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[queerliblib]

Pulp Fiction anyone??!

Here at Queer Liberation Library we’ve got you covered! from Beebo Brinker, to the Gay Detective, this was such a fun collection to put together for our readers

they are flying off our digital shelves though, so get your holds in when you can! 🌈

[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

[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 tori 🌟

prns are they/she

i’m a 22 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.

[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]

ARCADIA ANGELVIRUS xxiv × mirror pronouns × aro lesbo

… or just ari, or cadi…

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

SOME RULES;

please don’t send me any nsfw content unless you’re an adult and i’ve asked

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.

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

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

DONT PISS ME OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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…

[oingomyboingos]

i’m so frustrated on past me’s behalf. stop me if you’ve heard this one before.

i’m in high school coming out as bi. every time i walk to class strangers ask me if i’m a lesbo because they saw me and my partner holding hands. gay friends start making useless lesbian jokes about me. I don’t have the heart to correct them because for once they’re seeing something about me as funny and they at least don’t call me slurs. I am called a lesbian by other bi women because “you don’t date men.” I don’t really date much of anyone after my ex. i’m confused

i’m in undergrad coming out to relatives and getting told by family that “it’s all a phase.” even my aunt who is bi tells me, well-meaningly, that “you don’t know who’s out there, could be lots of guys for you.” I cannot describe why the idea of being with a man as I am makes a scared animal try to claw its way out of my chest. I start identifying as a lesbian, so as to avoid thinking about it.

I’m in senior year laying on the floor. the ceiling fan blades spin overhead. unrelated, I am going to vomit. related, I am a boy. sometimes. and something else indescribable. but I like being a girl? what do I do with my hand sewn skirts and corsets? my head is in a panic but the beast in my chest has finally found some rest.

I am a graduate student stuck living at my parents’ house during lockdown. I feel trapped, but my friends help me think about things other than family troubles. we watch bad dating shows and one friend yells at me for commenting on the bodies of the men. I am not allowed to have comments on men she finds attractive. “you’re a lesbian, no one cares what you think about them anyway.” “lesbian” not “dyke” or “lesbo,” but the word still stings with a familiar smart. it feels more like a cage than a safeguard at this point.

I am living on my own. one of my coworkers who loves playing matchmaker tries to set me up with my other coworker. I cannot get the words “sorry i’m a dyke” to come out of my mouth. somehow, they get stuck between my tonsils. I share that I think i might be bi with a different friend. we get high and her boyfriend tries to use me as their unicorn, without either her or I’s prior consent or conversation. My mental health spirals.

I move in with friends. I am happier than I have ever been. I buy a binder and give myself an asthma attack from how much euphoria I have from being able to run up and down the stairs without bouncing. I wear a vest and trousers. I start a collection of silly hats and sunglasses. I schedule a top surgery consult. I avoid getting insurance approval. that would make it all feel too real. I don’t deserve nice things.

I am still trying to muster up the courage to figure out when I am doing something that brings me joy, and when I am simply on the path of least resistance. by now, I know myself enough that joy has an easier to make out outline. I know the path to it. it’s just getting there that’s the problem. crawling uphill while my own insecurities pile in a mountain beneath my feet.

it is twelve past five in the morning and I am writing this. I don’t know why—but it feels good. my gender and my sexuality feed off each other in odd loops, and i’ve never heard anyone else talk about something like this before. maybe shouting into this void will help find others. maybe it will just give me the space to air it out. I need to email my psychiatrist about my insurance letter. thinking of it makes me anxious. but I will try and sleep now. tackle those mountains tomorrow.

[gidianthe]

best badly written cringe lesbians

-enid sinclair

-max & chloe

-piper mclean

-that lesbo from stranger things

-every CW woman

[send-me-a-puffalope]

HII IDK WHO YOU ARE I FOUND YOUR BLOG BECAUSE YOURE A SAPPHIC FNAF TRUTHER BUT APPARENTLY ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! FROM A FELLOW SAPPHIC FNAF STRANGER!!

LMFAOOOOOFJWJDISK it’s desperate in these parts, us fnaf sapphics need to congregate and form our own lesbos pangaea. and TYSM SAPPHIC FNAF STRANGER ❤️❤️❤️ I APPRECIATE YOU SM

[thebreakfastgenie]

Why are you comfortable with using some words considered slurs? Like I assume there are people who have been or are hurt by those words too

There's a lot more depth I could give this if I spent a lot of time on it, but the short version is context.

I still have mixed feelings about words like dyke and lesbo, and I only ever use them to refer to myself (or once I said a character was having an "ok dyke" moment which was a Tig Notaro reference). Queer is a slur, but it is not only a slur, and at this point it simply has too much mainstream functionality to not use it, so I do when it's appropriate. I also use queer only as an adjective, I may say "queer people" but I will not say "queers," I may say someone "is queer" if they identify with that label, but I will not say someone is "a queer."

People often bring up that gay has been used as a pejorative, but even at the peak of that, it was also in mainstream neutral and positive use (gay rights, gay marriage, etc.). Queer is now in mainstream use, it's used by many organizations and in academia.

Even dyke, which I would not be okay with a stranger calling me outside of very specific spaces, has certain mainstream uses: a straight friend may ask about Dyke March, or attend themselves, Allison Bechdel's comic strip is called Dykes To Watch Out For.

The f slur doesn't have any of that. There is no context where it is anything but a slur. It was the preferred slur of the nastiest homophobes in my country in very recent history. Do you remember the GOD HATES F**S signs? I was a gay tween seeing those in the news all the time. The f slur is considered bad enough in 2023 that when Ted Lasso did an entire storyline about someone using it, we did not even hear the word spoken.

I live with a gay man who uses the f slur in certain contexts. I saw a man wearing a t-shirt with that word at the gay bar. These are okay with me, because there is a context. But being constantly bombarded with it by strangers who use it like a two-year-old who just overheard their parent say fuck doesn't feel good. It's a hurtful word. It's not a word I trust straight people with, which means it's not a word I trust stranger with.

This may not be evident from your end, but I do put a lot of thought into when and how I do use words that can be considered slurs.

[wiimotion]

The name ‘yuri’ was actually a really good short, palatable, catchall name for our trio.. ( ՞ټ՞) I join a game with strangers, the best case scenario is everyone goes “YAYY GL JOINED!!!!” and the worst case scenario is someone gets angry with me and goes “heh… well… at least my name doesn’t mean Lesbo art…..” As if .. I am supposed to be shocked or ashamed by this information…? Nah…. I Am Mega Lesbian, OK? *snaps my fingers and your conscious is trapped inside dynastyreader forever and whenever people visit the site you’re scrambling around and it looks like they have an ant in their monitor and they’re like ‘what the heck ew’*

[nxellazellzz]

me . VaNella , ??-teen , she / her, big ol’ lesbo , tlou , stranger things , yellow-jackets , bottoms (multi - fandom) , shifter , lover of Caitlin Clark, ginger ale, and Mcaffertys (HIS MUSIC NOT HIM(˚☐˚”))☀️

(( . 🌎 * + 0 " . ° .

rules . I have no problems with different ages interacting with this acc but pls don’t be weird , if I post any art on here please don’t repost it (it makes me sad (˙◠˙)) , this is my only tumblr account soo .. , if I write it will only be fem ch x fem reader sorry >…<! .

Who I write about for fandom:

Tlou . Abby, Ellie, Dina

Yellow Jackets . ig all of em?

Bottom . Just Hazel lol

stranger things . Max , Robin , Nancy , Eleven

Harry Pottah . Hermione

BT-DUBS . If I feel comfortable enough you’ll probably get my other socials , but for now toodles toots !!💙🖍️‼️

#robin buckley#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#blog intro#stranger things fanfics#about me#stranger things x reader#navigation#requests open#taking requests#reqs open#blog rules#masterlist

[capricciocreates]

you are not a hideous monster 🔫

(im not a mutual or anything, just a random lesbo who was spying on the tags/reblogs of that one post but)

dont talk about yourself like that!! you are your own best friend and you are stuck with yourself forever, everyone else may come and go bur we will always be ourselves for better or for worse. everything you love about life are things youve only experienced because youve taken the initiative to let yourself. keep letting yourself, and i hope one day you learn to love yourself too. i yhink its total bs that no one can love you until you love yourself, im sure plenty of people love you, but i hope you learn to love the woman who wakes up with you each morning, gets up even when its hard, bathes you and feeds you and dresses you, takes the steps to ensure that the world sees you the way youre meant to be seen. we all may have support from many places, but its meaningless without US. ourselves. you are no monster, and i hope you learn that some day.

also, i like your hair. the cut suits you and so do the colors. you have pretty green eyes and i like the shape of your face and your sense of style. nothing about you comes across as monstrous and i know maybe you were just kidding but i hope you know.

Oh my gosh....thank you so much. I've just been going through some heartache and needed to hear this. Thanks a lot for making me cry again. 😭 Also, please don't be a stranger. I'd love to be friends. 🥺👉👈