#taylor x [redacted]

[piningintrovert]

Nicholas Galitzine as HENRY & Taylor Zakhar Perez as ALEX RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE (2023), dir. Matthew Lopez 

[arrowfleur]

Avior & Starlight:

Put a redactedverse character and a Taylor Swift song to describe them, I'll start

Quinn:

[sadgirlnace]

I hope I never lose you, I hope it never ends

Nancy and Ace make the brave decision to hide their new relationship from their family and friends.

Merry Sleuthmas to @naceisonthecase! I hope you had a wonderful holiday and a happy new year!

I look forward to the day when I write something, and Taylor Swift isn’t on my mind. (jk i hope that day never comes.)

[megplant]

Tangerine 🍊

[scopekale]

i think Baaabe is a Taylor Swift listener. perhaps.

[skyofsilverstars]

Whoever made this playlist, I love you

[udurghsigil]

i can't wait to finish dragging my way through the 1001 albums to hear before you die (including the additions from future editions) so i can make my OWNNN fuckin list to show how fuckin wwrong the original bitches who wrote the book are

[my-wildflwr]

fans were booing taylor on their way out, went to her hotel to keep booing her and the. they started to sing g bad blood…???

[hrtbeomi]

'CAUSE YOU WERE NEVER MINE, NEVER MINE ★ gojo satoru

p. gojo satoru x fem!reader

w. angst (kinda), cheating, taylor swift references, english is not my first language so there's gonna be some redacting issues (sorry)

a/n. it's august season everyone .ᐟ sadly the air is not salty and my door isn't rusty (where i live is winter 😭) anyway, my poor boy satoru is augustine, reader is definitely james but her partner isn't betty (is satoru too, he just doesn't know it) pls let me know if you like it ><

You never meant for it to go this far.

When you first met Gojo Satoru, it wasn’t supposed to be anything serious. It was just an encounter at some party of one of your friends threw that soon turned into a fleeting moment that was meant to be nothing more than a good gossip story. You’d were with someone else at the time, someone predictable, maybe a little bit boring but when that night Satoru’s bright ocean eyes locked onto yours from across the room, everything seemed to change.

Gojo Satoru was a charismatic and effortlessly confident man, he had a magnetic force that you couldn’t resist and before you knew it, you were already sneaking away from the party with him, laughing like seventeen-year-olds as you ran down the streets like you were the only two people in the world. The adrenaline was intoxicating, and when you finally stopped to catch your breath, you realized you’d crossed a line that you weren't supposed to cross.

But you couldn't help it, you were drawn to Satoru like a moth to a flame, knowing full well that you were bound to get burned in the end. You didn’t care though, being with the white haired man was a high you couldn’t get anywhere else. He made you feel alive in ways you hadn’t felt like in years.

You told yourself it was just a fling, something you’d end when the excitement wore off. But the thing is, it never did. The more time you spent with Satoru, the deeper you got pulled into his world. He was unpredictable, spontaneous,always ready to do something new. When you were with him, everything felt like an adventure, like you could be free without a care in the world.

But here's the thing, cheating? so not worth it, with every stolen kiss and every clandestine meeting, the guilt began to build itself. You knew this was wrong, hiding your relationship with Satoru from everyone, including the person you were supposed to be with. It was only a matter of time before it all came crashing down.

And it did.

It was night, you and Satoru were driving through the city in his black car, the wind whipping through your hair as the music blasted from the speakers. You were both laughing, high on adrenaline and the thrill of being together. It was one of those nights where everything felt perfect, like you were just spending quality time with your lover.

But then, as you reached a red light, reality came crashing in. Your phone buzzed with a text from the person you were supposed to be faithful to, asking where you were at such hour and if you were okay. The guilt hit you like a ton of bricks getting thrown at you, and suddenly, the laughter died in your throat. You felt trapped, caught between two worlds that were never supposed to collide.

Satoru noticed your sudden change immediately. He turned down the music and glanced over at you concerned, his smile fading as he saw the look on your face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice soft and sweet but edged with pure worry.

You shook your head, trying to shake off the feeling. “Nothing,” you lied, but you could see in his eyes that he didn’t believe you one bit, you never were good at lying and the man beside you always noticed what you did or didn't do, he knew you better than you knew yourself.

The light turned green, and Satoru hesitated for a moment before keep driving. The car sped forward, but that carefree and loving mood was long gone. The tension in the air was palpable, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him or say anything.

Finally it was Satoru who broke the silence and spoke, his voice a bit quieter this time, “You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”

The question hung in the air, heavy and uncomfortable, you didn’t want to answer but you knew you had to. “. . .Yeah,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t say anything at first. He just kept driving, focused on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than before. You could feel the weight of the silence between you, and it was suffocating.

“I knew this would happen eventually,” Satoru said finally, his tone resigned, “You were never mine to begin with. . ."

His words cut deep, and you felt a pang of guilt twist in your chest, “That’s not true,” you protested, but even as you said it, you knew there was some truth to what he was saying. You’d always known that your relationship with Satoru was built on shaky ground, destined to crumble sooner or later.

But the thought of losing him hurt more than you wanted to admit, it would be the kind of heartbreak time could never mend.

Satoru let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head, "You don’t have to lie to make me feel better, i'm not stupid, you know?”

You stayed silent, what could you say? everything was a mess, and you didn’t know how to fix it.

The white haired man pulled the car into an empty parking lot. The sudden silence was deafening, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. He turned to face you, his expression serious, but there was a softness in his eyes that made your heart ache.

“I’m not mad,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle, “I knew what i was getting into when this thing started between us but i think it’s time we both admit that this can’t go on forever.”

You swallowed hard, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, “I don’t want to lose you, Satoru," you confessed, your voice trembling as he reached out and took your hand, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles.

“I don’t want to lose you either,” he said softly. “But we both know this was never going to last. You're not mine, sweetheart, even if i'm yours.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you felt a tear slip down your cheek. You knew he was right, but that didn’t make it any easier to accept.

Satoru leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment that felt like forever before he pulled back. “It’s okay,” he whispered, “We had our fun, didn’t we? Ww made some memories, had some crazy nights… but now it’s time to let go. . .”

You nodded, even though it felt like your heart was shattering. “No, we'll fix this, okay?” you choked out, trying to wipe away your tears but failing completely, “So don't say that, please”

He squeezed your hand one last time before letting go. “You’ll be okay, love,” he assured you, his voice full of warmth, “And so will i.”

With that, Satoru started the car again and drove you back to your house. The drive was quiet, both of you lost in your own thoughts and when he finally pulled up in front of your place, you turned to him one last time, trying to memorize every detail of his face.

“I love you, Satoru,” you said, your voice barely audible.

He gave you a sad smile, his eyes reflecting the same mixture of pain and acceptance you felt. “I love you too, sweetheart,” he whispered back.

As you stepped out of the car, you felt like you were leaving a part of yourself behind and as you watched Satoru drive away, the reality of what you lost hit you like a freight train but you also knew that you couldn’t have kept living the lie. He had been your escape, your thrill, but now it was time to face the consequences.

If you wanted to be with him there was something you needed to do first, something that should've been done a long time ago but for now, all you could do was stand there with tears streaming down your face, watching as the car of the one you loved disappeared into the night.

But you were gonna do things the right way this time, you couldn't afford to lose the love of your life to a relationship that was slowly dying since the begging of the affair. This time around it wasn't gonna be some messy love affair, it was gonna be just love, true and unconditional love.

© 2024 HRTBEOMI

[vigilxnte-shit]

you can hear it in the silence || matt murdock x reader

summary: it’s been a rough couple of days, but there is always a safe respite with him. you don’t need to see him or hear him talk to feel his love- it’s so strong it’s undeniable, and it’s present in every action he takes.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: if you are a mutual from the w*lb*r s*ot days or just a former [redacted] enjoyer, this may seem familiar as it was originally written for him. however, i was really proud of this little story, so i wanted to revisit it and edit it a bit as my first matt x reader to hopefully make even more friends within this lovely little community! additional warnings: mentions of ED’s, anxiety, stress, domestic cute fluffiness.

a/n: i am such a sucker for husband!matt and i am not sorry about it. dedicated to the tuna team- i love u guys long time <3

you’re tired. that’s nothing new, especially not as of late, but something about the perpetuity and the fact no amount of rest seems to take it away makes it that much more deep. forget your bones, this is the kind of tired you can feel in your lungs, the kind that squeezes out all the oxygen and mocks you for trying to gain it back.

nothing is going your way. the darkest thoughts you thought you’d chased out of your mind were actually just hiding in the shadows, not even collecting cobwebs, lying in wait for the day your brain is just weak enough you’ll give in. 

you did end up eating dinner. you almost didn’t, were too close to teetering off that edge again, the little voice in your head telling you you can’t afford the calories. you’ve sat down too much, it says, you won’t burn those off, but in the end that didn’t matter. in the end, you sat there, staring at your takeout food and sitting in your desk chair, your mind running a million miles a minute before you picture your husband. his beautiful, endless hazel eyes and the way they would slump in heartbreak if he found out you were doing this to yourself again.

so you ate your dinner. you ate it fast and you quickly shoved it away, the container near-empty and forgotten in the bin by the time you left work. even that didn’t stop the tiredness, though, didn’t prevent the slumping of your shoulders and the way each step felt like a mile.

you’re getting home late from work again, as if having dinner at your desk wasn’t an indication. it’s almost 9:30 pm and you have two and a half hours until the devil comes out to play, so matt is probably asleep- dozing off for the precious hours sandwiched between the system’s justice and his own. one immediate detail of the apartment tips you off. it’s not the lights- the constant buzzing of the electricity is too much for his sensitive ears- instead, it’s the lock. he’s left your cheap and semi-rundown apartment unlocked, as per usual.  you always insist he always locks it, what with his track record of ninja break-ins and unexpected visits from old mentors, but he never listens. to him, it’s a little way of saying “i missed you”- i missed you too much to intentionally put an obstacle in between you and i.

inside, the lights are, as expected, off, save for the bathroom light in the hallway. to light your way. despite his hearing, despite the fact he can hear the neighbors breathing and smell a cigarette lit down the street, he always leaves the bathroom light on when you get home. it’s his wordless way of saying you need to head straight to bed, straight to safe, straight to him. he’s shut down the apartment and left a single light to guide you, one that you can turn off as you breeze by or leave it on, if that’s what you prefer- sometimes the dark is scary, and he’ll do anything to make you feel safer.

in the bathroom, he’s laid out your favorite sweats and his columbia t-shirt. your skincare routine is set out in order on the sink and there’s a glass of ice water in the best-insulated glass he could find- you can tell the drink started life as simple a cup full of ice cubes by the way the remaining particles are stuck together. he wanted you hydrated, and he wanted your water to be cold- he knew you wouldn’t drink it otherwise.

when you’re all prepped, your teeth brushed and your skin cosily coddled by the soft, well-loved cotton of the t-shirt and your moisturiser patted in, you switch off the light and make the very short walk to your bedroom.

matt has left your blinds open. you normally close them at night, the glass and plastic giving a slight cushion to every noise on the street, but he can’t have you tripping on your walk to him because you can’t see, can he? in fact, thanks to the little light you have, you can see his figure silhouetted in the covers. he’s a side sleeper, facing towards you, perfect cheekbones and beautiful features only enhanced by the moonlight.

you waste no time in snuggling up to him. you climb onto the other side of the bed first, not wanting to wake him, but once you’re adjusting the duvet around yourself he shuffles to the tiniest bit of consciousness. 

“hi,” you whisper. he’s not even awake enough to give you a verbal answer, his arms simply sliding around your body as he tugs you close to him. you might as well be a stuffed animal, the way he’s clutching you- you don’t mind in the slightest as he lets out a sleepy groan as the only response to your greeting. your head is tucked up against his chest, his nose in your hair as his breathing returns to a slow, relaxed pace. these are your favorite nights, the ones where you get matt to yourself for a bit. the nights you have moments in his arms, calming his senses, your scent and your feel and the sound of your heartbeat easing his aching soul for just a moment before he slips out the window to save the world again.

you close your eyes and just listen to him breathing, to the sound of rest and the man you share your life with. he is everything comforting. he is warm, he is kind, he handles your heart as though it’s the greatest gift anyone has ever given him. 

you didn’t need him to say i love you when you crawled into bed. you didn’t need a text reading that when you were scaring yourself over dinner, you didn’t need a note on a pink post-it next to your toothbrush. you know already.

you are matt murdock’s everything. he would lose his mind for you, fight any war you ask. there’s a picture of you in his office- he can’t even see it, but the edges of the frame have the paint rubbed off, eroded from hours spent tracing the frame, knowing it contains your image.. you are his best friend, his lover, his lifetime companion.

you can hear his love in the silence of your bedroom. you felt it on your solo drive home. you can see it right now, your eyes closed and your lights turned off.

you two are in love. desperately, deeply, unendingly. that may not fix your problems- it may not take your sadness away or shorten the commute home, but in this moment- this little cocoon of blankets and touches and adoration- there is nothing and no one that could touch you.

never in a million years.

[batsyforyou]

Maedhros Sleep Headcanons

Pariring: Maedhros x reader 

Warning: None 

Author’s Note: Blanket Series! Honestly I have discovered that my ability to write longer fics over short fics is crazy different. Short fics? Anxiety. Long fics? Long drawn out suffering. Headcanons? Perfection. 

If Light sleeper could embody a person this would be it. 

You flinched? He’s awake. You take a little deep breath? He’s awake. You turn on your side? He’s awake. 

Not that you can tell the difference with his open eyed death stare. 

Hypersensitivity Sleep fits him great

As mentioned before elves sleep with their eyes open so the creepy staring is 98/100

It’ll feel like someone’s burning holes in your back 

It's kinda like that awkward feeling characters will get in a one bed trope where they don’t hate each other. Pillow walls included. 

He honestly has the widest open eyed stare. Like he’s constantly on the lookout for danger. 

His eyes will remind you of a cartoon sometimes.

Especially if he’s had a bad day or worse a bad night

Honestly between his weight and height you have it hard most nights. 

Like if you wanted space or more important Mae wanted space it ain’t gonna happen chief. Why? As soon as he gets on the bed there is an automatic roll function. 

For you anyway. 

Were you comfortable? Nice and cozied up in the comforter? Not any more. 

Cue the pillow wall barrier 

Cuddles don’t exist here; cuddles happen once in a blue moon. 

He wouldn’t be able to sleep if you left him though so y’all share the same bed

Not that he sleeps anyway. 

PTSD also likes to chime in 

The poor thing 

If he sleeps he doesn’t sleep peacefully, nightmares are constant 

The only downside or upside? Is that if he gets a nightmare it's a deep sleep so he’s not waking up to you he’s waking up to screams and Melkor tickling his ear. 

Flight or fight gets in pretty often so the extra space between you and him isn’t just to annoy you

Also please don’t wake him up from a nightmare 

When he does cuddle though it's like the sunny day after a big rainstorm and you stepped into heaven

Will never lay on top of you, is too afraid to hurt you

Will freakout if you cuddle up to him as the big spoon

Don’t grip his hair at night either. PTSD overload on that one 

If he cuddles you he’ll do it in the daylight were he has zero chance of falling asleep and where he feels safe enough

He’ll either spoon you as the big spoon or let you lay on him and just gently pet your head and stroke your hair. 

Will give you a kiss to your temple and if he’s had a good day he might fall asleep like that 

Though I suggest you watch him carefully, no need to get punched in the gut by an 8ft elf

And speaking of him being 8ft he will have a major problem sleeping in a bed that isn’t exactly taylored to him 

Will be too long for an average bed 

So you sleep in a gigantic sized bed, your feet never reach the end

This elf has also seen the light of the Two Trees but don’t be afraid; he isn’t Glorfindel 

His hair and eyes glow very dimly because of *redacted* 

So it’ll be a coin flip for awe so cute or that's kinda creepy. If y’all have seen Stargate and watched the goa'uld light up their eyes it's kinda like that but waaaay less light. 

So the glowing eyes/hair paired with his wide, open death stare burning holes into you sometimes makes you uncomfortable. 

He doesn’t move when he sleeps not because he sleeps heavy but because he doesn’t want to take the chance of ruining your sleep

Overall this baby needs some serious therapy and is a 4/10 sleep buddy

Masterlist

[bigassbowlingballhead]

hey jon have we thought lately about how redacted taming the weho menace definitely went down in a semi sugar daddy kinda way?

tzp was def strapped for extra cash bc even as a working model and part time actor la is expensive as shit, and then he meets redacted and when they start to get serious redacted definitely wants to pay for a bunch of his stuff. but taylor has that working class pride thing where he’s like “i dont need your money i can earn my own way but you can buy me pretty things and take me dancing!” and so redacted does exactly that because he’s absolutely whipped for this ridiculous and beautiful man. i like to think of that sunshine x grumpy trope where taylor is dancing and having a great time and being his beautiful self and redacted is just watching him and smiling like god damn it. i love him.

just a thought.

gia is it dinner time because you're feeding me.

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

Finally They Have A FC!

Yes, I had some (read: too much) ocs without fc that were already on my masterlist... but now they have one! (Everyone thanks my brainstorming for my new ocs)

Good Omens

Althea Price - witch; Eltanin’s girlfriend; immortal being (kind of? it’s complicated)

Her faceclaim is Diana Silvers!

Shadowhunters

Nico Lightwood - Shadowhunter; descendant of Violet & Samuel’s kids; Vienna’s younger brother; lives in Rome Istitute; main character in TWP (Yes, I know that series is not out yet)

His faceclaim is Finn Wolfhard! 

Alice Knight - witch/warlock; adoptive “mother” of Lydia Knight; Alice and Magnus are like the fixed points of all the series lmao; angst queen

Her facelaim is Lily James!

Lydia Knight - witch/warlock; Elys’ childhood friend; Brian’s girlfriend

Her faceclaim is Vanessa Morgan!

Brian White - werewolf; Elys’ childhood friend; Lydia’s boyfriend

His faceclaim is Mark Mckenna!

Jackson Milligan - Mundane; Elys’ adoptive father

His faceclaim is Tyler Hoechlin!

Samuel Milligan - Ascent Shadowhunter; Mundane raised in a Shadowhunter family; Alistair Carstairs’ parabatai; madly in love with Violet Lightwood

His faceclaim is Josh Whitehouse!

Vienna Lightwood - Shadowhunter; Nico’s older sister; been to the Academy the same year with Simon Lewis

Her faceclaim is Shelley Henning!

Cassandra Blackthorn - Shadowhunter; Ty and Livvy’s twin sister (they’re a triplet); main character in both TDA and TWP

Her faceclaim in TWP is now Emilia Jones! (Her fc in TDA is Malina Weissman)

Downton Abbey

Lady Elisabeth Crawley - second daughter in the Crawley family; takes shit from no one; her and Sybil could run the world if they wanted to

Her faceclaim is Keira Knightley!

Madeline Barrow - Thomas Barrow’s niece; the most rebel girl in town; a menace to society

Her faceclaim is Millie Bobby Brown!

MCU/Marvel

Victoria Vill (2) - Spider-Girl; Vicky from Raimi!Verse

Her faceclaim is Emmy Rossum!

Victoria Vill (3) - Aranea; Vicky from TASM!Verse

Her faceclaim is Willa Holland!

Ate Erisdottir “Aimee” - goddess; daughter of Eris; Loki ship (they’re literally soulmates okay? 🥺)

Her faceclaim is Emilia Clarke! 

XCU (X-Men)

Leia Forbes - Mutant; half-aware of the fourth wall; Wade ship

Her faceclaim are Zoe Kravitz & Margot Robbie! (Trust me, it has sense, okay?)

Ness Fitzgerald - Hellfire; Ness from the original timeline

Her faceclaim is Angelina Jolie!

Ness Fitzgerald - Hellfire; Arcane; Ness from the New Timeline (but not First Class)

Her faceclaim is Nina Dobrev!

RiordanVerse

Catarine “Cata” Johnson - Redacted; parents Redacted; Apollo/Lester’s friend (her story is setted during TOA); powerful lesbian

Her faceclaim is Rachel Zegler!

Evelyn Chase - Magnus’ adoptive sister; daughter of Loki; TJ ship

Her faceclaim is Kiernan Shipka!

Teen Wolf

Redacted “Addie” Lewis - werecat; Stiles ship

Her faceclaim is Anya Taylor-Joy!

Stranger Things

Autumn Hopper - 013; Anya Richards; Hawkins Lab experiment; Miles Henderson’s sister figure; Steve ship

Her faceclaim is Jenny Boyd!

Under this you have my Harry Potter ocs! You’ve been warned!

Harry Potter 

Nath Andrews - wizard; part of the S.Q.U.A.D.; Ravenclaw;

His faceclaim is Jordan Fisher!

Theo Denton - wizard; part of the S.Q.U.A.D.; Gryffindor

His faceclaim is Evan Mock!

Callisto Black - witch; daughter of Rosalinf and Sirius; sister of Jan us and Justine Black; Hufflepuff

Her faceclaim is Danielle Campbell!

Janus Black - wizard; son of Rosalind and Sirius; brother of Callisto and Justine Black; Gryffindor; Luna Lovegood ship

His faceclaim is Joe Keery!

Justine Black - witch; daughter of Rosalind and Sirius; sister of Callisto and Janus Black; Slytherin

Her faceclaim is Alba Baptista!

[dingbingbats]

would've done this sooner but i was tagged around when i was shadowbanned lol

coke or pepsi? dr pepper unless cherried coke

disney or dreamworks? #shreksweep

coffee or tea? somda...

books or movies? uhhhhhh. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

windows or mac? windows all the way

dc or marvel? i just like james gunn's work o

x-box or playstation? nint swi

dragon age or mass effect? haven't touched either ever

night owl or early riser? night owl alright

cards or chess? no bongcloud in cards :(

chocolate or vanilla? choclayate all the way

vans or converse? shoes is shoes

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar? no fuckin clue what those are

fluff or angst? both's good

beach or forest? depends on bugs

dogs or cats? kimmy

clear skies or rain? rain it's too hot here usually

cooking or eating out? eating out ig. sensory issue...

spicy food or mild food? my spice tolerance is below sea level

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas? idrk at this point. month off school but family and no friends

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? neither what is wrong with you. cold ig

if you could have a superpower, what would it be? shapeshifting or invisibility ez

animation or live action? animation (esp 2d, pixel, and stop mo) but practical effects are sick as hell

paragon or renegade? whichever is funnier

baths or showers? bath

team cap or team ironman? taylor hebert kill them with spiders. but eh ig i like captain america in terms of representing progress (and not being a billionaire)

fantasy or sci-fi? fantasy but i do like sci-fi elements

do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they? idk but there are some shitposts that replay in my mind on a semiregular basis

youtube or netflix? youtube ig

[REDACTED]

when do you feel accomplished? when im doing better than someone else tbh

star wars or star trek? i like the funi robots

paperback books or hardcover books? hardcover

to live in a world without literature or without music? depends on if we count comics as literature i think

who was the last person to make you laugh? idk

city or countryside? city

favorite chips? fucked up in the club eating detos

pants or dresses? pants

libraries or museums? natural history museums

character driven stories or plot driven stories? that juicy midpoint.

bookmarks or folding pages? bookmarks wtf is wrong w/ you

Dream job? i do not dream of labor. money for having opinions would be nice tho

What gives you comfort? friends, blorbos and catharsis

what are some of your favorite song lyrics? chorus, "Nobodyʼs perfect anymore / So why canʼt I be your golden boy?", all of this

favorite ice cream flavor ever?

tagging others, add your own new question at the end if you follow up: @rapt0r @that-one-empty-skull @tatangadragon @not-too-many-eyes

[ironicmangoo]

I’ve decided to do an about me cause why not?

My name is [Redacted] but you can call me Nessa or Elle, whatever rocks your boat.

I can’t think about anything else that’s interesting… so onto fandoms

[bisluthq]

I’m the anon who a few times has mentioned my mum watching YouTube shorts on theories about Taylor and her Easter eggs and Travis and Taylor x Travis and their invisible strings and she’s slowly turning into a shipper lol.

Anyway she saw a video the other day about Taylor’s new dresses for the acoustic set and how some people were comparing them to pride flags. All my mum could say was “…. her last dresses were much nicer” 💀😂 which then lead to a conversation about sexuality and I said how I think I’m probably asexual, but idk and don’t really like all the labels. My mum asked me what I meant, I said I don’t think I feel sexual attraction, at least not like others who are often horny and I’m not. She nodded and agreed that sounds like me. It was as casual as talking about the weather but on the inside I felt relief and excitement 🥰 I told her I wanted this to stay between the two of us though. She nodded more and said how it was better not to tell people and at first I wasn’t sure why, but then she said one of my aunts “came out as a lesbian and it was a huge thing but then she broke up with her girlfriend later on and started dating a man so she actually turned out to be bisexual, then she dated other people, I can’t remember if she had more women or men but now she’s back with a woman again and is too old to find someone else so she probably is a lesbian after all….. just bring people home, or don’t bring people home and explain it later NOT BEFORE like Auntie redacted, it gets too complicated for everyone else” 💀😂 LOL

I just wanted to share with someone and can’t share irl but yay!!!!!!!!!

Also I know my mums comment reads a bit biphobic or not being as up to date maybe as our generation, but she is accepting and loving of aunt redacted and is very much love is love but she can’t remember the order lgbtq+ goes in so doesn’t like the labels because she can’t remember them.

And I am still figuring it all out and find labels confusing and I knew my mum would be accepting of whatever label I am but it was still felt really good to actually have that chat and it go how it did 🥰

Back to Tayvis though, she hopes they get married lmao

your mum and your family sound awesome. I tend to agree with her to a degree on like coming outs lmao? Like obviously you can and should if you want to but I also think sexuality is so confusing for so many of us that we wind up having a LOT of comings outs and it’s confusing to us and other people too. I know I’ve come out as different things lol at different points and I’m bi right but I also think if I am with a woman longterm in the future I may call myself a lesbian again because it streamlines the whole thing. Idk. I also know a lot of other girls especially who’ve called themselves different things because they’ve been confused or maybe that’s even the wrong way of looking at it - because they felt that label fit but then they changed their minds. Being a person isn’t easy. It is a lot easier when your mum is awesome though.