#why does EVERYONE think I’m a lesbian
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salemdotcom · 7 months ago
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Why is it that every time I talk to a straight person they’re like “so how long have you been a lesbian?” And I’ll be like “Never been one. I’m not a lesbian. I am nonbinary though.” And they’ll be like “ohhhhhh I see. Wait how does being a lesbian fit in with that though.” And I’ll be like “IT DOESNT. ON ACCOUNT OF IM NOT ONE.”
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artnerd1123 · 2 months ago
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Finally watched tadc ep 4 and ;_;
Gangle……..
(Spoiler talk in the tags)
#I want to hug her and draw with her#she just wanted to follow her passions and be herself nd instead has to juuust… hide behind masks#but her comedy mask did come back. kinda. on its own. and that’s a really important message/bit of symbolism I think#I really love all the little bits of characterization we got here and there#Pomni stepping up even though it’s not super fun and trying to work with everyone for the better#(also the gummigoo bit was RUDE AS HELL)#seeing ragatha let loose some and see that she’s… not really super nice and good all the time#she acts that way bc she wants to diffuse the situations. ‘I hate you but I don’t want you to hate me’#‘I love [ragatha] but it gets hard to tell when she’s being genuine’#it sheds a new light on her character and I’m eager to see how it shakes out when we get more eps#especially hers!!!#and Jax NOT being an asshole was so ?????? he can do that??? bro what?????? fascinating. show me ur layers bunny boy#why are u being nice? is it bc u got tired out? is it bc Pomni seems like she genuinely cares for all of them and he wanted in on it?#or does he actually care under all that jerk face dickery :squints:#AND THEN ZOOBLE MY ANGEL#THEY DID THEIR BEST AND EVEN THO THEY DIDNT HAVE FUN THEY TRIED TO KEEP EVERYONE SAFE AND INCLUDED#and the bit with the spatula hand killed me hfjdjdjdj they’re trying so hard :’)#god I love zooble#also can we talk abt the ‘giving away pieces of yourself’ thing. how vulnerable that was???#but only to gangle. only her.#those two have a friendship I really love and I’m so glad we got to see more depth to it this ep#also kinger getting to rodeo was hilarious as was Caine n bubble sharing a tongue AND the glitches HFJJDKDK#also also ONE MORE THING. ragatha horse girl and lesbian moment is so funny help me#arty escapades
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hillsofuhhtennessee · 2 years ago
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I jokingly talked about Kibbe typing Gene but man…. Soft Dramatic actually does fit him pretty well. I had a hard time figuring him out because he’s relatively narrow and rectangular on top which doesn’t really fit any of the tall types, he’s only really yang in how long and relatively straight he is but super soft edged even when thin. Kind of makes me want to look into it with the rest of KISS since typing men that way is relatively rare and they’re all pretty weird looking vs conventional male celebrities. I have a terrible time understanding types from like 90% of mainstream celebrities in general because I just find them all so samey, I get it more when it’s someone distinctive looking and unsubtle like MLK or Floor Jansen.
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ginzuras · 4 months ago
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still thinking abt the ashfur redemption au if anyone was wondering
#i’ve decided it’s now featuring squilf and bramble tension during po3 bc she wants the deputy spot#added tension to her choice to foster mother for leaf bc she knows it sets her back from becoming deputy#but she loves leaf more than . anything else#but also maybe there’s a little resentment there anyway#anyway she doesn’t tell anyone who the kits father is#but everyone assumes it’s ash bc he and squilf are still . close friends#neither of them do anything to deny this bc it’s easier than explaining the truth#(ash does not know the truth either)#anyway in the meantime fire is having a Weird Time watching all of this#thinking of bluestar and the choices she made and why she made them#knowing squilf wants to be leader#bramble in this au is not Evil but he is a little more aggressive and prideful bc of hawk & tigers influence#and fire is looking at his daughter and looking at who he chose as his deputy#and wondering if he made the right choice#meanwhile ash is like (staring out at the lake) i think im gay#and missing hawk and feeling so conflicted and wrong about this#and can’t talk to squilf bc he’s terrified those actually Are his kits#and she’s desperate to talk to him bc she needs support rn but she can’t be fully honest with him abt this#without betraying her sister#if i didn’t clarify this before ash and squilf did have a Thing#but then they both realized they weren’t actually interested in each other#it was just easier to pretend they were than to confront reality#reality being ash is gay and in love with the son of the guy who killed his mom#and his not bf manipulating him to be the backup plan for orchestrating fire’s death#and for squilf it’s ‘i’m probably a lesbian but i have a job so i don’t have time for that’#i will continue writing this in tags because erm.#i have anxiety#anyway<3#have a nice night
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princesssmars · 1 month ago
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so...we can all agree vi is an ass girl, right?
modern!au. 18+ content ahead. post contains lesbian sex and dry humping. inspired by this video from love and deepspace. i didnt know they got down like that. wc : 3.081.
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she didn't show it often before, but lately violet could quickly become so achingly desperate for you.
she didn't show it often, but violet could become so achingly desperate.
at the start of your relationship, she tried to play off her need for you in a casual way, brushing it off as just being a very attentive girlfriend. you never had a problem with, always open and accepting of whatever little bits of attention she would give to you.
but then one day she slips, and she can feel your dynamic shift as soon as it happens.
she was away visiting her family for the holidays, body snugly tucked under the covers in her childhood bed as she held her phone above her face. the house was quiet, the air was cold, and she was having an internal battle with the reasonable part of her that told her to call it a night and drift off to sleep already...
and then there was the other side. the one that suddenly brings to her attention the steady heat that’s been building beneath her stomach after you sent the prettiest photo of you all dolled up in your parent’s guest bathroom. the one that made her bite her lip as she observed every inch of you through the screen before instantly liking the photo and sending back a flirty message. the one that now gravitated her fingers to calling your phone in the middle of the night and hoping and praying you’d pick up, nearly breathing a sigh of relief when you did.
"vi? are you alright?"
loaded question, she thinks to herself. in perfect health? of course. of sound mind? debatable, but for the most part yes. alright? no, definitely not at the moment.
"yeah, yeah, i’m alright princess. just wanted to talk to you."
"aww, you're such a sweetie. how'd i get so lucky, huh?"
and yes, she does appreciate and silently adore the sweet sentiment. but the sound of you cooing at her with just the tiniest hint of a rasp in your voice from tiredness only cements her fate, having to use all of the rational energy she has left to stop whimpering.
"tell me how your trips been. wanna hear your voice for a little longer."
"no problem. well im fine, everyone here is good. besides my aunt nat, she's still moody because no one allowed her in the kitchen again-"
you go on about your family and their shenanigans, and she cant help but quietly laugh along when you giggle about some of the stories and memories you've made. but the 'conversation' takes a turn when you start to talk about her.
"you know i miss you, right?"
she feels a subtle pang in her chest, half longing and half desire. "oh yeah?"
"yeah. rolled over in bed this morning and kept trying to find you till i realized where i was. it's weird not waking up with you."
she hums, hoping you cant hear her stuttered breaths through the receiver. she doesn't know why hearing about you subconsciously looking for her embrace is what does it for her, but she can only give a short response as one of her hands trails down into boxers.
"wish i could've been there with you, baby."
"mmm, me too. missed your warmth, swear you're like my own personal heater. wish you could be here with me now."
her breathing stops and her eyebrows raise. "oh yeah?"
"yeah. missed your hands, too."
fuck, fuck fuck fuck. she's taken off guard, mind racing at your words and tone and before she knows it she has two fingers stuffed inside of herself while she quietly whimpers for you to keep talking to her.
"fuck, just a little more baby, please, 'm so close-"
"aww, you're such a good girl for me, aren't you violet?"
she swears she bites her lip so hard it nearly bleeds when she cums, walls clenching around her fingers and eyes rolling back into her head as she reaches her peak while you talk her through it.
the next week when she picks you up from the airport she can see it, a glimmer in your eye and quick in your smile that wasn't there before. she tries to ignore it when she pulls you in for a long-awaited embrace but then she just gets so enveloped in your warmth, your smell, the feeling of your body pressed hers. she's only yanked out of her lovestruck stupor when you whisper a sly little comment in her ear about how long and tight she's been holding you.
"call me crazy but if i didnt know any better i'd say you're feeling a little desperate for me."
so the cats out of the bag. she's super attached to you, so what? it's not like you ever complained about it, instead constantly using her neediness to your advantage to get what you want from her. you'll likely never have to beg and convince her to get up from bed to change the thermostat again, only needing to graze your hand across her chest and press a lingering kiss to the space beneath her chin before she's leaping out of bed and speedwalking down the hall.
and don't even get her started on her libido. the both of you had an amazing sex life already, able to almost instinctually tell what brought the other the most mindblowing pleasure possible. but ever since that night, it's like her desire for you only increased tenfold, barely able to go a day without getting her hands on you or vice versa.
it only reached a head when you decided to truly test her limits.
she had taken up a later shift to help out loris who had a date, which meant by the time she returned home she was too tuckered out to have her way with you. but during times like these, she could always count on the early morning sun waking her up just in the rich window of time for morning sex. but when the light rays peek through her bedroom window and she uses her arm to pull you closer she finds you absent, your side of the bed cold.
after a brief search through the house, she opened her text messages just to find your sent a sweet text only an hour before she’d woken up to tell her your friends had invited you on a last minute girls day around the city the night before, and you didn’t want to wake her from her sleep since she seemed exhausted when she got home.
vi groans and falls back into the pillows, lousily texting you back a short message to tell you she loves you and hopes you have fun with your friends. she’ll be alright, she can go a few more hours without you near.
but only an hour later after she’s showered and eaten a quick breakfast she feels the ache start to build in her chest, eyes darting up to the clock on the wall and groaning when realizes just how long this day is going to feel.
everything she tries to do to keep her mind off of you fails miserably. doing chores? she's thinking back on the time when the both of you first split up household duties when you moved in together, feeling giddy at sharing something so menial with the girl she was enamored with. making herself a protein shake for the gym? now she's stuck in a daydream about all the times you've been in this kitchen together, sharing sweet baked goods and sweeter kisses as you settle into domestic bliss.
she has got to get out of the house.
jayce understood her problem as soon as she called inviting her down to the gym for a few hours to work off any ‘pent-up energy’ she’s currently... unable to get out in her preferred method.
it works for a while, the familiar smell of sweat and the slight ache in her muscles grounding her back into reality as she makes casual gym talk with jayce. she's just starting to feel like the absence of you is off of her mind when she hears your text notification on her phone, accidentally leaving her place as jayces spotter to open up her phone.
as soon as her brain registers that you’ve sent her pictures she makes up some lame excuse to get to the bathroom, tuning out her friend's groan of disapproval as she speed walks to the restrooms and locks herself in one of the stalls.
the first few messages are sweet, little selfies of you and your friends as you enjoy your day together as you get some sweet treats together at one of the malls concession stands. a lovesick smile involuntarily grows on her face, always happy to see you smiling and enjoying yourself with the people who care about you. but her eyes start to squint when you start to send pictures of you trying on various outfits from some of the outlet stores, posing demurely in front of the trying room mirrors.
but then her eyes widen to the size of dinner plates when suddenly shes getting photos of you in her vagina's favorite enemy - lingerie.
even before vi started acting so eager about your body, it wasn't hard for you to catch on to the fact that the woman was so clearly an ass girl. even on five hands, you wouldn't be able to count the number of times you’d caught her staring or sneaking small glances at your behind, not to mention how she thought she was being discreet about her affection for it with the numerous times she’d slap it when walking by you. she tried to laugh it off when you brought it up in conversation, assuring you that she loved each and every part of you and could never pick a favorite.
but now you were determined to really see how much she wanted you, using every dirty trick in the book you could think of. she feels her face get hot as she looks down at her phone, the image of you in lacy lingerie, back facing the mirror as the magenta fabric (nearly the same shade as her hair, jesus christ,) stretches across the swell of your ass and crisis crosses across your back.
her brain short circuits. before she can think about it she’s saving the pictures to her phone and calling you at the speed of light.
“hey, violet. how’s your day?”
“you are so… evil. amazing and beautiful and evil.”
your giggle rings through the receiver, melodic and teasing. “what's the problem? you don't like the set?”
“don’t even joke. when are you getting home?”
“mmm not till late, the girls wanted to go to a club tonight.”
“oh you’ve got to be kidding me-”
“do you want me to send you the address?”
vi hasn't been to a nightclub in months, at first harshly avoiding the hard party scene in favor of her sobriety before feeling no need to indulge in the party scene once her life became more stable, especially after she met you. but she never stopped you from going out and having fun with your friends, tagging along once in a blue moon to sip on a mocktail while she chatted up the bartender and stared at your ass while you danced.
tonight was an extremely necessary blue moon.
the air is hot, and the feel of her drink burns her throat as vi waits at the bar, blue eyes wide and aware as she stares at the club’s crowded entrance like it owes her money. the bartender asks if she’s alright, scared she’s waiting for someone to arrive to jump them before she assures them she’s fine. they slowly nod and get back to making drinks, nearly dropping a glass out of fright when she slams her glass on the bar and quickly makes her way over to you.
if she wasn't so laser-focused on finally getting her hands on you she might've been a little cocky at the fact that you look like you were about to salivate at the sight of her, knowing she made the right decision to wear the tight pants she knew you loved on her. in only a second she’s got her hands settled on your waist, not caring that your friends are laughing at her clear excitement over seeing you in your club outfit, a tiny dress so she can see the wide expanse of your legs, your arms, your shoulder - fuck, the straps of the pink bra aren’t even hidden by the strapless dress-
“wanna dance with me?” your voice is nothing short of flirtatious, and you already know your answer by the way you start to walk past her to the dance floor, already predicting how she follows you like she’s on a leash.
as the both of you grind and dance in the middle of the club every thought racing through vi’s head is centered on you, physically and mentally unable to focus on anything else when she finally has you so close again after what felt like years. she feels a familiar sense of euphoria when her palms glide up and down your waist, smirking to herself when she feels you shudder when her hands reach up to cup and discreetly squeeze your breasts. she’s feeling happy about finally starting to turn the tables back on you before you arch your back into her, your ass pressing into her as your hand reaches up to her head, nails dusting along her cheek before reaching into her hair and pulling.
it’s only to be expected that that’s her breaking point, dragging you through the dancing bodies and into the back of the building until she can find anywhere to get you alone, thanking any god that exists above that she finds an open storage closet and drags you inside, pressing you face first towards the door. a little voice in her head reminds her not to be too rough with you, but it’s quickly silenced when she sees just how much you crave it, how your back is yet again arching and your hands are clenching into fists from their places on the wooden door.
it's nice, to remember that you want her as much as she wants you.
in only a few seconds she’s given into it, pressing you further into the door by pressing her body against yours and grinding her crotch into the fat of your ass, eyes lidded and head dropping to rest on your shoulder from the rush of pleasure she feels below.
“vi, oh my god-” your voice is light and airy, every word almost choked out as you struggle to prevent yourself from moaning out and alerting every person in the bar about what the two of you were up to.
“i know, fuck, I know, baby. i just-” she cuts herself off with a groan when she lets her hand travel down your front and under your dress to your panties, face running hot when she feels just how wet you’ve gotten. she’s all but rushing to ruche up your dress, mind going fuzzy yet again at seeing the pink fabric covering your ass and how it feels under her when she begins humping you yet again.
“nngh, knew it. knew you were an ass girl.” you giggle.
“god, please stop talking-”
whatever snarky little comment you were going to make dies in your throat when her arm comes up and around your neck to hold your jaw, turning your head around and smashing her lips onto yours. you whimper and moan into her mouth, violet greedily eating the noises of your pleasure as she takes you up against the door.
you pull back for a few seconds to catch your breath, both of your eyes drifting to the thin trail of saliva connecting your lips together.
she can feel it, then. an almost electric charge that runs form her body into yours. you lean into her touch, arch into her further like you’re trying ot merge your bodies into one. when her other hand tightens around the pushed-up fabric of your dress and she gets that absolutely adorable scrunch between her eyebrows you know what she’s asking, and you gently nod your head.
and so she presses her lips back to yours, her crotch further into your ass, and rides you in the cramped nightclub storage closet. she's grateful that you seem to be enjoying it just as much as she is, her mind completely focused on getting closer and closer to her peak. she can feel it building quickly, a growing heat below her stomach reach to burst at any moment. all it takes is you, sucking on her tongue before mumbling muffled words into her mouth begging for her to finish against you. she cums with a stifled moan into your mouth, only amplified when she feels you shudder and go loose in the legs beneath her.
you’re both panting, sweaty, and tired as you stare at each other. it’s a comfortable silence as you help each other adjust - vi fixing your dress and you attempting to put her hair back in her signature style.
“so,” your voice lilts up as vi’s busy fixing her jacket, debating if she wants to take it off to cool down or not, knwoing she’ll probably just wrap it around your arms outside anyway. “you gonna admit it yet?”
she rolls her eyes, looking at you with an exasperated but fond look in her eyes that makes your stomach flip. “you just love being proven right, don’t you?”
“absolutely.”
“fine, you were right. are you happy?”
“very. now, let’s go home annnd maybe,” your fingers hook into the loops of her pants and tug her closer,”you can show me a little more just how much you need me, yeah?”
maybe, vi would show her neediness for you more often. just a little.
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katiascraft · 11 days ago
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request idea: @number-fifty-five so here it is! I was already working on it when you sent this so I got so happy I wasn’t the only one waiting for Alex content! Thanks for sending your request darling <3 hope you enjoy!
˖˙ ᰋ ── i can do the shit that he never did
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yourusername: that's how you lose the girls <3
summary: after the past events on the formula one lore around Charles Leclerc, we can confirm he has a type. Artists, aesthetics and Instagram influencers. What the world didn’t expect was that his two exes would end up together. Insane, right? But in the world of millionaires life it’s pretty unexpected and not as it seems to be. Bonded by art, this is a love story for the books of formula 1 history.
warnings: just use your imagination along the ride! lesbian/bisexual!reader. smau. I recommend listening boyfriend by dove cameron cuz I was inspired by that to do this <3 Charles will be framed as a piece of shit just for story proposes. slut shaming and hate comments.
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yourusername: I’ve made it mom! sad you’re not here to see it but I know you’ve always knew I would be here. First time ever in an art gallery ✨ can’t express how happy I am right now. Thank you everyone that came to see my art and took the time to say a few words to me. I guess now i’m proof that dreams can really come true! Also I met this super pretty girl, I don’t remember your name but if you see this, I just wanted you to know that you looked like an angel <3 thank you for your kind sweet words.
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landonorris: screaming like a bitch for you my little girl
⤷ yourusername: love you my bitch
⤷landonorris: your forever bitch
⤷ yourusername: I’m way more gay than straight
⤷ landonorris: thats not a nice way to reject people y/n.
user234: after so many years finally you’re recognized for who you are!!! So proud of you<3 no more someone’s gf or someone’s ex
⤷ yourusername: thank u beautiful
danielricciardo: your mom will be so happy to see you there like I saw you today ❤️‍🩹 you’re amazing bestie keep showing the world how wonderful you are
⤷ yourusername: 😭😭😭😭😭 best thing out of f1 was you thanks universe
⤷ landonorris: auch thats personal
⤷ danielricciardo: not the universe, I accepted you in my world.
⤷ yourusername: don’t judge my beliefs
user23: WHY IS ALEX HERE
⤷user9763: omg they follow each other!!?!
⤷user988: I just checked and they don’t yet she just liked this post
⤷user12: this is weird
⤷user873: why would they follow each other like I wouldn’t follow and be friendly with my boyfriend’s ex?
⤷ user99: for real
⤷user66: maybe they broke up??
⤷user123: I don’t think so, Alex has still the pics with him up on her profile and they still follow each other but y/n doesn’t follow any of them
⤷user875: I have a gut feeling about this and I don’t wanna be Charles
francolapinto: qué bonita sos y/n
⤷user1: so disrespectful dude
⤷ user772: not Franco shooting his shots just in case 🤣
maxverstappen: how increíble you are y/n. Congratulations on this new chapter!
⤷ yourusername: thank you maxxie I miss you
⤷ maxverstappen: come on Tuesday for dinner
⤷ yourusername: 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️
⤷ user877: oh to be in that dinner
user01: so no one is gonna talk about the girl she’s looking for?? Like I didn’t know she was into girls???
⤷ user6233: after she broke up with Charles she dated a girl for a few months and she talked about it on her YouTube channel!!
⤷ user762: im like new to all of this and idk she was a YouTuber! I’ll check her out asap
⤷ user761: yes! I love her she does vlogging and just talking about random stuff she is really sweet and bubbly
user871: congrats beautiful!!!
yourbff: you deserve the world Angel 🩷
danielricciardo: @/alexandrasaintmleux
user7651: anyone saw what Daniel commented???
alexandrasaintmleux: ❤️❤️❤️ *liked by yourusername*
⤷ user77: OMG HOLY JESUS
⤷ user12: SHE DIS NOT
⤷ user89: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON
۶ৎ new notification!
@/alexandrasaintmleux started following you
۶ৎ now you follow each other
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alexandrasaintmleux: an amazing weekend 💌
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user667: INSANE BEHAVIOR
user123: so y/n is tagged…
user98: weird shit going on
user76: you’re so beautiful Alex omg
user771: where’s leo?
user763: the fact she tagged Charles’ ex…
yourusername: thank you for coming pretty 💋
⤷ user667: INSANE BEHAVIOR
⤷ alexandrasaintmleux: thanks to you for the rose beautiful x
danielricciardo: the audacity of these women nowadays
⤷ user971: right?!?!?
user529: I think I stopped breathing
user18: they are flirting… CHARLES EXES ARE FLIRTING ?!?!
kikacgomes: my beautiful perfect talented women
⤷ pierregasly: love!??? We don’t support this!???
⤷kikacgomes: HUSH
alexalbon: I can’t believe my eyes
⤷ user197: that’s what I mean????
user1986: is anyone gonna mention that Alex may be the mysterious girl y/n was talking about on her post?????
⤷ maxverstappen: we are trying to pretend this doesn’t exist
⤷ danielricciardo: we are trying to
⤷ oscarpiastri: I don’t like this at all poor papa
⤷ landonorris: weird just weird oscarsito
⤷ user91762: NEW NICK NAME
charlesleclerc: you can’t do this to me
yourbff: fuck him *liked by yourusername and alexandrasaintmleux*
⤷ user667: INSANE BEHAVIOR
user197: so we should hate Charles then…?
⤷ maxverstappen: rip
⤷ landonorris: he will be missed
⤷ danielricciardo: they are gonna kill us guys just stop
۶ৎ three Grand Prix later…
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f1gossipgirl: BREAKING NEWS‼️as we had stated the last month, Alexandra (Charles’ girlfriend) has not attended a single Grand Prix over the last two months which is strange. Since then rumors started flying about a possible break up and last night paparazzi caught them in a fight outside a Monaco bar. This is uncommon behavior for Charles Leclerc and Alexandra. There isn't a confirmation about the break up so we will keep you updated.
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user990: im just sad for them they seemed to be end game and now this
user188: im kind of happy I never liked her. He deserves better
user1993:isn’t it strange that she is now friend with Charles’ ex???? Like WTF if they are still dating it’s just weird
⤷ user199: but I don’t think it’s weird. Y/n makes art and Alex do too so she went to the gallery and met y/n there. And they became friends. It doesn’t implied anything
⤷ user100: but what about the rose??? And the other drivers comments??? Something is rotting here
⤷ user199: we shouldn’t be making this a big deal. Charles is a man and can also be a dick. We don’t know them.
⤷ user708: I can’t agree with you. Charles won’t ever hurt her.
⤷ user199: are you besties with him or her or what?
user1324: I read on Twitter that Charles was seen out with his group of friends and a girl that was not Alexandra like a few weeks ago. They said they were making out and stuff. Anyone in Mónaco that knows things?
user8845: I don’t like the fact everyone is throwing shit to Alex. It’s misogynistic. Couple are formed by two people. Fault it’s always two parts. Stop spreading hate towards Alex. We don’t know them.
user9733: y/n was a piece of shit with Charles. Not surprised Alex moved to her.
⤷ user199: WE DONT KNOW
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user1876: charles being such a sweetheart and Alex just erasing him speaks volumes
⤷ user98: she isn’t obligued to speak up if she doesn’t want to tho????
user762: I don’t believe in love anymore 😭
user91: I bet she cheated
⤷ user1: she cheated with his ex I’m sure
⤷ user934: sluts both of them
usrr1866: I can’t believe my eyes in this comment section
user177: she was too ugly for you babes dw you’ll fine someone way better then her someone classy
user9122: it’s obvious she was too less for you you deserve better handsome boy
user198: the way everyone is sucking the balls of Charles without even knowing what happened between them what if he was an asshole ???
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f1gossipgirl: BREAKING NEWS ‼️ Alexandra saint and y/n were seen together these couple of week ago. Sources state they were kissing and making out. Apparently love is in the air for these two! What do we think?
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user199: insane behavior but for some reason I ship
user088: I feel bad for Charles how awful you gotta be to make your exes bond over past trauma involving you?? insane
user1866: it’s like Ollie and Franco’s exes dating
user988: I don’t like any of them tbh but they look cute
user12: I wanna know the tea. It’s not normal to date your ex’s ex tbh
user1943: apparently Prince Charming wasn’t so charming
user443: beautiful girls happy for them
user4366: poor Charles this is humiliation
user034: I just know they are goals
danielricciardo: they are amazing guys!
⤷ user22: HOLY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE SIR
⤷ user99: HE CONFIRMED IT HE CONFIRMED
user199: im going insane rn I’ve never experienced this in my life and never will again
۶ৎ one week later
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yourusername: the moment you were all waiting for it's here! My new video speaking my truth is out now on my channel! You can all suck our balls now! 💋
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user642: the fact that we know what actually happened between her and Charles back in the day now… we didn’t know how toxic Charles could be
user99: I felt so bad for them when they talked about being harrassed online :(
user12: I can’t believe Charles would be so controlling. It’s scary like even if he plays the good guy he is evil.
⤷ user877: psycho behavior tbh I had chills
user11: I really wish you both the best
user199: HAHAHAHJA the shirt my lord you ARE amazing girl congrats on your love!!!
user43: I love the fact she doesn’t give a damn anymore so she went and exposed sir Charles leclerc as if she was reading a book, amazing
user7653: this proves apparences can lie!!! What a rough experience girls!! Hope you get well and love each other very much
danielricciardo: so proud of both of you!!
⤷ yourusername: I love you brotha
landonorris: we will miss you Alex :( we first lost y/n and now you. Life’s tough men.
⤷ oscarpiastri: you still got me lan
⤷ landonorris: my osc 😍
⤷ maxverstappen: let the girls be the trendy gays
⤷ yourusername: that’s what I said
user667: now we can say Lewis is the best ferrari guy
⤷ user882: yeah we can say he is the good one now
charlesleclerc: this can’t be happening
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alexandrasaintmleux: my girl my girl my girl ❤️
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yourusername: I can do the shit he never did up all night I won’t quit 😍think I’m gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman plus all my clothes would fit
⤷ alexandramsaintlux: I love you I love you I love you I love te amo te amo te amo te amo
user876: OMG GOALS
user754: we can’t deny they are so cute 😭
yourusername: my forever is with you
⤷ alexandramsaintlux: and my dream is now reality thanks to you baby you’re the best in this universe im so lucky
landonorris: didnt think I would be sobbing seeing this
⤷ oscarpiastri: I know who is crying for real tho
⤷ danielricciardo: sassy
⤷ maxverstappen: though he was your father?
⤷ oscarpiastri: I SAID DONT EXPOSE HIM
⤷ landonorris: you didn’t actually
⤷ oscarpiastri: we broke up
⤷ landonorris: 😐
yourbff: goodbye piece of shit hope you have a really awful time on this earth <3
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don’t forget to like, reblog or comment! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (And drink mate together)
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visenyaism · 14 days ago
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top ten clinically depressed asoiafers
I don’t think anyone ever wrote out the Westerosi DSM but I’ll take a crack at it.
Honorable Mention- Mance Raider and Qhorin Halfhand. We don’t get enough to make a full conclusion because it’s not important to Jon’s story so this is just a vibe but I feel it strongly.
10. Rhaena the Lesbian- like one of two actually great fire and blood characters. Convalescing in Harrenhal for like a decade after her wife left her and her third husband killed all her girlfriends plus she was one dead kid and one dead mother down. Kind of epic. Should have survived long enough to be weird and bitter to Jaehaerys’ insane children.
9. Daemon Targaryen- hey speaking of killing yourself in Harrenhal. Him never being happy with what he had or knowing what he wanted beyond getting his big brother to be proud of him so he just had to constantly chase dopamine in the form of insane levels of violence grooming teenagers and getting his cop frat brother employees to like him for money. Chemical imbalance with a body count in the thousands for his last midlife crisis wife leaving teenager grooming riverlands murder suicide bender alone.
8. Rhaegar Targaryen- Hey speaking of making your clinical depression everyone else’s problem at Harrenhal leading to the death of thousands. Why do people keep letting them do this is the question. Could estrogen have saved her is the second realer question
7. Lysa Arryn. Free her.
6. Daeron the Drunken- what if you were HAUNTED by PROPHETIC DREAMS that were only BAD and spelled the death and doom of your ENTIRE FAMILY and you COULDNT ESCAPE THEM except through SUBSTANCES and you were also the HEIR and your DAD was so DISAPPOINTED IN YOU and you had to take your RUDE and disrespectful plucky BABY KING ARTHUR brother to the CIRCUS and he was TEN and BALD and picked up by the hedge knight you DREAMED OF because he is going to INSTIGATE TO THE ETERNAL MISERY OF YOUR FAMILY a little bit on accident because you are DRUNK. NO HOPE. also honorable mention to post-fratricide Maekar who just locks himself in summerhall for years and post-treason court hostage Daemon II Blackfyre. I hope he and Daeron got brunch.
5. Ned Stark- classic flavor original variant Father Depression. Things went wrong for him young that he will never explain to anyone ever and they form a veil that serves as a barrier between him and the world and everyone he loves. Poor Ned.
4. Stannis Baratheon. Never let himself enjoy anything ever. Melancholy from birth. Rude and extremely blunt with everyone. Smiles twice both at Davos. Anorexic. Bald. Who among us has not been there.
3. Alannys Harlaw Greyjoy- finding out that Theon and Asha have an alive mom who is a gothic horror attic wife who never recovered from the loss of her family to the point that she’s still asking when all her dead and missing sons are going to come home to her and then Theon comes home and does not visit her. Actually agonizing for me the reader
2. Jon Connington- I’m about to get real sincere with these last two because Dance was a really good book that hit at a pivotal time for me. Everything he is in the world to do is motivated by this deep and profound grief and repression that simultaneously makes him a worse person (hungry to commit war crimes) and his best self (dives into the river to save Tyrion contracting greyscale in the process, being as loving and supportive of a father to Young Griff as anyone really could possibly be in this series.) The fact that he is such a late-game addition but feels like a missing piece as a character because of the emotional weight he carries is really cool. I love all his chapters. Tried to grasp a star overreached and fell is so powerful.
1. Tyrion Lannister- I adore his dance with dragons chapters where after his big moment of patriarchal catharsis he is suicidal and misanthropic and an alcoholic and hurting himself and others. It is really compelling because sometimes people get worse. And yet this is interspersed with moments where he is confronted with real genuine danger or real genuine joy and he consistently chooses to be kind to others for no material gain. Like comforting Penny during the storm or tackling a Stone Man into the Rhoyne to to save Young Griff’s life. Arguably these moments do not outweigh all of the harm he is actively inflicting, but they do show that he is incorrect about his self concept that he’s a monster and is actually just a deeply hurt person who has been traumatized so profoundly and is struggling as a result of it.
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ennabear · 7 months ago
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loser abby.. i beg and plead
ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ 100% projecting here again because i am VERY experienced in being a loser lesbian… heh… i think loser!abby is more awkward instead of shy (it’s actually canon) so i’m sorry if this gives you a little bit of secondhand embarrassment…. (i swear hope it’s not too bad)
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loser!abby who you first meet in the stadium library. you’ve had your eyes on her for a while, sure, but she never talked to anyone. you’ve heard through the grapevine that apparently she was single, but for someone who looks that good? you didn’t buy it.
you try striking up a conversation with her, just some small talk, but she completely dodges all of your questions about her personal life. instead, she talks your ear off for about an hour about the stadium’s dogs.
it’s almost painful, the way you nod and smile like you know what she’s talking about. like the epic time when alice ripped a chunk out of this big guys bicep, or when bear did a backflip for the first time during training. she doesn’t even notice that you’ve stopped paying attention, completely ignores every flirtatious remark with a “thanks! you’re too sweet.”
she stands up and leaves, saying “anyways, i’d better check on manny. catch ya later!” you sit and stare off into space for a few minutes. what the hell was that? she won’t answer questions about her workout routines or patrol routes, but she’ll sit and jabber about fucking dogs? and “catch ya later”? who the fuck says that anymore?
loser!abby who you see later that night sitting at a cafeteria table laughing and chatting with her friends. her hair is down for once, wet and slightly darkened from her shower. she looks like a fucking goddess like this. she could have any girl in this whole base on their knees in a second, if only she’d act like it.
you take a seat next to her, deliberately running your hands over her heavily muscled biceps. “hi!” she lights up. “i was just thinking about you.” this almost flusters you. almost. but you know she didn’t mean it in a flirtatious way.
abby’s friends are actually super sweet. they fill you in on any inside jokes you haven’t picked up on yet, gossip about stadium drama, laugh at cheesy puns, etc.
you’re having a great time until abby tells one of her own jokes. she’s laughing so hard she can barely get the words out, and what she manages to say is stupid and nonsensical. you look around at everyone in the group to see if maybe you’re the only one who doesn’t get it, but they have the same confused-but-pleasantly-humored look on their faces.
a few more months of this awful one-sided craving continues. well, technically it’s two-sided, but abby never shows it. how were you supposed to know?
she does countless more things to embarrass herself in front of you. some less embarrassing than others, like when she spilled an entire ammo box full to the brim with 1,000 bullets. and some more embarrassing, like when she got so drunk that she couldn’t walk straight, and it took 5 people to pick her up and haul her squirming body back to bed. in front of you.
but it’s all so adorable to you. the sweet pink blush that spreads over her cheeks when she realizes that she just ruined the mood for everyone. or the nervous way she twiddles her thumbs before each patrol, fearing she’ll slip up and never come home.
loser!abby who is completely taken aback when you cut the shit and admit that you like her. it goes something like this…
“o…kay? i like you too, that’s why we’re friends.”
“no, cmon, abby. you know what i meant.”
“you like me? like that? i don’t understand why.”
“because! haven’t you noticed me flirting with you for the past eight months? you think it’s normal for me to tell you that i’m in love with you? do your other friends do that?”
“well, no. but i thought you were just being friendly. and don’t you think i’m kind of an idiot? why would you wanna be with a loser like me when you could find someone cooler?”
“i don’t want someone cooler, abby, i want you.” and you smash your lips against hers before she can respond. she doesn’t really know what to do, she just leans in and let’s you take the lead.
when you pull away, she’s beet red. her eyes are huge and— is that a tear? your heart swells at this, grabbing her tightly and pulling her into a bear hug.
“i like you, too.” she says. “what does this make us?”
you smile and place a small peck on the tip of her nose. “will you be my girlfriend? or is that too friendly for you…”
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charmingradiobelle · 5 months ago
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Debunking all the reasons Charlastor is “wrong”
(and I’m going to be brutally honest because I’m tired of y’all’s bullshit)
“Alastor sees Charlie as his daughter!!” No the fuck he does not. He said that to get on Lucifer’s nerves. That’s it. Infantilizing Charlie—a grown ass woman—to make him appear as her father figure is the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen a fandom do, like ever.
“Charlie is a lesbian!” Correction; she’s bisexual. She likes women and men. Careful babes your biphobia is showing
“Charlie is with Vaggie!” So? I don’t care. I can ship her with whoever I want. Canon does not dictate what you ship and it’s getting ridiculous how people think otherwise
“Alastor is aroace!” He’s just ace. And ace people can be in relationships and believe it or not they can have sex. It’s not your place to define someone else’s asexuality. (Also it’s a bit sus how I never see anybody bring this up in any post about literally any other Alastor ship…)
“The age difference is-“ let me stop you right there. This fandom does not give a fuck about age gaps because if they did, they wouldn’t be shipping Alastor or anyone else with Lucifer—who is older than the earth itself. Charlie has like maybe 100+ years on Alastor but he’s been dead for almost a century now and he died a full grown man so it really doesn’t matter
“He’s manipulating Charlie!” He’s manipulating everyone. That’s his whole personality. Why is it ok to ship him with other people but not his narrative parallel?
“They have no chemistry together” are we watching the same show..??
“Well it’s just not a good ship!” That’s your opinion. If you don’t like it that’s fine. My feelings will not be hurt if you unfollow me for what I post. You do you, idc. Just keep your negativity away from me, and other Charlastor shippers. Our content is not for you so stop interacting with it.
Oh yeah also these characters aren’t real, so like stop being so offended over a goddamn ship. I promise you your daily life will not be affected by it
Anyway that’s all.
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cranberryjuice-posts · 1 year ago
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hear me out please please
Clarisse La Rue with a bimbo girlfriend like her gf is gorgeous but a bit slow and she loves to show her affection to Clarisse and every one knows there together but people still throw themselves at fem reader
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Clarisse La Rue x fem reader who is the daughter of Aphrodite and she had a nightmare and goes to clarisse for comfort
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Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Bimbo! Reader
An - FUCK guys please im literally an athletic artistic fem lesbian why does no one love me 😭
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“But im not Cold” You hummed tilting your head to the side. Standing in front of you Logan held out his letter man jacket trying to pass it over.
“But You Are It’s 67 degrees out, you’ve gotta be a little chilly” he grinned still trying to push the jacket to you.
You shook your head. “If I was i would ask clarisse for her jacket.
“Clarisse isnt here though, so I think you should just put my jacket on. We don’t want you getting cold”
Considering it for a moment you almost reached out. Your hand only stopping when you heard a voice you loved threaten behind you. “Fuck off Logan, stop harassing my girlfriend”
Clarisse wrapped a protective hand around your waist. Looking at you for a moment she smiled with a soft “hi”; kissing you quickly before turning her attention to the nervous demigod.
“It wasn’t like That Common” he chuckled trying to play it off. Clarisse obviously didn’t believe him, in fact she found it amusing he was trying to cover his ass.
“Baby you have anything you wanna say to him” she looked down at you. Happily wrapping your arms around clarisse you leaned into the hug, “I love my girlfriend”
“Yeah You do” she smiled flipping off Logan while walking away with you. Clarisse wasn’t going to threaten him, at least not in front of you she’d rather just wait until morning.
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“Im sorry” You frowned sitting on the ares cabin porch with clarisse.
She sighed looking sweetly into your eyes. “Don’t worry about it ok, it was his fault for flirting with you anyways” her calloused hand ran up and down your thighs, occasionally bumping into the edge of your shorts.
“But I didn’t know he was flirting with me” with a heavy sigh you placed your hand over clarisses. “I don’t want anyone but you why can’t everyone just know that”
“I know Baby” clarisse chuckled leaning into you placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Wanna stay the night?”
“Yeah” You giggled slightly, with the help of clarisse you got up and walking into the cabin.
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Sitting by the Aphrodite table you gossiped and laughed with some of the other girls. The occasional wave to clarisse here and there, you slid out from the stone table to get some more food.
Todays Outfit was simple, deciding on a denim miniskirt a white cardigan and a tight camp tanktop toy had cut up to show cleavage.
Only a few steps past the ares table you felt someone slap your ass. Turning around upset then first thing you saw was clarisse punching the culprit with a French toast bite in her mouth.
You stumbled back slightly, tripping over your shoes. It took three of clarisses bothers and Chiron to get her off the boy who was coming in and out of conciousness.
“Don’t fuck with me Logan!” She yelled with a busted lip from his hand hitting her. her curls were displaced and her body tense like she might fight the next person she sees.
Reaching out clarisse flinched slightly from your hands. Realizing you were only trying to hold her she quickly leaned into you, letting you cup her face.
Examining her swelling lip you led you hands down to hers. Instead of saying anything you just walked her away from the growing crowd and towards the infirmary
Silently dabbing the alcohol soaked cotton on her lip you tried to not get to emotional. “Thank you”
Clarisse Just hummed in Response, softly squeezing your thighs from the sharp pain of the alcohol. “I’m not gonna let someone assault you and get away with it”
Setting the cotton aside you ghosted your thumb over her healing cut. Leaning down you kissed her chapped lips. You didn’t know what you did to deserve her.
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By the next morning Logan had bad luck suspiciously latched onto him, and his beloved talent in sports had suddenly faded away aswell. Maybe because you and clarisse coincidently asked your parents to curse him or maybe he was just having a bad day. It was really a question left up for the fates.
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hatsukeii · 5 months ago
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hiii congrats on ur 1000 followers 🌟🌟
i will like to have a cup of latte and boba pls, on side note i’m allergy free ✨✨ and so is that guy over there. the tall guy with chocolate brown hair sitting at the corner of the store, he’s name is suna rintarou. do you mind passing the drinks to him? its on me 🫶🏻🫶🏻
hey, good to see you around! your order's up!
feeling like a drink yourself? order one here!
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do you like girls? / suna rintarou x reader
ingredient(s): fluff + crack!! pre-timeskip! misunderstanding trope but in a good way, reader is a bassist because it works LOL
disclaimer(s): implied fem! reader but gn pronouns, suggestive but not like extended it's just the punchline
wc: ~1.0k
drink profile: lesbian panic, lesbian misunderstandings, lesbian confusion
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"Really, Suna? Of all people, that one?"
"Don't call them that, asshole."
Forgetting that Miya Osamu, at the end of the day, is still Miya Atsumu's twin brother, was the biggest mistake of Suna Rintarou's life. He should have known that the two would share gossip amongst each other, but it had slipped his mind when he absentmindedly confided in Osamu about his recent infatuation. Now, the two of them peek through the square window of the Inarizaki music room, fighting and clawing at each other for a view of the person behind the door. Suna watches, leaned against the wall on the other side of the hallway, glancing away from the twins as students and teachers alike pass by. Suna does not know who the twins are. He is not sure why they are fighting in front of the music room door. That is what he pretends to believe.
"...'Samu, are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Osamu grunts, shoving Atsumu to the side and taking his spot. He pokes his head just high enough for his eyes to float above the window frame, but low enough to stay unnoticed. When he catches a glimpse of the person in the room, his head turns toward Suna, agonisingly slow.
"Suna, I think you're in love with a lesbian."
"Fuck you mean I'm in love with a lesbian? I would've known by now if they were, I see them in every other class."
"Oh, we mean they're into GIRLS kind of lesbian. What else do you think we mean dumbass?" Atsumu chimes in, taking another glance through the window. What a sight, Suna's infatuation is a manifestation of exactly what he cannot have. They manspread on their chair, wear clear nail polish on cleanly trimmed nails, silver rings on every finger, and most importantly of all, wink and click their tongue at another girl, who turns away giggling. If only Suna could see this, he would be shattered. Atsumu chooses to keep his silence this time.
Suna Rintarou is a great pretender, at least in front of the Miya twins, who just so happen to be awfully dense. He crosses his arms, and hugs them a little tighter against his chest, hooking one leg over the other as he leans further into the wall. He doesn't mind, of course not. After all, his infatuation could be fleeting, but your queerness is forever, at least you have an actual reason to be disinterested. That is what he wants the twins to think. But for the first time in his life, Suna Rintarou is punching the air for being born with a dick. Talk about fleeting attraction, this is all but that.
"Well, ain't that unfortunate then." That comes out more dejected that Suna intended for it to, and the twins swing around to face him, pity painted across their faces.
"Awwww Suna! Are you upset? Are you sad? It's okay, everyone ends up liking someone gay once in a whi- ow!" Osamu sends a chop into Atsumu's piss blonde hair, and receives a jab in the chest in return. "Cut it out 'Samu! Stop being a bitch!"
Neither of them notice the door swing open until it hits them in the side, and nearly knocks them over. When they regain their balance, they turn to see you halfway out the door, silver-clad fingers gripping at the handle. Suna's eyes dart towards the twins, and it's reminiscent of the time they ruined his new volleyball shoes during a petty catfight. A look of disdain. Contempt, even. Atsumu eyes Osamu, who nods frantically in return. Together, they run away.
"Is everything all good? Oh, hey Suna!" You chirp, watching the twins dash through the hall and up the stairs. "What's up? You need somethi-"
"Do you like women?" Suna blurts out, before slapping a hand on his mouth. Your eyes widen in disbelief. His face reddens in disbelief.
"Sorry?"
Clearing his throat, Suna hugs his arms around his waist, wiping his hand discretely on the fabric of his shirt that lies above his waist. There has to be a way out of this, he just isn't sure of what it is yet, or so he wants to think.
"...The twins wanted to know." Good segue! Suna pats himself on the back, until he sees the look on your face. Your eyes are squinted, head tilted ever so slightly and lips frowning in confusion.
"I'm not lesbian, if that's what you're asking. I would be open to any gender though..." You eye Suna up and down, and he isn't sure if it's a good sign, until you grin and shrug your shoulders at him. "...if I weren't already finding someone in particular attractive these days."
Something crashes behind you in the music room, and your head snaps to look back. The girl from before clumsily dismantles a drum set, and drops one of the cymbals on the floor. She's trying to be helpful, and you smile, but you're responsible for pack-up today.
"Oh well, I get why they'd think that though. Bass player, so I gotta keep the nails short." You turn back to see Suna, whose hands are beginning to get clammy on his shirt, and who hopes to god you don't question the blood that rushes to his face. Unfortunately for him, you take notice anyways. Fortunately for him, though, you choose not to push on.
"Ah. Got it." His feet shuffle, and he stands up straight again, finally separating from the wall.
"Cool? Cool. Okay, I'm gonna go and deal with that. I'll catch you later for lunch, Rin?" Suna swallows, nodding quietly. He isn't sure where the nickname came from, but he thinks he'd like to get used to it.
You retreat into the room, but not without shooting a wink and a click of your tongue in his direction, and Suna swears he can die right there. But not before he tracks Osamu and Atsumu Miya down, and forces them to apologise on their knees.
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barista's note:
hope you liked it!! i had this idea because i saw a prompt about an osu player but i was like mmm no im not into osu player how about BASS LOLOL but i hope this was enough of both crack and fluff for you, dear customer! on the side i need loser suna because i just know he's a SLEAZE idc
tags: @chuuya-brainrot @fiannee @catsoupki @akaakeis @hiraethwa @wyrcan @laughingfcx @bakery-anon @bailey-reeds @kongkhoi @kuroppiii
ok love u all bye bye i need my rest after english paper 1 and 2
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demonmarker · 1 year ago
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Beautiful with you
Regina x Reader (Masc. Lesbian)
Chapter 1
Regina George. The Queen B of North Shore High, known for her dominance and the fact that anything she does is always for her self-gain, and you have absolutely nothing to do with her. Never had, never will, so you thought.
Like any other day you sat by yourself in the cafeteria at lunch, drawing in your sketchbook like you always did with your Doc Martin feet kicked up on the table, earbuds in with Bad Omens playing in your ear as you work on your latest idea for a new tattoo on the back of your neck when at the corner of your eye you see movement and… pink? You glance in the direction of the movement and see none other than THE Regina George clicking her fingers at you to get your attention. You had a small hallway crush on Regina. But who doesn't? You even have a realism drawing of her in your sketchbook, but you didn’t bother drooling over her or even bother trying to talk to her. You tried doing the whole friends thing when you were a kid and you were always left crying and humiliated, so it was a loner life for you and your sketchbook was the only friend you needed. Curiosity getting the best of you, you pulled out one of your ear buds showing she got your attention, “Regina” your voice low and husky since you never really talked much at school. “Oh my god finally,” your eyes narrow, not impressed by her opening line. “Come sit with us”, waving a beaconing hand. You lift one of your eyebrows up in suspicion, “Me? The tattooed lesbian loner freak? Sitting at the Plastics table? With the most popular and beautiful girls in the whole school? Yeah, I can see a red flag when I see it so… I’m going to pass.” Regina stuck her chest out proudly with a matching smile, “You think I’m beautiful?” You rolled your eyes and put your earbud back in your ear signalling that that was the end of their conversation. At the corner of your eye you see Regina get out of her seat and walk off, guessing you did the trick, no way was she really wanting to hang with you, like every other time it would probably have ended in a cruel prank that everyone but you found hilarious. Without warning your sketchbook was ripped out of your hands by the familiar blond using your book to swat your feet off the table, sitting where they once were. “Hey! What the fuck?!” Regina just held up her hand to silence you, and it. Fucking. Worked. The abruptness took you off guard. Queen B started flipping through your drawings, your cheeks going red knowing that the drawing you did of her is in there. “Hey, that’s private!” you tried snatching your art diary back but she was quicker, moving it out of your reach. “I don’t know why, these are surprisingly good. I was expecting stick figures at best, look you even coloured inside the lines.” Ignoring the insult your leg starts anxiously bobbing up and down rapidly from the anticipation of her discovering the drawing of herself, in that moment you’d rather defuse a bomb. Flicking another page Regina stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening and her mouth agape. The feeling of being so helpless to stop the inevitable made your anger rise, flashbacks of people laughing and humiliating you start running through your head. It wasn’t fair! This keeps happening again and again. Your anger gets the better of you and you abruptly get up from the table and storm off.
Getting to your locker, you attempt to enter the code into the lock but of course in you fit of rage you missed a number and that was the straw that broke the camel’s back as you smash your fist into the metal door “Fuck!”, removing your bloody fist from the now red dent in the locker door, you pinch the bridge of your nose as you feel a migraine coming on. “My god, you are such a drama queen!” the familiar voice of the cause of your anger exclaimed from behind. Your head snaps to see the blond beauty again, her eyes go to the bloody fist print you dented into your locker “Got it all out?” her eyebrows raised, seeing the blood, her eyes darted to your bloody knuckles hanging by your side. She gave an exaggerated sigh and grabbed you by the sleeve of your dark red leather jacket, “Come with me”, not like you had an option.
Pulling you out to the car park and to her red jeep she opened the passenger door and then the glove box grabbing a small first aid kit out, she held her hand out for your injured one and all you could do was watch in stunned silence as this woman–who everyone saw as the Queen Bitch herself–delicately cleaned and bandaged your injury. She glanced up at your confused expression “Stop looking at me like that you dork.” Being called out made your cheeks go red, instantly reacting you let out a “Sorry” like you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar. “Wait, why am I apologizing? You started this, give me back my sketchbook!” tying the bandage’s knot she raised her hands defensively. “Hey, I didn’t tell you to chuck a hissy fit and punch your locker now did I dummy? Say please and I’ll give you the sketchbook,” she grinned. Your eyebrows scrunched “No!” you snapped back. Lifting an eyebrow with a mischievous grin, she took a step closer to you while pulling your face down to hers, your faces barely inches apart, “Say. Please.” Your cheeks went beat red, being so close to the beautiful goddess you could smell her perfume and feel her breath on your face, all making you want to give into her, the want to obey your submissive side was almost overwhelming, “P-please”. Her grin grew, her hand still holding your collar pulled you the rest of the way to her lips. Those lips. Those soft, plump, intoxicating lips. You completely lose yourself, never wanting the kiss to end. She wraps her arm around your neck, her hand gently caressing the back of your head under your tied up black hair where your undercut is shaved almost to the skin. When you let a moan escape your throat you feel her something flat being pushed against your chest which you instinctively grab blindly. Pulling back, Regina ended the kiss by pulling on your lower lip with her teeth which you automatically moaned to. She put her forehead against yours reaching up she wipes her lipstick from your lips, softly whispering to your lips “Good girl”.
When you come down from cloud nine you see her already walking back to the main school building, Fuck, what just happened? You look down to the object in your hands and find your sketchbook with one page dog eared. You turn to the marked page which was the drawing of Regina, a message written in the open space of the page “You're kinda hot, come to my place after school today. Meet me by my car.” You couldn’t stop your heart from racing, Regina George just kissed you! And she wants to meet up with you again! The rational side of your brain kicked in and made you question if this was all some sort of trick, telling you to keep your walls up, scenarios like this don’t happen to loners like you. It’s not like you could hang out after school anyway.
Trying to get through all the scattering people at the end of school was always a nightmare but you manage to make your way to Regina’s jeep, the blond standing against the bright red car in waiting. Seeing you approach she straightens up “Hey Loser, you ready to go?” you roll your eyes at the nickname. “I’m sorry I can’t today.” She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow. “Oh? And why not?” “I-“ you start but you hesitate, you look off into the distance as you argue with yourself whether to tell her the truth and let her in, no one knows what really goes on in your life and you liked that way it kept everyone safe. Or should you just brush it off and leave it at that? You release a sigh, “Would you be up to letting me show you?” Regina narrowed her eyes wondering if she should trust you or not “You’re not going to take me to some creepy warehouse and murder me are you? The pretty blond always dies first and you got the whole broody, loner killer vibe going on” she gestured to your whole person. You roll your eyes “Do you want to or not?” Chucking her hands up in defeat “Argh fine”, she walked to the passenger side of her car as you got in the drivers. Once comfortable you get a confused look on your face as you look at the dash, Regina looking at you with her own look of confusion, “Remind me again which one is the brake and which one is the accelerator”
The look of disbelief she gave you was priceless, “You can’t be serious” You cackle from her reaction, “I’m joking” you continue to laugh as she slaps your arm, already feeling at ease around her. “Don’t worry I’ve got my full license, your baby is safe with me.” “She fucking better be” she mumbled.
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formosusiniquis · 2 months ago
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Steve gets control over the TV three hours a week. Friday night when he commondears the phoneline too so he can talk to his mom about Dallas as it’s happening. Tuesday, when their local network airs the new Star Trek. And Wednesday, when Quantum Leap is on.
He had to fight for Wednesday.
He had to admit that maybe he does have a thing for science fiction but he doesn’t actually think Robin cares that much about China Beach, just giving him a hard time.
It’s October, Robin is on the floor finishing up their costumes for a party she found on Saturday.
“Where’s he leaping to this week?”
“You’d know if you tuned in every week with me.”
“No, I’m with Eddie, it lost me when the leap was about Buddy Holly and not saving that lesbian.”
He ignores her. Because that isn’t what happened, mostly, and the episode is starting and because he doesn’t actually know the answer. Last week’s episode had ended with a leap back to somewhere Sam had already been.
And somewhere along the way Steve isn’t sure he’s even watching anymore. He can’t even hear Al and Sam’s banter over the sounds of his own thoughts.
Why wouldn’t Sam be excited? Who wouldn’t be excited to get to be a girl? It’s just sometimes, has Sam never thought it would be nice to be a girl just for a little while?
Then there’s the dress.
“I wish I could look like that.”
“What?”
Steve’s barely aware he’s spoken until he hears Robin trying to clarify.
This should be a bathroom conversation, but if he looks away he’s worried this will end. He can’t come back and have it be over. He can’t leave the bathroom and learn he imagined the whole thing. 
So he looks a the chest hair poking out of a low cut floral dress and he says what he’s thinking.
“I want that, I think. I want the dress and the shoes. I want to look in the mirror and see a pretty blonde with a strong jaw. I don’t want it all the time, but I want it.”
“Okay.”
“Is it?”
She clambers up on the sofa. Her fingers cold where she grips tight to Steve’s arm. “I don’t think everyone’s going to get it, but I do. I get you, I’m with you. And you would look better in that dress than Scott Bakula.”
“I’ve got better legs than he does.” Steve says, cause that’s what they do. It’s something serious and then they break the tension knowing they’ve got the one person in the world who understands them sitting right beside them.
“And your hair is nicer.”
“I wouldn’t wear that ugly hat.”
“You wouldn’t need to, your hair would look better.”
“Robin, I think I want to be a girl today.”
“Sounds like it's time to leap, Stevie.”
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estrellami-1 · 2 years ago
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If I Should Stay
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Eddie does end up following Robin because he does not, in fact, have a death wish.
Even if, apparently, he dies in the future. Go figure.
She instructs him to grab his guitar. “Why in the fuck,” he starts, then reconsiders when Robin whips around to stare at him. “Anyone ever tell you you’re terrifying?”
Robin shrugs a shoulder. “Not as much as they should.”
She stashes her bike in the back of his van and directs him to the Harrington residence, where Steve’s waiting, arms crossed, wondering smile on his face. “Miracle worker,” he calls, and Robin laughs as she grabs her bike from the back.
“Hate to break it to ya, Dingus, but you’re just not scary.”
“I’m plenty scary. I’ve got a nail bat.”
“Right, because that would beat Nance’s sawed-off in a fight.”
“Hey, it could! You never know! They’ve got different ranges!”
Robin rolls her eyes at Eddie, like she’s asking if he can believe it, which. No. No he can’t.
“Sorry,” he says, regretting everything when they both look at him. “What the actual fuck is happening?”
“Come inside,” Steve says, suddenly all business. “We’ve got a lot to discuss.” His eyes find Robin’s. “One of ‘em took Barb last night.”
“Fuck,” Robin whispers.
“Yup. Will’s been missing for two days. Maybe, if we get down there soon enough…”
“Let’s hope so. Which one of the rugrats found El?”
“I think they all did? But Mike’s the one who took her in.” He shakes his head, mouth a grim line. “I saw Dustin today. They’re kids, Robs.”
“So are we,” she reminds him, heaving a tired-sounding sigh. “A buncha kids fighting real-life monsters.”
“Monsters?” Eddie parrots.
Somehow they end up inside while Steve goes to pick up the Party. Who the party is, Eddie doesn’t know. Just like he doesn’t know why he’s in Steve’s Harrington’s house with someone who isn’t Steve Harrington.
“Who’s the Party?” He asks Robin. “And why am I here again? If I die, doesn’t that mean I shouldn’t be here? Should be somewhere far, far away instead?”
“The Party’s a group of kids Steve babysits. They’re the first ones to go through this whole mess. And admittedly, you’re here partially because you can help, and partially for selfish reasons.” She offers him a lopsided grin. “Believe it or not, watching you die was kinda traumatic.”
“Right,” he says slowly. “And you and Steve? How do you know each other? He and Nancy Wheeler are the talk of the town, and if he’s stepping out-”
“He wouldn’t,” she says harshly. “Ever.” She takes a breath. “Two years from now, or a year ago, he and I work together in a mall. Long story short, we get captured and tortured by Russians. High on truth serum, I tell him I’m a lesbian in the bathroom, we help take down the big bad, and boom. Instant platonic soulmates.”
Eddie gapes at her. “What the fuck.”
“Just about,” she nods. “Oh, and the kids love D&D, so you’ll have plenty to talk about. They’re little shits but they’re also kinda great once you get to know them.”
Eddie stares at her. The front door opens, and Steve walks in, followed by a gaggle of preteens and Nancy Wheeler.
“Robs,” Steve says, not slowing his stride as he begins taking the stairs two at a time. “Bathroom. Now.”
Robin grimaces. “Breakdown time,” she murmurs to Eddie, then follows Steve, leaving everyone else staring at each other.
“So,” Eddie says. “I heard you like D&D?”
A dark-haired kid who looks suspiciously like Nancy narrows his eyes. “You play?”
“Play!” Eddie repeats. “I don’t just play, my young friend, I am the greatest Dungeon Master this side of the Mississippi.”
A curly-haired kid begins to grin. “I think we should put that to the test.”
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devildomwriter · 7 months ago
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MC: I love bears they’re so fucking big and dumb
Leviathan: I thought you were a lesbian?
MC: I am talking about the animal!!!!!!!!!!!!
Satan: This is kind of the opposite of straight people forgetting gays exist
Beelzebub: *me inhaling pure Neon into my body by sucking it out of an ‘open’ sign at a store: Hhhhhhhhh
Satan: Wtf
Beelzebub: I felt I was pretty clear
Mammon: Guy about to invent mayonnaise: damn I wish this sandwich tasted bad :/
Solomon: Op’s never had pizza with mayonnaise
Mammon: OP’s never throttled someone to death with their bare hands either but unlike what you said, that can change any second
Asmodeus: When in doubt slap His ass
Simeon: His is capitalized….are you talking about god’s ass?
Mammon: Are you in doubt? Just slap His ass
Mammon: Not to sound like a dr*gon but I do want your gold and I am going to lay on top of it in a pile inside a cave
Diavolo: Why did you censor dragon?
Mammon: Townsfolk may find it scary
MC: Killed a spider n now I feel bad :/
Mammon: Give birth to a spider to make up for it
Mammon: Why did I say that?
MC: Why did you say that
Luke: Hey everyone it’s 5:30 pm
Solomon: It’s 8:24 where I am
Luke: I decide the rules
Mammon: Rules are more like guidelines, fool
Asmodeus: How sharp is your knife (flirting)
Solomon: Come find out (flirting intensifies)
Diavolo: When people start having long random conversations on my posts, my initial thought is “I’m glad these two are having a nice talk” but then I investigate further and almost 100% of the time they’re both horny and role playing historical figures
Diavolo: You all wish I was joking
Solomon: 2025 bullies be like “give me your lunch coins or I’ll unsub from your dad’s onlyfans”
Leviathan: Posts that can cause physic damage
Satan: I am sending pain vibes your way. You will feel a lil discomfort on your leg
Mammon: Ouch
Satan: Yeah
Luke: What happens when you become tumblr famous?
Leviathan: So much happens
Simeon: Like what?
Solomon: So much??? God did you even read the post
Leviathan: Get his ass
Simeon: The best fruits are hardest to open
Beelzebub: This fucking bowling ball is gonna be delicious I know it
Solomon: YMCA but instead of young man they say comrade and YMCA is USSR
MC: Comrade, steel production is down
Solomon: I said comrade, you must sleep on the ground
Diavolo: You think I have a choice? I have to be real
Mammon: This isolated message makes me feel like I’m about to be shot and killed
MC: This reminds me of grandma
Mammon: Hi! What does this mean?
Thirteen: God I wish there was a wasteland I could banish people to
Mammon: It’s the afterlife, sis
Thirteen: You’re right! I could simply murder and kill the people I don’t like! Why didn’t I think of this?
Mammon: Want a gf but I ain’t prepared… I’ve not land to give, no cattle…
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thistlecatfics · 21 days ago
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Remus & Harry's fight in DH with the lens of lycanthropy as CSA
I revisited the fascinating Remus vs Harry fight in DH for my ‘Andromeda hates Remus’ mini meta, and now I keep thinking about it from the lens of lycanthropy as childhood sexual abuse. 
I love using fiction as a way to stretch my empathy muscles (which sounds pretentious and sanctimonious but it’s true!), and it’s taken me a while to really figure out how to find empathy for Remus here. He literally blasts Harry and makes Harry hit his head so hard he develops a big lump! Because Harry rightly calls him out on running away from his pregnant wife! Because it’s hard for me as the reader to see how Remus feels because being a werewolf just… doesn’t seem all that bad? Or at least not disgusting, even if it obviously carries societal stigma? 
A lot of people hate the lycanthropy as CSA thing precisely because there’s this implication that you are then cursed to perpetuate the violence, but I think it’s still a worthwhile way to understand Remus. I’m not going to make a grand text based argument for the metaphor. I just like it because I like using fiction as a way to work through my own stuff. 
Someone does something to you as a kid, something bad, and you carry that around for the rest of your life and you feel like it marks you as different from others and disgusting at your core and probably dangerous too. Most of the time you look normal – which just makes you feel like you’re a liar because you know you’re disgusting and isn’t it terrible that you’re lying all the time and letting people believe you’re alright? But you carry it, hidden, all of the time. 
(Plus, the obvious of Fenrir in the night targeting children, how Draco who has worked to let Death Eaters into Hogwarts in HBP is afraid of the idea of letting Fenrir into a school etc.) 
Many survivors (including nearly all CSA survivors I know who are men or lesbians) have at some point held a deep fear about some latent predatory nature that might take over and lead them to hurt people/children/women in the same way they were hurt. Desire feels dangerous.
So for Remus, the idea that he might pass along lycanthropy to his unborn child is not just “my child might be a werewolf” but “I just deeply harmed a child.” Not just any child. My own child. A baby.
Trauma brain is saying: I let myself relax. I put down my guard and let myself act like a normal person and stopped seeing myself as something disgusting and dangerous and who needs to be set apart from others. I let myself be loved. And what was the result? I did this to a child, just like it was done to me. It feels internally for Remus like he just sexually abused a child.
Even if logically he knows that cannot possibly be an accurate understanding, trauma brain is insistent. He just did the one unspeakably bad thing he hates most in the world.
No wonder he wants to run from that possibility. No wonder he wants to try to risk his life for a noble cause instead of facing the possibility. No wonder he’s so agitated that, when pressed by Harry, he blasts him against a wall. 
I’m not arguing that everyone needs to read his actions this way, and, like I said, I totally get why people hate the lycanthropy as CSA metaphor thing. But Remus's actions only start to make sense to me when I take that lens, and it’s the lens which allows me to feel closest to him and feel the most empathy for him here.
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