love you :)

[prettylittlelyres]

NaNoWrimo 2023 - I'm doing it!

Hello, friends! It's a long time since I've made a post like this, but I've decided to do NaNoWriMo in 2023, writing 1,667 words a day until the first Violins and Violets book is done!

The working title is "Ladies Don't Write Music", as that's the message the protagonist keeps being given throughout the book. Luckily for music, she doesn't take it to heart.

Salzburg, 1784: 19-year-old Katharina Schmidt is under pressure to find a husband and settle down. She and her younger brother Hans are musical prodigies who grew up travelling Europe, but now that they're older, Katharina is told to settle down and be ladylike. Hans - now on a solo tour - sends letters encouraging her to keep composing, and she does so. However, as Katharina becomes friends with other young women in Salzburg, she wonders if she really wants the same things as they do: are marriage and children really for her?

Ladies Don't Write Music

a Violins and Violets novel by Hilary Hale

Sapphic Autistic protagonist with an Aro-Ace Autistic brother!

And now it has a cover!

[bylertruther]

hi! what are your sexuality headcanons? for byler and any other characters! :) feel free to go into depth if you'd like 💛

hello!

cracks my knuckles. i got u, brother 🫡

will: gay! he loves boys and wants to kiss them and marry them and make his own place in the world with one. he has always known this and has never had the privilege of not knowing this. he is Very Gay and the love he feels for one boy in particular makes him feel like he isn't a mistake at all.

mike: gay gay homosexual gay of the homotron 6000 variety. "whether you love what you love or live in divided ceaseless revolt against it, what you love is your fate" sums it up perfectly. he can't escape his heart and the truths it holds, no matter how hard he tries sometimes. following it is instinctive and the best thing he's ever done, yes, but it can also be very hard to adjust your eyes to the light after living in the dark for so long.

el: i don't think she's too keen on labels. she's sure of her attraction to women, feels safer with them and has always thought they were pretty, but she isn't totally sure of her attraction to men. sometimes she thinks she does like them, sometimes she thinks maybe she just expects herself to or wants them to like her (which isn't the same thing). it all just depends on the person. she doesn't want to rule anyone out. show her love and maybe she'll show you some in return, too. i also hc that max was her sapphic awakening hehe. she made her feel so loved, so seen and cherished, that she wondered for the first time if she could love a woman like that. her answer to that of course was, well... why not?

dustin: this post. overly enthusiastic straight ally friend that vows not to get married until everyone can get married. would 100% wingman for you unprompted. tries to set everyone around him up and talks about their love lives with the same ease that he talks about his own. love is love and all that shit, you know.

lucas: "straight" but with a hint of unearthed bisexuality in him. he assumes everyone thinks people of any gender can be handsome and pretty. he's a devoted, kind, and attentive person, so his platonic and romantic crushes aren't too distinct; and as such, he's just never caught on and no one's ever assumed anything either. mike gushes to him about will and lucas is just like "??? and this is a big deal, because...? 🤨 we all have eyes, mike." mike gets so caught up in lucas thinking will is attractive + his resulting slightly possessive outburst that he forgets to focus on the "lucas thinks men are attractive, too" part. i mean, he grew up around mike and will, fell for a tomboy, and erica jokingly calls jason his boyfriend. that boy has bi potential, but is living in blissful ignorance. (max sometimes wants to burst his bubble, but decides he'll get there on his own someday. ...eventually, maybe.)

max: bisexual! she doesn't mention it, but if you somehow assume she's straight then tbh that's on you at this point. (tomboy gnc max from s2 you will always be famous.)

jonathan: jonathan talks a lot about bowie, likes his music, is way too passionate about being a "freak", doesn't care to be normal and isn't, gets called queer, and has always encouraged will to be true to himself. he's either the best straight guy on planet earth + best honorary member of the lgbt community + the best straight gay icon or he's pansexual but quiet about it because it's not exactly like he's a hot commodity so he mostly just doesn't really focus on it. he has bigger fish to fry anyway.

argyle: mr "try before you deny" with his rainbow socks that humbled mike immediately after he broke will's heart is undoubtedly pansexual, too. why do you think him and jonathan bonded so fast? birds of a feather flock together, man.

nancy: sorry, but she's straight.

steve: also straight. i have eyes, okay? joe is not leaning in to the fruitiness of his male scene partners lol.

robin: lesbian dyke lesbian lesbian lesbian dyke lesbian lesbo lord 9000. she loves women, she wants to kiss women, she wants to date women, and she also likes boobies. a lesbianic lesbian of the lesbo variety of lesbians.

vickie: bisexual!

murray: i feel like he's Above it all. you have to be THAT bitch for him to even think about thinking about you like that. you have to be on his Level. you have to be Built Different. you gotta have real eyes that realize real lies. he's a malewife girlboss self-sustaining icon. he doesn't Need u. he has to Want u. you have to bring something to the table that he hasn't already set out. so, like... already, his options are very limited, because he's operating on an entirely different level, playing a whole other game. so, like, technically... bisexual, i guess. but he just hasn't found anyone that does something for him that he can't do himself. so, like. .. no-sexual... ? bye-sexual...? he doesn't care—about your gender, you, or playing games. bring the heat or stay out of the kitchen tbh.

[bengiyo]

My School President Ep 7 Stray Thoughts

It's finally Frigay and we're back to my favorite boys. We are at an incredible time in BL.

Last week, the music club needed to create a new arrangement of a song to show off their talents for the competition, and so decided to cover Just Being Friendly by Tilly Birds (much to the chagrin of everyone except Por). After a rough start, Tiwson stepped in to direct the music video and launch three ships. Tinn and Gun got closer over the course of the episode and finally openly admitted their feelings for each other. We also all melted in a fever over the homages to Bad Buddy in this show. Finally, I actually liked the music video so much I barely noticed Tinn and Gun flirting over chicken.

I'm with Win. I hated morning assemblies when it was especially sunny on the Gulf Coast.

Sound feels like a full member of this band now. That's been done really smoothly.

I am 100% here for flirty Tinn.

New intro! We've now reached the back half of the show.

Happy for Chinzilla, but curious who their juniors are who will succeed them.

Oh, now I need to know who Yo is seeing.

This feels like early Thai BL again with the school radio being a plot device.

Flustered Gun is fun to watch almost as much as unleashed Tinn.

I'm so glad Mark keeps getting the 4th wall-breaking lines. "I play a friend, a brother, a father, and a priest. I play every role for you guys. If you want me as the male lead too, that'd be too much spotlight."

Yes, there are five tickets. Two secret couples and a witness. Let chaos reign.

Oh, Gun. There's no need to be jealous.

I do love student plays. It's just so silly sometimes. Also, Mark is demolishing this role as Tiwson.

Noooo... Yo used Tinn's likeness on Tinder. This is so embarrassing.

Good framing on that voting scene.

This season of simps have been fantastic. Tinn, Vincent Liang, and Kim Jong Chan are giving me everything I want.

That's right, boys. Get dressed up for your not-date.

Oh my goodness are they actually sending Tinn on the date with this poor girl first?

Win and Sound are so ridiculous. I love them.

Sapphics? On Frigay? It's more likely than you think.

Win is so petty.

Pinky touches for the gays at the aquarium? We stay winning.

We had nipple twisting yesterday in Dirty Laundry, and we're getting it here today.

At least Pain doesn't seem super nervous about being at the aquarium that she can nap.

Three fingers, Tinn?? I see you, baby boy! These two are adorable when they're enamored.

Yeah, I think Yo deserved that slap, but I get that he was searching for validation at the time.

I hope we get to see the student plays before this is over.

Oh no they're going to dance.

Of course Tiwson taught them to dance.

No, Tinn, don't be that person who tacks on to someone else's moment.

It's Yak with a steel chair!! What a great twist.

I hope we keep coming back to pools whenever these two get closer.

We're past pinky touches and now holding hands.

Oh ho! Things are coming to a head next week. Wonder what that means for the final act of this show.

[leftoverenvy]

Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 20)

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades.  Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune.  The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend.  As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur.  But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: smut; bratting; bdsm; bondage; punishment; praise kink (18+)

Word Count: 4.4k

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Chapter 20 - Taunt

For the next few weeks, Emily and I explored this new side of me.  I never knew how satisfying a little pain could be.  Each time Emily introduced me to something new, I couldn't believe how much pleasure it brought.  I had never been attracted to anyone like I was to Emily.  And now that I'd had a taste of her, it awoke something inside of me.  Emily and I were unstoppable.  I'd never been overly focused on sex, but maybe Hunter had just sucked in bed.  Emily definitely did not.

I enjoyed most of what Emily had exposed me to.  I had only safe-worded at degradation.  There was just something about Emily calling me a stupid whore that made me uncomfortable.  But she respected my boundaries immediately, and she hadn't done it since.  But whether it had been an unfortunate byproduct of her being called on so many cases, or me calling "yellow" on degradation, I felt as if Emily hadn't been as rough with me as she had previously been.  I hadn't said anything because I didn't know if she was just tired from work, or if I had made her nervous.   I didn't know how I could figure it out for myself, and I really did not want to ask outright.  Mainly, it was incredibly embarrassing, but there was also a part of me that didn't want to make Emily feel bad for having to work so much recently.  No matter the reason, I missed her terribly.

I wandered around the cavernous, empty house one Saturday afternoon.  Emily, as always, was circling my mind incessantly.  I wondered how I could get her to manhandle me like she had a few weeks ago.  I thought back to that night, goosebumps raising on my skin at the memory.  Yes, I definitely needed to figure out how to get her to choke me and spank me like that again.  She had left bruises on my hips and hickeys so dark my makeup couldn't cover them.

I sat down on the couch with my laptop and googled, "How to get your partner to be rough with you."  I scrolled through several entries before going back and clicking on the first one.  It wasn't super helpful.  It discussed things Emily and I had tried and long surpassed.  It was obviously geared towards m/f relationships anyway.  I backed out and found a more official-looking BDSM site.  I learned a new concept: brat.

I scoured all sources about what it meant to be a brat and possible punishments I would receive for breaking the rules.  It had never occurred to me that I could tell Emily no.  I wondered what she would do if I told her no and stared her in the eye unwaveringly.  My stomach clenched at the thought.  Unbelievably aching and feeling bold, I texted Emily.

Indi🥰: When will you be home, ma'am? I need you... Em💘💗: Hmm do you now? Indi🥰: Please... Em💘💗: As luck would have it, we are currently boarding the jet.

My heart started racing.  Emily would be home soon.  Just a few hours.  My mind started racing on how I could signal to her that I wanted to play.  I thought of the lacy lingerie I had tucked away upstairs.  I had to, once again, mentally thank Penelope for making me buy it.  She was always right when it came to stuff like this.

I raced upstairs and pulled on the emerald-colored set, pulling my boobs up to sit high in the cups.  I really hoped this wasn't a mistake.  I walked into Emily's room.  Kneeling in front of Emily's full-length mirror, I cast my eyes down in submission and snapped the picture.  Before I could overthink what I was doing, I clicked send.

Indi🥰: Photo Attachment Indi🥰: Can't wait for you to come home, ma'am

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Emily's POV:

My eyes bugged out of my head.  When I opened my message from India before takeoff, I didn't expect to see her in lingerie.  I cleared my throat to cover the moan that nearly escaped my mouth.  I quickly scrambled to lock my phone screen.  Morgan, seated next to me, did not need to see India like that.  She was mine.  I stood up to "grab a coffee" so I could look at that photo in a more secluded area of the jet. 

"Hey, Prentiss!" Derek called.  "I thought you were trying to limit your caffeine intake!"  I flipped him off over my shoulder without breaking stride.  I needed to see this picture immediately, and nothing would stop me.  "Bring me one back, please!"  His request only registered halfway; my mind solely focused on devouring India.

When in the kitchen area, I pulled my phone out and opened her picture.  I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.  Though it had only been about a week since we had sex, it felt like forever.  After our first time, sex had been a consistent, amazing activity.  India constantly wanted more from me.  I had never been with someone so insatiable.  Not that I was complaining; sex with India was unlike anything else.  And we were going to rectify our little dry spell as soon as I got home.  I didn't care that I hadn't slept more than three hours every night this week.  I needed her.  To see her like this made my clit throb between my legs.  Suddenly, I knew this jet ride home was going to be unbearably long.

Em💘💗: Fuck India. Do you know how fucking hot you are? Be dressed like that when I get home, kneeling for me by my bed.

Before I could completely work myself up, I saved her photo, and turned my phone off.  I returned to my seat, and just as I had expected, the flight back to Quantico was the longest two hours of my life.  The entire flight I imagined how India would look kneeling like she had been in the photo.  It hadn't escaped my notice that she was kneeling in front of the mirror in my bedroom.  To know she was dressed like that, teasing me like that, from my own bedroom was driving me mad.

I shifted in my seat back and forth the entire flight.  I was antsy, anxious to get home to my Indi.  I was silently losing my mind the whole flight home.  Derek eyed me from across the aisle, but he kept his headphones on and his mouth shut.  I crossed my legs and squeezed them together in an attempt to still the growing ache between my legs.  I cursed India for getting me worked up like this.

When we blessedly touched down on the tarmac, I immediately started packing up my stuff so I could be ready to run to my car as soon as the pilot opened the door for us.  I threw a hasty "Bye guys!" over my shoulder as I speed-walked to the Jag.  I couldn't bring myself to care about being polite and giving the team a proper goodbye.

"Ayo Prentiss!" Derek called.  I groaned internally.  "Where you off to so fast?"

I turned around but kept my legs moving away from the jet.  "Gotta go see my girl!" I shouted back.  I turned back around and briskly walked towards the car.  When I finally arrived, I threw my bag in the backseat and sped home.  I knew India would be waiting for me to start play as soon as I made it upstairs.  Her little teasing photo was evidence she was aching just as badly as I was.  And I knew my good girl would follow the order I gave her.

I burst through the back door, my bag immediately falling out of my hand while I simultaneously flung my keys on the kitchen island.  My feet didn't stop moving.  In a few seconds, I was halfway up the stairs.  My boots thumped up the stairs, unintentionally signaling my approach to India.  When I crossed the threshold, my breath hitched in my throat; my jaw clenched.  India was completely naked and sprawled across my bed.  Even worse, she was already touching herself with her favorite vibrator.

My thoughts stopped in shock at seeing her so brazenly ignoring the rule I laid out for her.  Maybe she hadn't understood I was commanding her to do something.  Perhaps something had gotten lost over text message.  Regardless, I would be rectifying this situation immediately.

I marched to the bed and wrenched the vibrator out of Indi's hands.  "What the hell are you doing, India?" I hissed, barely keeping my anger in check.  She had never indicated she wanted me to be harsh or firm with her.  I still wasn't so sure she even wanted me to be rough with her.  Fuck we really should have talked about this more, but I never in my wildest dreams imagined she would behave like this.

"EM!" she protested, raising up on her elbows to look at me more directly.  "I was using that!" she scoffed with a roll of her eyes.  My own eyes bulged in disbelief.  Where the fuck had this attitude come from?

I clicked the vibrator off and moved in closer, my free hand wrapping around her neck, pushing her flat against the bed again.  "Was my text message unclear?" I asked darkly.

Without blinking, with a defiant gleam in her eye, she responded, "No."

"'NO?'" I asked in disbelief.  I tried to calm myself down.  I wanted to be extremely careful with her so I didn't freak her out again, but I did not have patience for bratting.  There was no way she could know that, but the thought did little to alleviate my growing irritation.

"Sorry," she apologized.  My grip loosened.  "No, ma'am," she amended sarcastically.  "It was clear enough."

My jaw clenched tighter.  "Then what the fuck are you doing naked touching yourself on my bed?"

She shrugged her shoulders.  Through my tight grip around her throat, I felt her swallow thickly.  "You took too long, ma'am," she sneered again.  Something in me snapped.  Her attitude made me absolutely feral.  I flipped her over and slapped her ass as hard as I could.  The loud smack echoed around my room, her slight hiss following soon after.

I leaned down and ground out through my teeth, "When I give you a rule, I expect it to be followed.  Is that clear?"  She didn't respond, so I wrapped my hand around her hair and tugged her neck back.  Directly in her ear, I asked again, "Is that clear?"

She moaned loudly, "Yes, ma'am."  Her ass lifted into the air slightly, bucking into nothing. Interesting, I mused.  I grabbed at her cheeks and kneaded slightly.  She whimpered at my touch, her noises increasing in volume once I took my hands away.  I slapped her ass again, eliciting another loud groan.

My hands trailed down her legs to her ankles.  I abruptly flipped her back over and smoothed my hands up her body.  I circled her wrists and pushed them above her head.  "Don't move these," I commanded harshly.  India stared up at me through dark, lustful eyes.

"I need to touch you, Em."

I grabbed her jaw roughly between my thumb and pointer finger.  "I don't want to hear it.  Keep your hands there or I'll flog you ten times."  Her hips bucked into mine, her legs lifting to wrap around my waist.  "What in the world makes you think you can touch me with your legs after I just said you can't touch me with your hands?"

"Ma'am, please," she whimpered, her hands lowering to wrap around my shoulders.  I felt her legs squeeze me tighter; I was certain my gun dug into her thigh, but she didn't seem to mind.  I grabbed her wrists again and slammed them above her head.

"Don't. Move." I warned.  I unwrapped her legs from around me and moved away from the bed.  She stayed still for a few seconds, so I figured it was safe to put my gun in the safe.  I crouched down and quickly locked up my gun.  When I stood back up, her hands had slipped down her body, her fingers buried inside of herself.

I rolled my own eyes and scoffed.  I rushed over to the chest in the corner of my room and snatched some rope out from the bottom.  I also snagged my gentlest flogger.  India was definitely going to learn a lesson tonight.  I had no idea where she got it in her head that she could brat like this.  I, once again, grabbed her hands and looped the rope around them.  I secured them snugly to the corner bedpost.  She wasn't going anywhere.

Her hands pulled at the restraints as they always did when I first tied her up.  It's like she hadn't quite yet learned that I wanted her to stay in one place.  I rolled my eyes again.  "Didn't I tell you not to move?" I questioned.

"Emily," she moaned, "Please."  She tugged again on the rope.  "Emily, please," she repeated.  "I'll be good; I promise."

"It's too late for that, brat."  My tone was sharp.  I knew it was, but I couldn't help it.  "Your attitude leaves a lot to be desired, India Mae.  Besides" - I took a step back to admire her all spread out before me - "You look so pretty all tied up for me like this.  Completely at my whim.  You've never looked so beautiful, angel."

"Em!  Please!" she practically shouted.  I brought the flogger down on her thighs immediately, the slap of the leather against her skin sharp.  "Ah!" she cried out even louder. 

"That's one," I counted.  "Now you do the rest."

"The rest?" she asked.

"I told you if you didn't keep your hands to yourself, I'd flog you.  I flipped her over so her ass was facing up.  "Now count," I commanded. 

I flogged her again, this time on the back of her thighs.  "Twoooo," she moaned.

"Good girl, angel.  You're being so good for me now," I praised.  Even harder than the first two times, I flogged her ass cheeks.

"Three!" she shouted, her hips pushing down into the mattress involuntarily.  I flogged her again twice more in rapid succession.  She grunted out a soft, "Four."

"What happened to five?"

"Four and five, ma'am," she whimpered.  I flipped her over again and immediately flogged her over her full breasts.  She hissed at the leather on her nipples.  "Six!"  I dropped my hand holding the flogger.  With the other, I softly swiped a finger between her legs, delighting in how wet her dripping cunt was.  Her hips bucked up again, desperate for stimulation.  I quickly lifted my hand and snapped my wrist down to flog her over her torso.  "God!  Emily!" she shouted. 

"I didn't hear a number."

"Seven," she whined.  "Ma'am please!  I'm sorry!  I'll be good, I swear." 

I chuckled darkly. "You'll be good?" I taunted.  "You'll be good now that you're all tied up and can't do anything about it?"  I flogged her torso again, and her back arched up into it.

"Eight," she hissed.  I plunged my fingers inside her.  "OH GOD!"  Her hips immediately started rocking in time with my thrusts.  "Ma'am, Jesus."  I pulled my fingers out and took a step away from her.  Her wrists pulled at the rope once again in an attempt to pull me back.  She whimpered in protest.

"Stay still!" I barked, flogging her again.

"Ma'am, please!"

"I will not remind you again to count, brat.  Forget again and you get another added on."

"Eight," she groaned. 

I smirked at her slip-up.  "Try again," I teased.

"Nine?" she asked. 

I dragged the leather up her torso, letting it barely touch her.  It drew goosebumps all over her skin.  "Good girl," I cooed.  I paused, and then demanded, "Look at me."  Her eyes immediately opened, though only half-way; they were heavy with desire.  I draped the flogger over her torso and started unbuttoning my shirt.  I slowly, meticulously undid every button, causing her to squirm as my hands descended my own chest.  I let my shirt fall to the floor and quickly unhooked my bra.

"Emily," Indi sighed.  Her wrists slammed against the rope in frustration.  "Let me go.  I need to touch you."

"Sorry, angel.  A little patience earlier would have served you well, wouldn't it have?" I taunted.  "Instead, all you can do now is watch me touch myself."  I slid my hands up my torso and cupped my own tits.  I sighed, throwing my head back for dramatic effect.  Of course it didn't feel that good, but I wanted her to long to replace my hands with her own.

She whined again.  "That's not fair!"

"These are the consequences of you breaking the rules.  I think it's plenty fair, India."  I kicked out of my boots, slid my pants and underwear down my legs, and stepped out of them.  I moved to hover over her slightly, getting face to face with her.  "Don't like the consequences?  Don't break the rules next time, brat."  Tears welled in her huge, dark eyes.  Though I considered this to be a pretty soft scene, we hadn't experimented with her bratting.  Her tears gave me pause.  "What color are you?"

"Green," she whispered.  "But please," she begged.  I smirked at her again and then captured her lips in a searing kiss.  She whined into my mouth and bucked her hips again.  I pulled back and picked up the flogger again. 

"Just one more, baby," I reminded.  I dragged the flogger over her skin again, tickling her.  "You're doing so well, princess."  Her back arched into my light touch.  I leaned down and licked up her neck.  I nibbled lightly on her ear lobe, and then whispered, "Close your eyes."  My breath washed over her skin, drawing more goosebumps.

Her eyes immediately fell closed.  I picked up her vibrator, now forgotten on the bed next to her, and put the tip of it in my mouth to get it wet.  So as not to alert her of what I was doing, I waited until it was nearly touching her clit before turning it on.  She whined loud, high-pitched, and long as soon as the vibrations touched her clit.  "Emmma'am," she corrected herself mid-moan.

I chuckled softly.  My heart swelled at her remembering her rules and trying to be good for me.  "Does that feel good, angel?  Is this what you wanted?"

"Yesssss," she moaned.  Her hips circled against the vibrator.  "Fuck," she panted, "That feels so good."

"It better.  You were so desperate to get started, you couldn't even wait for me.  So go ahead, angel.  Get yourself off." Her eyes flashed open and then narrowed at me.  She was absolutely right to be suspicious.  She wasn't cumming until she reached her tenth swat, and I had no intention to reach ten any time soon.  Slowly, I slipped two fingers inside her, sighing at how wet she was for me.  She was so wet I couldn't keep the vibrator still in one place for her.

"Ma'am," she gasped, "Please!  I'm so close."

"Yeah?" I confirmed, pressing my fingers into her deeper.  Her wrists tugged against the rope tightly, her back lifting off the bed.  I pulled all stimulation away from her.

She slumped against the bed.  "What the fuck?!"  Oh, that dirty mouth would be the death of me.

"Is that any way to talk to me?"

"No ma'am.  Sorry," she whispered.

"You can cum when you've finished your flogging."

"Flog me!" she begged.  "Please ma'am.  Flog me!"  She pulled against the rope again.

"No," I said simply, smiling.  I pushed the vibrator against her clit again.  "You were so desperate to touch yourself earlier.  So go ahead, baby.  I'm just giving you what you wanted," I sneered. 

"Ung," she grunted when my fingers slid back inside her.  "Ma'-" she gasped when I curled my fingers.  "OH!"  Her fists clenched tightly, her nails likely digging harshly into the palms of her hands.  "Oh god," she moaned.  "I'm-" and I pulled the vibrator away again.  I didn't pull my fingers out.  I wanted to feel her clench around me.  She did not disappoint.  Her pussy spasmed around my fingers as she chased an orgasm I was not yet ready to allow her.

I edged her twice more in the same manner.  The length of time between each edge growing shorter and shorter.  After the fourth, she shouted, "PLEASE!  I'M SORRY!"

"What are you sorry for?" I questioned.

"I'm sorry I didn't listen!  I won't do it again.  I swear I won't."  In the blink of an eye, I grabbed the flogger, her wetness smearing onto the handle, and I flogged her chest for the final time. 

She only whimpered.  I gave her a few seconds to say her last number, but it never came.  Only her heavy pants filled the room.  I clicked my tongue in disappointment at her.  "Oh, Indi," I chided.  "You said you wouldn't forget to-"

"TEN!" she interrupted.

"There's my good girl," I praised.  I'd let the delay in her counting pass this time.  "Do you want to cum?"  I trailed the vibrator up her thigh and then teased her all around where she needed it most.  She bucked her hips, but she didn't respond.  "Indi."

"What?"

"Do you want to cum?"

She whined, "Please!"

I switched the vibrator to my non-dominant hand and then slammed my fingers into her.  Her resulting moan was the loudest yet, but somehow grew even louder as soon as I touched the vibrator back to her clit.  She bucked her hips in the air and shouted for me.  "Does that feel good?" I teased her.

She ignored me, instead begging,  "Can I cum, please, ma'am?"

"Go ahead, angel.  You've been such a good girl for me these past few minutes."  Her body tensed and pulled taut.  Her abdominal muscles contracted deliciously, as did her internal muscles around my fingers.  I let her come down slowly, placing soft kisses against her hips and thighs while she did.  When she finally slumped back against the bed, I slid my fingers out of her and clicked the vibrator off.

"Thank you, ma'am," she sighed.  "That was just what I needed."

"To be punished for being a brat?" I asked skeptically, my brow lifting in disbelief.

She had the decency to try to hide her face in her own shoulder.  The ropes made it difficult, and I made it impossible by pulling on her chin to force her to look at me directly.  "Sorry," she mumbled quietly.

"Sorry," I said harshly, "I didn't catch that."

"I'm sorry, ma'am," she responded more loudly.  "I just needed your hands on me."

"Oh princess," I cooed, "You only have to ask if you need something."  I reached up to untie her hands to massage her sore shoulders.  She had pulled so roughly against her restraints tonight.  Once I loosened the rope, I hissed at seeing the angry red lines circling her wrists.  "I marred your precious skin!" I lamented.

She pulled her wrists down to examine them herself.  I longed to smooth my fingers over the worsening rope burn, but I didn't dare irritate her skin further.  "I liked it, Em.  Relax, please.  It's not a big deal," she dismissed me casually.

"Does it hurt?" I asked stupidly.  Of course it did.

"It's fine," she dismissed once again.

"Does it hurt?" I pressed more insistently.

"I mean," she shrugged, "It stings a little."  At seeing the sour expression on my face, she quickly amended, "But really, Em.  It was worth it."  She bit her lip, her eyes looking far away as she replayed the memories of the last hour in her mind's eye.

I smirked at her.  "I'm turning you into a rope bunny."  She said nothing.  "I've created a monster," I teased.

"Yes," she agreed quickly.  "And you should feed it more."

"Is that so?" I asked with mock outrage.  I captured her in my arms and tickled her sides while I attacked the side of her neck with my tongue.  A cross between a giggle and a moan escaped her throat, as did a half-serious protest.  I pulled away and said, "Let me get you some lotion, Indi."

"No!" she protested fully now at my pulling away.

"I'll be right back.  I need to do this, baby.  We won't use rope again.  You pull too much for this to be safe.  I can't have your skin rubbed raw every time."

"Emilyyyyy," she complained.  I reached for some soothing aloe to put on her wrists.  She hissed at the sting from me touching her wrists.

"I'm sorry, angel.  I know it hurts."  I kissed the tops of her hands.  "Let me get your chest too," I demanded, eying thin lines from the flogger.  I gently massaged the aloe into her skin, smiling at her while I did.  "Turn over, angel," I said softly.

"I can't with you on top of me, Em," she responded cheekily.

I sighed at her precocious tone but lifted myself off of her so she could roll over.  I sighed again, this time at seeing her delicious ass.  Again, I rubbed aloe into her soft skin.  I kneaded gently; I couldn't help myself.  She moaned lightly.  "Em please," she whined, bucking her hips up into my hands.

I leaned down and pressed my lips to her ass.  "Don't get too worked up, angel.  It's time for dinner."

"No..." she whined.  I flipped her over gently.  She beamed at me, something shining brightly in her eyes.  I couldn't let myself hope it was love; it was too soon for that.  "Besides," she smirked, "I only came once."  The defiant gleam in her eye showed me that she was teasing.  I knew she was, but I couldn't help but rise to her bait.

"Is that right, angel?" I asked, slightly put out.  "Guess we'll have to fix that then, won't we?"  If she was going to complain about only cumming once, I would make sure she came as much as she could the rest of the night.

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