#the l in link stands for lesbian

[naetles]

happy international lesbian day

[kiyomitakada]

i know its a classic. possibly cliche already. but i do wonder about Tumblr In The Death Note Universe probably more than i should

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💅 toxicbff Follow

if i see one more post attributing kira's powers to ~supernatural powers~ instead of the obvious fact that the cia is doing a coup I'm going to start giving You the heart attacks

💅 toxicbff

of course i saw the news how does that not prove my point further

the idea that all the police around the world could be mobilized by one single person is ridiculous (just look at this list of how many civilian militia there are globally)

heart attack victims don't seize the way "lind l tailor" did

i don't know how to tell you that You Can't Kill People Just By Knowing Their Name And Face because this is Real Life and not the newest grimdark marvel villain

people need to stop being scared of the ~bogeyman in the closet~ and wake up to the fact that usamerica is trying to take over the goddamned world

💅 toxicbff

im going to kill you all and nuke this website

#sayonara you weeaboo shits

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👾 lets-go-geeks Follow

DO TRUMP NEXT

🕵🏾‍♀️ penny-penelope Follow

LIKES TO CHARGE REBLOGS TO CAST

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��️‍🔥 lovesickened Follow

i know its stupid but im so fucking scared for my brother i heard that seven people died this week at the prison he's in and iinjust dont kenow what to do ihate him for ehat he did to mom but i never wanted him to die

#vent tw #delete later

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🏎 fastandyurious Follow

if i get a single more comment about why i don't tag "genderbend" on my kiratective fics i'm going to blow up the entire building. we don't know EITHER of their genders. why don't YOU tag your mediocre yaoi genderbend instead

🔆 sparkling-world Follow

…OP, you realize the news reports all consistently use "he," right?

🏎 fastandyurious

of course i do???? just because you see something on the news doesn't mean you have to believe it?????? they don't have any information on kira yet but i'm supposed to believe the fbi knows their gender already??????? also kira is literally a fucking girl's name my classmate in elementary school was called kira

🔆 sparkling-world

Kira comes from the Japanese romanization for "killer," it isn't gendered whatsoever.

Also, evidence shows the majority of serial killers are male, so I'd argue that the statistics favor the fujoshis here.

🏎 fastandyurious

well evidence shows that female serial killers are just more fun to write about and I'd argue that you're ignoring my fucking POINT which is that we DON'T KNOW KIRA'S GENDER and if people don't want to read lesbian kiratective they can FUCK OFF MY BLOG

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I offer you an Eggman in these trying times.

🔮 I-stands-for-le-gay Follow

@lashitpostcalligrapher yo can i get "the statistics favor the fujoshis" on my tombstone

#fandom: kira rpf #ship: kiral #never heard it called kiratective before… #also uh. prayer circle for op's classmate lmaoooo

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💃🏻 modelingmadness Follow

BOYCOTT EIGHTEEN MAGAZINE

THEY ALLOW KIRA-SUPPORTING MODELS AND ARE COMPLICIT IN THIS MASSACRE

SOURCES HERE AND HERE (TRIGGER WARNING: KIRA DISCUSSION)

PUSH BACK AGAINST HEART ATTACKS

🧚🏽‍♂️ harubaru Follow

golly gee ^_^ suddenly i feel like taking to the high seas in a way that the eighteen company cant get profit from. oh no ! who left this link here

🐦‍⬛ kuro--misa Follow

thanks for the link but jesus fucking christ man what happened to free speech. misa-misa's parents were killed by a burglar who kira punished. did you all expect her to just sit there, look pretty, and say nothing about it?

you people only like models when they're nice pictures for you to consume. you only like them two-dimensional and smiling and hot. the second a woman actually speaks her mind she's thrown to the wolves

💃🏻 modelingmadness

DID YOU NOT SEE MY BANNER YOU PIECE OF SHIT

#BLOCKED

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🐦‍⬛ kuro--misa Follow

lol. lmao even

#they blocked me but whatever #official eighteen site just said misamisa wont be in the next issue #(eighteen sucks but i kind of want to use it more out of spite now) #so much for apologism huh? #god. i feel sick. #hasn't she been through enough.

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Imagine you're going home after a long day. Suddenly there's a sound. "Huh? Whose there" you ask, dropping your keys on the floor. Then you feel it. A knife pressing in your neck.

"Don't move kitten" Kira purrs behind you. "You're all mine now…"

#kiraxreader #kiraxoc #kira #kira rpf #kira investigation #kira fucker #kira fudger #kira lover #kira haters dont touch #kira haters please touch #kira supporters please touch #l

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asahi-the-student-deactivated201

Hello, everyone! My little sister told me about this microblogging platform (I admit, I'm a Twitter refugee) and that many of you are discussing the Kira investigation on here. I'm really interested in hearing what your thoughts are!

💋 sunny-sayu Follow

let the record show he lasted like. a day

#i think it was the imagines that did him in #bro is so sensitive :p

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kiyomitakada

the world could be beautiful

[ @deathnotetober day 14: trigger ]

[roses-for-rosalyn]

Cowboys

Ellie x reader (for now)

Part 2

summary: A stranger comes to your door- it turns out it's not one of your usual encounters cw: guns, cowboy lingo, fem! reader, cowboy crossdresser Ellie, eventual smut, blood, injuries, your average confusing lesbianism, eventual smut, no use of y/n wc: 3.6k

for those who prefer ao3 <3 gotchu minors DNI (I will steal all you pillowcases)

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Nothing could beat the beauty of the sunset in the desert. Purples, blues, oranges, and yellows swirled together to paint a new masterpiece every night. And every night you would sit on your small, wooden porch with a cup of tea and watch as the sun slowly sinks into the horizon. Tonight was no exception. 

The sky becomes darker and darker until the moon and the stars come out, bathing the desert in a silver light. You struggle with the stubborn, old front door for a moment before you step into your little ranch house.

A chill runs through you as the temperature outside rapidly declines. You kneel in front of the fireplace and use the little kindling you have for a fire. It was enough to keep you warm for a few hours while you read yourself to sleep. Sometimes you felt lucky that it was a small enough house that the small fire would warm up the whole place. Your bed was just a few paces away from the mantle. 

You stand up and dust off your hands before starting to undress for bed. As you begin to unbutton your bodice a knock sounds from the front door. 

You scramble for your rifle by your bedside and check to make sure it’s loaded. You peek through one of your front windows to catch a glimpse of the mysterious stranger. At this hour and on the edge of town, your visitors weren’t usually friendly. 

It seems a cowboy has paid you a visit this evening. Haven’t seen one of those in a damn long time. A gun is proudly holstered on his hip next to a lasso, and his black large-brimmed hat keeps his face dark enough that you can’t quite make it out. 

He knocks again, louder. You creep up to the front door and slowly open it. Before he can process who opened the door you aim your rifle right at his chest. 

“Hands up.” You demand, your voice is surprisingly steady. 

“Woah there, I just stopped to ask for some directions.” A deep, yet feminine voice replies. It sounds like she was all too sure you weren’t going to be using that weapon on her, she didn’t even bother to move. You cock the gun, trying like hell to keep your expression blank, unphased while your entire body fills with adrenaline. She takes a step back and puts her hands up. Her hat still covers her face in shadow, it’s like confronting a ghost. 

“You should have stopped somewhere else.” You take a step towards her, closing the door behind you while keeping your vision trained on the woman. 

“You’re much different than the other women I’ve run into out here.” She looks up slightly, the moonlight illuminating pink, slightly chapped lips forming a smug smirk. “Where’s your husband, miss?”

“I swear if you don’t get back on your goddamn horse I’ll put a hole right through your chest.” she steps towards you, the muzzle of the gun pokes right under her collarbone. 

She finally looks at you, silver light exposes a sharp, feminine face dotted with freckles darkened by days in the sun. The sight of her face catches you off guard for just enough time, allowing her to grab the barrel of the rifle and pull it right out of your hands. She drops the gun and it clatters loudly to the ground, echoing through the empty desert landscape. She grabs your wrists before you can start fighting back and pins them above your head against the door with one hand. 

“There,” she grunts as you struggle against her grip, she’s surprisingly strong, “now we can have a conversation.” 

“Go to Hell.” You say, seething with rage and frustration because she was able to overpower you so easily. She shakes her head and laughs for a moment, saying something under her breath like all this trouble. 

You were just about to spit in her face when she said, “Where’s the nearest hotel darlin’?” Your eyes widen at the innocent question, slightly embarrassed. This was a first, she really just needed directions. She uses your stunned silence to talk some more, “I’ve been savin’ up so I could have a bed for the night. And I could really really use a bed tonight, miss.” You stop struggling against her grip and she lets go. She still has that stupid smirk on her face. “So if you could point me in the right direction it would be much appreciated.” 

“Head southwest, you’ll hit a trail that will lead you right into town.” You dust off your dress and straighten it out. 

“Much appreciated, darlin’.” She tips her hat and walks off toward her horse. You watch in shock as she mounts her horse and before riding away she says just loud enough, “I’ll be seein’ you.” And with a nod, she was off. 

You slowly bend down to pick up the Winchester, cradling it against your chest as you watch the stranger disappear into the night. As you head inside you wonder if you ever will see that strange woman again, and fall asleep debating whether or not you would want to.

**  **

The next morning you head to the school house. The steady feeling and sound of your horse trotting along the dirt path always forced your mind to wander elsewhere. Right now you couldn’t stop thinking about the woman from last night. The schoolhouse was right in the middle of town, would you see her again? Would she even recognize you? If she did, would she even try to talk to you?

The interaction was a bit embarrassing for you, but to be fair you had your fair share of vile men looking for trouble and hostile groups of Apache knocking on your front door. Your father had taught you how to use his Winchester rifle, the very same rifle you use now, and you mentally thanked him for it every night. You had only used it to kill one man, he wouldn’t take no for an answer and you gave him plenty of warnings. He didn’t believe your threats so now he was buried about 500 feet from the house in an unmarked grave, you were sure no one would miss a man like that. Most of the time the Apache would just come to ask questions about men passing through the area, they never tried to attack you, thankfully, but they would always come at the most ungodly hours and were quite impatient. 

Last night was a first, you had never had a cowboy knock at your door, and then she ended up being a woman. The idea of her was so intriguing and you couldn’t figure out why. For some reason, she shook you more than anyone else had since you lived out here. And you’d seen quite a lot.  

Your thoughts are interrupted as you reach town, the sound of rickety carriages, hooves against the packed dirt road, and the chatter of men in front of the Sheriff’s Office make it hard to focus. 

“Hello there, sunshine!” you hear a male voice call out. You turn towards the voice to see Jesse making his way past you on horseback, lugging today's newspapers to the apothecary. He made the trip from Sante Fe every morning. He was nice enough, you liked talking to him, but not as much as you felt like you should. The ladies at the apothecary, Dina, and Maria, would always encourage you to talk to him. They desperately wanted you to move on from your husband. He was long gone and you knew that, you were even thankful for it, which is why you were nervous to start again. You didn’t want to have to go through anything like that again. 

You wave back and smile, “Hi there, Jesse.” You decide to be polite, “Hear anything good today?” He tightens the reins of his horse and stops right next to you. 

“They struck gold in Elizabethtown, and there’s gonna be a shortage of tobacco ‘round these parts within the week because of a dust storm over in Tennessee.”

“Well, I’m sure they’ll have a panic on their hands pretty soon then. I don’t know a man here who can live without their cigars.” You smile and Jesse laughs politely at your attempt at a joke. 

“Alright, don’t want the kids to show up before I do, I'd best be headin’ to the school.” You yearned to leave this awkward conversation through any means possible. Today was not the day for small talk. 

“Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow then, miss.” Your head snaps towards Jesse. You’re suddenly transported to last night and listening to the way the cowboy’s words would drip from her lips, smooth as honey “Miss”. Calm and sure even with a gun pointed right to her heart. 

You quickly snap out of it and nod politely at Jesse as you begin to part ways. You head to the schoolhouse in a hurry, the kids gave you hell if you were late. 

** **

You’re beginning to lock up the schoolhouse when you hear footsteps approaching. “Well hello there, miss.” You recognize the voice all too quickly, you don’t even need to turn around. “Was really hopin’ I’d find you here.” 

As you fish into your pocket for the key you respond, “And how exactly did you find me here?” you turn around and begin to walk past her toward your horse. She follows you. From a brief glance at her, you can see she wears a bandana to cover her face, you could only see her eyes. “You don’t even know my name.”

“I just asked those nice ladies at the apothecary if they knew the women who lived just outside of town, they were more than happy a “nice gentleman” took interest in you. They told me just about everything they knew, your name, some snippets of gossip. I’m sure if I stayed they would’ve told me your life story” You finally turn to face her, your expression unamused. She took her hat off at some point when she was talking to you, her eyes are green, radiant in the unrelenting desert sunlight. You were almost jealous. She wore a dark blue button-down that sat surprisingly flat against her chest and suspenders. She could pass for a man if she wanted to. “So, I take it you don’t have a husband then?” 

“What’s it to you?” you cross your arms, defensively.

“I was just curious, I asked last night, but you weren’t exactly in a talking mood.” You swear you can make out her smirk under the bandana. 

“No, I haven’t had a husband for quite a while. Is that what you came all the way here to ask me?” She lowers her bandana and steps towards you, backing you into your horse. 

“No, I came to ask a favor.” She hesitates for a moment, “No one here can know that I’m, um, well you know..”

“A woman?” pretty easy to piece together after seeing the bandana. 

“Yea,” She backs away from you a little. Seems like someone is embarrassed to ask a favor. “It’s just easier for me to get things this way and it’s lookin’ like I’ll be staying later than I planned so..” 

“Alright, I won’t say anything.” She opens her mouth to begin to thank you, but you weren’t about to let an opportunity like this pass you by. “But, you owe me a favor then.”

Her excited expression disappeared as quickly as it came, if you weren’t looking you could have missed it, “Um, alright, what do ya need?” 

“You know your little visit last night?” You had been cooking this proposition up all day, hoping she would run into you again. 

“Yes.”

“Well, that happens to me about every other day. I don’t want a husband, but I do need a guard dog of some kind.” You didn’t want a man in your home, but you did want the protection of one, this was the perfect opportunity, almost too perfect. 

“A guard dog?” She seems mildly offended by you comparing her to a dog.

“I’m tired of not being able to sleep because of surprise visitors. And I’ll pay you in two square meals a day, tea, and my homemade moonshine.” She does not look amused. “And I won’t tell anyone you’re a lady.”

“I don’t know-”

“I know you’re almost out of money, I’m sure Tommy is bleeding you dry as an outside visitor. I won’t charge you anything.” Something in her loosens, you can see it.

“So do I sleep on your floor?”

“Or outside if you’d like, makes no difference to me. There’s a fire pit out there for ya” You turn around and mount your horse, eager to get home. “We got a deal?” You reach your hand down towards her. She hesitates before shaking it. 

“I’m Ellie by the way.” You nod

“Alright Ellie, I’ll see you at my house then. I trust you’re familiar with the address” She just nods, slightly shocked. You smile and then head off, the comforting sound of hoofbeats clearing the thoughts in your head. On the way home you tend to just listen to the sounds of the desert. After a day of loud, squealing children it was healing. You’re sure you’d go crazy if you lived in town. 

** **

You had just finished making your evening tea when you heard a knock on your door. For the first time in a long time, you don’t go into fight or flight mode. You open the door with a smile, part of you is surprised she even showed up. Your proposition was a little ridiculous, but that truly shows how desperate you are. 

“Hello there stranger.” You are really pushing it with this attitude, you can tell, but something in you likes it when she gets annoyed. 

“Hi.” She takes off her hat and lowers her bandana, something you’ve observed as a habit of hers, one of respect possibly. “So am I sleepin’ with the rattlesnakes or on your floor?” 

“You get bit by a rattlesnake come to me and I’ll suck the venom out myself. Until then you best set up camp before dark darlin’.” You smile at her sweetly. 

“Figured as much.” She smirks and walks away to set up camp.

“Dinner’ll be ready in 20 minutes. I hope ya like stew.” You call out to her. “Oh, and there’s a spring out back if you need any water!” 

** **

The stew finally thickens up to the way you like it, you pour it into two bowls and quickly slurp up your serving. Didn’t taste amazing, but it was food. 

You open your front door to bring Ellie her food and see that she’s already started a fire, she’s sipping from a silver flask just staring at the flames. 

You approach and wordlessly hand her a bowl of stew and a spoon. She looks up at you “You gonna eat?” 

“No, I- uh already ate.” More like inhaled but she didn’t need to know that. You point at her flask. “What’s in there?” 

“You’re tellin’ me you don’t know what’s in here?” She raises her eyebrows.

“I know it’s liquor, Ellie, I’m just askin’ what kind.” Her confused expression drops.

“Whiskey.” She looks at the flask in her hand, then at you. “Want some?” She clearly did not want to offer it to you. But you sit down next to her and reach your hand out for it. 

“Hand it over.” She hands you the flask. The metal was cool to the touch, almost shocking after the desert heat all day. You take a sip and the liquor burns its way down your throat, and your face scrunches a little. You were used to shooting whiskey, but this was particularly terrible, even worse than your moonshine. “Wow, that’s pretty awful.”

Ellie laughs between bites of stew, “You’re stew isn’t the greatest thing I’ve tasted either.”

“Hey!” You lightly punch her shoulder. She giggles even more. “You’re welcome for the food by the way.” You take another swig of whiskey and then hand the flask back to the cowgirl. 

“Thank you,” she takes the flask, “for the meal.” she hands you her empty bowl. “And a place to stay, even if it’s outside.” 

“We’ll see, maybe you’ll earn your way inside.” You take her bowl and turn to head inside. 

“Is that a challenge?” She calls after you. 

“Maybe.” You call back. 

You step inside and immediately undress for bed, the whiskey making your eyes droop closed. You can barely get your buttons undone before you fall into bed, for the first time in a while, not having to worry about dangerous strangers knocking down your door.  

** **

You wake up to a hasty knock coming from the front door. It’s still dark outside. You weren’t supposed to have to deal with this anymore. You grab your rifle and don’t even bother checking who is at the door simply out of annoyance. Would have bit you in the ass later if it was a surprise visitor. You open the door and cock the rifle. To your astonishment, you open the door to Ellie, holding her side. There’s a dark stain forming under her hands, her face is bloody and bruised. And yet she’s got a smug yet pained smile on her face. “This how you’re always gonna greet me?” 

“Jesus Ellie,” you usher her inside quickly. “What happened?” 

“You got some visitors, a group of Apache men.” She sits down in one of your wooden dining room chairs. You rush over to grab the small medical kit you had managed to fashion over the years. “They wanted to see you in particular, when I told them you weren’t accepting visitors they sort of attacked me. It was one versus six” 

“They don’t trust many people.” You undo Ellie’s suspenders and begin unbuttoning her shirt without even thinking. “Most folks round here shoot first and ask questions later, they don’t have any respect or patience for a stubborn cowboy.” You walk over, grab a candle and some matches, and light it so you can see. “Can’t say I blame them. I am sorry though I’d thought they’d see your gun and back off” 

“That is real optimistic of ya.” You remove her right arm from the sleeve of her shirt. She is wearing some sort of binding around her chest- so that’s how she’s managed to pass for a man. 

“Wow, that’s a big word for you.” You smirk at her as you clean your hands with some moonshine. 

“Really? I’m bleedin’ out and you’re making fun of me?” You press gauze to her wound, she hisses through her teeth. 

“Please, you’re not bleeding out. Shouldn’t even need stitches, just some cleaning and dressing.” You look up at her, you’re not quite sure, but even in the dim candlelight, you could swear she was blushing. You wouldn’t dare mention it when she’s already made herself so vulnerable. 

“Now for the hard part.” You take out a small bottle of vinegar. 

“Alright.” Ellie leans back in the chair, ready for the sting of the vinegar. 

“Here.” You take her left hand and place it on your shoulder. “Squeeze if you need to.” She nods and you take that as your cue to begin. You pour the vinegar on the wound and you watch as her abs contract, her hand squeezes your shoulder, pretty hard, but you know she was trying not to hurt you, even in pain. 

You stand up and gently wrap a few layers of gauze around her mid-section, just in case it starts bleeding again during the night. You were so, so close to her, you could feel the heat radiating from her skin. “You always wear that?” 

“Wear what?”

“The-the bandages, round your chest.” She looks down at them like she almost forgot they were there. Suddenly you realize how personal that question must be. “Sorry, I shouldn’t said anything. You don’t have to answer” 

“No, It’s alright. I don’t mind. Yes, I’ve worn this for a while now, easier to get around when you look like a man.” You nod and finish wrapping the gauze around her and pin it in place. You put a bit of vinegar on a piece of gauze and begin cleaning the cuts on her face. “Oh, you don’t need to do that, miss.”

“Please just let me clean off your face. Were you planning on walkin’ around town tomorrow with dried blood on your cheeks?” She opens her mouth to say something but closes it. She’s quiet as you gently clean her face, you can see every freckle, every scar, her eyes shining in the candlelight. It was odd being this close to her. You had never felt comfortable being this physically close to someone. Her warmth almost invited you in, made you want to press your nose to her neck, run your hands across her skin, feeling along all the freckles and scars, memorizing the spot of each one. you wanted to know her in a way you have never wanted to know anybody else.

“Hey,” a gentle voice grounds you back into reality. “I think my face is clean.” She smiles softly. She was right, at some point, you had gotten her face completely clean, you’re not sure how long she let you drag the cloth across her freckled cheeks before she said something. 

“Yeah, sorry.” You back away and put the blood-soaked gauze in the burn pile. “You should sleep in here. Don’t think anyone else will be coming tonight. I’ll go get your bedroll.” Ellie just nods and you go out to grab her things. 

You hurry back and set up her bedroll on the floor right next to your bed. She makes her way to it and sits down on the floor with a thud, careful to not contort her body in a way that could re-open the wound. She collapses onto the wool blankets. When you’re sure she’s settled you place your rifle back next to your bed and fall into your mattress, knowing you’ll be exhausted tomorrow.

lmk what you think! Likes, comments and reblogs always appreciated!

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Part 2 >>

[meadowfics]

meet me down on polk street

cho hyun-ju x f!woc!reader

part one here - this is part two - part three here

this is a series that is based in the united states during the 1960s. after coming out as a trans woman back in south korea, hyun ju moves far away to california and has met the girl who will be the love of her life.. y/n l/n.

warnings: transphobia mentions, homophobia mentions, homophobic dialogue. racism, fears of racism, dark themes presented throughout this series (and many others). y/n is downbad for hyun ju. mature content.

your outfit in this fic is linked, its the far left outfit in the pinterest pic <3

the neon glow of the black cat bar pulsed against the san francisco night, a beacon in the dark. it was just another friday evening on polk street, and the air carried the city’s usual late-night hum.

the distant sound of car horns, laughter spilling from doorways, the occasional bark of a street vendor trying to make a last-minute sale.  

standing at the entrance to the bar, your world had narrowed to just one thing: 

the broad-shouldered man blocking your way.  

he was older, probably in his forties, with graying stubble and deep-set eyes that had seen too much. his thick arms were crossed over his chest, the sleeves of his button-up shirt rolled up to reveal a tattoo that had long since blurred with time. 

a cigarette dangled lazily from his lips, glowing as he took a slow drag, exhaling through his nose.  

the hazel eyes of his gaze swept over you, slow and deliberate, before settling back on your face.  

"you an undercover?"  

your breath hitched.  

“what?”  

he gestured toward you with his cigarette, as if that explained everything. 

“you know. a cop.”  

you blinked, your brain scrambling to process the question.  

a cop?  

you glanced down at your outfit…your crisp red button-up blouse, neatly tucked into your fitted denim dress, your heels clicking neatly against the pavement. 

nothing flashy, nothing dramatic, but clean, put-together. too put-together, maybe.  

the realization settled in your stomach.  

you didn’t look like you belonged here.  

not in the way others did, with their silk shirts unbuttoned just a little too low, their smudged eyeliner, their slacks that clung a little too well.  

you were still learning what it meant to dress like yourself.  

but you were not a cop.  

you shook your head quickly. 

“no, i live down the street. that blue house over there.”  

you pointed down the street before cringing, realizing that you did not need to tell a stranger your place of residence. 

the man’s expression didn’t change from your words.  

you felt his eyes scan you again, slower this time, searching for something.  

"m’ just looking to get a drink after work," you added, keeping your voice even.  

he is still skeptical. you could see it in the way his jaw tightened, his grip shifting slightly where his arms were crossed.  

he leaned in just slightly, voice lowering.  

“this ain’t just some ordinary bar.”  

it wasn’t a warning. it was a test.  

you had already known that.  

you hesitated for only a second before lifting your right hand and making the gesture..a simple motion, thumb and forefinger touching in a loose circle, the rest of your fingers raised ever so slightly.  

“who said i’m not here to find a lady, sir? it's rude to assume that me, a lesbian who moved here from norfolk, virginia, is here to bust and shut this beautiful place down!”

you said lightly, smirking.

your words and your signal.its  subtle, discreet. but unmistakable.  

the man watched you for another beat.  

then, finally, he chuckled, shaking his head as he stepped aside.  

"welcome to the black cat."  

— 

the moment you stepped inside, the smell hit you first.  

alcohol, lavender, cigarette smoke…each scent layering over the other, thick and heavy in the air.  

your eyes adjusted to the dim glow of neon signs, their hues of pink, blue, and green bleeding into the room’s shadows.  

the black cat is alive.  

you tugged on your red blouse sleeves as you observed the many people in the space. 

people were pressed close together in booths, leaning into one another with conspiratorial smiles. sounds of laughter rippled through the room, rising above the clinking of ice against glass. 

at the bar, a bartender in a white dress shirt and vest moved quickly, pouring whiskey into tumblers without even looking.  

in the corner, an old jukebox flickered, its rusted edges worn from years of use.  

“paint it black” by the rolling stones crackled through the speakers, its brooding melody weaving through the air.  

on the small dance floor, couples swayed close.. all types of couples. gay men, gay women, and non binaries all moving together in slow, lazy circles, others pressing their foreheads together, lost in the music.  

men in sharp suits, some with ties loosened, stood in clusters, laughing as they passed cigarettes between them. others, more daring, wore silk blouses, their collars popped in a way that seemed both effortless and rebellious.  

near the bar, a woman leaned against the counter, her crimson lipstick perfectly in place as she stirred a drink with a single, elegant finger. 

you look at her. the woman’s beauty not slipping from your sight.

the arabics woman’s gaze flicked over you once, curious, before she turned back to the conversation she had been having with a man in a pinstripe vest.  

there was something intoxicating about it all.  

not just the whiskey in the air, or the dim lighting that made the whole room feel like something out of a dream.  

but the freedom.  

this wasn’t virginia. it wasn’t a dorm room where whispers spread like wildfire. it wasn’t your parents’ voices laced with shame.  

this was a place where people could exist as they were.  

you took a step forward, heels clicking softly against the floor.  

no one was staring at you.  

no one whispered.  

no one judged.  

well, maybe some of the white people who worried if a ‘colored’ person like you would approach them.

however, you’ve dealt with racism enough to get used to that. 

you exhaled slowly, your fingers flexing at your sides.  

this was different.  

this was something new.  

this was something you had never had before.  

just a few feet in front of you.. hyun ju had the same thoughts.  never been inside a place like this before.  

south korea has no clubs or places like this.. at least not for gay or trans people. 

hyunju’s feet before had hesitated just past the threshold as the door swung shut behind her, locking out the san francisco night. inside, the air was thick with the scent of whiskey, lavender perfume, and cigarette smoke that y/n smells too.  

she swallowed.  

hyunju had rehearsed this moment over and over in her head since arriving in the city. walking into a place like this, standing among people like her.

she's seen many trans women just like her, many women who have called her many compliments that she is too overwhelmed to handle. hyun ju was not used to the positive attention.. at least not yet.

she felt out of place.  

not because she wasn’t supposed to be here…she had earned this. she had fought for the right to exist as herself, to live openly, even if the world refused to make space for her.  

no, she felt out of place because she didn’t know how to belong.  

she tugged at the hem of her dress, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles. it was a good dress, simple and bright red, not too tight, but fitted enough that it made her feel… correct. the small flats she wore clicked against the floor as she took a slow step forward.  

back in korea, she would have never left her bathroom wearing this outfit. she always used to stick with slacks and a button up blouse.. while using her growing hair as a way to present her femininity.

the black cat bar was packed. men in pressed slacks and silk shirts sat hunched together in booths, their voices hushed yet animated. women in cat-eye makeup and bright skirts perched on barstools, sipping martinis with their legs crossed, their laughter rising above the hum of conversation.  

music played among the bar… american and english music that hyunju has never listened to before. 

the dance floor, small but lively, was full. men held men and women held women close, swaying lazily, lost in their own world.  

hyun ju exhaled, her hands tightening into fists at her sides.  

she had no idea what to do next.  

she had spent years in the special forces, learning how to analyze terrain, assess threats, read body language..

this? this was foreign territory.  

she didn’t realize she was staring until she caught someone's gaze.  

her gaze.

hyun ju felt her breath catch.  

the woman standing at the bar was unlike anyone she had ever seen before.  

your skin was rich and warm under the neon lights, the soft glow of pink and blue reflecting off your smooth cheeks. your curls framed your face perfectly, resting on the middle of your back, bouncing slightly as you shifted in your barstool seat. 

you wore a red button-up blouse tucked neatly into a fitted denim dress, the contrast against her skin making her look like something out of a painting.  

beautiful.  

hyun ju stiffened.  

she was staring. 

the woman’s eyes met hers, and for a brief moment, everything else in the bar disappeared.  

hyun ju looked away first, her pulse quickening.  

but then—  

she heard movement.  

when she looked back up, the woman was walking toward her.  

—

you weren’t sure why you moved.  

maybe it was instinct, maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was something deeper.  

or maybe you wanted a friend in the bar. you had no idea.

yes your plan was to relax after work, but most of your coworkers probably would have cut you off if they knew your true self outside of work. how you were unmarried, how you did not want kids, how much you loved the same gender as your own. 

when you caught the woman near the entrance, the way she stood stiffly, unsure, you knew.  

she was new.  

and she was beautiful. 

you weren’t new to finding women attractive…not after everything. there was something about the korean woman. the way she held herself, poised but tense. the way her dark hair framed her face, how the soft shadows of the bar made her look even more striking.  

and then there were her eyes.  

deep brown, sharp but hesitant.  

you wanted to know what she was thinking.  

so you went to her.  

hyun ju’s heart was pounding as you stopped just a few feet away, tilting your head slightly.  

“you look like you just walked into the wrong place,” you said, a teasing lilt to your voice.  

hyun ju blinked.  

she understood the words, but her brain took an extra second to process them due to the changed language in her life.  

“uh, no,” she said quickly, voice quieter than she wanted it to be. 

“i… i walk here… on purpose.”  

your lips curved into a smile.  

“walked here on purpose,” you corrected gently.  

hyun ju felt heat rise to her face.  

the korean’s english was good…she had spent years perfecting it in the special forces, learning it because she had to. in moments like this, when nerves got the best of her, she could feel the gaps, the awkward pauses, the stumbles over words.  

she cleared her throat.  

“yes. that.”  

you smiled wider, and suddenly, she wasn’t so nervous anymore.  

“where you from?” you asked.  

hyun ju swallowed, steadying herself.  

"korea… south korea," she said carefully.  

you nodded, feeling yourself cracking a joke. 

"thats good. at least you aren’t a commie… are you here for work?"  

hyun ju shook her head. 

"um no. i… moved here."  

you raised a brow, intrigued.  

most people you had met in san francisco were only passing through, running from something.  

hyunju she had the look of someone who had left for good.  

"well," you said, "welcome to san francisco."  

hyun ju hesitated before nodding.  

"you come here a lot?" she asked, the words slow but sure.  

you let out a small laugh. 

"first time."  

hyun ju's eyes widened slightly.  

“really?”  

“yeah,” you admitted, taking a sip of your drink. 

“i just moved here, too.”  

hyun ju’s shoulders relaxed, just a little.  

“so…” she hesitated, choosing her words. 

“we both… new.”  

you grinned.  

"looks like it."  

for the first time all night, hyun ju felt okay. 

—

moments like this never lasted long.  

just as you were about to ask her name, a voice cut through the air…sharp and full of disdain.  

“john i didn’t think they let colored people in here.”  

the mood shattered.  

you froze.  

slowly, you turned.  

a man..white, mid-thirties, his suit slightly wrinkled…stood a few feet away. he was clearly drunk as his lips curled in disgust, eyes flicking between you and hyun ju with thinly veiled distaste.  

hyun ju’s shoulders squared, her expression unreadable.  

she didn’t understand what was happening, since this type of thing is not something she experienced much back in korea.. due to being the majority back at home.

you.. here… were alwayd the minority when it came to race.

you felt anger rise in your chest, hot and immediate.  

“what’d you say?” your voice was low, dangerous.  

the man let out a humorless chuckle. 

“you heard me.”  

hyun ju didn’t know how to react.  

you..

you had had enough.  

“leave us alone, go get another drink,” you scoffed, turning away in your seat.  

the man scoffed, mocking you, his jaw tense

before anything could escalate, a firm hand clapped onto his shoulder.  

it was the bouncer…the same one who had let you in and was told by the bartender about a rude bargoer disturbing the peace.  

"think it's time for you to go," he said flatly.  

the man hesitated.  

after a second, he scoffed and turned away, grumbling under his breath.  

you exhaled slowly, the anger still burning in your chest.  

beside you, hyun ju was silent.  

you turned to her.  

“you okay?” 

you asked, voice softer now.  

she hesitated. then nodded.  

“yeah…thank you.”  

you smiled.  

"don't mention it."  

hyun ju studied you, something unreadable in her eyes.  

you took a slow sip of your drink, tilting your head.  

“so,” you said, 

“what’s your name?”  

hyun ju hesitated…just for a second…before answering.  

“…hyun ju.”  

you smiled.  

"well, hyun ju," you said, offering your hand, 

"i'm y/n."  

she looked at your hand.  

then, slowly, she took it.  

her fingers were warm against yours.  

at this point.. it's been three hours since you first entered the bar.. the room had emptied out slightly, but neither of you seemed to notice.  

hyun ju was still sitting across from you, her glass resting lightly between her fingers, her dark eyes watching you as if she were still deciding whether this moment was real.  

you had been talking for hours.  

somewhere between your second drink and the distant echo of a beetles song crackling through the jukebox, hyun ju had started to relax.  

the ex-sergeants shoulders had loosened.  

hyunju’s laughter had come easier.  

the woman’s words.. at first careful, precise…had started to spill with a natural rhythm, as though she had finally realized that here, with you, she didn’t need to be so guarded.  

the two of you had long since stopped feeling like strangers.   

“back home in virginia,” you started, fingers tracing the rim of your glass, “i had nice parents.”  

hyun ju tilted her head slightly.  

had 

not have.  

she caught that.  

you let out a soft, bitter chuckle, shaking your head.  

"they were good to me,” you continued, “strict, but fair. my mom used to wake up at five in the morning just to make breakfast before my dad went to work. my dad used to take me fishing when i was little, even though i hated it."  

hyun ju smiled slightly, resting her chin on her hand, watching you.  

she liked listening to you talk.  

the way your words rolled off your tongue, smooth and warm.  

the way you spoke with your hands sometimes, emphasizing a point with a flick of your wrist.  

the way your voice softened when you spoke about your childhood, even if only for a moment.  

there was something else.  

something unsaid.  

"so... you don't talk to them anymore?"  

your smile faded, your fingers tightening around your glass.  

"nah."  

hyun ju frowned slightly.  

she understood.

you sighed, leaning back in your seat.  

"they were good to me when they thought i was good, too," you said, glancing at her. 

"when they thought i was gonna marry some nice man, be a housewife like my sister, make them proud."  

hyun ju's expression softened.  

"but then they found out."  

you took a slow sip of your drink.  

"word got around town about me. about the things i liked. who i liked." you exhaled. 

"suddenly, my mom wasn’t waking up at five anymore. my dad stopped looking me in the eye. and before i knew it, i wasn’t their daughter anymore."  

hyun ju was silent for a moment before she spoke.  

“…i can relate.”  

you glanced at her, curiosity flickering in your gaze.  

hyun ju hesitated, but only for a second.  

"i resigned from the special forces because hiding was starting to consume me. the environment made me force myself to realize that i couldn’t keep pretending to be something i wasn’t.”  

your brow lifted slightly.  

you did not ignore her vulnerable words, but she did not look like a woman who had fighting background.

“the special forces? like korea’s military?”  

she nodded.  

a slow grin spread across your face.  

“so you left korea because you just didn’t wanna serve in vietnam with the rest of them?”  

hyun ju’s eyes widened before she burst into laughter, a deep, genuine sound that made your chest feel lighter.  

"no, no!" she shook her head, grinning. 

"i swear, not because of that."  

"mm-hmm." you smirked. 

"sure, unnie."  

hyunju’s laughter stopped abruptly.  

she blinked at you, stunned.  

“…you know what unnie means?”  

you took another slow sip of your drink.  

“i had a korean friend back home in virginia.. she was actually a refugee from the north.”  

you sigh, remembering the days in those “colored only” schools.

hyun ju let out a breath of laughter, shaking her head in disbelief.  

"you surprise me."  

you shrugged, grinning. 

"i get that a lot."  

she smiled, and for a moment, there was nothing but the hum of the bar around you, the clink of ice in glasses, the distant sound of the jukebox.  

she looked at you like she wanted to say something else.  

but instead, she just watched you.  

“i used to hate my older sister.”  

the words slipped out before you even realized you had said them.  

hyun ju looked at you, surprised.  

you sighed, swirling your drink.  

"she did everything right."  

your voice was steady, but there was an edge to it.  

"married some good man who works for NASA, had kids, made my parents happy." you exhaled, shaking your head. 

"meanwhile, i was the ‘hippie’ who ran away from home to play into my ‘sick’ fantasies, according to them.”  

hyun ju frowned, watching you carefully.  

she could see it…the hurt you tried to mask with humor.  

the way you carried it in your shoulders, the slight tension in your jaw.  

she didn’t pity you.  

she understood you.  

you took a deep sip of your drink, exhaling sharply.  

"but whatever," you said, forcing a small smirk. 

"we all have our own shit, right?"  

hyun ju was quiet for a moment.  

then, softly, she asked, "do you think you're ruining your life?"  

you blinked, caught off guard.  

do you think you're ruining your life?  

you scoffed, shaking your head. 

"no."  

hyun ju's lips curled slightly.  

"good."  

you raised a brow, amused. 

“what, you thought i was gonna have an existential crisis right here at the bar?”  

hyun ju laughed again, and god, you liked that sound.  

deep and real, the kind of laugh that made you want to hear it again and again.  

"you're ridiculous," you said, shaking your head.  

hyun ju leaned forward slightly, her eyes warm.  

“you like it.”  

you laughed, tilting your head slightly. 

“yeah,” you admitted. 

“i do.”  

she smiled.  

and something shifted.  

something unspoken.  

later, somewhere between the third and fourth round of drinks, the conversation turned to beauty.  

hyun ju leaned back slightly, tracing the condensation on her glass with her finger.  

"it's strange," she murmured, voice softer now. 

"the idea of beauty."  

you tilted your head.  

"what do you mean?"  

she hesitated, choosing her words carefully.  

"i look in the mirror," she said, "and sometimes, i don't know what i see. i see my face, my body. but then—" she swallowed. 

"then i see what other people see. and it's... different."  

you watched her for a moment.  

then, without hesitation, you said… 

"you're beautiful, hyunju."  

she froze.  

her dark eyes lifted to meet yours, wide, unreadable.  

you smiled.  

and after a moment…  

so did she.  

it was small at first, hesitant.  

then, slowly, it grew into something warm.  

loving.   

you grinned, saying nothing while watching hyunju mentally accept the compliment.  

hyun ju shakes her head, blushing.  

before either of you knew it, it was three in the morning.  

the bar had mostly emptied out, save for a few lingering figures who didn’t know where home was next.  

you were both drunk.  

however… neither of you wanted to leave.  

not yet.  

not when something real was unfolding between you.  

not when the night still had more to offer.  

not when, for the first time in a long, long time..

neither of you felt alone.  

the ice in your glass had long since melted, the condensation leaving small rings on the table where you had set it down. the bar was nearly empty now. 

hyun ju stretched slightly, rolling her shoulders as she sighed.  

"it's late," she murmured, glancing at the orange analog clock hanging above the bar.  

you followed her gaze.  

3:27 AM.  

you hadn’t even noticed the time.  

you had been too wrapped up in her voice, in the way she laughed, in the way her eyes crinkled slightly when she was amused.  

too wrapped up in her. 

"where do you live?" you asked suddenly.  

hyun ju blinked, turning her attention back to you.  

"a hotel," she said, taking the last sip of her drink. 

"a few miles from here."  

you frowned, lightly fidgeting with one of your curls.  

"a hotel?"  

she nodded. 

"until i find an apartment."  

your frown deepened.  

you didn’t like that.  

the thought of her walking alone at this hour, through these streets, in this city…  

no.  

"that’s not safe."  

hyun ju raised a brow, amused.  

"i served in the special forces, remember?" she reminded you, lips twitching. 

"i’ll be fine, love."  

your heart stuttered slightly at the way she said it, even if she didn’t mean it the way you wanted her to.  

you shook your head.  

"no."  

hyun ju blinked at you, caught off guard by the firmness in your voice.  

you leaned forward slightly, locking eyes with her.  

"stay with me tonight."  

hyun ju hesitated.  

“where?”  

you tilted your head toward the door.  

"just a few buildings down," you said. 

"i live on this street."  

hyun ju exhaled softly, shaking her head with a small laugh.  

"you don't need to worry about me," she said, voice gentle.  

you did worry.  

maybe because she was new to the city.  

maybe because she had already been through so much.  

or maybe because you simply didn’t want this night to end.  

you reached out, resting a hand on her soft forearm.  

"please," you murmured.  

hyun ju stilled.  

your touch was light, barely there, but it sent something warm spreading through her chest.  

she looked at you.  

your brows were slightly furrowed, lips pressed together in concern.  

you didn’t want her to go. 

somehow, that meant more to her than she could put into words.  

"...alright," she finally said.  

you smiled, squeezing her arm gently before pulling back.  

"good."  

hyun ju shook her head, chuckling softly.  

"you’re stubborn."  

you grinned.  

"you like it."  

hyun ju laughed, low and warm.  

you took her soft hand, leading her outside to head back to your cozy apartment.

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‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ fandom list ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

hamilton (feel free to request for any hamilton ship, i love them all so much, alexander is the absolute DREAM for a multishipper. alexander is my main target for angst! this is my main fandom)

jesus christ superstar (jesus/judas or jesus/judas/mary mainly for jcs, but feel free to ask for any other ships and i’ll consider it!! and no, i am not religious. i have been raised christian, but just ended up with religious trauma)

a good girls guide to murder (pipravi fluff and angst :) but i’ll so gladly write fics about sal and andie, or becca. ravi is my comfort character, and i just torture pip relentlessly)

nevermoor (personally i’m more of a cadence/morrigan girly, but fics for nevermoor will mainly be gen! i love found family, so jupiter & mog fluff or angst is my favourite)

in the heights (canon ships mainly, but feel free to ask for other ships! i’m not in the ITH fandom much, so these are going to be much more inaccurate)

newsies (again, more gen fics, but i do ship dave/jack. also i love angsty crutchie fics. this is one of my smaller fandoms, so these will be super inaccurate)

keeper of the lost cities (preferably marella/linh or tam/keefe! but again, feel free to ask for any ship!!)

hunger games (gen, preferably. but i’m team peeta in case anyone was wondering. fuck gale.)

maze runner (okay i haven’t read or seen TMR in ages but newt/thomas)

divergent (canon ships only. and no, christina/tobias is not canon.)

six (gen all the way. found family. also i love katherine howard angst over any other queen)

the song of achilles (achilles/patroclus? literally what other ship is there????? this is my favourite book)

wednesday (wednesday/enid. i feel like this requires no explanation. also. angst fics. i almost exclusively write angsty wednesday fics, rather than enid. i love the whole of the addams family, and i love familial hurt/comfort)

marauders (i’m not in the marauders fandom much at all, like i really only know the actual hp canon marauders. so.)

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It’s Only A Matter Of Time - A Hamilton Watches Hamilton Fic

i wish i could say that was the last time

call me son one more time

when they surround our troops

then a hurricane came

take a break

and his right hand man…

she was holding me

the great war

we got traffic on the west side

steal into my affections

the fact that you’re alive is a miracle

fools who run their mouths off wind up dead

my father wasn’t around

philip, you would like it uptown

i may not live to see our glory…

an outrageous demand

stay alive

my dear, angelica

to convince you that i love you

but this situation’s helpless

like mother, like daughter (agggtm)

“but now this room is spinning…”

“i’ll call out your name but you won’t call back”

“like crying out in empty rooms, with no one there except the moon”

me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you (gifted to @holes-in-my-false-confidence)

baby it’s cold outside

the entire exposé (inspired entirely off of @jittyjames’ fanfiction series ‘the price of his war’)

my world is burning (yet another fic based off of jami’s series ‘the price of his war’)

i’m sorry if any of these links are incorrect, i spent over an hour on just this section

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achilles, come down (last two works in series still need to be written)

je m’appelle… lafayette? (one chapter to go)

lams (taylor’s version) (a few chapters to go, unsure if it will be finished)

you’re the one who disappears (agggtm, unsure if it will be finished, or when)

judas’ death (jcs angst fanfiction)

untitled (hamil-gang liminal spaces au longfic thing idk)

febuwhump drabbles (possibly)

be my valentine challenge

so big/so small (so big/so small from deh but hamilton and his ma)

bloom like rose thorns (a longfic that may or may not ever be finished)

rewrite of ‘i wish i could say that was the last time’ and ‘call me son one more time’

baby don’t cut (lams angst based off of a song with the same name)

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ collaborations ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

fem!hamilton au with @jittyjames and @firebalda

if anybody is interested in collabing at all, please hit me up!! i love writing with other people!!!!

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ asks ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

please send me any asks at all!!! and also please put fic requests in my ask box, i did say that i would have your request out in 6 months, but i have had one sitting in there for over a year (sorry jami.) but um. i promise im trying to get better at that

also, feel free to ask for fic recommendations!!!! i’ve linked a post earlier in this post with a huge list, but it’s not fully updated with some more recent fics :)

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ tags ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

asks- all the asks ive answered, these are also tagged with the url of the blog, or with anon dearest if it was an anon ask

akeyla ml- posts about/with my incredible incredible partner @holes-in-my-false-confidence who i love so much ❤❤❤❤❤❤

tag games- self explanatory, tag games :)

sleep is overrated- me trying to fix my sleep schedule in 2024

personal- personal vent posts. please block this tag, i have had someone unfollow me before because of these posts :)

₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ mooties ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

@jittyjames

@like-the-stars-i-shine (irl friend for 5 years now)

@holes-in-my-false-confidence (my partner, irl <33333)

@felizusnavidad

@weeping-in-the-willows

@swiftieannah

@the1laff

@anixknowsnothin

@purpleblobfrompluto

@starduckys

@now-thats-his-bride

@kwilooo

@evilteapot (irl friend)

@my-dear-gal

@idontwanttobeabuzzkill

@mynightsoutofsight

@cc-horan28

i have more mutuals, but this is everybody who i interact with more often and i actually consider to be my friend. if anybody wants to ever message me or actually become friends with me, please do!!!! i love talking to you guys, please message me, i promise im not scary <333

[cool-brooklyn-us]

FLY ON THE WALL

=================

Reneè had woken up to a message from her manager with a link to a video and who should appear then non other then Reneè's Crush the 19 year old Lesbian Heartthrob Y/N L/N aka her stage name Angel and to Reneè her Stage name couldn't be anymore fitting as she has the voice of an Angel with a little bit of Devil behind her eyes as she clicked on the link the music video began to play with a rocky tune as Y/N is dressed in wripped black biker jeans , converse , black sports bra and a Leather jacket along with all her rings on her hands her Short pixie hair with her UnderCut on show with Blue dye tips in her hair as the Camera Pulled back Reneè could see Y/N Sharp V line and toned abs as the girl began to sing.

"You don't understand what it is That makes me tick, but you wish you did"

A smirk can be seen on Y/N's lips as she ran her hand up and down the mic.

"You always second guess Wonder if I'll say yes But you just lose out every time"

Reneè bit her bottom lip as girls begin running there hands up and down Y/N's Body as she turned her head to one of the girls.

"If you only knew what I talked about When I'm with my friends, just hanging out Then you'd have the inside scoop on what to say, what to do That way when you play the game"

Suddenly the shot changes to Y/N her back against the wall as the camera shakes as she sways her hip running her back up and down the wall.

"Baby, you could never lose"

She turns her body round as she grinds her body against the wall smirking as she bites her lower lip

"Don't you wish that you could be a Fly on the wall?"

The next shot is Y/N standing behind one of the girls her arms around her as the girls arm is tangled In Y/N's hair as she looked up to the camera.

"A creepy little, sneaky little Fly on the wall"

The next shot is of the same girl giving Y/N a lap dance as Y/N has her hands behind her head grinning

"All my precious secrets, yeah You'd know them all Don't you wish that you could be a Fly on the wall?"

The next shot is of Y/N in a Bar walking in grabbing a Glass of Whisky as girls check her out.

"You'd love to know the things I do When I'm with my friends, and not with you"

Y/N spots the "group of friends" as she waves heading over to them

"You always second guess Wonder if there's other girls I'm flirting with You should know by now"

Suddenly Y/N is on the dance floor dancing with a girl that strikes a resemblance to Reneè as she holds this girl

"If you were my girlfriend, I'd be true to you If I make a promise, I'm coming through"

The next scene takes place in a bedroom Y/N crawls on top of this girl kissing her neck

"Don't you wish that you could see me Every second of the day?"

Both girls look at each other as Y/N grabs this girls cheek

"That way you would have no doubt That baby, I would never stray"

The next shot is of Y/N's Naked back as she's straddling this girl.

"Don't you wish that you could be a Fly on the wall? A creepy little, sneaky little Fly on the wall"

The next shot is of this girl wearing a blindfold and cuffs as Y/N runs her hand down her chest clearly showing she's dominant as she smirks.

"All my precious secrets, yeah You'd know them all"

She turns her head to the camera with a smirk

"Don't you wish that you could be a Fly on the wall? A little communication"

The next shot she's back in the studio with her microphone

"Well, that'll go a long way You're getting misinformation Too much hearsay, hearsay And what I say is"

She pulls this girl by her Jean loop as there lips hover over each others

"Come a little closer And what I'm gonna say is Don't Ya? Don't Ya? Don't Ya? Don't ya wish you were a? Hey Don't you wish that you could be a Fly on the wall?"

The next shot is Y/N grabbing her jacket putting it on as she leaves a club

"A creepy little, sneaky little Fly on the wall"

She wraps her arm around the girl that looks like reneè as this girl laces her fingers with Y/N's hand that's over her shoulder

"All my precious secrets, yeah You'd know them all"

They walk to a car like there laughing as Y/N helps the girl into the Car first before turning her head to the Camera winking

"Don't you wish that you could be a Fly on the wall?"

She smirks getting In the Car before the music video ends as reneè is sat there all hot and bothered to the point she questioned if Y/N knew she had a thing for her...

"Fuck..."

Suddenly her phone vibrated indicating she had a text it was Y/N..

"You know all of my precious secrets yeah...you know them all 😉"

Reneè texts the girl back..as she feels her wetness grow for this girl who is gonna be the death of her

"Wanna come over"

"On my way Baby 🥰😚😘"

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Baby and the Bees: the Belladonnas

Several days after Yang and Ruby found a little Faunus baby in the desert and brought her home. Blake has gone full mother panther mode. Weiss is a helicopter aunt. Ruby is the fun aunt. And Yang has somehow managed to become even more of a lesbian disaster.

Blake: *humming a tune while holding the baby and rocking side to side*

Baby: *coos and looks up at Blake's ears*

Blake: *tilts head and slicks her ears back*

Baby: *slicks ears back*

Blake: *raises one ear*

Baby: *raises one ear with some difficulty but giggles with success*

Blake: Good job! You did it! *nuzzles soft tuffs of hair on fuzzy ears*

CLICK!

Blake: *straightens in surprise and turns to see Yang smiling lovingly. Scroll in hand* Yang! Uh, how long have you been standing there?

Yang: Long enough to get all of that on video and an absolutely adorable new wallpaper. *gently takes the baby and blows a raspberry on a chubby cheek*

Baby: *squeals with laughter and grabs Yang's bangs*

Blake: *snaps a picture* She sure likes pulling your hair, doesn't she?

Yang: *winks* She's not the only one. It's just cuter when she does it.

The door nearly flings off its hinges as Kali sprints into the room. Ghira barely keeping up and completely out of breath as he tries to wrangle his wife.

Kali: Where is she?!

Ghira: Blake, I'm sorry! I tried to keep her at bay as long as I could.

Kali: Oh! Little Cub! *pulls baby from Yang and starts cooing as she walks to the common room* Hello, I'm your grandma! Yes, and you are just the cutest little thing! Oh, I can't wait for your mamas to make you a little sibling!

Baby: *giggling in delight at the prospect of having a sibling*

Blake: MOM!!!

Yang: *blushing* I mean... If there's a way to make it work...

Blake: YANG!!!

Ghira: *from the common room* Kali, Kali, no. I can't hold her. She's the size of my hand. I don't want to drop- KALI!

Yang: Uh.... we should go save your dad...

For those who want to read the first part. Here's a link:

[penguicorns-are-cool]

got this picture from a post about the intersex definition but I want to make another post just going through them, especially the asexual one

an infographic showing the acronym "LGBTQUIA+" with definitions from left to right +: and more A: "Asexual They are uncomfortable with sexual contact with anyone. They have no interest in relating sexually with their partners" I: Intersex These are people who were born with genital organs of both sexes (male and female) it is a genetic condition Q: Queer Identify people whose sexuality goes beyond the heteronormative and what is accepted by society T: Transgender Tehy identify with the sex opposite to the one they were born with. This has no relation to sexual preferences B: Bisexual People who may experience attraction to people of multiple genders G: Gay People who like people of the same sex. Often used to refer to men who are attracted to men. It is a concept valid for all genders L: Lesbian These are women who are attracted to women

So I'm gonna go through all of these really quick but the asexual part will probably be longest

Lesbian and Gay: very simplified but like yeah that's it. That's the 101. very gender binary terms but whatever this is an introductory infographic and it's not false

Bisexual: not bad, props for saying multiple genders instead of both genders

Transgender: very gender binary terms. like yeah that's true for a lot of trans people, but also in this context it would be better described as an umbrella term for anyone who doesn't identify with the gender they were assigned at birth. This definition of identifying as the opposite sex is a bit misleading in that sense.

Intersex: I'm just gonna link the @ipso-faculty post go read that it's very important especially cause chances are you have never been properly taught about what intersex means yourself

Asexual:

one: the A stands for more than just asexual. please don't forget the aromantics and agenders. the A is just for everyone who doesn't experience either sexual attraction, romantic attraction, or gender in the same capacity as others

It is so so so important to include all three to at the very least remind people that there is a population of people who don't experience the thing at all and you shouldn't act like it's a universal experience

two: that definition, asexuality is not feeling uncomfortable with sexual contact and not all asexuals are uninterested in having sex with their partners.

that is such an extremely ignorant definition considering that the very first link when I look up "what is asexuality" is this and it says

"Considering that asexuality has often been assumed to be a human impossibility, it is sometimes confused with celibacy. Celibacy is the conscious decision to forgo sexual activity, regardless of one’s level of desire. Celibacy is usually undertaken for religious purposes, either until marriage, or lifelong in the case of Catholic priests and some Buddhist monks. Celibates refrain from sexual activity with other people, and sometimes even with themselves, however much they may long for it. Asexuals, meanwhile, exhibit a distinct lack of desire for partnered sexual activity, although they may have sex."

and like, that last sentence is still a bit off mark but it's a whole lot better than "uncomfortable with sexual contact." Honestly, I haven't seen all that many definitions of asexuality that don't either use the term "attraction" in place of "desire" or make the distinction between celibacy and asexuality. That's a pretty important part, like Asexuality 101 first thing you've ever read should absolutely make that distinction.

but no, instead of describing asexuality this has successfully described celibacy + sex aversion

And it would be one thing if this were some instagram infographic someone made, but this is an infographic in the definition section of a peer-reviewed paper

like, I would hope you are doing a teensy bit more research about definitions before writing an entire study about lgbt+ students. This paper is being cited in other papers, it's being used for other research and they seem to have not even done a google search to figure out that asexuality does not mean discomfort or that intersex includes way more than people with both genitals. and you might think "oh it's probably just an older paper" but no, it was published in 2021

like this is why there are so many misconceptions about the IA+ and why aromantics and agenders always get left off when people talk about it, because research papers like this can't do a google search

[femslashfictournament]

Femslash fic tournament: Round 1.2

Where the Lonely Ones Roam Ship: Catra/Adora Fandom: She-ra and the Princesses of Power Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17355854 Summary: In the end, the Horde failed. Catra saw it coming. She’d always known how fierce Adora could be, how determined. She was not surprised when Adora took on Hordak one-on-one. She did not charge in to help when Hordak called desperately for aid in that last battlefield, outside the oldest temple of the First Ones, the one place where he could either exert complete control over Etheria, or be utterly destroyed.

Unfortunately, that was really only the start of their problems.

An early SPOP fic that manages to be a great read even after Canon diverged. Sells me thoroughly on every single aspect of it, especially the main ship, which at the time the fic was written was on pretty bad terms. A redemption story and a love story and a love story about redemption. Absolutely worth a read.

In Passing Ship: Shez/Lysithea Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40908654/chapters/102516105 Summary: Years after the war's end, Shez finds Lysithea lying face-down on the road. Having completed her life's work, Lysithea has resigned herself to her fate and given up on finding a way to remove her two Crests. Shez, unwilling to stand by and let her die alone, commits to finding a way to save her — or at least make her last few months on this earth happy.

Just a really cute fic for a rare pairing.

L Is for Lena Ship: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor Fandom: Supergirl Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15419184/chapters/35787864 Summary: Lena's been a disappointment to her family since long before she befriended Supergirl, and she's been struggling under the weight of unrealistic expectations since long before she took over Luthor Corp. The pressure to constantly perform has been a part of her life for so long that she doesn't know how to escape it. She doesn't know whether she can.

Lena's story from age 15 into several years in the future. Canon compliant through "Luthor's."

This fic spends as much time with Lena's lesbian identity and the Luthors' toxic family dynamic as it does with the main pairing and honestly, I love it for that. Lena's relationship with Lillian is written with a lot of complexity in a way that feels very honest.

[obscurecharactershowdown]

Group F Round 2

[image ID: the first image is of Miyauchi Rena, a girl with light brown hair and brown eyes, wearing pearl ornaments in her hair. she wears a combination yellow-and-blue-plaid and black satin dress. it features a bones motif--on her chest, hands, and knee-high black socks--and glowing cutaways on her waist. the sleeves are puffy, as is the bustle. the second image is of Tiger of the Wind, a horned blue and white wolf with yellow eyes. the third image is of the book cover of The Enchancted Island of Yew by L. Frank Baum. the color of the cover is gray, and it depicts a woman with dark hair, in an updo, and large flowers on the side of her head. she's wearing a pinkish, sleeveless dress with her right leg completely exposed, the material also reminiscent of flower petals. the cloth of her dress is raising with her up-stretched arms to frame the title. she's standing in a white flower, and her feet are bear, but around her right ankle is a piece of the same material of her dress. she's holding a long, black stick, like a fairy wand, that emits a glowing yellow light on the end. end ID]

Miyauchi Rena

shes a magical girl in plaid with a bone laurel and bone gloves and a hula hoop she beats you up with. shes a canon lesbian and heavily autistic coded. she became a magical girl to save the life of her first love. she failed and she doesnt know. she lost her memories while hidden from the apocalypse and didnt question the empty school on the island in a sea that stretched for forever. she wants her memories back but more than that she wants to know why she lost them.  [additional propaganda 1]

Tiger of the Wind

Pretty sure he was my furry awakening if we're being honest.

The High Ki of Twi

it’s never really made clear whether they’re a single person that operates two bodies in perfect synchronity or two different people with two different consciousnesses that share a mental link so deep they always act the exact same and to be honest i’m not sure which is worse. primary ruler over a country (twi) entirely composed of doubles like them. also on that note “ki” is a title that denotes a ruler (as seen in the secondary rulers, the ki and the ki-ki) and it’s not said whether or not they have an actual name. they were once separated physically and mentally due to a magic spell gone awry (and managed to cause a whole civil war before they got it fixed a few days later) and boy if that didn’t fuck with my head the first time i read it. the author is pretty fond of fucking with identity like that. this one wasn’t even because of dismemberment like they usually are. also worth noting that they are by all means a girl and only use they/them pronouns because they’re like. two girls actually. it’s all very confusing

[theanharchist]

Yea baby he fucks with lames. *starts scooping with fake lesbian core energy* that’s like the double edged sword. I’m not lame. I so I usually delete or block people that show up on my suggested where the highlights are and I thought she was from

The church of Euthanasia but it was a Portland mutual.

She did not get blocked because I know she isn’t lame either so I wonder who the fuck is lame where Portland baby *cradles gesture but two inches above my head for 5’8 to curve awp* would like it for the caption. He is going to fuck with the word lame no that makes no sense. His comment sheet. When he liked that bitch with the bob in ‘23 I mean her comment. He fucked with lames. I am the same way. Just look at my discography.

I’m unbothered. She looks *Rip Curves upwards and whatever by Ramona Lisa is Obese the cover band* that’s the mix I heard and it makes no sense. Animal print silk screen sexy core WHORE! *opens a champagne bottle and humps the air because I’m a party animal too in satire* bitch NO. Why’d you go on my page(?) you end up where my reels are. I’m over that hoe. But stay *puts the L and 7 gesture up* a photo—*cuts off abruptly* a SQUaRe peAr because me and him are the lame pair. That’s on him and his sketchers. My type! I almost got tricked into liking it. I hope that’s on her.

Does she fuck with lames(?) that’s us! *smiles stupidly at Portland Michael and bounces lightly turning around at everyone in agreeance with fake Libra rising feel good energy* 😀

*folds in mouth to prevent myself from laughing*

Oh okay that’s just a cousin *pretends to wanna grab at her animal print fat dom core titties and gets held back by Portland Michael*

No no no. I’m laughing but everyone stay looking serious so he doesn’t think he looks or like looks funny or anything because he doesn’t. He looks perfect. 😻 *gun to head perfect* *redoes my pose as a cat with a gun to its head* 😻🔫

That doesn’t bother me I was just mocking the other one. *folds in mouth to prevent myself from laughing*

*points down at comment sheet* 👇⏬

*Socialist hoe with a bob and no cool bangs*

Bystander: no lesbo—I mean no it’s just lesbo core but I mean no Anh *hands over mouth sarcastically* that GIF is going to kill them both. Especially if they’re stalking your page for no reason unblocked or never blocked. 🫢

Exactly I’m kind as fuck. But don’t sit on me right now. I’m standing.

Okay I’m going to listen to French Disco now so she doesn’t have a drop of AnHarchY PR…Tina the fat lard animal print bitch yo. *farts* but if you think about it it does help her…*shifty eyes* *turns the volume up and jams with her calling to be my friend* *quick thumb pointings over the shoulder and repeat for British pop homage and choreography and disco flare*

…by Stereolab.

That’s whoareu’s move. The English size 40 lad a few years under me that was my colleague writing about Rock n Roll in London during the summer of ‘22. Yea. That follows me on my disabled account for now. That looks more her type and ratio.

Whoareu: Yea *British dragged out mobster yea and stands up*

Then I shoot him in the script because I heart Portland Michael no matter what porn he watches. 😝😇😻 *sends a good link of a lookalike fat bitch that doesn’t anything like her…she’s just fat without makeup*

[bobfloydluvsblackwomen]

high school crush | robin buckley

pairing: robin buckley x black!fem!reader

warnings: aged up college robin (20 years old), making out, boob play, teasing, hints to masturbation

words: 1.3k (1340)

every college party you had gone to since starting college had been immensely boring, even the small house parties that steve harrington used to throw back in high school were way better. you manoeuvred your way through the crowd and decided to chill outside by the pool with your drink in hand.

what you were not expecting was a familiar face, robin buckley and steve harrington stood in the corner chatting away so you decided to approach them.

“buckley and harrington in the flesh, haven’t seen you guys in a while.” you give them your best smile and pretend not to notice when steve nudges robin into replying, “hey y/n.” is all she says before steve moves to speak.

“how have you been? i didn’t know you came to this college?” you hear steve’s words and you reply accordingly but your brain isn’t focused on the words coming out of your mouth because of the girl stood in front of you.

you had figured out your sexuality back in your last year of high school and after many nights spent in denial, you were now a proud lesbian and you were secretly hoping robin was too. i mean she was the one who made you realise this about yourself after all, “you look good robin.” you turn your body to face her properly and in the corner of your eye you see steve leave the two of you alone.

“oh! uh thank you! i think you look really good too but i mean you always did back in high school— not that i watched you back in high school i just happened to see you a lot because we’re in the same grade and we had a lot of classes together.” robin wringed her hands nervously before chewing at the skin on her lips. you can’t help but let out a giggle at her rambles and you inch closer.

the colour pink instantly dusts over robin’s cheeks and her ears go red. “robin buckley do i, y/n l/n, make you nervous?” you’re close to her, very close to her, very very close and you’re loving this, you’ve got robin right where you wanted her. she’s told you everything you needed to know without you having to ask her a single question.

“what?— no i just ramble a lot when i’m around people, because you know it’s people and my mind has a lot to say and i can’t keep up with it—.” you take her hand and lead her through the house, up the stairs and into the first bathroom you can find. the people in the house are too drunk to pay attention to two girls whose hands are linked.

once you’re in the bathroom you lock the door and hop onto the counter besides the sink. robin however opts to stand against the door, staring at you with wide eyes. “i don’t bite.” you tell her as your eyes travel from the bottom of her body to the top, “unless you want me to.” you make an attempt to make eye contact with but it’s futile, robin’s eyes are darting all across the room as she avoids you completely, her face is redder than ever before as her jaw hangs slightly open.

she’s flustered by once sentence. god, she was so cute. “c’mere buckley.” you call her forward with your index finger and like a lost puppy she comes forward but not close enough so you grab her by the blue suspenders she has on so that your noses are practically touching.

“ha, what are you— what are you doing?” robin lets out and her breath is raspier than usual, she was killing you and she didn’t even know it. “i have a question for you but i feel like i already know the answer but stop me if i’m wrong.”

robin nods her head slowly with furrowed eyebrows.

“do you like girls? and i don’t mean as friends.” robin’s eyes avert yours as lies stumble out of her mouth, “i mean me? no way, girls are pretty but in the way that everyone is pretty so i don’t really think i like girls.” she gave you a small smile before clearing her throat, “what about you?”

“i like girls. a lot.” you tell her and you watch as robin’s eyes widen and you swear you see excitement in them too. “that’s good to know!” she replies eagerly.

“now buckley, are you gonna tell me the truth or do i have to kiss it out of you.” you tilt your head and watch as robin’s cheek dust pink again, it’s slowly becoming one of your favourite things to do. making robin flustered.

“i…uh- well-,” you roll your eyes jokingly and close the distance between the two of you, you kiss her softly and slowly, your hands drop down from her suspenders to robin’s hands that are currently fumbling around. you take her hands and put one on your waist and the other one on your breast.

you smile into the kiss when you hear robin moan slightly and you feel her kiss you harder, squeeze your waist harder and she pinches your nipple leaving you to now groan into her mouth.

“so you know what you’re doing huh?” you pull away from robin glad to see that your lipgloss has smudged all over her lips. “i only did what i do to myself when i’m— you know.”

“touching yourself? why don’t you show me what else you do?” your finger travels down robin’s shirt and down her trousers, hooking itself around one of the belt loops and pulling her closer in between your legs so that your flush against her chest. “you used to be in band right? i know you’ve got pretty fingers.”

robin stares you, completely enamoured as you speak to her and she finds a new found confidence within herself as her fingers find their way underneath your skirt as they rub over your panties. she continues to rub over your core, reeling from the wet spot that was created because of her.

“robin, don’t tease. trust me i’ve been waiting for this since senior year.” you whisper in her ear. “senior year!?” robin gasps, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“robin, i promise we can talk about this later but please.” you rut against her finger needily and she can’t help but smirk.

knock knock “i gotta pee!” you let out a groan of frustration as the knocks on the door become bangs and the voice outside becomes more familiar. “buckley did you hear me? i saw you go in here.”

you roll your eyes at steve as you bring robin closer one more time, kissing her with vigour before jumping off the counter and interlocking your fingers with hers, you can feel her apprehension about this public display of affection, “no one will notice, they’re too drunk.” you reassure her as you unlock the door.

“oh, you’re not robin— oh you are robin though.” the smirk on steve harrington’s face grows as he watches robin trail out of the bathroom hand in hand, suspenders slightly messy, he leans closer and dabs robin’s lips, when he realises it’s definitely lipgloss something robin does not own he claps her back. “alright robin!” he turns to you with an even bigger grin, “she’s had the biggest crush on you since she was like 15 is what she told me, crazy how our dreams come true huh?”

“steve!” robin hits her friend’s shoulder as you laugh. “we can talk about it later but harrington i’m sure you don’t mind if i steal your friend?”

“nope! she’s all yours to take! just as long as you bring bf back in time for our shift.” he sends you a thumbs up with a grin and you tighten the hold on robin’s hand, “come on then, you can tell me all about your little crush on me.” robin rolls her eyes but follows you through the overcrowded house with a grin.

i need a girlfriend and i need one now

[shemarmooresfedora]

Home

Series Summary: After being arrested, Spencer Reid desperately tries to get back home to his daughter, Camellia, who was placed into foster care in your home.

Pairing: Single!Dad!Spencer x Foster!Mom!Reader

Content/Warnings: bullying, mentions of homophobia, lesbian!callie, bi!reader, coming out, swearing

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: i’ve linked some lgbtq+ resources here and some hotlines here. also please feel free to reach out to me at anytime <3

Masterlist

Chapter 3

You were with a patient doing a yearly physical when your receptionist knocked on the door.

“Yes, Carol?” you asked.

“Camellia’s school is on the phone. They’re requesting you go in immediately.”

“Um okay, Brandon, we’re all finished up here. Perfectly healthy,” you left the room in a hurry, shedding your lab coat and stethoscope.

“Carol, please cancel the rest of my appointments for the day unless they’re urgent,” you grabbed your purse and keys and headed out the door.

-

You opened the principal’s office door to see Callie sitting next to two other girls. The two girls looked mostly unscathed but Callie had a black eye and her knees were scraped up.

“What the hell happened?” you asked, in shock.

“Ms. Y/L/N, please sit down. We are trying to figure that out now. The other parents should be here shortly.”

“Why is Camellia being forced to sit next to the people who presumably hurt her? Camellia, come here,” you ushered her up and she didn’t waste a beat, going over to you.

“Well, we weren’t entirely sure of the situation yet. None of the girls seem willing to speak,” the principal stated.

“I see two girls that are unharmed and one with a black eye. Excuse my language but I really don’t fucking care why they did it,” you seethed.

“Please be assured we will handle this with the utmost care,” the principal tried to calm you, “Once the parents get here, we will talk detentions.”

“DETENTIONS?” you yelled, “I want a 2 week long suspension at the very least in addition to them being switched out of Camellia’s classes. An expulsion would be more fitting in my opinion.”

“Okay, we’ll sort this out when the parents get here,” he stood.

“You keep saying ‘when the parents get here’. I may not be Camellia’s parent but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about her or know what a suitable punishment is. We’re leaving,” you grabbed Callie’s things from the floor and escorted her out of the office.

Once you got to the car, you took a deep breath.

“Did the nurse look at your eye yet?” you asked softly.

“She gave me an ice pack,” Callie nodded.

“Good,” you sighed and drove off.

-

When you got back to the house, Callie ran up to her room and shut the door.

You grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and slowly made your way up the stairs with Winnie trailing behind you.

“Camellia, the longer you ice it, the less noticeable it will be,” you spoke through the door.

Callie flung open her door and then plopped back down face first on the bed.

You placed the ice pack on her night stand and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Do you want to talk about it or be left alone?” you asked quietly, fully expecting the second answer.

“They found out that one of the boys they liked liked me,” she cried, “And when I told them that they didn’t have to worry because I don’t even like boys, I like girls, they got even madder at me.”

She continued to sob into your chest as you stroked her hair soothingly, “They told me I was a freak and going to hell.”

“Camellia, I am so sorry you were treated that way. You should be accepted as who you are wherever you go. You are not a freak and you are not going to hell, that is if you even believe in that. Being who you are is not a sin. Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to share your sexuality with me. You wanna know what?” you asked her.

“What?” she looked up at you.

“I’m bi so I’ve dated girls and boys and people who don’t identify as either. It’s okay to love who you love. There’s nothing wrong with that,” you explained to her, “Now, it’s up to you but I don’t feel comfortable with you returning to that school.”

“Me either,” she emphatically shook her head.

“There’s a private school in the next town over that some of my patients go to and they seem to love it,” you suggested.

“It's super expensive though,” she sniffled.

You wiped her tears away, “Don’t worry about that, Camellia.”

“Call me Callie,” she whispered.

“Okay, Callie. How about you watch some TV with Winnie and I’ll make us dinner.”

-

The tour at Callie’s new school had gone wonderfully. The student tour guide and Callie hit it off immediately and they were fast friends. They even had the same schedule so she would have a familiar face on her first day.

You still had to tell Spencer as you promised to keep him up to date with all things regarding Callie.

“Y/N, hey,” Spencer greeted as you entered the room.

“Hi, Spencer. I kind of have some big news,” you trailed off.

“Okay…” he responded.

“Callie transferred to the private school in the next town over.”

“Why?” he immediately asked.

You bit your lip. Callie had told you that she hadn’t told her dad yet so you couldn't explain why. She knew he would be understanding but it was still scary for her.

“Callie and I felt her old school wasn’t a good fit for her anymore,” you stated.

“Why are you calling her ‘Callie’ now? All of a sudden, you guys are buddy buddy now?” Spencer questioned, frustration growing on his face.

“Spencer, it’s important for us to bond so she feels comfortable at home,” you replied.

“How are you even paying for it?” he asked.

“I have plenty of savings and it’s worth it to see her happier in her new schooling environment,” you calmly explained.

“Can you just tell me what’s going on with my daughter?” Spencer slammed his hand down on the table and you flinched, “You aren’t her parent. I am.”

“Spencer, there’s certain things that I can’t-”

“What happened to being on my side, Y/N? You think you can just take her from me, move her to a preppy school, and she’ll forget about her real family. Guess what, Y/N? You're the expendable one.”

“I’m going to go,” you stood as tears began to flood your vision.

-

Callie had weekly dinners with the team every Friday night since Spencer had been arrested. You had never been invited, the team seemed determined to not get to know you. They would rather have you as another person to blame in this mess but that was their prerogative.

Callie came down the stairs about 30 minutes earlier than the team was set to pick her up. Callie seemed more comfortable around you and hung out in the living room more than her room with the door closed now.

“We’re going to need to do something about that eye so I don’t get tackled and interrogated by a bunch of FBI agents,” you motioned to her purplish black eye.

“I was going to ask for your help,” she held up her makeup bag.

“Sit,” you patted the spot on the couch right next to you.

You and Callie both sat criss-cross applesauce, facing each other with an episode of RuPaul’s Drag Race playing in the background. Winnie climbed into her lap as you gently blended concealer over her eye.

“How about some eyeshadow? I have a few palettes down here,” you ran to the bathroom to get them.

“Any of these colors look interesting to you?” you asked as you laid the palettes down on the couch.

Callie selected a bright pink and a dusty orange.

“You do not shy away from color and I love it!” you grinned, dipping your brush into the powder and tapping the excess off on the side.

“How did it go with my dad today?” she asked.

Your lips pursed.

“He was mad at you,” she sighed.

“More just frustrated that he wasn’t getting the full story,” you reasoned.

“I think I’m going to tell him,” she spoke.

“Honey, don’t feel pressured to just because your dad is upset with me.”

“No, I want to,” she reassured you.

“Okay,” you smiled, “We’ll go Sunday morning.”

-

“Are you okay waiting out here?” Callie asked.

“Don’t worry about me, honey. This is between you and your dad but I’ll be right here if you need any support,” you reminded her.

Callie nodded and headed into the room.

“Sweetheart,” Spencer smiled softly, “How have you been?”

“I’ve been okay, Dad. I actually have something to tell you.”

“Y/N already told me you switched schools. Did she force you to do that? Is it more convenient for her or something? Do you want me to contact the team to get you back into your old class?” Spencer replied.

“No, Y/N didn’t force me to do that. It was completely my decision. It’s actually less convenient for her because her drive is 20 minutes longer now and she is paying for my tuition. And, no, I absolutely do not want to go back to my old school,” Callie answered all of his many questions.

“Oh,” Spencer said, “May I ask why?”

Callie started to tear up, “They were really mean to me.”

Spencer pulled her in for a hug from across the table.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he rubbed her back.

When Callie wiped her tears away, her eye makeup came off and Spencer saw the extent of it and he started to cry too.

“Oh god, Callie,” Spencer pulled her in again for a tighter hug.

“I’m a lesbian, Dad,” Callie spoke into his chest.

“I’m so happy you decided to share that with me, sweetheart. I love you so so very much,” he kissed the top of her head, “You know your dad was bullied quite a bit throughout his schooling for not fitting ‘the norm’ either…you know what, maybe I’m not the best example…but what I’m trying to say is ‘normal’ is boring. Don’t ever feel like you have to pretend to be someone else to fit in.”

“Thanks, Dad, and I think you’re a great example, you have 3 PhDs and you’re an amazing dad. Anyone would be lucky to be you,” Callie smiled.

“It’s easy when you have the best daughter in the whole world,” he grinned, “So you like this school better?”

“Yes, very much. I already have more friends than I did at my old school and I joined the art club, the soccer team, and chess club,” Callie beamed.

“Sounds like you have a busy schedule. I’m so proud of you, Camellia, for everything,” he smiled.

The guard knocked on the door to announce that visiting time was almost up.

“I’ll see you in two days, Dad. Love you,” Callie hugged Spencer one last time.

“Love you too. Also, could you send Y/N in here for just a minute?” he asked.

Callie nodded and headed out the door. You came in a few seconds later with your head pointed down at your shoes, not making eye contact with Spencer.

“I wanted to apologize for my temper and thank you for not ruining a beautiful moment between me and my daughter as much as I was pressuring you to,” Spencer spoke.

You lifted your head up and smiled a bit, “You’re welcome, Spencer. I’m always on your side.”

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Mahogany Wood

Sister Mary Eunice punishes you at Briarcliff

Possessed!Sister Mary Eunice x fem!reader

Warnings - Smut, caning, whipping, sadism, punishment, homophobia mentions

A/n - Some good ole Mary Eunice smut. Honestly idk what the fuck I was thinking while writing, but hey, it's fun.

You hadn’t been at Briarcliff long when Sister Mary Eunice took charge. Sister Jude had been kicked out as you heard through the grapevine.

Sister Mary Eunice had always been Sister Jude’s henchwoman. That’s what another patient told you. That she was Sister Jude’s bitch, basically. You figured that when Sister Mary Eunice took over that she’d be lenient and a pushover.

You were wrong.

Around the beginning of the month, your father caught you kissing another woman and sent you straight to the crazy house. Being queer was a big no-no around here. So here you were. Stuck with the paranoid schizophrenics, the deranged killers, and the gone-crazy widows.

You were sat in the common room, playing Go Fish with Miss. Lancaster - a grieving widow. When she eventually wins, you slam your cards on the table and stand up abruptly, causing your chair to fall over behind you.

“This game fucking sucks! You always fucking win because you’re a goddamn cheater!” You accuse, yelling out angrily. Briarcliff made everyone go mad. And for you, it made you unable to control your anger.

Orderlies come rushing in and grab you by the arms. “You fucking bitches!” You yell out as the strong men grab you by the arms. “Rot in hell! All of you!” You continue screaming and kicking as the men practically carry you to Sister Mary Eunice’s office.

They throw you inside and you see the blonde woman sitting at her desk, her nun habit only showing her blonde bangs. Her skin was pale and she wore deep red lipstick on her lips.

She looks up at you, her eyes landing directly on yours. It felt like she was looking through you. “Leave her here. Thank you.” She says to the orderlies in a calm, smooth voice. The men leave the room, leaving it to just you and the nun.

“Anger issues don’t bode well in a place like this, Miss. Y/l/n.” Sister Mary Eunice states, standing from her desk. You stand in place, a deep fear in your body that if you moved, you’d be toast.

Instead, you just breathe heavily. She rounds the desk, eyeing you. She steps in front of you, being a few inches taller than you. “What do you think your punishment should be?” She asks.

You shake your head. “Let me outta this hellhole.” You seethe.

She chuckles shortly, a smile on her red lips. “This… isn’t even close to hell. You want to get on the good side of me? Don’t backtalk.” Sister Mary Eunice comments. You exhale sharply, watching as she leans back and grabs the file with your name on it off of her desk.

“Homosexual tendencies, huh?” She reads, her eyes set on your file. “Tell me, what have you done with a woman?”

“I’ve fucked them. They’ve fucked me. I love being a flaming, raging queer, sister. I love having women on top of me and below me. Feeling their tits and how wet they get.” You say bravely, a smug smirk on your face.

Sister Mary Eunice just chuckles, eyeing you up and down. She took in your asylum outfit that consisted of a boring dress and a knitted coat. “Speaking so courageously given the circumstances.”

You hum, quirking your head to the side. “Take off your coat.” She demands, her voice coated with finality. You delay and she just raises her eyebrows at you. Apprehensively, you slowly shrug off your knit coat.

It falls to the floor and Sister Mary Eunice smiles. “Drop the dress, too.” She adds on. You exhale deeply, your eyes set on hers as you undo the buttons of your dress and slide the dress off of your body, letting it fall pathetically to the floor.

Sister Mary Eunice surveys your body - taking in your breasts and hard nipples before falling to the slightly too big cotton panties the nurses provide. “Those too.” She says, pointing to the panties.

As you slide them over your hips, she walks over to the cabinet and opens it, revealing a variation of whipping canes. Your eyes widen at the side of them.

She grabs one of them and rubs the cane against her palm. “Bend over the desk. Now.” Sister Mary Eunice continues demanding orders like some kind of drill sergeant. You follow, your breasts touching the cold wood of the desk as you bend over so your bare ass was sticking out.

You feel the cold cane run up your inner thigh. You shiver, your body tensing. “How many whips? I say forty, given your foul language earlier.” She comments. You groan, feeling the cane rub against your pussy.

With your cheek pressed against the desk, you wince when Sister Mary Eunice whips you with the cane. And fuck, did it hurt.

Your hands grip the desk’s ledge, your ass cheek burning angrily from the slap. “Count for me.” Sister Mary Eunice orders. “O-One.” You groan out, breathing heavily. She brings the cane down on your ass again, this time harder. “Two!” You cry out.

The fire spread through your entire cheek, making you whimper in pain as she hit you with all her strength. Which was a lot of strength. The numbers slowly climb and with each whip, you can feel your cunt getting wetter.

“Thirty-eight!” You mewl, your voice breaking as tears waterfall down your cheeks. “Thirty-nine!” You continue calling out. With one extra harsh whip, Sister Mary Eunice reaches forty. “Forty!” You draw out, the wood wet below your face from tears.

Sister Mary Eunice pulls you by the hair from your bent-over position, making you face her. She smirks as she sees your red eyes and wet cheeks. Her eyes dance down your body, past your heaving breasts until she reaches between your legs.

“Dirty, dirty girl.” Sister Mary Eunice chides. She uses the tip of the cane to spread your legs, making you whimper as your ass presses against the cold wood of the desk.

She runs her cane over your inner thigh, collecting the gooey wetness that coated your thighs on the cane. “Lick it off.” She orders, raising the cane to your mouth. Tears roll down your cheeks as you beg her. “No… I’m sorry.” You plead.

Staying eerily silent, Sister Mary Eunice pushes the wet cane against your lips. You begrudgingly stick your tongue out and lick it, tasting your own arousal. She smiles as she watches you, her sadism helping her get off on it.

Pulling the cane away from you, she lets go of your hair and pushes you to the ground. “Get out of my sight.” She demands.

“C-Can I get...my clothes?” You say weakly. She shakes her head, sitting back down at her desk. “No. Ask the orderlies for another dress. It’s part of your punishment.”

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I'm sorry that you've had bad experiences with our clothes. We actually order from multiple different companies, each of which has a different sizing chart, not counting t-shirts, which have their own sizing issues. That's why we have the applicable sizing charts linked on every item, notes on every item about sizing, and several large-type, bolded reminders through the process that we cannot exchange clothing for size, so please make sure you've checked the actual size chart for the item, including right at the top of your order confirmation email.

(I just pulled a test email to screenshot, which is why it has my name.)

This has been explained before, but I'm glad to explain it again: there is only one way that we could possibly afford to offer the variety of items that we offer, with no fat tax, in the number of Pride flags we carry, and in the number of sizes we carry, and that's to make all sales final.

On every pattern-printed item we have added in the past several years, there are at least 10 standard Pride flags, and as we move forward, everything's getting this full list: Ace, Aro, Bi, Bear, Gay Men's/MLM, Genderfluid, Genderqueer, Gilbert Baker, Lesbian, Non-Binary, Pan, Progress, Queer, Rainbow, Trans. Got it? Okay. Now guess how many items on each thing sell with aromantic pride colors, or gay men's, or lesbian, or genderfluid. On most items, four flags sell consistently: Ace, Bi, Trans, and Rainbow. A few more sell mid-range amounts: non-binary, pan, Progress.

To be able to exchange items for size, we would need to either a) already be stocking the item or b) have some faith that we'd be able to sell it again. Since most things from rarer flags never sell a single thing, and it's only, like, one out of fifty items with an aromantic flag option that ever sells the aro variety, that just isn't the case.

We also don't buy in bulk, because if we did that, we'd have to restrict the number of different styles we offer to just a few, and those would be the styles that fit and are preferred by the vast majority of people. To be able to offer more modest styles, styles that work for very short or very tall people, styles that work for people who are self-conscious about their broad shoulders, etc. etc. we need to work on an order-single-items-when-purchased basis.

So that leaves us where we are: we pay to have each piece of clothing manufactured, and we keep our profit margins as reasonable as we can so that we can try to make a living and pay our employees a living wage while also not charging astronomical prices. If you buy a single piece of clothing from me, and you want to exchange it, and it's not something I expect to sell again, I'm well in the red on that item.

That adds up fast, and we're already riding thin margins. We don't have funding coming from anywhere but sales, either, which means we don't have big reserves to rely on. Freedom from investors -- and we've had offers -- means not having someone telling you your shit is too queer or too objectionable and your margins are not good enough and you pay your employees too much, because, frankly, fuck that.

At the end of the day, the choice is either we can't allow exchanges or we stop offering 80% of what we offer, because we can only do exchanges for size if we think we can sell the item. I'm sorry that didn't work out for you. Our size charts on some items do run small compared to what people may be used to, but our posted size charts are extremely accurate, and I stand by them. Neither Emet or I are even vaguely skinny, and we've tested nearly everything we offer -- there are one or two we didn't because it was a special order for a single customer -- so I can say pretty firmly that if you measured and compared to the size chart, it should match.

I do my best when it comes to sizing issues -- if an order comes in and it has 2 things marked size L and one that's an XS, I'll hold the order and try to contact the customer to make sure they meant to order the XS and it wasn't a mistake, since XS is the default drop-down size. I don't catch all of the sizing issues, but we know this can be tough, so we want to make sure people get what they ordered.

If the item you got doesn't match the posted size charts, we would hope you would contact us right away so that we can reach out to the manufacturer and get you an item that is correctly manufactured. Everybody makes mistakes, so it's not out of the realm of possibility that someone would get something marked size L that's actually the measurements for a Medium. It's only happened maybe a half-dozen times over the past 5 years, but it has happened.

(This is not, by the way, a request for advice on the topic of exchanges from anybody -- we have had many, many long conversations about the topic at PHQ, and we will continue to have those conversations. If we ever figure out a way to make it work, you all will be the absolute first to know.)

You wish we could offer exchanges? Me too. I'd like to be able to do that while still offering more than 4 flags and 2 designs. If I figure out how to do that without going bankrupt, you'll be the first to know.

Okay, y'all.

I'm gonna be really up front with everybody in a way that I'm usually not:

This year so far has been really rough, in a way that kinda has me worried. Bear with me, and there will be dog pictures along the way and pictures of new swag at the end, ok?

Running a small business is always rough, and with everything going on - with me being down-and-out struggling to get my hysterectomy approved, with everything going on financially & politically, with Jake moving out here - we knew that this year probably wouldn't be a banner year, but...

... when I pulled reports at the end of May, I was kinda shocked and gutted because at the start of June, we were actually down a considerable amount year over year. I knew the year wouldn't be great, but like, oof.

Pride is usually where we make our money for the year - we call it "gay Christmas," because where other retailers count on their holiday season, we count on Pride to make sure that our employees get paid during January of the following year.

Pause for Ser Davos Seawoof:

This Pride has started ... slowly. Not terribly, but a little more slowly than I'm comfortable with, and slowly enough that I'm nervous. We invested a lot of money in new stock and equipment, and that's got to pay off. Right?

So here's the pitch:

We need to make at least $60K in sales this month to make sure that we're in good shape for the upcoming year. We are currently at $8100, and we have a two-day event coming up in Seattle at the end of the month, but that still gives us an awful lot of ground to make up.

If we hit our sales goal for this month, NerdyKeppie will donate 1% of our net profit for June to @queerliblib.

Just hitting that goal would both make it possible for us to know we can make it through the year & even if we have the worst profit margins this month, it'd be a minimum $250 donation.

We just added Express delivery as a shipping upgrade on most of our t-shirts (limited color and size options on that, which isn't under our control) so if you need something quick, we've got you, and everything from our Portland HQ collection ships usually within 2 business days.

Everything in our Bottoms & Tops collection is Buy 2, Get a 3rd 69% off with code TOP2BOTTOM until midnight tonight:

And as always, NerdyKeppie is 100% trans-owned and queer-run. We start all of our employees at a minimum of $25/hr, and all eligible employees are IWW members. We have no investors, and we have no shareholders to please. Big box corporations screw over small artists and drop Pride the minute it gets hard or controversial, but this is our life.

We're here for the long run. Help us stay and help us build resources for today & tomorrow, and get some cool-ass swag while you do.

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