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[queerliblib]

Pulp Fiction anyone??!

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[stgivesmedepression]

so for valentines my English teacher is assigning us to write some love story type stuff. And she was describing different tropes and when she was talking ab “friends to lovers” just like perfectly described byler like PERFECTLY

[legendarydragonperson]

So I smelled the eddie munson jacket candle at bath and body works today and i went back for seconds before leaving... someone should smack me in the head cause it actually smelled really good

[prettyygrrl]

haii sorry guys i been ia cus i got a bf

[songofapollon]

Homeric Hymn III. TO APOLLO

Translated by H. G. Evelyn-White

TO DELIAN APOLLO

[1] I will remember and not be unmindful of Apollo who shoots afar. As he goes through the house of Zeus, the gods tremble before him and all spring up from their seats when he draws near, as he bends his bright bow. But Leto alone stays by the side of Zeus who delights in thunder; and then she unstrings his bow, and closes his quiver, and takes his archery from his strong shoulders in her hands and hangs them on a golden peg against a pillar of his father's house. Then she leads him to a seat and makes him sit: and the Father gives him nectar in a golden cup welcoming his dear son, while the other gods make him sit down there, and queenly Leto rejoices because she bare a mighty son and an archer. Rejoice, blessed Leto, for you bare glorious children, the lord Apollo and Artemis who delights in arrows; her in Ortygia, and him in rocky Delos, as you rested against the great mass of the Cynthian hill hard by a palm-tree by the streams of Inopus.

[19] How, then, shall I sing of you who in all ways are a worthy theme of song? For everywhere, O Phoebus, the whole range of song is fallen to you, both over the mainland that rears heifers and over the isles. All mountain-peaks and high headlands of lofty hills and rivers flowing out to the deep and beaches sloping seawards and havens of the sea are your delight. Shall I sing how at the first Leto bare you to be the joy of men, as she rested against Mount Cynthus in that rocky isle, in sea-girt Delos -- while on either hand a dark wave rolled on landwards driven by shrill winds -- whence arising you rule over all mortal men?

[30] Among those who are in Crete, and in the township of Athens, and in the isle of Aegina and Euboea, famous for ships, in Aegae and Eiresiae and Peparethus near the sea, in Thracian Athos and Pelion's towering heights and Thracian Samos and the shady hills of Ida, in Scyros and Phocaea and the high hill of Autocane and fair-lying Imbros and smouldering Lemnos and rich Lesbos, home of Macar, the son of Aeolus, and Chios, brightest of all the isles that lie in the sea, and craggy Mimas and the heights of Corycus and gleaming Claros and the sheer hill of Aesagea and watered Samos and the steep heights of Mycale, in Miletus and Cos, the city of Meropian men, and steep Cnidos and windy Carpathos, in Naxos and Paros and rocky Rhenaea -- so far roamed Leto in travail with the god who shoots afar, to see if any land would be willing to make a dwelling for her son. But they greatly trembled and feared, and none, not even the richest of them, dared receive Phoebus, until queenly Leto set foot on Delos and uttered winged words and asked her:

[51] "Delos, if you would be willing to be the abode of my son "Phoebus Apollo and make him a rich temple --; for no other will touch you, as you will find: and I think you will never be rich in oxen and sheep, nor bear vintage nor yet produce plants abundantly. But if you have the temple of far-shooting Apollo, all men will bring you hecatombs and gather here, and incessant savour of rich sacrifice will always arise, and you will feed those who dwell in you from the hand of strangers; for truly your own soil is not rich."

[62] So spake Leto. And Delos rejoiced and answered and said: "Leto, most glorious daughter of great Coeus, joyfully would I receive your child the far-shooting lord; for it is all too true that I am ill-spoken of among men, whereas thus I should become very greatly honoured. But this saying I fear, and I will not hide it from you, Leto. They say that Apollo will be one that is very haughty and will greatly lord it among gods and men all over the fruitful earth. Therefore, I greatly fear in heart and spirit that as soon as he sets the light of the sun, he will scorn this island -- for truly I have but a hard, rocky soil -- and overturn me and thrust me down with his feet in the depths of the sea; then will the great ocean wash deep above my head for ever, and he will go to another land such as will please him, there to make his temple and wooded groves. So, many-footed creatures of the sea will make their lairs in me and black seals their dwellings undisturbed, because I lack people. Yet if you will but dare to sware a great oath, goddess, that here first he will build a glorious temple to be an oracle for men, then let him afterwards make temples and wooded groves amongst all men; for surely he will be greatly renowned."

[83] So said Delos. And Leto sware the great oath of the gods: "Now hear this, Earth and wide Heaven above, and dropping water of Styx (this is the strongest and most awful oath for the blessed gods), surely Phoebus shall have here his fragrant altar and precinct, and you he shall honour above all."

[89] Now when Leto had sworn and ended her oath, Delos was very glad at the birth of the far-shooting lord. But Leto was racked nine days and nine nights with pangs beyond wont. And there were with her all the chiefest of the goddesses, Dione and Rhea and Ichnaea and Themis and loud-moaning Amphitrite and the other deathless goddesses save white-armed Hera, who sat in the halls of cloud-gathering Zeus. Only Eilithyia, goddess of sore travail, had not heard of Leto's trouble, for she sat on the top of Olympus beneath golden clouds by white-armed Hera's contriving, who kept her close through envy, because Leto with the lovely tresses was soon to bear a son faultless and strong.

[102] But the goddesses sent out Iris from the well-set isle to bring Eilithyia, promising her a great necklace strung with golden threads, nine cubits long. And they bade Iris call her aside from white-armed Hera, lest she might afterwards turn her from coming with her words. When swift Iris, fleet of foot as the wind, had heard all this, she set to run; and quickly finishing all the distance she came to the home of the gods, sheer Olympus, and forthwith called Eilithyia out from the hall to the door and spoke winged words to her, telling her all as the goddesses who dwell on Olympus had bidden her. So she moved the heart of Eilithyia in her dear breast; and they went their way, like shy wild-doves in their going.

[115] And as soon as Eilithyia the goddess of sore travail set foot on Delos, the pains of birth seized Leto, and she longed to bring forth; so she cast her arms about a palm tree and kneeled on the soft meadow while the earth laughed for joy beneath. Then the child leaped forth to the light, and all the goddesses washed you purely and cleanly with sweet water, and swathed you in a white garment of fine texture, new-woven, and fastened a golden band about you.

[123] Now Leto did not give Apollo, bearer of the golden blade, her breast; but Themis duly poured nectar and ambrosia with her divine hands: and Leto was glad because she had borne a strong son and an archer. But as soon as you had tasted that divine heavenly food, O Phoebus, you could no longer then be held by golden cords nor confined with bands, but all their ends were undone. Forthwith Phoebus Apollo spoke out among the deathless goddesses: "The lyre and the curved bow shall ever be dear to me, and I will declare to men the unfailing will of Zeus."

[133] So said Phoebus, the long-haired god who shoots afar and began to walk upon the wide-pathed earth; and all goddesses were amazed at him. Then with gold all Delos was laden, beholding the child of Zeus and Leto, for joy because the god chose her above the islands and shore to make his dwelling in her: and she loved him yet more in her heart, and blossomed as does a mountain-top with woodland flowers.

[140] And you, O lord Apollo, god of the silver bow, shooting afar, now walked on craggy Cynthus, and now kept wandering about the island and the people in them. Many are your temples and wooded groves, and all peaks and towering bluffs of lofty mountains and rivers flowing to the sea are dear to you, Phoebus, yet in Delos do you most delight your heart; for there the long robed Ionians gather in your honour with their children and shy wives: mindful, they delight you with boxing and dancing and song, so often as they hold their gathering. A man would say that they were deathless and unageing if he should then come upon the Ionians so met together. For he would see the graces of them all, and would be pleased in heart gazing at the men and well-girded women with their swift ships and great wealth. And there is this great wonder besides -- and its renown shall never perish -- the girls of Delos, hand-maidens of the Far-shooter; for when they have praised Apollo first, and also Leto and Artemis who delights in arrows, they sing a strain-telling of men and women of past days, and charm the tribes of men. Also they can imitate the tongues of all men and their clattering speech: each would say that he himself were singing, so close to truth is their sweet song.

[165] And now may Apollo be favourable and Artemis; and farewell all you maidens. Remember me in after time whenever any one of men on earth, a stranger who has seen and suffered much, comes here and asks of you: "Whom think ye, girls, is the sweetest singer that comes here, and in whom do you most delight?" Then answer, each and all, with one voice: "He is a blind man, and dwells in rocky Chios: his lays are evermore supreme." As for me, I will carry your renown as far as I roam over the earth to the well-placed this thing is true. And I will never cease to praise far-shooting Apollo, god of the silver bow, whom rich-haired Leto bare.

TO PYTHIAN APOLLO

[179] O Lord, Lycia is yours and lovely Maeonia and Miletus, charming city by the sea, but over wave-girt Delos you greatly reign your own self.

[182] Leto's all-glorious son goes to rocky Pytho, playing upon his hollow lyre, clad in divine, perfumed garments; and at the touch of the golden key his lyre sings sweet. Thence, swift as thought, he speeds from earth to Olympus, to the house of Zeus, to join the gathering of the other gods: then straightway the undying gods think only of the lyre and song, and all the Muses together, voice sweetly answering voice, hymn the unending gifts the gods enjoy and the sufferings of men, all that they endure at the hands of the deathless gods, and how they live witless and helpless and cannot find healing for death or defence against old age. Meanwhile the rich-tressed Graces and cheerful Seasons dance with Harmonia and Hebe and Aphrodite, daughter of Zeus, holding each other by the wrist. And among them sings one, not mean nor puny, but tall to look upon and enviable in mien, Artemis who delights in arrows, sister of Apollo. Among them sport Ares and the keen-eyed Slayer of Argus, while Apollo plays his lyre stepping high and featly and a radiance shines around him, the gleaming of his feet and close-woven vest. And they, even gold-tressed Leto and wise Zeus, rejoice in their great hearts as they watch their dear son playing among the undying gods.

[207] How then shall I sing of you -- though in all ways you are a worthy theme for song? Shall I sing of you as wooer and in the fields of love, how you went wooing the daughter of Azan along with god-like Ischys the son of well-horsed Elatius, or with Phorbas sprung from Triops, or with Ereutheus, or with Leucippus and the wife of Leucippus ((lacuna)) . . . you on foot, he with his chariot, yet he fell not short of Triops. Or shall I sing how at the first you went about the earth seeking a place of oracle for men, O far-shooting Apollo? To Pieria first you went down from Olympus and passed by sandy Lectus and Enienae and through the land of the Perrhaebi. Soon you came to Iolcus and set foot on Cenaeum in Euboea, famed for ships: you stood in the Lelantine plain, but it pleased not your heart to make a temple there and wooded groves. From there you crossed the Euripus, far-shooting Apollo, and went up the green, holy hills, going on to Mycalessus and grassy-bedded Teumessus, and so came to the wood-clad abode of Thebe; for as yet no man lived in holy Thebe, nor were there tracks or ways about Thebe's wheat-bearing plain as yet.

[229] And further still you went, O far-shooting Apollo, and came to Onchestus, Poseidon's bright grove: there the new-broken cold distressed with drawing the trim chariot gets spirit again, and the skilled driver springs from his car and goes on his way. Then the horses for a while rattle the empty car, being rid of guidance; and if they break the chariot in the woody grove, men look after the horses, but tilt the chariot and leave it there; for this was the rite from the very first. And the drivers pray to the lord of the shrine; but the chariot falls to the lot of the god.

[239] Further yet you went, O far-shooting Apollo, and reached next Cephissus' sweet stream which pours forth its sweet- flowing water from Lilaea, and crossing over it, O worker from afar, you passed many-towered Ocalea and reached grassy Haliartus.

[244] Then you went towards Telphusa: and there the pleasant place seemed fit for making a temple and wooded grove. You came very near and spoke to her: "Telphusa, here I am minded to make a glorious temple, an oracle for men, and hither they will always bring perfect hecatombs, both those who live in rich Peloponnesus and those of Europe and all the wave-washed isles, coming to seek oracles. And I will deliver to them all counsel that cannot fail, giving answer in my rich temple."

[254] So said Phoebus Apollo, and laid out all the foundations throughout, wide and very long. But when Telphusa saw this, she was angry in heart and spoke, saying: "Lord Phoebus, worker from afar, I will speak a word of counsel to your heart, since you are minded to make here a glorious temple to be an oracle for men who will always bring hither perfect hecatombs for you; yet I will speak out, and do you lay up my words in your heart. The trampling of swift horses and the sound of mules watering at my sacred springs will always irk you, and men will like better to gaze at the well-made chariots and stamping, swift-footed horses than at your great temple and the many treasures that are within. But if you will be moved by me -- for you, lord, are stronger and mightier than I, and your strength is very great -- build at Crisa below the glades of Parnassus: there no bright chariot will clash, and there will be no noise of swift-footed horses near your well-built altar. But so the glorious tribes of men will bring gifts to you as Iepaeon (`Hail-Healer'), and you will receive with delight rich sacrifices from the people dwelling round about." So said Telphusa, that she alone, and not the Far-Shooter, should have renown there; and she persuaded the Far-Shooter.

[277] Further yet you went, far-shooting Apollo, until you came to the town of the presumptuous Phlegyae who dwell on this earth in a lovely glade near the Cephisian lake, caring not for Zeus. And thence you went speeding swiftly to the mountain ridge, and came to Crisa beneath snowy Parnassus, a foothill turned towards the west: a cliff hangs over if from above, and a hollow, rugged glade runs under. There the lord Phoebus Apollo resolved to make his lovely temple, and thus he said: "In this place I am minded to build a glorious temple to be an oracle for men, and here they will always bring perfect hecatombs, both they who dwell in rich Peloponnesus and the men of Europe and from all the wave-washed isles, coming to question me. And I will deliver to them all counsel that cannot fail, answering them in my rich temple."

[294] When he had said this, Phoebus Apollo laid out all the foundations throughout, wide and very long; and upon these the sons of Erginus, Trophonius and Agamedes, dear to the deathless gods, laid a footing of stone. And the countless tribes of men built the whole temple of wrought stones, to be sung of for ever.

[300] But near by was a sweet flowing spring, and there with his strong bow the lord, the son of Zeus, killed the bloated, great she-dragon, a fierce monster wont to do great mischief to men upon earth, to men themselves and to their thin- shanked sheep; for she was a very bloody plague. She it was who once received from gold-throned Hera and brought up fell, cruel Typhaon to be a plague to men. Once on a time Hera bare him because she was angry with father Zeus, when the Son of Cronos bare all-glorious Athena in his head. Thereupon queenly Hera was angry and spoke thus among the assembled gods:

[311] "Hear from me, all gods and goddesses, how cloud-gathering Zeus begins to dishonour me wantonly, when he has made me his true-hearted wife. See now, apart from me he has given birth to bright-eyed Athena who is foremost among all the blessed gods. But my son Hephaestus whom I bare was weakly among all the blessed gods and shrivelled of foot, a shame and disgrace to me in heaven, whom I myself took in my hands and cast out so that he fell in the great sea. But silver-shod Thetis the daughter of Nereus took and cared for him with her sisters: would that she had done other service to the blessed gods! O wicked one and crafty! What else will you now devise? How dared you by yourself give birth to bright-eyed Athena? Would not I have borne you a child -- I, who was at least called your wife among the undying gods who hold wide heaven. Beware now lest I devise some evil thing for you hereafter: yes, now I will contrive that a son be born me to be foremost among the undying gods -- and that without casting shame on the holy bond of wedlock between you and me. And I will not come to your bed, but will consort with the blessed gods far off from you."

[331] When she had so spoken, she went apart from the gods, being very angry. Then straightway large-eyed queenly Hera prayed, striking the ground flatwise with her hand, and speaking thus: "Hear now, I pray, Earth and wide Heaven above, and you Titan gods who dwell beneath the earth about great Tartarus, and from whom are sprung both gods and men! Harken you now to me, one and all, and grant that I may bear a child apart from Zeus, no wit lesser than him in strength -- nay, let him be as much stronger than Zeus as all-seeing Zeus than Cronos."

[340] Thus she cried and lashed the earth with her strong hand. Then the life-giving earth was moved: and when Hera saw it she was glad in heart, for she thought her prayer would be fulfilled. And thereafter she never came to the bed of wise Zeus for a full year, not to sit in her carved chair as aforetime to plan wise counsel for him, but stayed in her temples where many pray, and delighted in her offerings, large-eyed queenly Hera. But when the months and days were fulfilled and the seasons duly came on as the earth moved round, she bare one neither like the gods nor mortal men, fell, cruel Typhaon, to be a plague to men. Straightway large-eyed queenly Hera took him and bringing one evil thing to another such, gave him to the dragoness; and she received him. And this Typhaon used to work great mischief among the famous tribes of men. Whosoever met the dragoness, the day of doom would sweep him away, until the lord Apollo, who deals death from afar, shot a strong arrow at her. Then she, rent with bitter pangs, lay drawing great gasps for breath and rolling about that place. An awful noise swelled up unspeakable as she writhed continually this way and that amid the wood: and so she left her life, breathing it forth in blood.

[362] Then Phoebus Apollo boasted over her: "Now rot here upon the soil that feeds man! You at least shall live no more to be a fell bane to men who eat the fruit of the all-nourishing earth, and who will bring hither perfect hecatombs. Against cruel death neither Typhoeus shall avail you nor ill-famed Chimera, but here shall the Earth and shining Hyperion make you rot."

[370] Thus said Phoebus, exulting over her: and darkness covered her eyes. And the holy strength of Helios made her rot away there; wherefore the place is now called Pytho, and men call the lord Apollo by another name, Pythian; because on that spot the power of piercing Helios made the monster rot away.

[375] Then Phoebus Apollo saw that the sweet-flowing spring had beguiled him, and he started out in anger against Telphusa; and soon coming to her, he stood close by and spoke to her: "Telphusa, you were not, after all, to keep to yourself this lovely place by deceiving my mind, and pour forth your clear flowing water: here my renown shall also be and not yours alone?"

[382] Thus spoke the lord, far-working Apollo, and pushed over upon her a crag with a shower of rocks, hiding her streams: and he made himself an altar in a wooded grove very near the clear-flowing stream. In that place all men pray to the great one by the name Telphusian, because he humbled the stream of holy Telphusa.

[388] Then Phoebus Apollo pondered in his heart what men he should bring in to be his ministers in sacrifice and to serve him in rocky Pytho. And while he considered this, he became aware of a swift ship upon the wine-like sea in which were many men and goodly, Cretans from Cnossos,10 the city of Minos, they who do sacrifice to the prince and announce his decrees, whatsoever Phoebus Apollo, bearer of the golden blade, speaks in answer from his laurel tree below the dells of Parnassus. These men were sailing in their black ship for traffic and for profit to sandy Pylos and to the men of Pylos. But Phoebus Apollo met them: in the open sea he sprang upon their swift ship, like a dolphin in shape, and lay there, a great and awesome monster, and none of them gave heed so as to understand11; but they sought to cast the dolphin overboard. But he kept shaking the black ship every way and make the timbers quiver. So they sat silent in their craft for fear, and did not loose the sheets throughout the black, hollow ship, nor lowered the sail of their dark-prowed vessel, but as they had set it first of all with oxhide ropes, so they kept sailing on; for a rushing south wind hurried on the swift ship from behind. First they passed by Malea, and then along the Laconian coast they came to Taenarum, sea-garlanded town and country of Helios who gladdens men, where the thick- fleeced sheep of the lord Helios feed continually and occupy a glad-some country. There they wished to put their ship to shore, and land and comprehend the great marvel and see with their eyes whether the monster would remain upon the deck of the hollow ship, or spring back into the briny deep where fishes shoal. But the well-built ship would not obey the helm, but went on its way all along Peloponnesus: and the lord, far-working Apollo, guided it easily with the breath of the breeze. So the ship ran on its course and came to Arena and lovely Argyphea and Thryon, the ford of Alpheus, and well-placed Aepy and sandy Pylos and the men of Pylos; past Cruni it went and Chalcis and past Dyme and fair Elis, where the Epei rule. And at the time when she was making for Pherae, exulting in the breeze from Zeus, there appeared to them below the clouds the steep mountain of Ithaca, and Dulichium and Same and wooded Zacynthus. But when they were passed by all the coast of Peloponnesus, then, towards Crisa, that vast gulf began to heave in sight which through all its length cuts off the rich isle of Pelops. There came on them a strong, clear west-wind by ordinance of Zeus and blew from heaven vehemently, that with all speed the ship might finish coursing over the briny water of the sea. So they began again to voyage back towards the dawn and the sun: and the lord Apollo, son of Zeus, led them on until they reached far-seen Crisa, land of vines, and into haven: there the sea-coursing ship grounded on the sands.

[440] Then, like a star at noonday, the lord, far-working Apollo, leaped from the ship: flashes of fire flew from him thick and their brightness reached to heaven. He entered into his shrine between priceless tripods, and there made a flame to flare up bright, showing forth the splendour of his shafts, so that their radiance filled all Crisa, and the wives and well-girded daughters of the Crisaeans raised a cry at that outburst of Phoebus; for he cast great fear upon them all. From his shrine he sprang forth again, swift as a thought, to speed again to the ship, bearing the form of a man, brisk and sturdy, in the prime of his youth, while his broad shoulders were covered with his hair: and he spoke to the Cretans, uttering winged words:

[452] "Strangers, who are you? Whence come you sailing along the paths of the sea? Are you for traffic, or do you wander at random over the sea as pirates do who put their own lives to hazard and bring mischief to men of foreign parts as they roam? Why rest you so and are afraid, and do not go ashore nor stow the gear of your black ship? For that is the custom of men who live by bread, whenever they come to land in their dark ships from the main, spent with toil; at once desire for sweet food catches them about the heart."

[462] So speaking, he put courage in their hearts, and the master of the Cretans answered him and said: "Stranger -- though you are nothing like mortal men in shape or stature, but are as the deathless gods -- hail and all happiness to you, and may the gods give you good. Now tell me truly that I may surely know it: what country is this, and what land, and what men live herein? As for us, with thoughts set otherwards, we were sailing over the great sea to Pylos from Crete (for from there we declare that we are sprung), but now are come on shipboard to this place by no means willingly -- another way and other paths -- and gladly would we return. But one of the deathless gods brought us here against our will."

[474] Then far-working Apollo answered then and said: "Strangers who once dwelt about wooded Cnossos but now shall return no more each to his loved city and fair house and dear wife; here shall you keep my rich temple that is honoured by many men. I am the son of Zeus; Apollo is my name: but you I brought here over the wide gulf of the sea, meaning you no hurt; nay, here you shall keep my rich temple that is greatly honoured among men, and you shall know the plans of the deathless gods, and by their will you shall be honoured continually for all time. And now come, make haste and do as I say. First loose the sheets and lower the sail, and then draw the swift ship up upon the land. Take out your goods and the gear of the straight ship, and make an altar upon the beach of the sea: light fire upon it and make an offering of white meal. Next, stand side by side around the altar and pray: and in as much as at the first on the hazy sea I sprang upon the swift ship in the form of a dolphin, pray to me as Apollo Delphinius; also the altar itself shall be called Delphinius and overlooking12 for ever. Afterwards, sup beside your dark ship and pour an offering to the blessed gods who dwell on Olympus. But when you have put away craving for sweet food, come with me singing the hymn Ie Paean (Hail, Healer!), until you come to the place where you shall keep my rich temple."

[502] So said Apollo. And they readily harkened to him and obeyed him. First they unfastened the sheets and let down the sail and lowered the mast by the forestays upon the mast-rest. Then, landing upon the beach of the sea, they hauled up the ship from the water to dry land and fixed long stays under it. Also they made an altar upon the beach of the sea, and when they had lit a fire, made an offering of white meal, and prayed standing around the altar as Apollo had bidden them. Then they took their meal by the swift, black ship, and poured an offering to the blessed gods who dwell on Olympus. And when they had put away craving for drink and food, they started out with the lord Apollo, the son of Zeus, to lead them, holding a lyre in his hands, and playing sweetly as he stepped high and featly. So the Cretans followed him to Pytho, marching in time as they chanted the Ie Paean after the manner of the Cretan paean-singers and of those in whose hearts the heavenly Muse has put sweet-voiced song. With tireless feet they approached the ridge and straightway came to Parnassus and the lovely place where they were to dwell honoured by many men. There Apollo brought them and showed them his most holy sanctuary and rich temple.

[524] But their spirit was stirred in their dear breasts, and the master of the Cretans asked him, saying: "Lord, since you have brought us here far from our dear ones and our fatherland, -- for so it seemed good to your heart, -- tell us now how we shall live. That we would know of you. This land is not to be desired either for vineyards or for pastures so that we can live well thereon and also minister to men."

[531] Then Apollo, the son of Zeus, smiled upon them and said: "Foolish mortals and poor drudges are you, that you seek cares and hard toils and straits! Easily will I tell you a word and set it in your hearts. Though each one of you with knife in hand should slaughter sheep continually, yet would you always have abundant store, even all that the glorious tribes of men bring here for me. But guard you my temple and receive the tribes of men that gather to this place, and especially show mortal men my will, and do you keep righteousness in your heart. But if any shall be disobedient and pay no heed to my warning, of if there shall be any idle word or deed and outrage as is common among mortal men, then other men shall be your masters and with a strong hand shall make you subject for ever. All has been told you: do you keep it in your heart."

[545] And so, farewell, son of Zeus and Leto; but I will remember you and another hymn also.

[flagellant]

I can't believe I have to explain this but you keep trying to play the "GAY AND LESBIAN ARE ALSO SLURS CHECKMATE QUEERPHOBE" card and. Yes. They have been used as slurs by dumb cunts that don't actually know what they mean. But if you look at the definition of the actual words:

Gay: Lighthearted and carefree. Similar: Cheerful, cheery, merry, jolly

Lesbian: Originating from the mid 18th century, from Greek Lesbios, from Lesbos, home of Sappho, who expressed affection for women in her poetry.

Queer: Strange, Odd, slightly ill, to spoil or ruin

So can you understand why someone would be more okay with being called a word that means merry or a word named after an island with a poet, versus being called strange, odd or ruined?

I'm not strange. I'm not odd. I'm not a freak, or ruined, or damaged, or sick. So forgive me for not wanting to call myself those things and not wanting those labels forced onto me by strangers who think my trauma doesn't matter and that I should just suck it up and get over it.

You keep screaming "LEARN YOUR HISTORY!!!" But my history is full of people like me being killed or assaulted or jailed or thrown in institutions to be tortured because we're labeled as sick, or damaged, or freakish, or dangerous.

So yes, queer is a slur. It has been used as a slur. It's still being used as a slur. It's definition is awful. But that doesn't mean you can't reclaim it.

If being reminded of a words origins upsets you so much then, well, you tell us to suck it up and get over our trauma with the word, so suck it up and do the same.

Does the phrase "Not gay as in happy but queer as in fuck you" sound familiar at all because I gotta admit I'm feeling really queer at you right now

[dreamlanddeluxe]

Time to e-beg once again, as my followers know my car was totaled in a hit and run a few months ago. Only just now I was finally in a secure place to buy another car. Guy that sold it to me said all it needed was new tires which I could do however after getting the car inspected it turns out it has a cracked catalytic converter which is a 1000$+ repair! What fun! I am by no means asking for people to cover the full cost I know many of us are in a pinch in today’s world, but if anyone could spare some cushion cash so I’m not completely broke afterwards it’d be much appreciated. I don’t have a lot of money I’m a full time college student on loans with a part time minimum wage job with sporadic hours and I’d really like to be able to drive home from work so I can stop being hit on by guys twice my age and being asked to get into strangers cars on my midnight ventures home after work. Help out a fellow lesbo please

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[aliciameade]

Darkness at Dawn - Ch. 1

Title: Darkness at Dawn Author: aliciameade Rating: M/E Pairing: Stephanie Smothers/Emily Nelson Summary: Even Bonnie & Clyde met their fate eventually.

Set five years after "Baby."

Also on AO3

“Smooch, honey, can you get the door?”

“Bro, stop calling me that!”

“Letting him answer the door unsupervised? What if it’s a stranger here to abduct him?” Emily whispers in her ear conspiratorially. She pitches her voice toward the living room where their messy-haired pre-teen sons have been playing Fortnite for the past hour. “Connor, she’ll stop calling you ‘Smooch’ if you stop calling us ‘bro’!”

They’re making dinner—well, Stephanie is making dinner; Emily is observing over a shared martini. “He’s twelve and we know everyone in this village. It’s probably just Helen dropping off tomatoes from her garden. She mentioned she’d be stopping by soon.”

Her response surprises even herself. She’s spent the better part of the past six years working on her anxiety and propensity to helicopter-parent her children. Life is slow in Santorini. Stephanie—Alyson Reid, as the town knows her—is the proud owner of the bakery she began working part-time after she got a new identity and flew halfway around the world from Connecticut to start a new life in Greece.

After she killed her wife’s troubled, secret twin sister and set up Emily’s then-husband Sean for the murder of his wife. It had been surprisingly easy—the framing, not the killing. She’d sown a few seeds of suspicion with the detective working the case. Emily confided that he had been cheating. Emily asked for a divorce. Sean had a dark side, and Emily was afraid of him. So afraid that Emily had signed over her assets to her best friend Stephanie Smothers to ensure her son Nicky would be taken care of should anything ever happen to her. A pillar of Warfield, Stephanie’s testimony at Sean’s trial was the final nail in their old lives’ coffins.

She and Emily just celebrated their third wedding anniversary a few weeks ago. They’d gotten married on the coast of the island of Lesbos, an idea Emily had come up with over a second bottle of wine that had made herself laugh so much that Stephanie had no choice but to agree. They’d sailed there as a family, something they were both proud of being able to do on their own. They took their vows at sunset, the only guests were their sons and two people Emily had bribed with a hundred Euros each to be their witnesses, and they’d found the officiant by asking around.

After their honeymoon in Portugal, Stephanie changed the name on her passport for the third time in her life: first from her maiden name to Stephanie Smothers, to Alyson Barrett, and finally to Alyson Reid, Dillon Reid’s new wife. Dillon Reid, formerly known as Emily Nelson, formerly known as Claudia, formerly known as Hope McLanden. Brothers Connor and Devon Reid, formerly known as Miles Smothers and Nicky Townsend.

They’ve lived a dozen lives.

The boys don’t remember much about their past, and they’ve forgotten their old names. Stephanie still calls her son ‘Smooch’ because that’s never had to change. She didn’t have to abandon Smooch.

She and Emily tend to stick to pet names most of the time as well; it’s easier that way. More natural, at least when they’re around other people.

Behind closed doors, in the privacy of their home, away from even their children, an old name might slip out now and then, especially during a thoughtless moment brought on by passion.

Though Emily’s rarely called her anything more than ‘Baby’ since the day they met.

“Proud of you for taking off the training wheels.” She feels Emily’s hand catch her chin and turn her face to kiss her soundly despite Stephanie actively chopping a zucchini.

She smiles into the kiss and it makes the part of her still a bit tender from their morning start to ache. “What time’s your game tomorrow?” she asks when they part.

Dillon Reid is the head coach of the secondary school’s boys’ soccer—football—team. She’s always been good at getting men of all ages to do what she says. 

“9:30, so I’ll probably be gone before you’re awake. Warm-up’s at 8:00.”

Tomorrow is Saturday and Stephanie’s only day off from the bakery. Thankfully, as the boss, she doesn’t have to be there before dawn like her employees need to be to bake off the day’s inventory, but she makes a point to be on-site almost every day. She loves her team and she loves her customers, and she’s gotten pretty darn good at speaking Greek with the immersion in the culture.

“Okay, we’ll meet you there. Wanna go to Apollo’s afterward for lunch?”

Emily groans. “That place is such a tourist trap. I don’t know why you love it so much.”

“Because it’s the only place on this island that knows how to make an American cheeseburger. Pleeeeease?” she pouts, knowing she’ll get her way.

“Fine,” Emily says with an eye roll. “I’m getting onion rings.”

“Uh, Mom?” Connor’s voice is strained as it floats through the living room to the kitchen and Stephanie drops the knife onto the cutting board. “Mom!”

“What? What is it?” she says, rushing into the other room. She hears Emily follow and before she’s finished processing the two men wearing dark suits standing in their doorway, her son looking back at her, eyes wide, Emily’s stepped in front of her.

“Emily Nelson?” the man asks.

Emily doesn’t respond. The arm she’s wrapped around Stephanie in a reverse embrace tightens.

“Stephanie Smothers?”

“Bro, what?” Devon says from the floor where he is still playing their video game. “You got the wrong house.”

“Devon,” Emily admonishes.

Stephanie’s heart is in her throat. She feels she might pass out and leans into Emily’s strong frame, wrapping her arms around her waist. She breathes in her perfume. She thinks about the game they’re going to miss tomorrow. About Emily and their sons proposing to her in the very spot they’re standing now asking her to be a family. How they thought they had been so careful.

“Boys, I need you to go upstairs, please,” she says urgently, hoping the fear she’s feeling isn’t as evident in her voice as it sounds to herself. She hears Devon pause the video game and the shuffling of the boys grabbing their phones and chargers and has an even worse realization than she’d already had.

She steps out from behind Emily just in time for Connor—forever her little curly-haired Miles—to pass and she wraps him in a hug that makes him groan and protest until he seems to understand something serious is going on and he hugs her back. He’s as tall as she is now. “Listen to me, sweetheart,” she whispers in his ear. “You know the safe in my closet?” She feels him nod. “The combination is your birthday. There’s a red envelope inside. Call Helen. Ask her to come over. Give her the envelope. Do you understand?”

“Yeah. What’s going on?”

“I’ll explain when I can. Everything I did, I did so we could be happy. Remember that I love you.” She kisses his forehead and chokes back a sob before he can notice the tears in her eyes. “Upstairs.”

She can hear Emily whispering to Devon as well and then the boys stop and switch to hug their other mother, and they disappear upstairs.

She and Emily are now alone in their living room, two men at the open door, each holding a thick packet of folded paperwork.

“I’m Detective Inspector William Gareau. This is Sergeant Mark Gibson. We are agents of INTERPOL. Do you know why we’re here?”

Emily’s hand intertwines with Stephanie’s. Neither responds.

The men step forward, crossing the threshold into their home, their sanctuary, and that’s when Stephanie realizes it’s not just two men—half a dozen black-uniformed officers follow, flooding into the house and flanking them, surrounding them. Nowhere to go.

The Detective Inspector unfolds the papers in his hand. The officers in the room move. She’s pulled away from Emily, fingers slipping out of her grip as her hands are pulled behind her back. As cold steel clicks around her wrists.

“Stephanie Ann Smothers and Emily Claudia Nelson: I'm arresting you for the murder of Faith Margaret McLanden, having taken place in the State of Connecticut, the country of the United States of America, insurance fraud, money laundering, kidnapping, conspiracy, perjury, and false identification. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned something you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. Do you understand?”

She’s not sure she’s able to speak. She’s dizzy. The room is spinning.

“It’s going to be okay, baby,” is the last thing she hears before her ears start ringing and her world goes dark.

[sturnslesbo]

you can call me star 🌟

prns are they/she

i’m a 21 y/o black lesbo with an lot of love for the sturniolo triplets lol. avid tumblr user, whole new acct just for my fave white boys :)

i’m an editor on ig/tt but i’ll probs mostly lurk on here becuase i just like reading fanfics n a lot of y’all are amazing writers, but my dms are open for new friends, i know no stranger (like i said, avid tumblr user)

i am also a writer but i mostly like to write about my little lesbian ocs so don’t expect much of that on here, if any

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[angelicyouth]

Youth ; Chapter 2

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x marsh!reader x craig tucker

⇢ synopsis: ❝Growing up with the boys as the sole girl of the group, it was only natural for them to grow protective over their pseudo-little sister as the years went by.❞

⇢ warning(s): underage drinking ; recreational drug use

⇢ [AO3 link] ; [series masterlist] ; [previous] ; [next]

Fluorescent lights of all types of colors dance across the entire room while the sound of music and the beating bass invades my whole senses, making my body move on time to the beat. I open my eyes and see the smoke that permeates the heavy air, giving my dazed eyes an illusion of surreal surroundings.

I feel a pair of hands lightly place themselves on my hips as they gently guide my swaying body around, making the back of my body face their front. I lean my back against my assailant’s chest and give a lazy smile when I see that it’s just Clyde matching my rhythm.

He’s shielding me from the other bodies crowding this makeshift dance floor and unbeknownst to me, warding off the wandering eyes that the occasional stranger has on my dancing form. He deters any motivation from others that have the courage to try to approach.

I turn my head to face forward as my eyes adjust to my boys leaning against the wall in front of me, casually watching the display in front of them from time to time. Red solo cups filled with alcohol adorn their hands and if not that, cans of hard seltzers or beers are in its place. Or in Cartman’s case, a plate loaded with food, provided by the party’s hosts.

The guys converse with one another but I often catch Kenny and Craig’s lingering gazes. I giggle and take the hands of Butters to pull him from the wall and join us. Our newcomer and I sing along to the lyrics of the song currently playing to each other in jest, our faces close and our smiles grow wider. I playfully mouth some lyrics to the other two and point at them. Craig smirks and throws the middle finger at me whenever I do, but Kenny will point back at me and dramatically belt the song.

We found ourselves attending our first party of sophomore year together by a host that I’ve yet to personally meet or know and it isn’t until a couple of more songs in that I see my girl friends for the first time of the night: the cheerleaders.

“We’re borrowing her!” Bebe loudly declares as she makes her way over to me, the girls following close behind her as the busty blonde tries to tug on the crook of my arm.

Craig steps in, “The fuck? No. We need to keep an eye on her.”

“Bitches aren’t to be trusted, especially you skanks. We don’t need you taking advantage of Y/N and turning her into a lesbo or something!” Cartman proclaims around a full mouth of food. They dodge his grease-stained hands in disgust when he tries to swat the girls away.

“Y/N!” Red pouts at me in indignation as Clyde tightens an arm around the front of my stomach for additional security.

I copy Red’s expression, “Just go play beer pong or something! I promise I’ll be fine, you all made sure my phone was fully charged before we left, right?”

My brother just furrows his brows in distrust even more when he spots Wendy, pursing his lips.

“Please, bro? I wanna party with some girls.” I try to max out my charm and pull out the puppy dog eyes, making grabby hands at the cheerleaders.

Kyle looks between the Marsh siblings and sighs, “Just let her, dude. At least she’ll be with people we know. She’s in the same house as us so we can always check up on her.”

“Yeah, but what if we can’t get to her fast enough if something does happen?” Kenny reasons with his arms crossed, not liking the idea.

I puff out my cheeks in anger at the fact that the normally laidback blonde isn’t coming to my defense. When he spots the face I’m making, he offers me his charming smile and playfully pokes one of my cheeks.

“Sorry, babe. It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s these hormone driven boys that I don’t trust. Mixed with alcohol too? You’re just too cute for anyone to resist.”

I maintain my indignation at him so he continues, “You know I love you, yeah beautiful? I just want you to be safe.” His finger poking turns into him caressing my cheek, softly running his thumb over the area to soothe me.

My cheeks deflate because I can understand where the blonde was coming from. It’s still hard to be happy, but I know that they just care.

”God, you’re a fucking simp. You’re all simps. Grow some fucking balls. She doesn’t need you to baby her all the damn time,” Cartman mimes himself fake vomiting and for once, I agree with the lard ass.

“You guys shelter her from others too much, it’s why she turned out to be such a lame-o pussy.” Yeah, never mind.

Kyle and Stan have a silent conversation using their eyes before he relents and sighs.

“YAAAY! I love you, Ky! Thank you!” I giggle as I break out of Clyde’s hold to hug the teen. He grumbles a small whatever before ruffling my hair.

He doesn’t find the suggestion appealing either but knows that it’d be best to grant full trust and permission lest the younger Marsh does it unsafely behind their backs. He feels like a parent at this very moment. God, you and Ike make him feel so old.

The girls giggle as we hold onto each other's hands to create a human chain, making it easier to navigate through the swarm of sweaty teens. We steal a bottle of booze from the kitchen and smuggle it to an unoccupied bedroom on the second floor.

Fixing their varying states onto either the bed or on the floor in a makeshift circle, we leisurely pass the bottle of alcohol around and catch up on the night’s activities. My back leans against the bed from my position on the floor, giving my body much needed rest from dancing.

“God, they’re so overprotective. Who do they think they are?” The girls complain. I just shrug in response as it’s something I’ve known all my life. I don’t think much of it since I’m used to it and I know that their intentions are good.

“Why don’t we get them back using their precious Y/N?” Bebe deviously proposes and I quirk an eyebrow.

Red giggles, draping her arms around my shoulders from behind me on her spot on the bed.

“Ever done anything with a girl, Y/N?” She coos sweetly to me, her lips brushing against the shell of my ear.

The intimate gesture makes both me and Wendy blush for some reason and I giggle, “Nooo. I’m literally always with the guys. I’ve actually never had time to explore with others or experiment.”

I’m embarrassed as I admit this but the alcohol throws away all my inhibitions and loosens my lips.

“Really?” Heidi exclaims but all the other girls are equally surprised.

“How selfish! Truly, truly selfish. You’re so pretty, Y/N. Not even with a boy?” Bebe demands in anger for me, yet she also mourns for the missed opportunities and fun the boys prevented me from.

I shake my head, the answer is still the same and I can’t tell if the heat on my face is from the alcohol or embarrassment.

“I mean, I’ve shared a peck on the lips with Butters when we were kids..? We were playing wedding and the boys got really angry at him.” I laugh fondly at the memory, remembering a time of simplicity and innocence (on the blonde’s part).

‘Divorce! DIVOOORCE!’ Clyde screeches as he chucks the stuffed toy wedding guests at the blonde, with Stan trying to yank the ring pop off of his finger.

Once he gets the piece of plastic off, he throws it onto the backyard floor with all the might an 8 year old can muster and the other boys waste no time in jumping on the offending object, stomping on it with their shoes.

“Other than that, kisses have always been of the platonic sort, I guess? It’s not unusual for them to comfort me with a kiss on the forehead or to the side of the head or something. Or for them to say goodbye to me with a kiss on the cheek.”

“Not even from… Kenny..? Or Craig?” Wendy furrows her brows and stares at the rug below her legs at Heidi’s gentle prodding, fiddling with the tufts of yarn beneath her fingers. I give them a confused expression.

“Y/N…” They look at one another, “Haven’t you noticed that yeah, the boys are overprotective when it comes to you. But when it comes to Kenny and Craig, it’s different?” I slowly shake my head at Red’s carefully provided words in confusion.

“We’ve noticed that when it's them two, the other is quick to get real defensive about the other. But not like when it’s with the rest of the boys. Kind of like the other is a… threat? Because they know that with the other guys, they’re just playing around?” Bebe tries to find the right choice of words to explain.

“I mean, I don’t think I have?” I offer, trailing the last word in thought. The alcohol is def not helping.

“Have you ever thought that if one of the guys did harbor any romantic feelings for you, that your brother would have deterred them? Possibly putting you off limits when you were kids?”

“Yeah, they probably can’t act on it. And if they did, I don’t think they would want to jeopardize not only your relationship with them, but with your brothers and all of the guys.” Heidi offers to the conversation while I stay quiet as I think.

“Actually, forget about that. What about you, babe? Have you ever developed a crush on any of them?”

I ponder at Bebe’s words.

Have I?

I mean, I’m not blind. I know that they’re all good looking, even Cartman. And I’m not stupid. I know that others find them attractive, both girls and boys alike. The boys have always been cute as kids but puberty smacked the whole group like a fucking freight train: me, my brother, and my friends. Admittedly, the guys were borderline gods now.

“Ah, forget that for now! Why don’t we rile the boys up with some pictures, hm?” Red tries to divert my attention when the girls notice me getting carried away with my thoughts.

They don’t mean to push me at a party that's meant for fun. The girls just wanted to give me a little nudge in the right direction and I’m thankful that they care about me enough to bring it up.

Bebe pulls my legs, bringing my whole body forward so that Red can squeeze in between the bed and my form. They giggle as Red wraps her arms around my waist from behind me—Wendy seems to be the only one on the same boat as me, the both of us blushing further at the girls having fun.

“Is this okay?” Red sweetly asks me, and I’m once again reminded of the tingly feeling that I got when she spoke closely to my ear the last time. She continues to giggle and the puffs of air that hit my ear increases this sensation tenfold, but I just shyly nod my head in response.

Heidi carefully fits her body in between my legs and reaches out to grab the both of my hands with hers, gently interlocking our fingers together. I notice how soft her hands are compared to that of the guys which are much bigger and rougher.

She gently inches her face closer to mine with a smile and whispers, “Can I kiss you?”

Wisps of air come out after each word and they tickle my parted lips. As if I was in a trance, I slowly nod my head as I maintain eye contact with the tantalizing sight in front of me. When the gap between the two of us slowly closes, I softly shut my eyes until I feel plush lips against my own.

At the same time, I feel Red instinctively tighten her arms around me as she lightly nibbles on my ear. I start to feel overwhelmed at everything I’m feeling until I hear the shutter of a camera, signaling the release that both of the girls have on me.

Everyone watches me in anticipation of my opinion and what tumbles out of my mouth is a breathy, “Uh, wow. That was. Wow. Strawberry, Heidi?,” in reference to the lipgloss I got a taste of.

The girls take in my disheveled appearance and the permanent blush now embedded onto my cheeks and giggle in success. Heidi winks at me and Wendy lowers the phone she used to capture the moment even more in relief to the positive experience I just had.

“You like?” Bebe slowly asks me, despite them knowing my answer. All I can do is nod back.

“Good!” The blonde continues, before she replaces the spot Heidi was just in, “Because it’s my turn!” She sings.  

Much like Heidi, she grabs both of our hands and interlocks our fingers together. However, instead of placing our intertwined digits onto my lap, she guides them onto either side of my head. Slowly pushing me down with this new position, the top of my body leans against the bed at an angle and a little lower than if I were to properly sit against it due to the space Red left.

“Ever wonder what it’s like to get a hickey?” Bebe sweetly asks, her face close enough to mine that I can’t see anything but blonde beauty. She hasn’t even done anything yet and I’m already so mesmerized.

“Ah!” I exclaim, surprised at how we went from kissing to this.

“I can give you one if you want. But only if you want.” Bebe smiles at me in reassurance, “It’d be funny if we not only gave them pictures, but a physical reminder too. We can also do something else if you’re not comfortable with it!”

“I-” I start off, but the feeling of shyness overcomes me and I just close my eyes and expose the length of my neck in excitement and consent.

I jolt when I feel her lick a long stripe of skin on my neck, softly blowing onto the area after it's wet. This makes me feel extra sensitive, goosebumps dancing along my arms at the heightened sensation. She giggles against the crook of my neck before latching her lips onto me.

I feel hyper aware of everything she's doing: the light suction of her mouth, the scraping of her teeth against soft flesh, and the tongue she swipes and caresses over the abused spot to soothe the attack. I squeeze our hands together from her ministrations and I’m overwhelmed by the sweet scent of her perfume.

When she softly lets go and pulls away, I look around in a daze at their giggling. I didn’t even notice when they took the picture and my cheeks begin to flush a deep red at my hyperfocus.

A whistle interrupts my thoughts, “Goddamn, Bebe. You fucking whore!” Red says before throwing her arms around the blonde, their laughter filling the air.

I need more alcohol, I think to myself as I fan my face in a futile attempt to cool it down.

Wendy shyly hands me my phone when a voice interrupts the interaction, “Want a turn, Wendy?” Bebe teases as the ravenette gets flustered with stuttered words escaping her lips.

“Nevermind that! G-g-give me your phone, Y/N.” Wendy derails getting put on the spot as I unlock my phone, open up my group chat with the boys, and give it to her. We all crowd around her in anticipation.

GROUP CHAT (EVERYONE)

Kyley-B (Kyle): I don’t know, man. I think you need to get that thing checked out by a doctor…

PimpDaddy (Butters): aw geez, you really think so fellas?

N/N: (photo of Heidi holding my hands and kissing me while Red hugs me from behind and nibbles on my ear)

N/N: (photo of Bebe pinning me against the bed with her head shoved into the crook of my neck)

N/N: hehe :P

theBard (Jimmy): woah

PimpDaddy (Butters): whaaa?

Feldspar (Craig): dude.

ElPolloLoco (Kenny): see, while i’d usually be down for this type of shit

ElPolloLoco (Kenny): it’s not funny when it’s my girl

Feldspar (Craig): fuck off

Feldspar (Craig): your girl? please.

CoffeeEE (Tweek): sto oop fight tingG!!! !!

Kyley-B (Kyle): I agree, cast your stupid rivalry aside for just one second.

Kyley-B (Kyle): We need to find her so use your energy on that, instead of on dumb shit.

Feldspar (Craig): (middle finger emoji)

HighElf (Clyde): BESTIE!!! T—T

Raven (Stan): GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

Raven (Stan): where the HELL are you?!

Raven (Stan): this better be consensual or i swear to fucking god

Raven (Stan): IDGAF if your “friends” are girls

PimpDaddy (Butters): yeah!

PimpDaddy (Butters): our fists know no gender! >:(

The girls laugh and shove the phone in my hands so I can reply.

N/N: wat r yuu So ma d abOut ?  ??

Yeah.. Perhaps I’m a teensy bit drunk after I took a fatass swig from the bottle after Bebe’s little demonstration.

Kyley-B (Kyle): Y/N, the guys are freaking out.

Kyley-B (Kyle): Where are you?

Kyley-B (Kyle): … Please reply.

N/N: odmouuygccnedx

Feldspar (Craig): i swear to fucking god.

ElPolloLoco (Kenny): c'mon babe, i love you but use your words

CoffeeEE (Tweek): i doo on t thi nk sh ee can te xt

RadRussian (Cartman): I TOLD YOU THEY’D FORCE THEIR LESBO ACTIVITIES ON HER

RadRussian (Cartman): BITCHES NEVER CHANGE

HighElf (Clyde): is now a bad time to say that i’m jealous..?

HighElf (Clyde): shit’s hot af

Kyley-B (Kyle): Dude.

HighElf (Clyde): what? i’m just saying what we’re all thinking

HighElf (Clyde): i know a pitched tent when i see one

“Hmm.. Lackluster replies but I think it’s because they’re trying to find you,” Wendy remarks before the door slams open. To our surprise, it’s not one of the boys but none other than sir Douchebag himself: Dovahkiin.

“Dude! Fucking rude!” Bebe yelps, crossing her arms at the sudden intrusion, “What if we were fucking in here?!”

Dovahkiin wastes no time in helping me stand up and gently guiding me out of the room.

“Ah—wait!” The girls exclaim, trying to grab me back but I’m lost in thought. Pitched tent..? A boner from that? Huh.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

After abruptly leaving the girls, I got stuck all by my lonesome wandering the house. Dovahkiin got whisked away by his many followers and through the throngs of teenage ecstasy, we got separated. Seen without the boys for the first time by the student population, they waste no time in taking advantage of the opportunity and casting me away to join them.

This is how I found myself watching a boy partake in taking a body shot off of a girl, her belly button piercing sparkling under the glow of neon lights from the mixture of saliva and alcohol. I’m somehow made the center of attention as the surrounding crowd pushes me to try it out.

A blonde girl that I’ve come to now know as the host of the party, precious and sweet Annie Knitts, gently guides me to lay my body flat against the hard table. Cheering and playful hooting is heard all around us as she lightly sprinkles a trail of salt onto my neck and all of a sudden, I’m drunkenly giggling from both the attention of everyone and the small crystals tickling my body.

I slightly jump, not wanting to disturb what Annie has already laid out when I feel her carefully pouring cold tequila into the valley of my stomach. I wonder in anticipation of who's going to be my partner when I see a shadow steadily begin to dwarf my frame, belonging to the figure of a boy in my history class named Pete Thelman.

I’ve never talked to him but he catches my eyes from time to time. He’s quiet in class but when spoken to, is so self-assured in himself in a way that I can only admire from afar. He's confident about his style, the way he carries himself, and the lifestyle he and the other goths lead. His handsome face catches the glow of multicolor lights and I blush in excitement as he places a wedge of lime onto my mouth, the side of his thumb lightly wiping the edge of my lips.

He lazily glances around to the others in the room without speaking to let them know that he’s about to start and I’m nervous when he cages me in with his arms, leaning his body over mine to start his descent on my neck. With the salt, the sensation is much more different than Bebe’s lone tongue and it feels like my body seizes from movement as I unconsciously hold my breath.

The wet appendage does nothing to soothe my hot body, and I’m mesmerized by the touch of the boy in front of me—of the dedication that he has at the task he's currently presented with. He’s tantalizingly slow as his tongue drags across my neck and it feels like all the surrounding noise comes to a standstill while the body’s around me stops. As he’s making delicate work, his large hand comes up and angles my face to gain more access by caressing my cheek.

Once done, he makes quick eye contact to check on my current state before making his way over to the other side of the table. He takes his time with his hands nonchalantly stuffed into his pant's pockets and the anticipation begins to slowly kill me. My legs dangle off the table while he makes himself at home in between my legs.

All of a sudden, muscular hands take hold of either side of my hips, grasping it firmly and pulling my body closer to the edge. I’m no stranger to the male touch but this foreign situation has me feeling exhilarated and I feel like I’m about to combust. Or vomit in the closest sink, the butterflies in my stomach feel like they're about to erupt and they're finding a way out.

My heartbeat picks up when his hands smoothes their thumbs over the expanse of skin that he has access to, eliciting goosebumps. Before I know it, his tongue returns to my body like it’s calling him back home. I feel like I’m dying of thirst as my mouth becomes dry, parched at the sight before me: Pete between my legs, lightly sucking and licking every drop of alcohol.

He takes his time, slow and steady. All the while, he holds eye contact with me, his devoted gaze never breaks apart from mine. A mantra of repeated oh my god's take up my thoughts.

When he makes his last stop to my mouth, I notice that he doesn't look at me as his face slowly covers mine. I look to the side to see what catches the attention of the ever elusive goth and find myself spotting my brother and the guys at the front of the crowd. The flashing lights make it hard to make out their expressions but their clenched fists are tell tale signs of their reactions.

Have they been there the whole time?

Pete smirks at me and before I can swoon, he nips at the lime in my mouth. His plump lips lightly brush against mine, still slightly wet from his previous ministrations. I’m treated by a deep chuckle that rumbles out from the good looking male as my hands unconsciously shoot up to grasp onto a handful of his dress shirt. It doesn't matter that I'm already laying down, I feel overwhelmed and need something to anchor me to this moment. His black and red fringe lightly tickles my cheeks and the side of my lips quirk up.

All too soon, he’s suddenly being yanked up by my brother. Craig pushes his way next to us as Butters slowly helps me lift my body into a sitting position. Craig's face is close to Pete’s as they have a stare off, glaring at each other before the goth rolls his eyes and shoulder checks the tall teen when he walks away.

Craig looks back at me and gently takes my hand, guiding me down onto the floor. My legs wobble from what just occurred, my thoughts running at the new experience of being touched by a male like that for the first time—to be under the male gaze like that for the first time. I grasp onto his arm and hug it close to my chest in a daze, oblivious to frustrated blue eyes watching me.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

After being safely returned to the boys, they spend every second babying me. Figures.

“Come on, Y/N. Drink a little more water.” Kyle presses the lip of the water bottle to my mouth in an attempt to sober me up, his unoccupied arm wrapped around my shoulders. When he gets no response but my stubbornly shaking head, he resorts to the tactic he uses when I’m sick and I won’t take my medicine: guilt tripping.

“Please? For me? Do it for your Ky?” I can’t resist for long when he talks to me like that and before I know it, I cave in and drink as told. Curse Aunt Sheila and Uncle Gerald for their heavenly good genes.

From my other side, Butters consoles me by rubbing my back. “There, there, little buddy. Do you need to lay down for some sleepy night-night?”

”Meh meh meh meh meh.” Cartman mocks the blonde, “Great idea, Butters. Have her sleep it off so that she can throw up and choke on her own vomit when she’s asleep.”

We ignore him as Clyde makes a face, dabbing a wet wash cloth to my stomach in an effort to rid myself of the pungent smell of alcohol. He has a sensitive stomach and does not want to hear any type of shit about vomit. Butters is your type of man if you want someone to accompany you to the bathroom. He's held my hair up plenty of times.

“Are you sure you were okay with what they did to you?” My brother paces in front of me and the other guys in the master bedroom’s bathroom that we’re all seeking refuge in.

“Because if you’re as intoxicated as you are right now, I have a hard time believing that you knew what was going on.” He continues as his hand grasps onto the raven locks on his head and he stresses his words. His party attire doesn't consist of his beloved hat.

“I’m okaaaaay.” I stress the word out for further emphasis, “They kept asking if it was what I wanted and I was down for whatever the babes wanted to do.”

“Y/N, be serious!” I roll my eyes at my brother and his overprotectiveness.

“I am! It’s not like the girls had a dick to stick it in. Be for-fucking-real Stan, it was just a kiss,” I shrug. “Do I need to take you on a visit to PC principal so he can remind you on what consent is?”

“Big talk coming from a virgin who just got her second kiss.” Cartman snarks before Kyle slaps the back of his head in retaliation.

“Aye! What the fuck was that for?! Not my fault she got my sloppy seconds.”

“Dude! Shut the FUCK up!”

My attention to the quarrel gets interrupted when a pair of hands firmly grasps my shoulders, to which I look up to see Kenny. His expression is uncharacteristically serious as he gently holds onto my chin and lifts my face towards him.

“Uh, what the fuck are you doing?” Kyle asks, trying to push the blonde’s hand off of me.

“I’m going to sterilize her with a kiss of my own,” Comes the solemn reply.

“Aw, dude. Fuck off. Please.” Stan furrows his eyebrows and pinches the bridge of his nose.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

After reassuring everyone multiple times that I’m okay and that they can continue to have fun, the boys reluctantly leave me behind with Kenny and Craig, both of them offering to stay back in the bathroom with me.

Smoke wafts out of Craig’s mouth, his hand holding a blunt that Kenny pulled out and lit. He used his yellow lighter, the one I decorated with hello kitty stickers back when we were still in middle school. My eyes are mesmerized by the blondes hands, his long fingers toying with the brightly colored object.

We’re all squished into the bathtub, Craig to my left with his long ass legs hanging out, his back against the cool tiled wall. Similar to the ravenette, my legs dangle out of the bathtub with my back against the same wall, in between the two boys. Kenny, however, opts to position himself perpendicular from us.

His legs are draped across both of our laps instead and he’s able to look at our faces without turning his head from this position. Smoking is a common activity that some of us partake in when we hang out but I’d have to say that both Kenny and Craig are my designated smoking buddies.

The chullo wearing teen nudges my arm in a nonverbal way of asking if I want a hit and I turn to look from the blunt to his relaxed face. I think about what the girls and I talked about earlier. He really is handsome.

Instead of taking it from him, I maintain eye contact with the ravenette as I hit the blunt directly from his hand, his fingers caressing the side of my face from the close proximity my bold actions grant. We both lazily watch each other as I slowly inhale. The blazing embers light up his calm features, the orange hue accentuating the deep blue of his pretty eyes.

Satisfied, I lean back into my original position until Kenny leans over me, his face close to mine. He quirks an eyebrow at me and like Craig, I maintain steady eye contact with the blonde as I slightly part my lips in invitation. Tendrils of smoke slowly pool out of my mouth.

We maintain our eye contact as I lament on how beautiful my friend is. I breathe in his comforting scent and am reminded on how at home he makes me feel. His boyish grin and soft eyes provide me with a solace that I can always count on. The space between us steadily grows smaller as I begin to slowly blow the smoke out of my mouth onto his, Kenny inhaling it from his own parted lips as I shotgun him the smoke.

This intimate moment of silence shared between the three of us engraves itself into my memories, precious and valuable. I hug both of their arms closer to my body, feeling overwhelmed by the happiness I feel right now with them.

The boys share a look over my head.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

I wake up to the slight pounding to the temples of my head and throw my covers off me. I want to sleep in some more but the pain isn’t something that I can ignore without painkillers. That, and my stomach is crying for me to eat something.

I drag my feet to the bathroom with my eyes half closed due to sleepiness and the bright sun. Brushing my teeth and lazily scratching at my side, I notice that my makeup from last night got properly taken off. My parents are out of town this weekend and aren’t due back until tomorrow so it couldn’t have been my mom. Did my brother take it off for me..? Oh wait.

Ditching the rest of the party, the guys and I decide to sober up by walking out into the cold night air to the nearest 24-hour diner. After stuffing our faces with shitty breakfast food, I find myself in the bathroom back at home facing away from the sink but leaning my weight against the counter.

Kenny is propped up behind me, my body caged in between his legs. He softly hums to himself as he pins my hair away from my face with the various cute clips he finds in my cabinet. When he’s satisfied, the blonde shifts to wrap his arms around me.

To my front, Craig begins to gently massage the cleansing oil to get rid of all my makeup. When he’s done and everything is a mixed up, gray blob on my face, I open my eyes and stare at him as he inspects me to see that he got everything. Satisfied, he makes eye contact with me again and snickers a nasally ‘cute’ before guiding me to wash my face.

The last thing I remember are soft kisses pressed to my head as darkness envelopes me. Sleep gently carries me as I hear muffled laughter from the other room.

I slowly but surely get myself downstairs with my half closed, sleep-filled eyes and hear low mumbling.

Damn, Stan’s already awake..? After how much he drank last night? Probably eating breakfast with the television on.

The smell of coffee permeates all of downstairs so I robotically take myself to the kitchen for a much needed pick-me-up. I don’t need to fully open my eyes to see where I’m going, having lived in this house all of my life. The mumbling stops as I run on auto-pilot, grabbing a mug on my way to heft myself up onto the kitchen counter, right next to the coffee maker.

As I begin to wake up more from the caffeine, I happily kick my dangling feet back and forth from the height. Opening my eyes, however, I see that all the guys are seated at the dining table that's in the kitchen. All watching me in varying states of deepening red cheeks, slightly agape mouths, and embarrassment.

Oh. They were probably too inebriated to make the separate journeys home and crashed the night instead since the folks are out, I think to myself until someone awkwardly clears their throat.

My sleep-addled brain kicks into overdrive to catch up with the situation and when it finally clicks, I look down to see myself in just an oversized band shirt and my underwear. My go-to pajama fit.

The edge of my makeshift dress rests high above one of my thighs from carelessly throwing myself onto the counter, exposing my lack of a pajama bottom. A flash of soft skin and lacy black reaches my eyes.

My head shoots up to look at the guys in panic, but I notice that my brother is instead, focused on a spot higher up. I look hastily back down, frantically scanning my body until I realize.

They can also see the angry red of the hickey Bebe gave me last night.

[johannestevans]

Ancient Greek Characters and Stories Featuring Greek Gods

Temple Stone

Fantasy short. In a temple of Zeus, a beautiful stranger tells a story of Hades and Persephone. Rated T, 3.5k, with a new appearance from Ganymede Cavendish.

The Gorgon Lives Alone

A snake-headed woman lives in solitude beneath the ground. 1.2k, rated T. CW for non-explicit references to sexual assault.

Very Well

Romance short, 7.5k, rated M. A herbalist is dispatched for his role in an arranged marriage of sorts with a priest of Aristaeus far from home.

Temple Service

A servant at the temple to Hephaestus lusts after an olive-tender.

Rated M, 2.2k, cis M/M, some ancient Greeks! A temple servant and a grove-worker, lots of teasing and banter and flirting.

Pretty City Eyes

A sailor has an encounter with a pretty man in a coffee house. Rated T, 1.5k, some M/M. A pirate from Lesbos throws himself eagerly at an anonymous handsome man — haughty Paris.

Without Mercy

2.6k, rated M, M/M. A retired mercenary seeks out another Spartan — the man, in fact, responsible for the deaths of his family. Featuring massage, guilt, banter, back-and-forth.

Strange Passage

There is something queer afoot on a sea captain’s vessel. Fantasy short. 3.1k. There is a stowaway on the vessel of Captain Tom Warren, and he determines to get to bottom of it.

A Night On The Mountain

In 1954, Loki goes to a party on Mount Olympus with the angel Asmodeus and his brother. Featuring Jean-Pierre Delacroix, Asmodeus, Loki, Dionysus, Ares. A little under 10k, with a bit of Loki/Asmodeus in places — some slice-of-life, some Greek god stuff, a lot of angst and emotions stuff.

Spilled Wine

After observing a magical ritual, a mage more closely observes the priest.

More Cicero Penllwynog with a priest of Dionysus — some post-ritual magical sex! Explicit M/M erotica between two cis men, 2k.

Wine Barrel

The angel Jean-Pierre lets himself get caught by the all-too-friendly Dionysus.

Rated E, trans M/everyone at a party. Featuring object insertion, inflation with a womb filled up with wine, unsafe alcohol consumption, lactation, milking, public humiliation, voyeurism, transformation, very drunk sex, sadomasochism, free use, objectification, begging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation.

There’s no real discussion of consent here, but Jean-Pierre is very much into the whole scenario and trusts Mr Zagre (Dionysus) implicitly, and at no point actually wants to extricate himself or for the fun to stop.

[theluckywizard]

Vintage Smut Fic Prompt List

OR JUST REBLOG AND TAG YOUR DAMN SHIPS 😂

These are erotic fiction titles from the 50s through the 80s. I was researching them for a different project but I have been encouraged to make it a prompt list. RIP all my search algorithms. 100 Titles for your perusal below the cut 👇

Wild Honey

Daughter's Hot Mouthful

The Pleasure Chateau

Office Sex Circus

Some Came Sinning

_______'s Sex Finger

Old School Girl

The Sex Bums

The Sex Persuaders

The Girl Who Writes Dirty Books

The Sex Rebels

Strip Artist

Doctor's Passions

Tales of the Sexy Snake

Wild Spree

Deserving Wife

Training Camp

B-Girl Nympho

Stable Boy

Man Chase

The Lash of Lust

Reckless

Young Widow

The Hayloft

One More for the Road

And Sex is the Payoff

Man Crazy

Secret Lusts

Two Faces of Passion

The Mattress Game

The Skin Tight Sheath

Unnatural Wife

Second Time Woman

The Peeping Neighbors

Lots of Boys!

The Lady Loves It

The Free Lovers

Lurid Lust Charade

Cruel Lips

Dirt Farm

Finishing School

Up and Coming

Boss Man

Wild Hot Housewife

Mother Every Way

The Sweet Smell of Sin

Horny Hot Family

Let's Play Doctor

Lesbo Love-In

Sister's Rope Lust

Weird Passions

Hot Hours

Super-Dick

Letting Herself Go

Wanton Addicts

Hard-Core Love

Another Man's Hell

Make Me

Everything for the Boss

Sex Loving Trio

Orgasmus

Hot Cookies

The Surreal and the Chaotic

She Gave Her All

Sex Library

Temper Tantrums

The Tormented Mistress

Club Sappho

Street Punk

Lovers in Torment

Their Friendly Desires

Beaten by Passion

Hot Hostage

Modern Men

Fit for a King

Dishonored Ladies

Suite 69

The Wrong People

Take Me, Stranger

Serenade to Seduction

Party Girl

Frustration

Swamp Bred

New Widow

Sexy Psycho

21 Gay Street

Of Shame and Joy

Born to be Bad

Kept

Backwoods Tramp

Faithful to None

Horizontal Secretary

Sin Hipster

Runaway Girl

Country Girl in Town

Strange Mood

The Hedonists

This Bed We Made

The Girls Go Camping

Female Tyrant

[dowhatisaynotwhatido]

1. LA- Lizzie Who?

Paring: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Description: The one where you meet a known stranger. 

This is part of a series, initially meant to have 3 chapters

Part 1 (this) | Part 2 | Part 3| Part 4

Warnings: just comfort in this first part. Smut Part 2 and 3 - read warnings in each of them.

Word counter: 1.8k

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Credits: this series directly cites the blog and works of themidnightcrimson. A shout out to her writing skills and damn good fics. The links to her work will be on the fic itself, but also here:

- themidnightcrimson blog | masterlist | innocence (+18) | mommy (+18) | strapwarming (+18)

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"Hello, princess" - a drunk guy slurred pulling a red haired woman's arm. He was a pretty young man in his early thirties,  probably 2 or 3 beers too many. She? She was beyond gorgeous. Her red hair was tucked in her coat, her feature framed but a oversized scarf and sunglasses - although the light was already dim. You were strolling down the street and noticed the woman when she got out of a grocery store a few blocks before. You swear you had seen her before, but you couldn't quite place it.

"Just don't, please " - The woman huffed leaving his hold

"Come on, sweetie. Let me buy you a drink" he grabbed her arm harshly and she flitched

"If you want to keep your arm, I suggest you take your hands off" You said with a dry tone looking straight into the guys eyes. You weren't big, strong or had any kind of super power. You were just a little too familiarized with drunk heterosexual guys and knew how to speak firmly and make them retract into their cochroach lair.

"Há! Just mind your damn business,  dyke" he spat

You exhaled. It didn't matter where in the world you were, there was always a new pejorative "lesbo" world for you to get to know.

"I warned you once." You rasped strolling down at him with a stern look. Yes, it was an act. You had no idea how to react if he didn't step out. But they always did -in the end, they are a bunch of cowards in a pretty skin.

"Uou, no need to get all Mad-max! Jesus. I just wanted to have some fun" He said throwing his hands up in the hair and retracting towards the bar.

"Thank you" She said shyly. She was caressing her forearm and you could see the fair skin there marked by a red hand-sized bruise.

"We got to stick together, right?" You gave her a small smile and pointed forward."My hotel is a few blocks down. Care to walk together?"

She took a sharp breath and looked into your eyes like she was searching for something. You again had the feeling she was familiar to you in some way you could not pin down. Now upfront you could she her dark green eyes and her fair lines with some freckles across her nose highlighted by her lightly flushed cheek. Her voice was sweet, and you could imagine how her giggle would sound.

"Sorry. I was just suggesting to avoid weirdos like that. I could use the company" You smiled softly and added "but is ok. Have a good night". You nodded your head and started to walk pass her just stopping when you felt a light touch in you arm

"Sorry. I was just startled. I am not use to... well.. people being nice" She smiled and shrugged it off " I would like the company, tho"

You chuckled and started walking "No worries.  I can walk you closer to your place if you want to. Is not like I have something else to do."

"I actually live in the next block down the Ritz. I believe that is where you are staying?"

"Yep. That whole luxurious and extra pillow-y hotel. Can you believe they had 5 pillows for me? I am one person!! What can one do with FIVE pillows?" She laughed softly at your joke and you wouldn't mind to hear that sound everyday

"Actually, I am a pillow person. I need at least 3 to sleep peacefully." She said with a smile

You looked at her with a mock shock face

"I didn't see that coming... But that is my fault.. you do live in the nicest area of LA. I should have known you would sleep with 25 pillows on your king size bed with silk sheets matching you silk PJ and you little dog called Pierre" you joked

She laughed hard at it, tears coming from her eyes as she slapped your arm playfully "Ouch!" you teased as she kept clamping her belly over laughing at your joke

" I am sorry. People don't usually roast me like that!" She cleared a single tear out of her eye and looked at you with a wide smile " and my dogs name is Pheobe. She is a lady"  

You stopped in front of your hotel. It was only 7 o'clock and you were stuck in that fancy hotel for at least 24 more hours after your airplane company canceled your flight due to over booking. You were not expecting to stay a few more days in LA after 5 days of boring speeches and farmaceutical propaganda, but you couldn't be annoyed by the delay now that you were looking at her.

"So.." / "Could you.."

You interrupted each other and chuckled. "Go ahead" you said

"Ahm. I was wondering if I could call you up in that offer? To escort me home, I mean" She blured out fidgeting with her coats button

"Of course" You said a little too excitedly for just a few meters more of her company "Please, guide us" you smiled at her and noticed her reddening cheeks.

You were not the best in knowing when a woman was a lesbian, or even when you knew they were, you could never tell when they were flirting of just being polite. But you were absolutely certain that she was a very much straight woman. A very much gorgeous and sexy straight woman? Yes. But straight nonetheless. No way she was flirting.

"What is you name?" She asked simply walking slowly besides you

"Y/N. And yours?" She blushed and looked down the street hiding her face from you

"I am... I am Lizzie" She smiled "What are you doing in town?"

"I was at a conference" You noticed the street got a lot cozier than the bar and party of a few blocks down. It was filled with high-end new buildings with a very expensive look. "Let me guess.... you work with finance" She spitted a high laugh and chuckled

"You have no idea, do you?" She looked at your eyes again as if searching for something and you just nodded back

"Hey. Finance is always a good guess when meeting silk-pillowed-rich people" you smiled

"Sure" She was looking at you with amusement eyes. Her small smile kept and she felt so comfortable talking to you.. Unbeknownst to you, it had neen a while since she got that comfortable with anyone. As a recent divorced woman, all her friends stuck in their own lives or lost to you former partner, she couldn't shale the loneliness away - until now.

"So, Y/N. Would you like a glass of wine?"

You smiled and nodded.

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"THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT A DOG!" You chuckled getting the tiny-little-smallest dog you have ever seen "I had a hamster bigger than that!" You joked taking Pheobe up and meeting a sample sized poodle.

"Don't talk like that in front of her!" Lizzie joked petting Pheobe in your arms with a silly voice "she is a lady! A very fluffy doggy lady, isn't she?"

You smirked "Lady Pheobe..  I will not comment on that"

"And you shouldn't" She smiled crossing the sizable living room towards where you suppose the kitchen is and yelling back at you "let her down and come here"

"Yes, ma'am" you said meeting her in the kitchen.

"Red or Rose?" She showed you two bottles from behind the kitchen island

"I am not gonna pretend to know my wine, Ms. Lizzie" you smirked sitting on the bench in the other side "Better rose, red has a little more effect on me than it should"

"What do you mean by that?" She asked tilting her head with a condescending smile that told you she knew exactly what you meant.

"Exactly what you are thinking" you two chuckled "now come on, do you usually leave your guest thirsty like that?" You moked lifting an eyebrow

She grinned widely and nodded her head opening the red wine "For that sassyness, I am going to pour you red"

You spent the first bottle laughing and joking about small day to day subject. About how you didn't know what to do if Mr. Excalibur (that was his name now) didn't stand down, how your conference looked like a fashion show and you were now in the last few drops of the first bottle, with you trying to guess what she did for a living

"Come on! Tell me!!" You begged

"No! I like that you don't know" She said hiding a smile behind the rim of her glass

"Christ! Am I stupid or something? I feel like I am..... OH WAIT!" You started connecting the dots. The way she seemed evasive when you first met. The fact she wore a sunglass when the day was already dimmed, the way she avoided eye contact with you or Mr. Excalibur... how she thought twice before saying her name... "HOLY FUCK! YOU ARE FAMOUS!" You opened your mouth in true shock...

"Famous is not a profession, Y/N. You still have to guess" She rolled her eyes pouting. She had enjoyed while you didn't know who she was. It made her feel normal and it made you trustworthy - you weren't spending time with her just because she was famous, but because you liked her.

"Writer?"

"No"

"Artist? like, painter or something?"

"No"

"You don't look like a high end athlete..."

"I could be an athlete!!" She joked flexing her arm both of you chuckling "Just give up!"

" Never..." you took the last swing at you glass and walked until you standed right in front of her. "Stay still" 

You were just joking at first, getting close to her and analyzing every single inch of her face. You placed a strand behind her ear and took her reading glasses off. And then there she was. As clear as day. - Elizabeth Olsen. Your celebrity crush. The one you wrote about. You read about. The one you did-way-more-than-that about... How could you miss this? She was shorter than you imagined.  Her dark brown hair was red this evening  - she was shooting another Marvel movie, so that makes sense -, she had no make up on, so you could see her freckles... but no, you should have known.

She exhaled taking you of your trance.

"You figured it out, didn't you?" She pouts

"Yes. I did, Ms. Olsen. " you took a step back and sat in your bench with an embarrassed grin "And you owe me a rose wine"

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[dyouknowwhatimean-archive]

heyyyy sorry for always begging for movies but i am not one of god’s movie watchers so idk how to find good ones. do you have any gay movie recs? and also lesbian ones

never apologize for making me talk about movies my favorite thing to do in the world!!

i'm not really one of those people who has a list of lgbt films they like so i'm probably forgetting a bunch but i love plata quemada (2000), michael (1924), my own private idaho (1991), anything by gregg araki is a good bet, most almodóvar movies, god's own country (2017), i watched all of us strangers (2023) and i loved it, obviously you've already heard of movies like brokeback mountain or moonlight but in case you haven't watched them they really are as good as everyone says... making this list and really struggling here realizing i might not have the fujoshi temperament after all...

for lesbian ones it's easier cause i'm a lesbian. in no particular order mulholland drive (2001), the hunger (1983), black swan (2010), bound (1996), benedetta (2021), the lure (2015), but i'm a cheerleader (1999), vampyros lesbos (1971), high art (1998), disobedience (2017), the handmaiden (2016), anything by jean rollin, debs (2004), alucarda (1977), love lies bleeding (2024) which against all odds i did end up loving so so much.. okay i'm gonna stop now

also let me plug a couple of lists i love

[snaxle]

im a faggot and a dyke and a tranny but if a total fucking stranger called me by those words without my consent, i would tear them to fucking shreds

im going to be completely honest i do not enjoy being called queer slurs in real life, even in a reclaimed sense, even by other queer people. im not gonna get into why because i feel like it's just more personal. however, i am perfectly fine calling myself these things online, and very rarely will i call myself a dyke/lesbo in real life but only in front of very specific people. personally if a queer person in real life called me a faggot, dyke or something else, i would have to ask them not to and hope they respect that. it's just a manner of preference and basic boundaries and i feel like so many people heard the words "reclaim homophobic slurs" and just immediately thought calling random strangers these things whenever without asking first is a completely fine and normal thing to do. idk if that makes sense

[b1adie]

ADRIENE ANGELVIRUS xxiv × mirror pronouns × aro lesbo

… or just adriene, or adri…

this is a sideblog, main is a secret ^_^

uid: 604304306 (north america)

SOME RULES;

please don’t send me fetish content, especially if you are on anon, a minor, or have no age listed. tbh don’t send me any nsfw unless you’re an adult and i’ve asked

i would appreciate if you could avoid tagging my posts with anything like ‘daddy/mommy’ even in a joking way, unless you are using it only as a parental term. keep in mind that i’m a real guy and have to see all of your tags…

don’t comment sinophobic stuff on my posts (ie. “they’ll never make a gay relationship canon because its a chinese game” etc). don’t do any bigoted stuff really but thats the one i’ve mainly seen

if you want to repost some of my stuff, if it’s just a text post edited onto a pic, credit isn’t required (but still appreciated)! if it’s anything more complex, please do credit me, preferably with a link back to the original post. i spend way longer on my silly little edits than you’d expect.

you’re welcome to dm me, but please keep in mind that we start off as strangers, so something you think is funny could be misconstrued as rude or confusing on my end. tone indicators are absolutely fine to use if you’d like. conversely, feel free to ask me for clarification on anything you need, i don’t mind! i know i can be hard to read sometimes.

i’d also prefer you have an age (or at least age range or indicator like minor, 20+, etc) listed if you dm me, but obviously you don’t need to tell anyone anything. that’s just for my own personal comfort. i’m fine being friends with anyone, but a friendship with a high schooler would look a lot different than a friendship with someone around my own age.

if you make/find any art or content about worm theory you have to show it to me asap

FAQ;

(something about genshin impact or wuthering waves or zenless zone zero)

please send that to my genshin blog or my wuthering waves blog OR my zenless zone zero blog instead! (@nabumalikata + @threnodian + @nicoledemaras)

(any lore question)

if i know it i’ll go find the source for you. if i don’t know, you can ask anyway and there’s a good chance i’ll go hunt down some answers for you. i love lore. i know everything

how do you make your (edits/gifs/etc)?

for silly edits usually just picsart, but procreate for the more intense ones. gifs i use a yt downloader site, then capcut to edit, then ezgif. videos either splice or capcut. glitters i made a tutorial here, but like, my method is really complicated since i’m always on my phone, so there’s probably an easier way if you have a pc…

can you make a gif/edit/glitter of this?

probably! be specific with what you want— send me pictures or direct links if you can. requests are always open, just keep in mind i may not do every single one i get, and if i do, it may take a while. BUT!! if you REALLY want some gifs made, you can commission me for them! not required ofc, just an option.

why didn’t you answer my ask yet?

sometimes i see an ask pop up in my activity feed so i answer it right away. otherwise it has to wait til i decide to open my inbox. if it’s an ask that requires some time, like asking about lore or builds or opinions, it’ll probably take me longer to get to. i’m a busy guy, i work 13 hour shifts irl and have chronic hand tendonitis which makes typing hard. ofc if you’re worried tumblr ate your ask, you’re fine to send another, just please don’t be rude or pushy about it, i promise i’ll get around to it ^^;

(worm theory) actually the noblesse worm died because it had so much knowledge so ratio cant be—

he’s a new worm. aha’s second worm. and, the first worm didnt die because it had too much knowledge, it died because aha took its power away.

do you ship (xyz) / how do you feel about (ship)?

probably sure + fine. i can pretty much get behind anything, i’m a multishipper, fine with poly and switching and whatever. the exceptions are child x adult and shipping family members in a romantic or sexual way. 👎.

this thing you said was incorrect!

woops! it happens. bring a source if you’re gonna correct me though— not cuz i don’t believe you, but because i love being right and need to be right next time. if this is about a theory, though, well… sometimes theories dont turn out right. its not MY fault hsr wasn’t cool enough to make Something Unto Death the corrupted remnant of Mikhail’s soul. whatever… my theory is just better than canon

you tagged a post with (character) but they’re not in it!

ah man. i mass tagged everything and am gradually going back and fixing it… send me a link to the post and i’ll edit it!

i’ll add more as i think of it…