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Super nervous to post this on here but here goes nothing. I am trying to move out of the south. For those who don't know, Texas and many other southern states are becoming increasingly risky for queer people to live in. I have never felt accepted or safe here, and it is getting worse. I unfortunately had to use a chunk of my savings for an emergency that popped up, and that has put me behind schedule in my savings for the move. I don't like asking but had to try. I continue to save and find other ways to bring income in, but moving is very expensive. I appreciate anything! A reblog, a donation, a like, a comment. Literally anything to share this! Thank y'all so much!

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And God let me scream it

Let me sing from skyscrapers

Every ear within range ring with the words

I AM NOT WRONG

Tell them Lord

I beg you, call your followers

Say to them you made no mistake

Let their stubborn minds hear you yell

I AM NOT WRONG

Please God, for they doubt your creation

- words of plea from a sinner and non believer

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I love her so much it almost hurts. The feeling coursing through my body each time I think of her. It buzzes through my bones at a frequency no other feeling could replicate. It excites me, yet also scares me. That electricity, what happens if it short circuits? What happens if it grows to enough power to light up cities? What a beautiful thing to contemplate. Either way, I will not be the same for the better.

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There isn’t a part of my mind she hasn’t consumed. I see the warm glow of a sunset, golden lights with passioned reds and I remember her smile, the angles of her neck the sharpness of her collarbone. I see her eyes, the way they study me unnervingly for no one has ever taken the time to see the fractures the flaws and beauty all at once but I look into those eyes and I hear the waves crash on a warm sandy beach and I see the whites, the blues and tints of greens as the waves curl and form and fall and pull back into themselves. She and I are not the same but a strange reaction, an odd phenomenon, like snow on the beach, the cold delicate flakes of ice falling into the blues waves

#how am i supposed to be sane about this #i dont know how to be a muse #i was always the poet #im gonna spiral about this for the next lifetime #i love her so much #wlw poetry #wlw writing

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And she says I'm the poet

did you know that the oceans rage because they're jealous of your beauty?

I do not worry about oceans and their anger, all I care about is the way you make me feel and how even the sun is not as brilliant and beautiful as you

#wlw post #wlw #sapphic #asks #girlfriend

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You say the woman you write about is cuter? But I doubt it, I just know you’re the most beautiful girl with the most beautiful heart

How do you know that if you don't know what I look like 🤔

#sapphic #this is my gf #she's acting like i dont know it's her #but it is in fact her #shes so cute #also a massive dork

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Hi! I just wanted to say that I don’t know much about you but considering how romantic ur work is I’m sure you’re really cute in person ✨

Aww thank you! I'd argue I'm not as cute as the woman I write about though 🤎

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Fuck the head and the heart. Have you ever felt your soul hunger for someone?

- Her, ACS

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You came into this world screaming. Don't let them silence you now that you have language.

- ACS

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Someone once told me that they love physics because everything sings

Every atom and molecular structure is singing its own melody

At first I didn't understand

But I think I did when our bodies connected

I could feel the music buzzing through my every atom, and yours responding in tune

The two of us make music so grand, as if we were a symphony composed by the cosmos themselves

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Knowing that you love so deeply is a complicated matter. To know that you put your whole heart and soul into every little thing, yet also understanding that not everything or everyone has earned that type of love. Knowing that you'd pour every ounce of love you contain into a person and when that runs out god knows you'll find more, but also knowing that giving that does not mean they will stay. It doesn't mean they won't hurt you or break you. It doesn't mean they'll give you any back in return. Yet each time, you can't help but give it your everything. Maybe it's the foolish hope that maybe this one is different. That maybe this time, they'll pour themselves back into you until you're both so full so full the oceans are envious.

- ACS

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TASTE THAT YOUR LIPS ALLOW

SUMMARY — after a morning of insatiable teasing, wanda and natasha take turns completely undoing you

WARNINGS — smut minors dni, soft dom natasha, soft dom wanda, teasing, lingerie, hickies, fingering, nipple play, choking, edging, oral (r and wanda receiving), begging, thigh grinding, face riding, nipple sucking, orgasms

Wanda has a knack for messing with the thermostat when you and Natasha leave, even if it’s just for a few hours. Your comfortable apartment might as well be decorated in icicles if she had her way, the wooden floorboards so chilly that your entire body tenses when the first bare foot is laid upon them after returning home from the shops. You groan Wanda’s name into the otherwise quiet space (save for the buzz of the air conditioner that’s working overtime to accommodate her request), pulling your arms tightly to your middle, practically drowning in her oversized hoodie that engulfs a third of your body. You shimmy out of your denim shorts, letting them pool around your ankles before taking a step forward, attempting, and failing, at adapting to the frigid shock that’s traveling up your body at lightning speed with every step toward the door.

Wanda snickers, knowing exactly what she’s being scolded for without any additional context. Natasha grumbles beneath her breath, coming out of the closet with a new set of comfy clothes on her body. Your girlfriend looks entirely domestic in her pajama bottoms and t-shirt, but the sharpness of her jaw and darkness of her eye reminds you of who she really is, and what she’s capable of. It’s not often that Natasha carries this energy home with her, but she’s been set in a mood for the last few days that has your muscles aching and thighs squeezing together, though she’s yet to relieve that second issue. She’s been teasing you for hours today, your outting to the shops no exception, seeing as she dragged you to each and every lingerie boutique with a sinister smirk on her lips and gave you a healthy description of the ways she’d fuck you into hell in every single skimpy set she suggested.

The thermostat is across the apartment in Natasha’s office, and you’d think that would mean the temperature of your space would remain consistent, considering Natasha craves consistency, but whenever she has the chance, Wanda’s grimey fingers sneak around the dial and twist it down to the low sixties. You have a suspicion she does it so that you and Natasha cuddle into her warm energy, the scarlet vibrations beneath her skin an incentive to cuddle close, but you can’t be entirely sure. Mostly because every time you’ve suggested that reason to her she denies it with a vicious scowl.

Where Wanda is in the apartment, you’re not entirely sure. She wasn’t in the kitchen when you came back from the shops and shouted your greetings with arms full of bags, and she’s not in your bedroom or Natasha’s office, but she’s close enough that her muffled laughter was audible from the bedroom, meaning she’s most likely waiting to catch you in the act of tampering with her air conditioning. On high alert, you hurriedly shuffle into Natasha’s office, letting the cream walls surround you and all of her possessions dance in your viewpoint as you make a b-line for the thermostat. Your fingers barely brush against the ridges of the knob before you feel hands snake around your waist and pull you backward. Your back rests against her chest, the material of her t-shirt rubbing against the material of her hoodie that you’ve stolen without permission. A shiver runs up your spine, and whether it's from the cold or sheer anticipation, you’re not entirely sure.

Her hot breath tickles the back of your neck, furthering the sensation of too hot and too cold that's quickly spreading across your body and down the very center of your bones. If bone marrow could evaporate from internal heat, you’re entirely sure that inside of your body would be dryer than a dessert right now. You lean back into her, finally becoming lax in her grip rather than tense from shock and adrenaline. One hand stays around your middle, while the other runs down your body until it reaches the bare skin of your thigh. Her fingers are warm, and the faint pulse of electricity beneath her skin is noticeable as she drags her fingers upward, now snaking beneath the fabric of her hoodie and scoping out your pantie situation without shame. Wanda is always warm, no thanks to the magic that she harbors in her soul, but it's become a comfort even on hot summer days when she can’t get her hands off of you for longer than a few minutes.

Your breath hitches when she meets the lace of your panties that are already sodden from arousal no thanks to Natasha’s morning of teasing. For a moment, your girlfriend loses her composure and the fingers around your middle squeeze into your skin in shock for how moist the center between your legs already is, but that weakness quickly disintegrates into a dominating stance that weakens your knees.

“I see Nat’s had some fun with you already.” She mouths the words dramatically against the side of your neck, teeth catching against your skin every few syllables. Hot saliva dampens your skin, and the stroke of her tongue against the shell of your ear has your joints quivering for something more. You whimper a response that’s hardly audible, torn between grabbing onto her or leaning forward to hold the wall. Your body feels like jelly, no longer frigid from the low temperature of the apartment.

You’ve almost forgotten about the fingers between your legs in favor of focusing entirely on the hot tongue on your neck, but you’re quickly reminded of their presence when she resumes her adventure of breaking you down. Her fingers explore the lace with careful thought, her mouth sucking a deep purple bruise into your sensitive skin simultaneously. The stimulation you're receiving has your brain absolutely malfunctioning, and you almost don’t recognize her fingers pulling your panties to the side until it’s too late, and a finger is prodding your entrance and pushing deep into your velvety walls. The squelch of your juices is an embarrassing sound that echoes around the office, one that makes your eyes pinch shut in dread, but has Wanda entirely intoxicated. Her eyes are a deep shade of green, pupils blown out so wide her entire eye is almost black with lust. Her own thighs shake with need, but she’s so absorbed with you and your body and your reactions that it doesn’t register in her mind that she’s dripping down her legs.

The hand around your midsection wanders beneath the hoodie, pulling it up and exposing the skin of your torso as it makes its way higher. The lace covering your chest matches the lace of your panties in feel, and it's a softness and intricacy that Wanda hasn’t felt before. Her fingers are still hammering into you, but an added sensation of fingers pulling at your nipples sends your nerves into a state of pure white hot sensitivity that all you can hear is a high pitched ringing.

“Liking that new set I bought her?” Natasha leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest as she watches Wanda unravel you with ease, no thanks to her hours of relentless teasing. You’re like putty in the older woman's hands, melting into her chest with breathless whimpers and whines every time she strokes just right or not enough. Natasha’s resting easily, amused and turned on by the show she’s walked into, although she’d been counting down how long it would take Wanda to devour you whole once she realized you’d gone out in her hoodie. She always was the possessive one out of you three.

“Liking the show?” Wanda rebuttals, moving the lace away from your chest in favor of plucking purposefully at your nipples. The hand between your legs quickens its pace, though even with the brutal speed she’s jackhammering you with, there's a gentleness to her touch that amplifies the feelings she’s provoking. Natasha snorts, though there is little amusement in the sound, pushing off the wall and stepping closer to the pair of you. She wraps a hand around Wanda’s throat, squeezing in just the right way with just the right amount of pressure that has your girlfriend struggling to keep her eyes open, entirely dismantling the dominating stance she previously held.

Natasha smirks, leaning in close to Wanda’s face, reminding the redhead who’s really in charge. “Hands off. I’m gonna be the one to finish her off, and it’s definitely not going to be in my office.” Wanda huffs, retracting her fingers from your center, eyes pinched shut at the desperate whine you pitch at the loss of sensation.

“No! No please.” You’re desperate, arching your hips into the gentle hand that’s fixing the lace over your puffy lips, strings of arousal connecting your skin to the soft white lace that’s entirely ruined by now. Your gaze is hazy and unfocused, entirely lost in the trenches of pleasure that have abruptly stopped before you were ready.

Natasha shushes you, cupping your face in her freezing hands and lowering her lips to yours. Her kiss is sweet and slow, but your tongue is filled with urgency as it battles her for dominance, even though you’re aware that you’re not going to win. Natasha bites down on your bottom lip before she pulls away from the kiss, dropping her hands from your cheeks and giving you an even glance.

“Both of you in the bedroom. Now.” She demands, waiting for you to scramble out of the office and into the bedroom before she reaches toward the thermostat, and turns the dial back toward the low seventies, completely intent on buying a lock that keeps Wanda’s troublesome fingers away.

When she returns to your shared bedroom, she notices that the little clothes you had on have been scattered across the floor in messy piles, and that despite her warning, Wanda is between your legs, devouring your pussy with a feverish desire that almost distracts her from the plan she had. The redheads tongue laps at your sensitive folds, and the sound of suction being broken as Wanda pulls away from your clit in favor of lapping at your gushing entrance provokes goosebumps to rise on Natasha’s spine. The older redhead clears her throat, unhappy with the predicament she’s found the both of you in, although she has a feeling you’re not the one who initiated this encounter. The sound of suction being broken for the second time seems to remind Wanda of the orders she’s been given, and when she pulls away from your dripping center sheepishly to smile at Natasha with slick coated lips, a blush rises on her cheeks.

“I’ll get to you later.” Natasha rolls her eyes at Wanda, though there is a fondness in the way her lips quiver into a grin that she tries to hide for the sake of keeping up appearances. Not bothering to undress herself, Natasha kneels on the edge of the bed, bearing her weight on the mattress that sinks in tune with her. She hovers above your trembling body, drinking in the sight of you so pathetically desperate and aching for relief, knowing that she’s partially to blame without even touching you. “What about you, hm?” One evil finger snakes between your legs, ghosting over your swollen clit with a gentle pass before it disappears entirely. “Have you had enough teasing today, malysh?”

“Nat.” You whine in response, knowing that she knows the answer, and reaching for her t-shirt to pull her flush against your chest, desperate to close the gap between you. You whine when the fabric brushes against your sensitive nipples, no thanks to Wanda’s pinching and twisting earlier. “Please. Natty, please!”

Wanda’s a panting mess behind you, and with the jerky motions of the mattress, you have an inkling her hand in down her pants and she’s relieving the ache between her legs without interruption, unlike you. Your hips scramble to find a rhythm in grinding against Natasha’s leg, desperate whines falling around your lips as you get into a good pace that knocks your clit just right with every other pass. Cold hands settle on your hips after a few seconds, pinning you in place with gentle urgency.

“Stay with me.” Natasha whispers endearingly, mouth hovering just above yours now, her breath hot against your skin. She wasn’t so attentive all those hours ago at the shops, but you’re grateful for her change in heart that will hopefully lead to you getting that orgasm you’ve been chasing for days. “Mouth or fingers, which do you want?”

“M-Mouth. Your mouth, please. Please.” You beg, dropping your hands into her hair when she moves down toward your hot center, picking up where Wanda left off. The first pass of her tongue through your sticky folds is gentle, testing the waters, before she dives in completely, vulgar sounds escaping your lips as she goes to work in cleaning you out, pushing her tongue into your entrance as far as it’ll reach before extracting it and making a pass over your sensitive clit. Her fingers tug at your nipples, flicking over the sensitive nubs that have handled so much abuse already.

“M-More. Please.” Your broken request is met with efficiency, Natasha shuffling farther down your body and abandoning your nipples so that one hand can hold your hips in place, while the other plunges two fingers into your dripping entrance that was previously stretched out by Wanda. Your nipples aren’t left to recover for long however, as Wanda crawls overtop of you, sopping pussy in eyeshot as her hot mouth engulfs your over sensitive nubs with an urgency you’ve only met a few other times.

Natasha’s fingers are curling into your velvety walls, hitting that perfect spot inside of you that makes your nerves feel like there are a few thousand fireworks exploding inside of them. Straining your neck, you attach your mouth to Wanda’s cunt, moaning at the slight tang of her arousal on your tongue. Her hips twitch at the sudden sensation, entirely sensitive from her own stimulation just seconds ago, but within seconds she’s searching for more from you, beginning to grind into your mouth with a passion, chasing her own high as Natasha brings you closer to your own.

Natasha can feel you getting close around her fingers, so she doubles down on her pace, and blows a cold stream directly onto your clit, giving you permission to finally fall over the edge. As she coaxes you through your orgasm, Wanda falls apart as well, hips spluttering to find friction as she rides your tongue until she's satisfied, the both of you collapsing into a pile of weak limbs that provokes an infectious giggle from Natasha’s chest.

Crawling up into the center of the bed and settling into your typical cuddling position where you’re in the middle and Natasha’s are around both of you, she makes sure to drum her fingers against Wanda’s belly before speaking, “Wands, the next time you touch that thermostat, it won't end as nicely for you.”

#damn #wandanat #romanoff x reader #wanda x reader

[speciallysapphic]

I know I’m super late but I just watched I saw the light and was wondering if you could gif the scene where Audrey leaves a message at hank’s hotel I need to talk to you you soon of a bitch did you get that? Thanks!

[speciallysapphic]

I know it hurts. I know it wasn't, and still isn't, fair. I know you had to be the mother, the example, the wise one, the rough draft, the tutor, the schemer, the glue, the shoulder to cry on, the one to carry the emotional weights, the caretaker, the organizer, the father, the pioneer, and more. I wish you didn't have to be all of those things from such a young age. But I'd like you to know that to me, you're also; the biggest fan, the only one who understands, the protector, the listener, the comforter, the guiding light, the best friend by blood, the resounding "you'll figure it out, I promise" voice, the hero, and so much more. I know it doesn't negate the past, but I hope it evens the score a little.

- Letter to my older sister

#poetry #writing #sister #hurt/comfort #poems and poetry #poems #blurb

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I was 8 years old the first time I kissed a girl. Not because I was dared, not because I was replicating something I saw on TV, but because I wanted to. I didn't understand why yet, and I wouldn't for several years after that. I was just a kid playing house. I'd never met a lesbian that I knew of, don't even think I really knew that word. And yet somehow, for 8 year old me, the "right" kind of house for me to play a mom in, was one with two moms instead of one. Flash forward to 9, and I'm the one at the sleepover who starts truth or dare. Subconsciously hoping that someone dares one of the girls to kiss me. I'd never seen a pride parade or been told that some women date women. But I always suggested truth or dare at the sleepover. Moving on to 12 year old me, all my friends have crushes on boys at school. "Who do you like?" They ask. Not wanting to feel left out or different, I picked the first boy I saw walking past our lunch table. The other girls giggled because apparently no other girls liked that boy. Neither did I. When I was 13 I got a "boyfriend", because that's what all my friends were doing. We hung out on playgrounds, and he'd carry my backpack for me. One day, he kissed me in the orchestra hallway, and I remember not being nervous or excited about it. But I remembered what it was like when my friend's hand brushed against mine or she tucked the tag into my shirt. The Disney princesses never ended up with another princess. The love songs were never about their friends. And the stories in class never told of a girl who liked other girls. But here I was, 13 years old, asking her if she needed help tying her shoes, helping her braid her hair, and "getting cold" at the sleepover to get closer to her. I was never "taught" to be gay. I was never shown that people like me could be and ARE queer. I was only ever shown straight representation, taught that a normal marriage was between a woman and a man, and I never saw a rainbow flag at school. I liked girls anyway. No amount of rainbow or representation will turn a child queer. Just like no amount of straight representation could turn me straight. But it will tell that child that queer is not a set look, background, or way of life. It will tell that child who's terrified to admit to herself that she isn't straight that she is not broken, weird, and most of all, she's not alone. And that can save a child's life. So, while the rainbows and education might make you uncomfortable, I'll take you being uncomfortable over the loss of a child's life any damn day.

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Elizabeth Olsen | “Actors on Actors” for Variety

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I miss them 😭

s2 will always hold a special place in my heart 🫶🏼