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Fall of the table And get swept under Denial, denial Denial, denial (Your ears should be burning) — house of cards, radiohead
YELLOWJACKETS WEEK → favorite dynamic + song/lyrics
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femslashrevolution · 49 minutes
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Day twelve: Dress for @femslashfeb
✨Maleficent x Cinderella✨
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femslashrevolution · 1 hour
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A little silliness for femslash February
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femslashrevolution · 2 hours
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Sapphic September 2023
030. Alternative - Helen Cho/Jane Foster - Marvel Cinematic Universe
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Femslash February Day 21 = Opal & Asami
Don't, don't let me be the last to know
Don't hold back, just let it go
I need to hear you say
You need me all the way
Oh, if you love me so
Don't let me be the last to know
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Femslash February Day 21 = Elia & Ashara
All my friends tell me I should move on
I'm lying in the ocean, singing your song
Ahh
That's how you sang it
Loving you forever can't be wrong
Even though you're not here, won't move on
Ahh
That's how we played it
And there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody
It won't leave my head
Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine
But I wish I was dead (dead, like you)
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femslashrevolution · 3 hours
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MLB Femslash February- ChloLila
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Day 20 of @mlbfemslashfebruary, and I chose the prompt 'beautiful'! I was going to draw 2 images for this one(bc Chlolila brainrot), but ended up not having the time😭
Anyways this scene takes place at a sleepover at Chloe's house. I imagine Lila's feeling tired after a long modelling day (bc c'mon if Gabriel is willing to overwork his own son, ofc he'd do the same to his regular employees), so Chloe's attempting to help her relax. They whisper the sweet nothings they both want to say, but neither have the courage to in public (ironic for them, I know), so they rely of fatigue and the cover of darkness for their honesty.
Dialogue that I imagine for this scene but couldn't fit it:
Chloe: Rossi...have I ever told you that you're ridiculously gorgeous?
Lila: That was so pathetic, but thank you...
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femslashrevolution · 3 hours
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A/N: Rob the World_Femslash February Bingo 2024 @femslash-february | Prompt: Thief. Decided to edit the drawing because it didn't look clear enough.
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Maura & Jane | Rizzoli & Isles 2x05
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Femslash February Day 20 = Azula & Suki
A broken heart is all I have now
But some things are better left unsaid
And I swore that I would never say
I miss you more every day
But some things are better left unsaid
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femslashrevolution · 5 hours
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i'd never tell. no, i'd never say a word. and, oh, it aches, but it feels oddly good to hurt. emily prentiss + jennifer jareau | she - dodie
@lgbtqcreators creator bingo | color
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Class of ‘09 - 1x06
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femslashrevolution · 5 hours
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Happy pride month!
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femslashrevolution · 6 hours
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Explosion - ZOLITA
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 Day 4 — favorite relationship
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Short chlobrina for day 13 of @mlbfemslashfebruary!
Summary: 
Sabrina doesn’t expect to be held so tightly.
Rated G, 400 words
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Gotham Knights - 1x11
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Letters
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Femslash February Day 20: chose violence/sixth sense/letters Pairing: Olivia Benson/Alex Cabot Word Count: 700 Tags and Warnings: light angst, grief, witsec, happy(ish) ending
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Their apartment was too quiet without her. Her books and vinyls were left untouched, gathering a thin layer of dust while Olivia mustered the courage to donate them.
But something was stopping her, something telling her it didn’t feel right. Even though she watched Alex bleed out on the street, watched her flatline as the doors to the ambulance slammed shut in front of her, she still couldn’t accept it.
Alex Cabot has been dead for four months, words that just didn’t belong together in a sentence, in a thought.
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Christmas was bad, New Years Eve was worse. And February was slowly becoming unbearable, as their favorite haunts were slowly consumed by pink and red love heart decorations, roses appearing on every street corner. Olivia thought she was a fool to think she finally had a Valentine, she secretly knew it was too good to be true.
She took overtime for that dreaded night, anything to take her mind off it, then able to sleep in when the spike in reports inevitably rolled through the next morning. She caught up on her paperwork and court prep, working long into the dark, only getting up to refill her coffee from the seemingly never-ending pot.
The feeling of despair slowly came back to her on the drive home, the sunrise almost blinding in her rearview. She could have worked a double, or a triple, she could’ve been at her desk or on patrol, she was still going home to an otherwise empty, cold bed at the end of it.
She slowed her pace as she parked her car in the lot and made her way upstairs. The building was still quiet, her neighbours only just starting to face the day, her trudging steps in the stairwell echoing.
She got to her floor and froze at the sight of something sitting outside her door at the end of the hall. Something colorful and bulky that immediately aroused her suspicions. She got closer, her hands instinctively moving to her holster before it got clearer, the bright bouquet of roses, sunflowers and baby’s breath tied up with an orange tulle ribbon sitting completely unassuming on her welcome mat.
She crouched down beside it and carefully raked through the trimmed stems for anything suspicious, her heart racing at the possibilities. Explosives? Maybe she had a stalker? Maybe the wrong people found out she and Alex were involved and were after her too. She hadn’t even considered the possibility of anthrax before she got too close anyway.
She managed to determine they were in fact harmless on their face, picking them up and unlocking the door. She placed them down on the kitchen counter and stared some more until she spotted the note tucked into the ribbon, her name handwritten over the front in the most beautiful, but familiar looking cursive.
She had no idea what to think. They must’ve been preordered months in advance, that sounded a lot like Alex, and it was the only explanation. But, much like the prospect of her being dead, it just didn’t feel right, despite being the most logical conclusion. Something else was going on, she could feel it.
She opened the note and it was like her heart had stopped, or skipped, or was doing cartwheels as her eyes eventually settled over the page to read it.
sorry We never got our special day together. I wanted nothing more than to wake up next to you this morning. i’m Sorry things had to work out like this, maybe one day we Can be together again. Olivia, i miss you more than words can say. Never in my wildest dreams did i think i’d ever get so lucky. So, so lucky. I hope we’ll meet again soon. until Next time.
forever yours,
A
The note was a mess, and grammar was her forte. Either Valez’s people were messing with her and she had to make a call, or something else was going on. She grabbed the nearest pen from the coffee table and scanned the note again. The random capitalisations, they must’ve meant something. She scrawled them out in her, not so neat, handwriting at the bottom of the page.
W… I… S… C… O… N… S… I… N…
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