#south of nowhere stills

[kimberlyshaws]

[alexandriaellisart]

Our power is back on!!!!!😭💖💖🌟🌟

[hussyknee]

The worst fear of oppressors is experiencing their own inhumanity at the hands of the people they oppress.

[soldierandawar]

I’ve been on my bi!buck high but a reminder to all that there are so many wlw stories out there that are also breaking barriers. Hen and Karen for one. A black lesbian couple that is so often overlooked.

But also wlw media has been in critical condition for years. If it’s got wlw characters in it, odds are one of them will die or the show will get canceled. But they do exist! While I love the story that’s being told with Buck, two white men kissing each other is not that groundbreaking. (Sorry not sorry.)

Anyway, here are some of my favorites that aren’t The L Word.

1. South of Nowhere. This is a deep cut. And also my first rodeo with wlw stories. Teenage angst, coming out, bisexuality! There are also webisodes and the two actresses made a movie, Girltrash. It’s a musical.

2. Also a bit of a deep cut. And it was canceled 😡. Dare Me. I can’t say too much or I’ll give it away.

3. Alex from Supergirl. The show has ended but this was a really good coming out storyline.

4. Go back and watch Glee! Santana was where my awakening started to fully form. And a happy ending for Brittana.

5. First Kill was cancelled 😡. But it featured a black vampire hunter and her vampire gf.

6. Wynona Earp was on for 4 seasons and it’s sci-fi. Worth the watch. Also canceled 😡.

7. Dickinson! A modern take on Emily Dickinson and her writing. Ayo Edibri also makes an appearance. It had a natural ending.

8. If you can stomach the heavy themes in the show, Euphoria. There’s nothing healthy about it but the love story does feature a transperson. The solo Jules episode written by Hunter Schafer is a must see.

9. A League of Their Own. Canceled 😡.

10. The Wilds. Canceled 😡.

Shoutout to Sense8, a show I have yet to finish because of its cancellation 😡. It has queer representation all over it and deserves everything.

[jumpingabout]

starting to think y'all's doctors don't like you. why are they starting you, a grown man, on a pubescent boy's testosterone dose.

[3am-cheerios]

the good: i found 2 really good internship opportunities for the summer

the bad: application deadlines for both are friday

[marklikely]

cishet men have convinced me that im wrong about movies but like do they understand that the reservoir dogs are. big idiot losers

[oflgtfol]

did you know long island is shaped like a fish. now you do :)

[master-missysversion]

Fun fact I will be visiting Yorkshire for the first time ever this year (aside from going through York on the train) and yes I will be thinking about doctor who the whole time

[deadliestgalaxy]

I honestly don't believe I'll ever recover from Gamora’s story in Infinity War. Anything I see or read concerning it fucking hurts my soul till today.

[uraniumglassgirl]

to do list rn is like

1. try to get prescribed adderall

2. try and get a job that doesnt make me feel suicidal (cannot be usps there are never any openings here bc its super rural)

3. work that job for like 3 months so i can use it as reference to apply for an apartment

3.5 apply for a credit card….

4. move and get a job at usps because theres always openings in lexington

5. that one bit in that one south park episode where theyre like “what do we do now?” “what do you mean? now we can finally play the game.”

and its like. this is all so hard man. why is it so difficult

[flashlight-smallknife]

Foxing - 2.7.19 // Lynchburg, VA

[witchblade]

it’s such shitty like made for tv movie credits type song but good

[cringelordofchaos]

Do I "not know who I am" or am I just really insecure and am trying to find a mask to put over myself because despite my best efforts to avoid it, my human nature drives me to put an active effort into having a superficial reputation, rather than letting myself just be natural, and be content with myself without feeling the need to let strangers know who or what I could possibly be?

[shake666pro]

Sorry op but I’ve been watching the show since I was 12 (I’m 24 now) and I am none of what you listed. 

Been watching every new episode when they come out, and still a left-leaning sapphic autistic jewish woman that blocks freaks on sight and calls my parents out on their conservative bs.

It’s almost as if people can be entertained by entertainment and not actually revolve their entire lives around it

idk what teenager needs to hear this but please stop watching south park

[youryanderedaddy]

Summary: You run into your snobby ex boyfriend after a drunken party. Things go south from there. tw: female reader, hinted murder, possessive behavior, condescension, financial(?) abuse, classism

You know this is a stupid, stupid idea. Going home at God knows what time in the pitch black is never a good idea, you think drowsily, head still spinning from the last beer, but even more so when you're tired, pissed off and tipsy. You're freezing, naked shoulders wet from the chilly midnight rain - but instead of soft damp linden, you smell molden concrete and metal. You fucking hate this city. You hate the stupid, flashy, obnoxious parties for rich people, and this shitty university in the middle of nowhere, and even the scholarship that forced you into close proximity with the freakish upper class of east New Hemptison.

"Baby!" A familiar voice sinks into the muddy darkness and you have to physically restrain yourself from emptying your stomach right there on the street - and knowing your neighbours, you'd have to clean it after too. His steps fasten and soon you feel his hand gripping your shoulder to turn you around. Standing before you, glistening just like some prince from a fairy tale, is everything you despise about this town. The fact that he's perfectly prim and proper despite the pounding rain, that his teeth seem almost pearly white in the dark, that his hair is crisp and slicked away tastefully, that even now he's wearing a fucking Armani shirt with the cheesiest pair of jeans (ones you could never afford) - it makes you want to crawl back to the cave you came from, two continents away, and never look back.

"Baby, where have you been?" He sounds terribly concerned as he pulls your shivering body in for a tight bear hug, running his hands through your absolutely soaked hair - murmuring something incomprehensible to your drunken mind. "I was worried sick, missy." His voice drops slightly, but it's all for show. He's playing the part of the good boyfriend, like always - and you fell for it once, you did, but you know better now. "I called you, like, sixty eight times. And nothing." He swallows, big hands trembling around you. "Just radio silence. I thought something bad happened to y-"

"Oh, f-uucking beat it." Your patience finally snaps and you push him off swiftly, barely contained anger starting to resurface again. Today was supposed to be about you, about healing, about feeling better, but just your luck - the very problem had found you, just like always. No matter where you go, your troubles follow. "You know what you did, asshole. Don't you d-aare play innocent with m-me." You hiss drunkenly, stumbling all over your words before hitting the wall all on your own. Mathew, of course, doesn't waste the oppurtunity to get closer to you - just so he can help you regain your balance, of course. The golden boy of Saint Hemptison would never take advantage of an intoxicated girl - much less his ex girlfriend who he's still hopelessly in love with, supposedly. Right.

"Baby, please, you're drunk - you're not making any sense." The man whispers softly, placing his hand at your hip. "Let's go to the penthouse. We can talk about this in the morning when you are more aware of your thoughts."

When you're more aware of your thoughts? You almost laugh. It's quite bittersweet when it hits you that he doesn't respect you even now - maybe he never has in the duration of your miserable relationshop, that in his eyes you'll always be the poor girl in need of a white knight. Just a little trophy to show off, if a bit broken in certain spots.

"I am not going anywhere with you." You mumble, trying to calm down - to appear cold and collected, the complete opposite of what he wants you to be. "Look, I know that you're mad at me, babygirl, but I'm sure your little temper tantrum can wait until tomorrow. You know I don't like this neighbourhood. Let me take you to a safe place for the night, okay?" He reaches for your hand again, but this time you swat it away in fury.

"Who are you to act so worried about me, huh?" You can hear your voice breaking as the tears prick at your eyes - hot and shameful. Crying in front of him is the last thing you want to do, but god, it's so hard not to when this whole night has been a disaster after a disaster. You're truly at your wits' end. "After what you did? You are truly shameless." You squeal, and admittedly, it feels fucking great to finally say it.

Your former lover's face twists into an unrecognizable grimace as he watches you tear into his heart with ease - and as you turn to leave, he grabs your wrist painfully. This time something is different about his eyes - they're not longer smiling. Now they're two bottomless gray pits devoid of kindness, the same eyes you saw the night of the accident as he caressed your cold cheek with bloody knuckles.

"And what did I do, love? Hm?" He tilts your chin up by squeezing your throat, forcing you to meet his eerie gaze. Suddenly all your tipsy bravado evaporates into thin air. "Please, refresh my memory. I really can't recall the events of the past two weeks - since you've been avoiding me and all..." His fingers dig into your skin and you wince just like a kicked puppy - but he doesn't bulge an inch. Suddenly everything comes flooding back - the touches you convinced yourself were sensual, not possesive, the glances you once thought of as romantic, the constant interrogations, the strange emails, the cryptic calls, the dead roses at your door. "I couldn't sleep - or eat for that matter. I am half a man without you. I lose myself completely."

It all makes sense now. You feel like crying, because it's so crystal clear... and you've been a willing fool. You had closed your eyes, because it was easier to lie than to accept the truth bubbling just under his surface - under the dimples and the smiles, and the hundred jewelry boxes still lying unopened under your bed.

"You - you killed him! You monster!" You gasp, unable to stop your lips from uttering the lethal. You thrash around to no avail, you're stuck. "How could you? Jack was your friend!" You hide your face in the crook of his neck to stop the sobs, too scared to look at the crazed man holding you. He simply rolls his eyes, letting you soak his shirt with your pretty tears. "Don't be so dramatic - it's just some broken bones. He'll be fine... as long as he stays away from my things."

You raise your head shakily - you're drowning between hatred, fear and misery. The adrenaline is making you even more disoriented than the liquor percentage in your bloodstream.

"I am not a fucking thing for you to-" You hiccup, growing woozy as you hit weakly against his chest. The corners of his lips curl up slightly as he chuckles at the pitiful display. "For you to just own!" You keep going, cheeks purple from pent up fury - there's something tearing at your insides like you want to scream, you need it to come out, but you find yourself unable to push it off your flesh like it's been ingrained with glue and a shovel.

"You're wrong, baby. I do own you." Mathew says with the sweetest, softest voice you've heard in your life, sugary and bitter like poisonous honey. "Let's say you want to break up-"

"We already broke u-"

His eyes pierce you mid-sentence. You quickly close your mouth.

"Let's say," He repeats through gritted teeth, holding you so tightly you might just merge into one being. "That you want to break up with me." He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring. "Hypothetically. Then what? You have no place to live. I know you're staying at that shithole of a hotel down the street right now - it's filthier than a brothel, no?"

You want to say something - to argue, to scream. To tell him that he's being a rich, condescending asshole again, that you like the hotel - despite the mold and the cockroaches and the way there never seems to be hot water. Despite having to lock your door four times so you don't get assaulted in your sleep.

You say nothing.

"You don't have to confirm it. My agent tracked you down a week ago. Whatever - you'll run out of money in, approximately, 9 days." He smirks maliciously, with unhidden spite - just like a little devil. "Then what? You don't even have an address. And you know the city hall will take their sweet fucking time to help you register - if they don't make you pay a fine first." He strokes your chin cruelly. "We both know just how much they care about clueless little foreigners with less than a penny to their name." He whispers, twisting the dagger in. "Hell, they may even cut your scholarship. And. then. what." Your ex pronounces each word slowly - making sure you can understand it, feel it - fear it.

You imagine your family back at home. You can hear their voices over the phone, your mom smiling as you tell her about your day, your father asking you what you plan to do after college - whether you will still remember them, whether you'd take care of them once they have nothing left, since you took everything with you. The money, the hopes, the happiness...

"F-fuck you..." You whimper faintly, falling against him. You feel defeated, and the sharp words are all you have left. "Why are you doing this to me?" You mumble to yourself, suddenly feeling drained to the very bone. The man begins stroking your hair as he rocks you gently to the side. "Because I love you." He slowly kisses down your neck. "Because I'm the only one in this city who gives a fuck about you, and-" You can feel his smile against your burning cheek. "Because you're mine."