#I thought this was going to be the peak lesbian couple

[satanistsparklingunicorn]

Just finished Gideon the Ninth with a lot of expectation and I'm really disappointed :((((((

#not in an angry way even #i'm just sad #I thought this was going to be the peak lesbian couple #and it wasn't #I'm just so tired of the same tropes being used over and over again in lesbian media #and this one was different #it seemed so promissing 😭😭😭😭😭 #but it was just executed badly #and i'm really sad about it #maybe its success will encourage other authors to play with not-so-wholesome lesbians? #i hope! #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth

[ellabsweet]

[*ੈ✩] 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 • 𝐄.𝐖

synopsis: ellie williams was a firm follower of the bro code, having loyalty as her all time specialty despite being constantly tempted by the devil, or how others called her: her best friend’s sister.

pairing: bbf!ellie williams x reader

warning: sexual content and jealousy, a little bit of short ellie erasure for the sake of one scene but i am pretty sure that’s all there is to it! i love bbf!ellie i wish my brother had a best friend like her unfortunately life isn’t fair-

She’s enthralled by the videogame, tongue peaking out the side of her lips and eyebrows furrowed in pure concentration, the only things to break her out of trance being your brother’s eventual shit talking and elbow hitting that only made a smirk plaster her face, knowing to be winning, fingers steady on the controls.

“What the fuck” Your brother suddenly exclaims, and though ready to brag on about her streak something in his tone indicates it is not the game he was gagged about. Ellie follows his gaze straight onto a half naked blonde attempting to clothe herself by the kitchen on her way out. She recognized her, as lesbians did, Abby Anderson was on the hockey team of their community college and she wondered how in the world she were to know this house. It took you walking up behind her in somehow even littler clothes for it to dawn on her with a teeth clench.

“Abs, you forgot this” You point out handing her a sweatshirt which the girl accepted in flushed cheeks Ellie had never seen before from someone so infamous for sleeping around.

You weren’t a thing, Ellie knew that, fuck, she was the one who made sure of it, turning down your advances at every opportunity, but there was always something in the back of her mind that assumed you were waiting for her, a stupid thought, now that she thought it over. Her brain went red at the mental images her imagination refused to let go of, your moaning and desperation under somebody else’s touch, your taste in fuckgirl’s Abby Anderson’s tongue. If she were to clutch the videogame controller an ounce harder the metal would crush under her grasp. When you pecked her lips she was done for, distracted, on her way to losing for the next couple of hours while her best friend cursed on and on about how Abigail had been there basically every day that week.

She can practically hear you moaning Abby’s name in her head and it drives her insane. Ever since the first day your brother welcomed Ellie into his home and she set her sights on you it was as though all the breath had been sucked out of her lungs in one quick glance. The most beautiful girl she had ever seen, she concluded after seeing you smile. The most amazing girl she had ever met, she confirmed from all your late night conversations that became a habit from your shared insomnia and your brother’s heavy sleeping, there had been a time she’d ask to sleep over only anticipating your gossip and laughter, perfecting the cheesy dad jokes that were your favorite, attempting to convince herself it would be enough to be the girl that entertained you even if her chest ached in yearning for your lips pressed against hers. You had been distant the last couple of weeks, she felt it, but didn’t know why and you stalled every time when asked. Now she knew. And she hated it way more than anticipated. Like a rock heaving against her chest making it hard to breathe.

It was nighttime now and she shifted uncomfortably on the mattress by the floor, tossing and turning and holding in laughter from her best friend’s loud snores fast asleep in deep slumber. She played with the thought of going to your room as she usually would, but hesitated. It was still playing by her memories, your body in nothing but underwear when you had followed Abby out, every corner and crevasse of your skin looking so soft it made her ache. Her hands twitched as though wanting to reach out to you and only found her clothed pussy. She shook off the idea and stood up. Water, she thought, I’m only gonna go drink some water. But of course you were there too. Oversized t-shirt hiking up your body as you reached towards a tall shelf for a cup. Ellie reached in behind you and helped, settling the glass in your hands.

“Hi, Els” You said softly, shaking yourself loose of her overbearing stance behind you so you could walk towards the fridge for some chocolate milk, pouring it on.

“So, you and Abby. Are you like, a thing now?”

“Don’t start, Ellie. For someone who doesn’t fucking want me you sure are acting like a jealous girlfriend right now”

“For someone who doesn’t want you?” She scoffs in disbelief “Are you fucking stupid or something? Do you seriously not realize? I can’t fucking breathe when I’m around you, no actually screw that, it’s like I can’t fucking breathe when I’m not around you, like every time I make you laugh I’ve been drowning and can finally come up for air thanks to your stupid fucking smile and your stupid fucking sparkling eyes in your stupid fucking gorgeous face and then you parade around the house with stupid fucking Abigail Anderson and there’s a fucking bruise on your neck that I know she left there and I just want to sink my teeth in like a goddamn vampire and make one bigger to hide her claim on you and make it mine and-“

You crashed your lips against hers before she could continue. Her hands moving up to grab your hair, thumb caressing your cheeks and holding your face into place as though any gust of wind would make you fly away and loose her grip, she’s so mesmerized by you and your tongue inside her she moans into your mouth with barely any tension for it. It lasts a few more seconds before she pushes you away against all instincts.

“Stop, stop stop. I can’t. I can’t do this to your brother.”

“Fuck him”

“Baby…”

“Fuck me” You say and that’s enough to cloud all her judgment again. Ellie pushes you up against the kitchen cabinets and kisses you hungrier this time, hands coming up to stroke your exposed thighs before she latches onto them to push you up onto the counter, open mouthed kisses trailing down your neck until it reaches and Abby’s previous hickey and she bites down, a moan echoing from you and stopped by her hand over your mouth as she sucks down the sensitive skin and marks it darker.

“You’re going to be the death of me, fuck” She mumbles against your body, eyes darkening at the sight of the ever growing wet patch in the center of your underwear, she wastes no time to stroke it, harder and faster until she feels the liquid coating her fingers even against the fabric and sets your panties aside, looking up at you for reassurance you give with an enthusiastic nod before she dives her fingers in, moaning herself as she does so, feeling you clench around her hand “Fuck, you’re so pretty, I knew you’d feel so good, so fucking good around my fingers”

“Ellie, please” You beg with your head thrown backwards, eyes pressing shut from the pleasure she gave off circling your clit with her fingers in a way that ached your core “Please I want your mouth, I need it, I’m so fucking close-“

“What the fuck is going on here?” Ellie jumps away from you. She’s suddenly conscious and so are you, at the sight of your brother covering his eyes in disgust by the door.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams smut #the last of us fanfiction #lesbian #brothers best friend #bbf!ellie x reader

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

I'm taking a break from my regularly scheduled fic to bring you this awkward and silly ficlet.

Robin loves Eddie, much like an annoying younger sister would, and she wanted to get him this really awesome ring for his birthday. She supposed she could have asked him for his ring size, but then that would have been too easy. So, she's here with Steve, in Eddie's new bedroom, to steal one of his rings.

"I feel like there are other ways to do this," Steve said.

"This is my plan," Robin said. "Shh!"

"There's no one here, Robin," Steve hissed. "This is so stupid. Hurry."

"I'm trying. He doesn't keep his rings in a jewelry box like a normal person," Robin said.

"Would you really want Eddie to be normal?" Steve asked.

"Nah," she said, smiling fondly. "I love that weirdo."

Suddenly, there was the sound of van tires squealing out side.

"Oh, fuck!" Robin cursed.

"Hurry it up!" Steve said, snapping his fingers.

The sound of Eddie making his way up the stairs heightened their panic.

"Fuck!" Eddie cursed and they jumped. "I forgot my pretzels."

The sound of him leaving caused them to sigh in relief. Steve motioned for her to hurry up. Robin let out a quiet screech when they heard the sounds of his footsteps. She raised her hands when she found the ring, and she rushed to Eddie's little balcony that was just outside his window. Steve followed her.

"No!" She whispered. "There's no room! Hide in the closet!"

"Why don't you hide in the closet?" Steve hissed at her.

"Oh, yeah, a lesbian in a closet? Very funny, Steve," Robin hissed.

"Actually, there's something that I wanted to tell you about me - ," Steve started to say.

"No time," she said and closed the window, catching Steve’s shirt in the process.

He tugged and tugged, but it wouldn't budge. Robin couldn't get the window back open. Meanwhile, Eddie's footsteps were getting closer.

"Robin!"

"Just slip out of your shirt, close the curtains, and hide in the closet!" Robin

Steve cursed at her, slipped out of his shirt, and closed the curtains. Meanwhile, Robin was balanced on this very small balcony. Did they really have to give the Munsons a two story house? She could hear the sound of Eddie coming into the bedroom, struggling to carry what sounds like several bags of pretzels. She rolled her eyes when she heard him toss them on his bed.

"Now, to work on my campaign," Eddie said and cackled until a loud sneeze came from his closet. "Okay. . .but wait, now I have to kick the shit out of whoever is hiding in the closet. Bet it's Dustin, always trying to sneak a peak at my notes - Oh helloooo, big boy. You know, my birthday isn't for another couple of weeks."

"I know, I got excited. I wanted to give you your gift early," Steve said.

"Well, happy birthday to me. Correct me if I'm wrong, but is my birthday gift you?" Eddie asked.

Robin's eyes widened. No fucking way.

". . .yes."

Oh, holy shit. That's what Steve had been trying to tell her, and she. . . She practically shoved him into a fucking closet. Jesus. Suddenly, she heard the sound of loud moaning. Oh, they were kissing. Oh, she hoped they were kissing. Shit, she was going to have to listen to this, wasn't she? She was going to have to listen as her best friend lost his guy virginity. The sound of the pretzels being pushed off the bed made her wince. She was screwed, just like Steve was about to be.

"Wait, Eddie," Steve said. "You should know that you're the first guy that I've been with ever. Until I met you, I didn't even know I could like guys. I thought it was one or the other. I never thought it could be both."

Oh, Steve. Robin held a hand to her mouth, struggling not to say anything.

"Baby, I promise to be as gentle with you as you want me to be," Eddie said.

"The thing is that I think I got so excited about being with you that I think I forgot to be nervous. Now, I'm nervous and worried that I'm going to screw things up. In the past, I kind of rushed it in this department, and I just . . . ," Steve said.

"Want to take things slow?" Eddie asked in amusement. "Of course, I'll take anything that you can give me. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I love you, silly," Eddie said.

"I love you too, Eddie," Steve said, and she could tell her friend's voice was thick with emotion.

Tears filled her eyes. Fuck. She loved Eddie even more now.

"You just have to have to answer me one thing," Eddie said. "Why is your shirt hanging in the window? You didn't close the curtains all the way."

"Uh, I got nervous and panicked, then my shirt got stuck," Steve replied.

"Oh, yeah, that window is tricky. I have been meaning to fix it," Eddie said. "Let me get that."

"Wait!"

Robin froze, eyes wide as she heard Eddie come close to the window. A moment later, the window was opened, and Steve’s shirt was free.

'Tada!" Eddie exclaimed and then popped his head out the window. "Oh, hey, Robin."

He pulled his head back in again. There was a pause, and then Eddie's head was out the window once more. He stared at her, blinking.

"Coo! Coo!" Robin panicked.

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #robin buckley #lesbian robin buckley #robin & steve #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates #platonic with a capital p #robin & eddie #platonic reddie #steddie fanfiction #bisexual steve harrington #bisexual eddie munson #bi4bi #a little bit of a crack fic

[britany1997]

can you write the lost boys having a lesbian bff? i feel like the dynamic would be sm fun

Shared Interests:

(When I first got this ask I was like, ‘Oh so you mean the boys and Star?’ Lol)

Poly! Lost boys with a lesbian bff

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Paul whistled as he watched a stunning brunette saunter down the boardwalk. “Damn” he said, “I love Santa Carla.” You placed your arms on his shoulder and peaked around.

“She is gorgeous,” you said, “you think she listens to girl in red?”

“Hey back off!” Paul said back, brushing you off his shoulder, “I saw her first!”

“Yeah but I’m gonna get her number first,” you told him slipping away.

“Hey no fair!” He yelled after you, crossing his arms and pouting.

The boys laughed to themselves as they watched Paul sulk, while you spoke with the brunette. “Better luck next time Paulie,” David said.

After awhile you walked back over, hands behind your back. “So?” Paul asked. You smiled and flashed Paul a card with the woman’s number.

Paul sighed and nodded, “game respects game,”he said.

You laughed, “actually she’s straight, but I told her my handsome blonde friend was single,” you told him, winking.

You flipped the card over to display the other side which read -xoxo Sasha call anytime;)

Paul picked you up and twirled you in the air while you giggled uncontrollably. “You’re the absolute best!” He said “I owe you one!!!” Then he put you down as he ran off to catch up with Sasha. You rolled your eyes as you turned to Marko.

“Still wanna do it?” You asked him

His lip quirked up into a half-smile, “of course,” he said while slipping you a folded piece of paper.

You unfolded the paper and flashed him a matching smile. “Perfect,” you said.

Back at the cave, you had Marko sitting on the fountain, with your tattoo gun in your gloved hand. “Now I’m just going to tell you now, this is a pretty big piece and it might take a couple hours. Are you sure you’re gonna be able to stay still for all that time?” Marko rolled his eyes, “of course,” he said, annoyed, “what am I six?” You stared at him for a second in silence. He rolled his eyes, “ok ok, I’ll stay still, c’monnnn” You looked down at the picture he’d sketched out for you.

“Why is the bat flying away from a burning building?” You asked him.

“Because he set the building on fire,” he told you matter-o-factly

“Oh, so the bat’s you?” You asked back laughing to yourself

He smirked, “of course,” he told you.

You smiled as you dipped the needle into the ink and positioned the stylus so that your hand would be steady. The needle sprung to life and started buzzing as it made contact with Marko’s skin. You held your other hand against his arm, keeping the skin flat so you could have a steady canvas on which to place Marko’s design.

After an hour passed, you watched as Marko’s knee bounced up and down rapidly. His hyperactive spirit was, normally, one of your favorite things about him. But if he made you mess up this design, you’d have to stake him.

You sighed and turned the gun off, “need a break?” you asked him.

He whipped his head around to look at you. “Please?” He pleaded, “I’m dying over here.”

You laughed, “aren’t you already dead?”

He rolled his eyes, but smiled as you, “can’t you just shut up and let me run around a bit?” He asked.

“Go ahead,” you said, shaking your head at his dramatics.

You sighed as you watched him sprint off, placing your tattoo gun in its case for the time being. You picked up your tote bag and headed to Dwayne’s alcove. He was reading his beat up copy of Animal Farm as you walked in.

“Re-reading?” You asked him

“At least once every two years,” he told you, dog-earring the page he was on. “What’s up?” He asked you.

You dug around in your bag for a bit before pulling out his heavily tabbed copy of the Bell Jar, “brought this back,” you said, holding it out for him. “We’ll have to find time to discuss I have…thoughts.”

He smiled as he took the book back from you, “thanks, I’d love to,” he told you. “Let me grab yours,” he said before reaching over to his milk crates full of books, and pulling out a copy of The Collected poems of Emily Dickinson. “She’s a talented wordsmith,” he said, placing the book in your hands, “thanks for recommending.”

You flashed him a smile, “anytime,” you told him.

He grabbed Anna Karenina from his crates and handed it to you, “I put aside this one for you to read next” he told you.

You flipped through it groaning, “almost nine hundred pages Dwayne?” You whined, “not all of us have an eternity of time to read books!”

He smirked at you, “guess you better go ahead and get started then hmm?”

You sighed as you trudged out of Dwayne’s room, the massive book weighing down your tote bag. As you walked into the main lobby of the cave, you caught sight of David sitting in his wheelchair throne. He turned to face you as you strolled in.

“Got a light?” He asked you.

You fished around in your bag before pulling out your lighter, “only if you’ve got an extra cig,” you replied.

He rolled his eyes but handed one to you. You lit his before lighting yours, then the two of you descended into comfortable silence as you smoked.

“You think Paul’s scared that girl off yet,” he asked you out of nowhere.

You chuckled to yourself “are you really in any position to judge his flirting methods?” You asked, “he told me about Michael in ‘87.”

David grumbled something under his breath about muzzling Paul while you laughed. You looked around a bit, noticing Marko was still no where in sight. You looked down at your watch, grimacing when you saw how late, (or early) it was.

“I should probably head back,” you said tossing your cigarette to the ground and stomping it out with your boot. “Tell Marko I said we’ll finish outlining his tattoo tomorrow yeah?”

David snorted, “yeah good luck with that”

You rolled your eyes, “maybe we can sedate him or something, that should keep him still.”

David smirked as he took another drag, “till tomorrow night?” He asked.

“Till tomorrow night,” you replied.

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I hope you like this! Huge thanks to @crustyraccoon who reached out after I posted that I was feeling burnt out on inspiration and offered to help🥹 they were kind enough to help brainstorm some ideas for this w me and pre-read this for me:) so grateful for my amazing mutuals who encourage me❤️❤️❤️

(Note: I almost had Dwayne reading the Communist Manifesto in this but I thought that might have been a little too on the nose lol)

Taglist:

@ghoulgeousimmaculate @misslavenderlady @solobagginses @altierirose

#the lost boys #dwayne lost boys #paul lost boys #david lost boys #marko lost boys #tlb #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #lost boys headcanons #the lost boys fic #poly lost boys #lesbian reader

[scepterno]

do you think you could put your favorite ships in a post? i think it’d be interesting to see what your thoughts and opinions are :3

for Total Drama?

my two biggest are alenoah and trustin, but i also like to pass noah around like a baton. he's fun with trent, duncan, gwen, owen, izzy, kitty, and emma. (sometimes cody if i ship it in my own way and NOT the fanon noco way that's been around for a decade. never was a fan of how people characterized noco)

aletyler is cute but i prefer them as friends with like... a one-sided crush on alejandro's part (he just really likes his emotional support himbo). aleheather is iconic although i prefer heather as a lesbian and alejandro as a gay man. tbh i think aletrent could be good too since theyre both so mentally ill and physically fucked from the show.

owen/izzy where izzy is dating eva separately is kino (im all about polyamory)

gwourtney is awesome but i also really love gwent and duncney. those four together being in a super queer not-quite relationship foursome is soooo peak to me.

geoff/brody/bridgette is fun af. harold/leshawna is iconic altho i dont think they'd last much longer after the show, instead becoming like indestructible best friends. lindsey/tyler is canon forever to me.

also i really like mike/zoe/cameron. mike/scott is good too. sam and dakota are cute. bowrajwayne is my fav new gen ship. scary girl/damien could be soooooooo funny next season if they go for it. zombie guy and australian girl are also a good canon couple. i like spud and rock together. the guy from the daters team and the girl from the best friends team would be a nice couple too.

chref is canon

and i think those are all my thoughts!

[saltsicklover]

Title: The First Official Letter - Fan Mail Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2900

Rating: T

Warnings: Depictions of blood, mentions of killing, angst, mentions of hangovers. Swearing. Soft Steve.

-- To be continued. I hope you enjoy! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list :) --

This story now contains a lesbian couple, OCs, and this is a PRO LGBTQIA+ Page. If you do not support or cannot be kind, you can kindly get the fuck off my page and get your free media somewhere else. NO TERFS, NO HOMOPHOBIA, NO HATE. Happy Pride Month!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bucky Barnes, or anything related to Marvel within this piece. Not Proof Read or BETA'd. All mistakes are my own.

I do not consent for my work to be edited, reposted, or translated.

You are responsible for your own media consumption. This is a work of fiction that may contain mature themes. If you are sensitive to those subjects, please do not read.

Maybe Bucky shouldn't have written at all. The thought swam around Bucky's mind for weeks. Since the moment he ran down to the mail room, the elevator taking much too long for his liking, and attempted to sweet talk the lady behind the desk. She did not allude to the fact that both Steve and Sam were hiding in her office.

Steve and Sam made it to the mail office the first thing the morning after the bar, Steve more or less dragging a very hungover Sam behind him. Steve insisted that he saw Bucky's letter in the 'Outgoing Mail' pile on the kitchen countertop when he got up to get a glass of water that night, but the pile was gone this morning. And if Steve knows Bucky like he thinks he does, and he does, the moment Bucky wakes up he is going to try and get that letter back. 

The boys made it to the mailroom with only a few moments to spare before Bucky came running down the hall. Steve only got a couple of words in before they both shoved into the small office, pushing their backs up against the door as to not be seen from the other side of the service window. 

"Hi, uhh, hello," Bucky  huffs a bit, a hand coming up to slick back his bangs from his forehead. "I mailed a letter, and I would like it back," The woman behind the window does her best not to snicker at his words, her eyes casting a quick glance over to the men currently hiding only a few feet from her. 

"I'm sorry sir, but once letters have been mailed they cannot be unmailed," She speaks, her eyes not leaving her computer. She worries that if she looks at him, she won't be able to keep from laughing at the whole situation. Working in the tower always comes with antics by the hands of the Avengers, but the trouble they get into is always a bit surprising.  

"Please, Miss," Bucky's eyes flash down to her nametag than quickly back up to her face, "Miss Brown, I really do need that letter back," 

"I am sorry, but I cannot release any mail once it makes it this far. Once it is in this office, it is stamped and sent on its way to the post office. You will, however, get it back if it is marked returned to sender," Miss Brown finally looks at him, biting her tongue a bit to keep her composure. 

"Are you absolutely sure there is nothing I can do?" Bucky's tone boarders on begging now but he does his best to flash her his best puppy dog eyes, the same ones that used to get any girl he set his sights on. Steve elbows Sam hard in the ribs to subdue his snickering. 

"Excuse you, but I am old enough to be your mother, you better not be propositioning me, young man," Miss Brown scolds at him with a pointed finger and Sam has to clasp his hand over Steve's mouth to keep his laughter from giving them away. Tears peak at Sam's eyes as he fights to keep back his own roar of laughter. 

Bucky sulks away a moment later, and when he is out of sight Miss Brown turns to the two large men who have fallen to the floor with laughter, tears streaming down their faces. 

"And what are you two laughing so hard about?" She questions, looking down at them from her seat. The men try and regain composure, they really do, but each time they look at each other they burst into another fit of laughs. They aren't laughing at Bucky, of course not. They are laughing at just how precisely well Steve knows Bucky, and at the way Miss Brown was so quick to put Bucky right into his place. That was two weeks ago. 

Now, Bucky almost falls out of the elevator due to exhaustion. There is a thick layer of sweat holding caked mud onto his skin, the dirt already worked deep into the fabric of his tactical uniform. Chunky pieces of earth fall off his boots as he trudges through the main living area of the compound, leaving a trail behind him with each step. 

The mission went to hell in a handbasket. From the moment he stepped foot off the helicopter it seemed like everything was going wrong. Between jammed guns and twice as many Hydra goons as originally thought, Bucky was in over his head. "Leave no bodies" behind turned into a a trail; one that left Bucky feeling queasy and on edge from the moment he crawled back into the helicopter at the extraction point. He wasn't even fortunate enough to collect the data he was sent out to get, the whole operation came up dry. 

Agent Hill tried to assure him during his debrief that it wasn't a total loss- one less Hydra agent on the street meant the world was a little safer and with the amount of firepower that Bucky bestowed upon them, that sliver of the world is looking a lot safer. This knowledge did nothing to calm the stir of sickness that flows under Bucky's skin. The only thing that is keeping him going is the thought of the ice cold shower waiting for him at the end of it, so he continues to trudge past his friends in the kitchen. 

"Hey, Buck," Steve calls after his friend. Bucky doesn't stop moving towards his quarters. 

"Bucky!" Sam calls, shooting a glance Steve's way, confusion written over both of their features. 

Bucky wasn't going to stop, he really wasn't. The promise of cold water easing his muscles and the image of the blood and dirt running from his skin, swirling down the drain is too enticing, the thought itself cathartic, but Steve's words manage to have him halting mid-step. 

"You have mail, Buck," Steve's voice caries down the hall, "Its two letters, and they are pretty thick," Bucky turns now, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. 

"You look like hell," Sam mutters when Bucky rounds the corner into the kitchen. Bucky sends him a glair that could shake the heavens but doesn't say a word. 

"Here you go," Steve holds out two envelopes for Bucky, both stuffed full. Bucky doesn't waste a second before ripping into the top one, small tight script on the back reading "Open First". He takes the letter out of the envelope, his eyes drawing over the words quickly.

"Dear James- Bucky, Dear Bucky, I can't even begin to explain how happy I was when I came home to find your letter in my mailbox. I couldn't even contain my joy, if we are being honest. I'm not exactly sure how to go about writing to you now, even though I was the one who proposed being pen pals so I guess I am just going to ask you some questions and maybe you can answer them on your letter back? Only if you want to, of course. 

Is it possible to come off as nervous through written word? Because I am positively nervous. I feel like it may be silly to ask, but what do you do for work? I know you are an Avenger, but that means you have exciting stories, right?  What do you like to do when you have free time? Do you have a favorite song?

I guess I should tell you a little more about myself. After my grandparents were killed, I was moved into a house with a lovely couple. Jan, my Ma, is the sweetest woman. She loves to cook and bake. She used to sew my clothes when I was a kid, and she always made us matching outfits, for her, my Mom and I. My Mom, Dottie, is a mechanic. Her specialty is motorcycles. She and my Ma have been in a local club for longer than I have been alive. They do charity events and fundraiser drives. They are really wonderful. 

When I first came to live with them I really wasn't sure what my life was going to look like, but they took me in and loved me like I was their own. It really made a difference in my life and I couldn't be more thankful that I get to call them my family. After I got out of  high school, I went to a really fancy school to become a barber. The school was snobby and the people there took themselves way too seriously but I love my work. I work out of a little shop in Hell's Kitchen called "Sargent's English Traditional". We call the shop "The Set". It's quaint, really. 

Anyway, I sent along another envelope with this one, and it contains some bits and bobs to help you get to know me. I hope to hear from you soon, Bucky.

Warmest Regards-" 

Bucky can't help the smile that he wears as his eyes fall over the words. There is still a part of him that cant believe that someone is taking time out of their life to write to him. He tries not to dwell on that fact, a bit of excitement blooming in his stomach. 

"What's it say, pal?" Steve nudges Bucky's shoulder. 

"It seems my pen pal is a barber," Bucky smirks, "And they work in Hell's Kitchen," 

"What's the other envelope?" Sam asks, bringing his drink to his lips. Bucky turns his attention back to the other letter, a small, yellow, manilla envelope lined with bubble wrap, ripping it open carefully. He dumps the contents out on to the countertop. Bucky begins to flip everything face up, not looking at each piece too long before moving to the next. 

"What is all this stuff?" Steve inquires, leaning closer to the small collage of items on the table. He reaches forward and picks up a flattened coin, the face of the coin distorted and warped along with the metal. Sam picks up a different item, a set of three pearl buttons. He fingers them around his hand, looking at the delicate pearls from every angle. There are other items too, plants that were once pressed between pages of a book and a ticket stub from a local jazz show. There were pieces of paper with poetry written across them in small neat handwriting and clippings from magazines. 

Bucky didn't care about any of it, nor the list that was included that described each item and their meaning, he just didn't care. Instead, he reaches for the polaroid photo that peaks out of the discarded envelope, the corner still stuck on the tack strip that once held the letter closed. He holds it face down for a moment, the realization that there could be anything depicted on the other side sets his lungs ablaze. With a deep breath he tries to fan the fire that burns behind his ribs- he flips the photo. 

His action catches the attention of Sam and Steve, their eyes quickly jumping from the other objects to the photo that seems to be dwarfed by Bucky's large hand. Their eyes each map over the photo, taking in each individual detail. 

The black and white photograph contains a large brick building, the photo taken from street view. There are plants on the front stoop and clothing lines hanging from windows that string out of frame. There is a caption written on the bottom in red pen, one simple word accented with a heart, "home". 

Both Steve and Bucky come to a stop, their eyes locked on the photograph. Bucky's senses are overtaken by the sweat that seems to slick over his body in an instant, mixing with the grimes that is already stuck to his skin. He flashes hot then cold, a shiver running down his spine. 

He couldn't care less about the mission anymore, the lives he had to take or the blood that is buried deep under his fingernails. He doesn't care about how he almost fell out of the elevator or about the cold shower he swore he would stand in until he lost track of time. All that matters now is this, the photo in his hand and the sender that made this moment happen. 

Sam looks back and fourth between the two, reading a sort of sick nostalgia written across both men's faces. 

"What exactly are we looking at?" Sam asks, his voice low. 

"Home," Bucky and Steve both whisper, eyes coming up to meet each other. 

"That's where we used to live, right before I got shipped out," Bucky's voice is no louder than a whisper and it wavers a bit with each word. 

"You technically didn't live there," Steve interjects, his voice only a hair louder than his friends. "You still lived with your Ma and your sisters. It was my place, but he was there so often we were basically roommates." 

Sam acknowledges Steve, listening to his story but Bucky can't seem to take his eyes off of the brick building. He never thought he would see it again, usually avoiding it when he is in that part of town. It was a part of his story he wasn't ready to revisit. He has seen his family home and other important places from before the war, but this building was not a place he was ready to bring into the twenty first century. 

Maybe he wanted to leave the memories preserved. If he didn't go back, the bubble of time would exist in his brain and everything would be left untouched. He liked it that way. A part of his life he deemed perfect, untouched by the claws of Hydra. If he left it there, pristine and sparkling, it would live on that way forever. 

But here it is, encapsulated in black and white, staring back at him. Maybe a part of him knew he wouldn't be able to escape it, the knowledge that it would change with time, just like he did, just like everything. 

"Buck, you might want to look at this," Steve holds out a piece of paper, the list and descriptions of the items in the envelope. Bucky takes it with a shaky hand. He rakes his eyes down the list, looking for a description for the photo. He finds it under number seven. 

"This is my building in Brooklyn! I think it's a beautiful piece of architecture and I just wanted to share! My Ma helped me find it in an old school newspaper ad. I have lived here for two years now and has been wonderful! The windows are original and they have a habit of getting stuck to prove it. The woodwork is original too, there is even a height tracker that was kept in one of the closets, the pencil marks and initials are still there! SR, JR, SGR, and JBB. I hope they were happy here." 

"Do you really think that could be possible?" Steve asks, his eyes on his best friend. 

"At this point, I am willing to believe anything," Bucky answers back. It's like they can communicate in half thoughts, leaving out the meat of the conversation, instead communicating it in a way that only they know.

"Does someone want to fill me in here?" Sam questions, trying to read the paper upside down. 

"Bucky's pen pal lives in the building I grew up in with my parents, and by the description, they might even live in my old apartment." Steve explains. Bucky looks up but doesn't reach either mans eyes. 

"Just when I thought this couldn't get more interesting," Sam whispers, more to the room than to his friends. They stand there for awhile, silence enveloping them like a heap of fresh snow. Sam and Steve shared glances, not sure how to best support their friend. 

After a little while, Sam pulls the photo and the paper from Bucky's hands, setting them on the table. Steve takes Bucky by the arm and walks him to his quarters, whispering in words that Sam can't quite hear.  Sam collects the mail, putting all of the trinkets back into their original place before setting them back down. 

Steve brings Bucky to the bathroom, helping him strip of his tactical gear. He brushes hair from his forehead attempting to keep the blood soaked strands out of his face. He turns the shower on, warmer than Bucky would have done himself, if he could have, but he gets into the shower anyway. Steve stands with his back against the closed bathroom door, his shoulders square, jaw set. 

He is swimming in his own feelings but he pushes past the waves instead standing guard for Bucky, keeping the demons of his past at bay while the other man roughly scrubs away the mission from his skin. The dirt, the blood, the remains of his perfect fucking memory. Bucky scrubs his skin raw until its red and weeping. 

Bucky lets out a sob, one he barely seems to notice and one Steve definitely doesn't comment on. When Bucky finally draws back the curtain, his face is swollen, tears hidden behind the water that drips from the ends of his now clean hair. The men do not speak, instead Steve lets Bucky pass. 

He is off to write a letter. He is sure this time around, no room for maybe. 

TAG LIST 

@vicmc624 @cjand10 @songoficecreamandfireworks @crazymusicgirl104

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fluff #marvel x reader #bucky barnes angst #avengers x reader #bucky barnes x fem reader #james buchanan barnes #Bucky Barnes Slow Burn

[door-insurance]

Revisiting life is strange and its fandom is really bittersweet

I don’t think the fandom is completely dead, it’s not what it used to be and I accept that but it’s bittersweet

also I don’t wanna gatekeep anyone from discovering LiS late, I don’t believe in “true fans”- I’m glad we’re still getting fandom babies hehh, thankfully there is a lot of fan materials to be discovered

I just wanna be a sentimental fool about the life is strange fandom, I was there when the first episode came out I was as old as the characters and it was an event, a moment that can never be replicated- the barbenheimer for tumblr lesbians

We never had a game like this before, it felt tailor made for us and we went crazy

It was fun, you’d just log on tumblr and find new fanart of your favorite character or ship- inside jokes and shitposts were rampant, a couple of fan writers and artists came together and made a fan game- “Love is Strange” where Max gets to romance Chloe, Kate, Victoria, Amber (tell me I’m not the only who remembers shrektoria and Rachel eating a salad while laughing meme)

I made fanart and memes and they blew up but I lost that account

They’d call us sjw trash on YouTube and make fun of the game, we didn’t give a shit

But I think it was around before the storm where i started to lose interest and was burnt out, also I just didn’t like the direction they went with for the game I thought it was an unnecessary edition to the main story (Rachel didn’t need a complicated backstory, Elliot, too much conflict for 3 episodes) and I don’t think I was the only one cause this is where the fan art and fic updates started to slow down

Then I moved on to other things, other fandoms- shit happens.

Life is strange was just another part of my cringey teenage self who the hell cares I was cringe

But now I’m an adult, I have responsibilities and anxieties that I never knew I’d have to deal with- i went through a lot in the last 8 years sometimes I wish I was still that cringey ass teenager. This year was particularly bad, lost someone I loved

I stumbled upon old fan art on Pinterest and it reignited my love for the first game, I felt happy that I had something to take my mind off and goddamn revisiting the fandom years later is so bittersweet. I miss my old fandom mutuals, the blogs that used to update everyday were last active 5 years ago and most of the og fan artists had either rebranded or had left, one of them got hacked

Tumblr doesn’t make it easy for you to look up older posts, you have to rely on old blogs, Google or Pinterest (kinda made it my mission to archive what I can find)

There are new artists doing their own thing and I love that for them! Also people still write fanfics and update them, when I have the time I sketch out my fave characters and ships- it seems like there is a vocal community on tiktok but idk i don’t wanna go there

But it’s not what it was and I accept that, shit happens I’m glad I got to experience it during its peak and that I was left with good memories and content I can still enjoy

I’ve definitely seen shittier and deader fandoms

Before LiS and Steven universe there weren’t a lot of spaces that let you enjoy wlw ships, they were either upstaged by yaoi stuff or fetishized (deviantart) this game and its fan base helped me accept my identity as a lesbian, told me it’s not a fetish when two girls hold hands

#life is strange #lis #life is strange fandom

[kaddyssammlung]

Unintentional Homophobia

My (future) employee and I were talking a little last week.

We were just talking in general and how you can't really plan anything. My brother and I are taking over my parent's business. I've been working there since 2008 and in 2022 my brother also joined.

She told me all kinds of scenarios that she has already played through in her head about what could happen when we finally do that.

One of which was “so....if I were you I would just go out and look for some guy and sleep with him then get pregnant. Then you would have a child. Don't you want one? You are already 36.”

She knows I'm gay.

She even has adult gay friends. A lesbian couple that she spends a lot of time with. I gather from that she kind of understands what being gay means.

I don't really think she thought about what she said there.

That hurt me in a very strange way.

I don't feel like I made a decision when it comes to this.

TW for the rest; trauma and CSA

The relationship that I had with my ex-boyfriend was when my BPD was at its peak. I was so desperate and I really thought I was going to die if he leaves me.

Of course it was not right to stay with him. From what I know today I would say that we were both abusive.

My body was wiser then my mind and kept screaming “no”. I could really sleep with him. Most of the times I was not physically able to, if you know what I mean. Can you imagine what pain that caused me in a certain area?! It's stored trauma from when I was a child that led to this. How could I not see this than?! I really am not attracted to guys. I never have been. I had two girlfriends and some random sex with women but even that was a long time ago. I still don't feel capable of sleeping with someone.

Idk what else to say.

That's what I had in my mind when she said that. For a second I felt like screaming exactly this in her face. But that does not help either.

This whole topic...well....idk...for now I guess that's it. This makes me feel weird. Oh wait...today is a day where I feel something. Hmmm that's good then. I feel pain. Yes I am that weird. I'm not dissociated. What? That's rare. Okay....

To anyone who read all of this: Thank you :)

#mental health #healing from trauma #healing from abuse #tw mental illness #tw sa mention #lesbian pride #totally a lesbian #homophobia

[hbnjhgv]

My Aot Ships !SPOILERS!

EreMika (Eren x Mikasa) omg do I even need to elaborate? First of all THE FACT THAT MIKASA LOOKS PRETTIER WHEN ITS IN ERENS POV? And not to mention the fact that in episode 12 Ian even says to Mikasa 'defend your boyfriend' in sub and in dub he said 'go save the man you love' also when Eren asked Mikasa what he is to her it was obious he wasnt wanting the answer "your my family" AND THE FACT THAT THEY KISSED IN THE FINAL EPISODE

NicoSasha (Niccolo x Sasha) LITTERALLY CANNON BUT ISAYAMA HATES LOVE APARENTLY. Niccolo looked mesmerised and looked so inlove while blushing when he saw Sasha CRYING over how good his food was. Omg and the way he reacted when his conrad called Sasha a 'filth blooded potato grubbing devil' MY MAN WAS GOING TO KILL SOMEONE and when he said "What is this brat someone specil to you? Is that why he tried to protect you earlier? You care about him huh? Well I used to care about someone too! A DIRT BLOODED ELDIAN! A DECENDENT OF DEVILS! THE WOMAN WHO ENJOYED THE FOOD I COOKED MORE THAN ANYONE ID EVER MET BEFORE! She saved me from this shitty ass pointless war... she showed me that the person I ment to be as a man who brings people happiness through his cooking... that was Sasha Braus... she was amzing. AND YOU STOLE HER FROM ME!" OMG LIKE HOW CAN YOU HEAR HIM SAY THAT AND NOT THINK ITS CANNON?!

AurEtra (Ouro x Petra) OMG ISAYAMA LITTERALLY SAID THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO GET MARRIED! Also I noticed that they argue very much like a couple. sorry i dont have much to say about this ship. I just really like it.

MikeNana (Miche x Nannaba) Ok listen. This isn't a mega huge ship I have I just think its really cute. Also everytime Miche and Nannaba interact omg its adorable. Thats about it.

KenUri (Kenny x Uri) THE WAY THEY INTERACTED WITH EACHOTHER OMGGG now I dont this its super inlove. I just think they were atleast a little inlove with eachoter. THEY ARE SOULMATES AND NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE! Also in the OFFICIAL AOT GUIDE BOOK THIS IS A CONVERSATION ISAYAMA HAD WITH AN INTERVEIWER Interviewer: "So he (Kenny) thought id he eliminated Uri, the world would become right again. But he lost the fight." Isayama: "Kenny's way of judging value is: 'The strong are in the right', and so for that reason he was attracted to Uri." LIKE OMG HE LITTERALLY SAID KENNY WAS ATTRACTED TO URI! (and no one say "oh well he wouldn't make Kenny be intrested in men" when Yumir and Historia are LITTERALLY CONFERMINED LESBIANS.

YumiHisu (Yumir x Historia) This is gonna be short because it's obious this ship is cannon. Yumir always telling Historia "You are so gonna have to marry me after all this shit is over!" When Historia was with Yumir after the tower fell. The way they looked at eachother. The fact that Historia was more worried about Yumir than anything when Reiner and Bertolt reveled their titans and took Eren and Yumir. WHEN YUMIR SAID TO REINER AND BERTOLT "You guys have no idea what it's like. She knows what a shitty person I am, but she still smiles at me. I can't..." THE FACT THAT HISTORIA TOLD YUMIR "I will always be your ally" EVEN AFTER YUMIR BASICALLY ATE HER. HISTORIA PROTECTING YUMIR WHEN MIKASA ALMOST KILLED HER TO SAVE EREN! WHEN HISTORIA SAID "But with Yumir gone I've lost my purpose. I don't even know what I'm fighting for anymore." OMG NOT TO MENTION THE LETTER?! 'To my dear Historia, as I write this Reiner's standing at my side. He knows this is a love letter, but he's still sneaking peaks. Honestly, it's no wonder the creep's still single. That said.. he did give me his word that he'd deliver this letter to you. He says he owes me for the time I doubled back to save him. I'm sorry about then... I never would've imagined myself choosing those two.. over you... I'm going to die soon. But... I'll die without regrets. Or that's what I'd like to say. Truth is... I do have one. It's that I never got to marry you. With Love, Yumir' I MEAN HOW CAN YOU READ THAT AND NOT SHIP THEM?!

MobuHan (Moblit x Hange) OMG MOBLITS PRTECTIVENESS AND THE WAY HES SO PACIENT WITH THEM! He's always trying to protect them. AND HOW THEY INTERACT WITH EACHOTHER! M: "I don't think thats the way you want to talk to the leader of our whole regiment" H: "SHUT UP >:( AS I WAS SAYING" ALSO THIS MOMENT. M: "PLEASE DONT GO ALONE! IT'S TOO DANGEROUS!" AND MOBLITS LITTLE "STOPPPP!" WHEN HANGE RODE AWAY! H: "dont try to call me bluff" M: "Please dont!"

#attack on titan #armin #aot spoilers #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #eremika #eren x mikasa #nicosasha #niccolo x sasha #Ouro x Petra #mikenana #kenuri #yumihisu #Yumir x historia

[alicentsgf]

What do you like in rhaenicent? What attracts you to them as a couple, and what attracts them to each other in your opinion?

i was so tempted to just respond with 'im a lesbian' but imma bite. prepare yourselves.

the basic cornerstone of it is i love women and i really really love tragedy, so this pairing is Perfection. on the most basic level, episode 1 rhaenicent was just cute like anyone who denies that just hates joy i guess. i was at least a little invested from scene 1.

you've got these two girls who have such different temperaments but then theres this undeniable element of sensual intimacy and chemistry. to me it seemed obvious even without the comments from the cast and crew that alicent and rhaenyra were in love with each other (in some way) as girls. they start off so comfortable with each other, reaching out for each other at every opportunity. rhaenyra even admits, however flippantly, to wanting alicent (and freedom) to the detriment of everything and everyone else. she would leave it all behind except alicent. but this means the dream dissipates with alicents disproval. rhaenyra is All desire, whereas, for better or worse, alicent tempers that because she is All duty and shes been raised to perform it without question (initially for rhaenyra as her companion, then later for her king/husband and their children). the biggest themes in the story are brought forth by rhaenicent's dynamic and by ways in which they act as foils for each other: loss, betrayal, duty vs desire, generational curses, motherhood, the madonna/whore dichotomy and its impotence, and the inevitability of a tragic ending.

they loved each other so deeply because growing up they were each others everything. i honestly think alicent only ever experienced unconditional love with rhaenyra, which is why she clings to the memory of it so desperately, (whereas rhaenyra had aemma perhaps?). alicent and rhaenyra were never without each other in their formative years, and they probably thought they never would be. in some ways they were torn out of each others lives with the same amount of violence and resulting mutilation as aemond losing his eye. they had molded themselves into each others empty spaces, making up for what the other lacked. they're incomplete without each other and deep down they both know that, and its why even after everything, with all the reasons they shouldn't care about each other anymore, they still find themselves desperate for reconcilation. and alicent still wont see rhaenyra dead, even when shes a possibly lethal threat to alicent's family. otto sees the truth of it, forcing alicent to acknowledge it too - even at the peak of their estrangement a world without rhaenyra is a world alicent cant make sense of.

and heres the really delicious part: they're going to destroy each other. its inevitable and it always was, because the world they live in would never have let them do anything else. its the curse of the targaryens meets the curse of westerosi womanhood. idk maybe at this point some people might wonder 'well then why bother having them love each other at all, if it ends with them alone and afraid and hating each other?', but isnt that the point of tragedy? love matters even if it sours. it matters even if it cant save anyone. theres catharsis in acknowledging the cost of human frailty and not doing anything to suggest things should or could have happened differently, but just encouraging us, very simply, to indulge our own ugly, stupid humanity.

the truth is the moment their relationship first truly gripped me was actually episode 6. i loved young alicent and rhaenyra but it was seeing their older versions so at odds with one another in contrast to their past that captured my interest. which is why i feel 'shipping' is just... not the right term for what where my brain is at with them. i feel it implies i want things for them as a pairing that i dont: i dont want them together, i dont want them to be less resentful, or to reconcile, and for all the jokes i dont even want them to be physically intimate. i want them to hate each other and i want them to hate how much they still care, i want it eating them alive, i want them unable to deny it because its the love, grief, and betrayal thats at the root of their resentment.

for me it seems like the reason grrm and the development team okayed this change is because whilst a 'history' book like fire and blood doesnt need an element such as this, the change in format to an intimate portrayal made it almost necessary. rhaenyra and alicents dynamic anchors the plot whilst also critiquing the nature of the shows own source material for its inaccuraces and misogyny. as a result the story of the dance becomes not just a story of targaryen entitlement and the resulting retribution, which i would have been a fan of anyway, but the tragic love story of two women who fell victim not just to the unforgiving nature of the world they were born into, but to their own human frailties. and im honestly just basking in it because this is so much more than i could have hoped for.

so i guess my point is that rhaenicent are barely even a 'couple' to me lmao, im studying them like a live specimen under a microscope and im not afraid to prod them with sharp implements.

#ask #anon #hotd #alicent hightower #rhaenicent #rhaenyra targaryen

[beanghostprincess]

Including Kaya in any sort of Usopp ship is just peak I gotta say. Personally also a fan of Usopp writing her all the time and them conversing over letter and him just more and more opening up to her about also crushing on Sanji and god, yeah they talked about it , about being open, about not being monogamous, but it’s always so easy in theory and Usopp completly understands if she doesn’t feel like this anymore but he at least thinks Sanji deserves to know, but he loves Kaya so much so he wants to set the record straight with her first…

And then he finally gets an answer back from her and it’s just a “GO FOR IT!” Written in gigantic letters across the entire page with her even including a few hearts and an adorable doodle of herself giving a thumbs up in the corner. Usopp almost dies from love because “My girlfriend is so cool!” But also “I need to gather my nerves and ask Sanji out on a date this instant I will not dissapoint you Kaya I will go for it!!”

this is so, so sweet,,, my heart is melting. see? it's gone. i'm completely devastated. that's so,,, cute,, and so real,,

the thing with kaya and usopp is that they're best friends first, and a couple second. like, of course they love each other romantically but the first thing kaya does when usopp tells her about sanji is to be the biggest supporter in the whole world. she would go CRAZY with this information and tease usopp with it and tell him constantly about how he needs to confess asap!!! she's all like: "dear, you're the sweetest man on this earth how the hell could he reject you?! and besides, to me, he looks like he's very... very interested in you too."

as a person who has been in a poly relationship like, twice (didn't really work because turns out i was demiromantic. and a lesbian. and tbh my life is a mess. don't you ever take advice from me) i can confirm that this is exactly how it would go:

usopp: are you sure you don't mind? i really do i like sanji, but i want you to be comfortable with this- kaya: babe, we're like seas apart and you've been away for years. we talked about this before you sailed. i honestly thought you and sanji were already dating. usopp: i am kind of confused right now bc you said this with a cute voice but i feel like i'm being judged kaya: GO CONFESS!!! I DON'T MIND!!! plus, i like your navigator usopp: AWESOME!! I'M GONNA GO- wait what

honestly, bold of you to assume pirates are monogamous, usopp.

not to mention that he would send her letters constantly about it. like. pages and pages of letters asking her how she's doing and replying to what she previously has told him, to then tell her how much he misses her and wants to see her again!! and then there are like, pages and pages of usopp going into a spiral of homosexuality. going insane. he's so down bad it hurts to watch. and kaya reads all of that and has to deal with her anxious long-distance boyfriend trying to remind him that sanji is most definitely into him too.

usopp would be so, so careful with this, too. because what if sanji finds these letters???? he would instantly die.

also, i love this whole poly thing because i can totally see sanuso dating and usopp still talking about kaya to sanji like, unconsciously. because he loves her very much. and he instantly regrets it because what if it makes sanji feel bad??? but then sanji is just like, looking at him with a love-sick expression and enjoying every second of this and saying he really, really wants to meet kaya.

nami teases usopp a lot because he definitely has a type. and he doesn't really get it until one day the sunlight shines perfectly on sanji, and he smiles, and usopp just realizes kaya and him are more alike than he thought. he's so embarrassed.

and idk i find this whole thing so endearing because no matter who you ship with usopp, if kaya isn't there too i don't want it!!!! she's so supportive and cute and loves usopp so so so much <333

#they're adorable #usopp how come they let you have two blonde hot girlfriends #nami starts dating kaya too #and vivi doesn't mind at all btw before any of you says anything #they're just so open about all of this !! gonna cry my cuties #one piece #usopp #sanuso #black leg sanji #nami #kaya #usokaya #nami x kaya

[ofallplaceswhythis]

tcoptp thoughts pt.17

I have officially lost count of how many of these i have done. currently at ch86 and everything is fine and dandy :)

scratch that everything is not fine and dandy- THEY PULLED REGULUS OUT OF SCHOOL. WHEN I FIND WALBURGA

Marlene and James <3333

the black brothers angst will kill me one day. Write it on my grave

I didnt think it was possible for remus to panic even more but jealousy seems to do the trick

GOD THEY'RE SO AWKWARD I LOVE THEM

can the lesbians please stay together i need them they're probably the only sane couple around here (apart from sunflower)

its 2 am please i cant laugh. what i do find funny is that at the start sirius and remus were all like 'lEtS gIvE tHeM sIgNaLs tHeY'lL fIgUrE iT oUt' and then at the end they were like 'we dont care about society's views we will make out just so you can understand'. AND THEN LILY JUST SAYS SHE KNEW IT ALREADY (valid tbh)

james and sirius kissing in the toilet while drunk and then never talking about it again is peak bff behaviour.

marlene 'tell me again what they said' mckinnon i wanna hug you

noo not mary and marlene guys please asdfghjkl

NO NOT THE LESBIANS

.........not the unrequited marylene havent i had enough angst

.....this is another level of kinky behaviour

.......peter was literally so close fuckk

wolfstar's entire love language is bickering and its beautiful <33

james just absolutely panicking in front of marlene im dying

....oh mary you sweet summer child

'you've lined us up for slaughter' god i love them asdfghjkl

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god mary's day is just filled with shocks and suprises

'shes a woman not the devil' I WISH. ONE DAY SHE IS GOING TO DIE BY MY BLADE AS A THOUSNAD COCKROACHES RUN DOWN HER FACE INSTEAD OF TEARS

I am going to kill her and make her eat worms for eternity in hell just so that she can feel just a scrap of pain that she had inflicted

.....what just happened.... asdfghjklqwertyuiopzxcvbnm

.......SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE SIRIUS A HUG HE DESERVES IT

CHRIST IS VOLDEMORT FUCK YEAH (no hate to christianity btw just hate to the blacks)

THE BLACK BROTHERS SORTING THEIR SHIT! TOGETHER!🥹

HOW DO THEY THINK OF THESE THINGS 💀💀

........this is genius wtf

k now its just getting embarrassing tbh pls stop

......regulus?? trish??? reginald? hoooly fuck

.......ITS A PROMISE RING!!!

'i find those reeking in heterosexual undertones' ily sirius

kinda feel bad for peter tbh

....oh... oh no... fuckk

someone give sheila a hug god knows that woman has had enough

#the cadence of part time poets #my thoughts #sirius black #remus lupin #regulus black #james potter #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #the black brothers

[mywhitetennisshoes]

You’re Sweet Ice Cream - Robin x Nancy

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Couple: Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler

Word count: 1.8K

Tags: fluff, Stranger Things 3, bisexual Nancy Wheeler, lesbian Robin Buckley, Robin is bold tbh

Description: It’s the summer of 1985 and Scoops Ahoy becomes Nancy’s favorite place to go. She develops a crush on the cute girl behind the counter, Robin Buckley.

A/N: heyyyy I got bored and wrote this! It’s really short and basically is Nancy having a crush on Robin. Enjoy! -h

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Summer of 1985

Nancy Wheeler hates the mall. I mean, can you blame her? It’s big, noisy, and it drains your money. Starcourt is also the main cause of every small town store closing down, which means she has to hear all of the men at her newspaper job discussing the mall for hours on end.

Yet, when Mike drags her to the mall so he can buy something D&D related, she doesn’t hate it. He ditches her the moment they walk in, which leaves her to wander alone by herself. Walking past stores like The GAP, Claires, and RadioShack, she spots something across the mall.

Its called Scoops Ahoy. It has a big teal sign that is outlined with red neon lights. It’s packed, as in like, the line is out of the door. This peaks her interest as she joins the back of the line.

She realizes they sell ice cream almost immediately. She should have known considering the name is Scoops…Ahoy. Regardless, she gets up to the front and sees none other than Steve Harrington working the counter.

“Nance, hi, what can I get for you?” She’s thrown off guard as she hasn’t been called Nance by him in a while.

“Uhmm-“ she peers off to the left and the right to look at the different ice cream flavors. “I guess I’ll go with one scoop of…USS Butterscotch.” The end of her sentence sounds like there’s a question mark because what even is USS Butterscotch?

“Ah shit, yeah we just ran out so uh…wait just a second…” he is running towards the back door and opens it as he yells for someone. “Robin, could you hurry up with the USS Butt please?”

Robin? Who’s Robin?

A tall, lanky girl pops her head out of the doorway. She has caramel colored hair that pairs well with the freckles that dot her face. She’s decked out in the same tacky uniform that Steve is wearing, it makes them both look like they work on a really lame ship. Her eyeliner covered eyes pierce Steve’s existence with just one look that says ‘how dare you ask me to hurry up?’ Nancy tracks Robin’s eyes as they lead up to where Nancy is standing. Her eyes immediately soften once they hit Nancy’s face. Her gaze lingers for a moment too long before she ducks inside the back of Scoops Ahoy once again. A few moments later she comes back hauling a huge container of what looks like USS Butterscotch. She gives Steve a nod after refilling the ice cream and retreats back into the room she was in before.

“One scoop of USS Butt, coming up.” He flips the ice cream scooper in an attempt to impress Nancy, and a flashback plays in her head. The night she went to Steve’s house for the first time. The night Barb went missing. All of the possibilities of what could have happened replay in her head at all times. Nancy knows she died in the upside down, but what happened leading up to that? If she thinks about it too much she’ll spiral. She still wishes it was her.

Steve snaps her out of her thoughts by handing her the ice cream cone and saying it’s on the house. She musters up a small smile and sits down at one of the tables.

People watching is fun for her. Maybe that’s a pro of the mall. She likes to watch people work, shop, or walk around with their boyfriends and girlfriends. The entire time she’s eating her ice cream (which is surprisingly really good) she’s got her eye stuck on one person.

Robin.

She can only assume that her break was up because she came out from the back and switched with Steve. Robin is not the most graceful person Nancy has ever watched, but she is the most interesting.

The way her eyebrows crease when Erica continuously asks for more samples. The way her eyes darken when she sees a stereotypical jock join the end of the line. The way she scoops the ice cream with no regard for cleanliness-spilling it onto the floor occasionally. The grunt of frustration that escapes her throat is hard to miss as well.

Nancy doesn’t know why she’s so fascinated with her, but that was not the last time she went to Scoops Ahoy that week.

A day later, she walks in again. This time, it’s just Robin at the counter. No sign of Steve.

“Hi, what can I get for you?“ Robin has a slight blush on her freckled cheeks as Nancy peruses the ice cream flavors.

“I will have…one scoop of mint chocolate chip please.” Robin’s face flushes even more as she struggles to stifle a smile. “What?” Nancy is more curious as to why Robin is smiling so hard about her ice cream choice than she’d like to admit.

“Mint chocolate chip is the best flavor of ice cream…and Steve and I have been arguing about if it’s good all week. He thought you’d agree with him, he’s going to be so mad when he finds out he’s wrong.” Her face is crumpled as she starts laughing, and admittedly it makes Nancy laugh too.

“Shame on him for ever thinking I’d agree to such a monstrous opinion.” The right side of her lips form into a smirk as she shifts the top half of her body to lean just a little over the counter, closer to Robin. There’s a flicker of flirtatiousness in her tone that makes her stomach turn.

“I know right. Absolutely barbaric.” Robin’s eyes have softened into a light shade of caramel, and the harsh light makes her look pale, so it doesn’t hide her growing blush easily.

Suddenly incredibly confused and uneasy, Nancy gives one more little laugh and grabs the ice cream out of the girl’s hand. She goes to sit down at the same table as yesterday, ready to some more people watching.

She tries to steer her eyes away from the counter, but she catches herself instinctively staring at her. It’s almost the same as it was yesterday, except something new happens.

She looks back. Robin looks back at Nancy, with a knowing gleam in her eye. Maybe she knows Nancy has been staring? Maybe she thinks Nancy’s weird? Maybe she-

She’s smiling now. She’s smiling at Nancy. Her big bright smile is for Nancy and Nancy only. Her eyes threaten to look into Nancy’s soul, but she won’t let her. The corners of Nancy’s mouth tug upwards, threatening to let a smile shine through. A small one escapes her mental grasp, which turns into an ear to ear grin. The girls both get into fits of giggles soon after, breaking their strong eye contact. Another costumer walks in and Nancy mentally curses them for not letting her and Robin share the same eye contact anymore.

She looks down at her table and realizes her ice cream has been finished for at least five minutes now, so she has no more excuse to sit and stare. Getting up and leaving, Nancy takes one final look at Robin. She’s bent over, scooping what looks like chocolate ice cream. She won’t see this, but Nancy does a small wave as she walks out.

Its the thought that counts.

Later that night, the moonlight illuminates Nancy’s room as she tries to rid her thoughts of a certain someone. Robin’s smile and freckled cheeks take over her mind. Their last interaction plays through her head on a loop. Their smiles, the shared eye contact, the way Nancy’s heart seized in her chest when they locked eyes.

Nancy has known she’s liked girls for a while now. It’s not like her and Barb’s friendship was anything more than that, but Nancy thought about it from time to time. She just never thought she’d like someone this much. Enough to go back for ice cream even though she doesn’t even like ice cream that much. Enough to be the only thing on her mind.

So, while Nancy is trying to lull herself to sleep, pictures of Robin flash through her head like a movie.

She spends the next week and a half going to Scoops Ahoy everyday. She goes at the same time everyday, so Robin is always at the counter when Nancy orders ice cream. She gets something new everyday, whether she likes it or not, she will eat it while sharing secret looks with Robin.

On this particular day, Nancy walks in, orders Chocolate Fudge ice cream in a cone, smiles too hard at Robin, and sits down at her spot. All of this is normal, except when Robin sits down at her table.

“Hi.” Robin’s smile is from ear to ear as she slides in the seat across from Nancy.

Nancy’s face flushes, a shade of bright red spreads across her cheeks as she realizes what Robin is doing.

“Hi, Robin.” Her smile is equally as large. Both of the girls feel as if they’ve lost their train of thought.

“So, you must really like ice cream, considering you’re here everyday.” Robin says as she cocks her eyebrow.

Nancy blushes harder at the obvious flirting going on between them. “Yeah, I mean…ice cream has got to be one of my uh…my favorite things.” She’s flustered because she knows that’s not true. It’s all Robin, Robin is one of her favorite things honestly.

Robin laughs and shifts in her chair, getting closer to Nancy’s face. “So, how about we go somewhere that’s not an ice cream shop in the mall. I don’t know…how about Enzo’s?” Robin’s voice cracks when she suggests the restaurant. She’s nervous.

Nancy’s heart rate picks up as she’s trying to decipher if this is a friend thing or a date thing. “As in like a…like a…” she’s struggling to say the word.

“Like a date.”

Oh.

Oh.

“Oh.” Her eyebrows shoot up as she takes in what she just heard. Robin, the girl she has been eyeing for about two weeks now, just asked her on a date. Nothing about this feels real.

“I-I mean unless I got…this all wrong“ Robin’s hands gesture in between the two girls. She starts mumbling and all that Nancy can hear is “I really, really hope I didn’t.” Her face is twisted in pain and she can’t even make eye contact with Nancy.

“No! No, you didn’t get…this…wrong at all. I would love to go to Enzo’s with you.” Robin perks up at this, the same big smile from before has come back to her face. Both of the girls are beaming.

Nancy’s ice cream has melted, it’s been completely forgotten about and Nancy couldn’t be happier.

#ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance fanfiction #mywhitetennisshoes

[petrichor-idyllic]

Listen, I know that y'all are here for my TMR content, but at least one of you has asked me for an OBX piece and I'm going through a phase, so I thought I'd say my piece on this.

A think a main point of tension in the fan base atm the moment is Jiara (Kiara x JJ).

Now- I would like to clarify that I love the show, and I really like Kie as a character, and even though JJ is my favourite character, I'm not a delusional fangirl who dislikes their relationship because of that.

I, at the end of season 2, actually really liked them and thought they would make a cute couple.

But, as of season 3, I do not like them together.

Hear me out.

I, personally (as in this is my opinion pls dont shout at me), do not like them in season 3.

My main problem with the show and the relationships in the group is that it is incredibly heteronormative - which also increased with Cleo joining the group (I absolutely love Cleo she is an icon I have no problems with her). But like, a friend group with the same amount of boys and girls does not mean that everyone has to pair up. People can just be mates. And while the cast is obviously very diverse, which is brilliant we love to see it, there is not one slightly queer character in the show.

And, Madison Bailey, who plays Kiara, literally has a girlfriend in real life. Idk maybe I will just die on the headcanon hill that Kie is a lesbian because she is an interesting character and I do not care about the whole relationship drama between her and the boys.

Another point people keep arguing over is that Kie and JJ was forced.

And like, no, it wasn't- we've been seeing them subtly flirt for 2 seasons. It's been made obvious that JJ obviously has feelings for Kie; literally in the first episode. And, after season 2, it's clear Kie likes him too.

But, it does feel forced.

Like, it's established they like each other, but they've always liked each other and have gotten into the most horrendous situations without saying anything. So why now?

JJ feels normal - but Kie feels kinda out of character. Like, maybe she just had enough and couldn't hold back anymore, like, girl, I get you. But they used to have good, flirty but friendly energy, and it feels like the writers were forcing tension between them. Which is extra annoying cause it's at the expense of my boy Pope.

Also, just throwing it out there, the whole "I love you, dude" scene didn't even process as a love confession to me - it was only JJ's reaction that made me realise. I think it's because me and my mates say we love each other all the time and the "dude" made it feel like her just trying to convince him she cares over having genuinely strong feelings for him.

Though the Kitty Hawk rescue was peak from JJ and absolutely that I expected their romantic relationship to be- it's just everything before that.

And don't get me started on the time skip.

It's some really bizarre writing. Like, they make sense, but the way it all went down just doesn't make sense to me for some strange reason.

Idk how to explain it. It feels rushed, like whilst they've been friends for years, we didn't really see any progress or realisation from Kiara's side. Like, maybe a scene where she talks to Sarah about it and says she doesn't know what to do and she thinks she's starting to fall for JJ could've made it feel less... off. Something as simple of that could've really added to it in my opinion. Like, we didn't see Kie's feelings for JJ outside of their interactions with each other.

If that makes sense, I'm struggling to explain here.

I hope yall get me here lmao.

#obx #jj maybank outer banks #outer banks #kiara carrera #jj x kie #jj x kiara #jj maybank

[rebelspykatie]

The world is gonna melt, get a little wet

Part 1

SPICY RATED E - Minors DNI | Part 2 | Part 3 | AO3

Nancy shows up to their date in a pleated skirt and Robin feels like she’s going crazy all night watching the way it swishes around Nancy’s thighs. Every time Nancy moves, Robin gets a glimpse of a pale, creamy expanse of skin or a peak of the lavender colored panties that Nancy is wearing underneath. 

She’s got on knee high socks too, which is painting a picture that leaves Robin salivating over her fries at the diner. Nancy smirks like she knows exactly how much of a tease she’s being, running her foot over Robin’s under the table and making her so flustered she can’t even speak. Biting her lip and acting all innocent to rile Robin up even more. They’re long past the stage of innocence though, so she’s well aware that Nancy is doing this on purpose, intentionally flooding her with indecent thoughts with a simple flash of her underwear. 

When they get to the bar Eddie suggested, the one where no one looks too closely at two women tangled together, Nancy pulls Robin over to a pool table. If Robin thought Nancy wielding a gun was hot, it’s nothing in comparison to her bent over a table with her ass in the air, successfully knocking balls into corner pockets like it’s her job. When it’s Robin’s turn, she’s not coordinated enough to win anything, but it still feels like a win when Nancy settles behind her and leans over to give her pointers, guiding her hands down Robin’s arms and pressing her front completely against Robin’s back. 

She feels the weight of the stares from around the dimly lit room. The way the butch lesbians at the bar are sipping beers and not hiding that they’re watching them. The way the cute couple in the corner is cuddled up in a stall with their hands tangled under the table, greedy eyes following the way Nancy and Robin’s hands trail over each other. That heat that trickles down her spine from that alone is exactly why Nancy brought them here. She knew the outcome before they even stepped through the door. 

They don’t last too much longer at the table, just enough for Nancy to win a round with a triumphant, pleased grin, before Robin is dragging them towards the bathroom. She pushes Nancy into a stall without looking around at how gross it could be in there, and she doesn’t have any time to think about it before Nancy is pressing her against the back of the stall door and kissing her. 

Robin’s just happy she can finally get her hands all over the smooth skin that’s been just out of reach all night. Nancy’s hands grip onto her shoulders, holding her in place against the door, while Robin’s fingertips lightly graze over where Nancy’s skirt lays against her thighs. A shiver runs along Nancy’s skin at the touch, goosebumps breaking out along the stretch of neck that Robin breaks away from their kiss to latch onto. She hikes up the skirt a bit and runs her palms over Nancy’s thighs, pulling her closer, slotting a leg between Nancy’s. 

“Did you wear this just to tease me?” Robin asks, nibbling her neck, not quite sinking her teeth in or sucking enough to leave a mark.

Nancy is already huffing breathy little exhales and squirming against Robin’s thigh. “It worked, didn’t it?” 

Robin groans against Nancy’s neck. “Of course it worked. I’ve been able to see your panties all night and it’s been driving me crazy.”

“Should I see if I can borrow one of the old Hawkins High cheer skirts? Would that really get you going?” 

Robin bites down on Nancy’s neck almost involuntarily, “Fuck, Nance.” 

Nancy lets out a high pitched breathy laugh that makes Robin want to bite her again, just on purpose this time. “I’ll see what I can do. This seems to be working well enough for now.” 

Wasting no more time, Nancy grinds down on Robin’s thigh. It’s summertime, so Robin is wearing overalls, the length of which isn’t long enough to hit where Nancy’s moving against her, the heat from her seeping directly into Robin’s skin. Robin pushes her leg up, feeling the friction from Nancy’s panties on her thigh as Nancy rotates her hips in a tight little circle, trying to find more pressure at her center. 

Robin leans back, resting her head against the door as she watches Nancy writhe against her, still in shock that she gets to do this with Nancy whenever she pleases. Even with her eyes half-lidded and her concentration fully on how she’s grinding down onto Robin, she looks more in control than Robin feels. Nancy grabs the straps on Robin’s overalls and hikes herself up more, giving herself some leverage to move her hips faster. 

Robin could probably cum just from watching Nancy like this, in charge but still wild and carefree as she gets herself off against Robin. But Robin wants something a little bit better, wants to see the way her hand can disappear under Nancy’s skirt.

Part 2 | Part 3 | AO3

#robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #stranger things #cross posted on twitter #also spicy #this will be 3 parts total #then posted to AO3 #katie writes

[radkindoffeminist]

What personally peaked you? Was it one instance or several instances over time? Or were you always critical of the gender movement from the beginning?

There were a few things over a period of months which I think really pushed me over the edge. I had caught radfem stuff from screenshots (mostly from Tumblr which is what pushed me here) about homophobia in trans activism and the redefining of what words mean. There are three I can name specifically as moments which I think truly peaked me. 

1) It was a peak trans story. Can’t exactly remember from where, but I digress. This lesbian was telling the story of how she had decided to date a trans woman after being told repeatedly that she needed to be inclusive, but stated that their relationship was a sexless relationship because she didn’t like dick so would only fuck him after he had bottom surgery. Literally doing what TRAs are pushing lesbians to do because who doesn’t want a sexless relationship, right? Well, this guy didn’t so he fucking rape her. He raped her because she didn’t want to fuck dick. He raped her because he didn’t want a sexless relationship, despite TRAs constantly pushing it to be inclusive. Seeing her story and how this homophobic rhetoric is affecting people is why I got into @tra-receipts and @peakstories.

2) A woman had cervical (I believe, might have been another female body part but I think cervical) cancer. Told her friends that she had cervical cancer. Her TIM friend decided that he could no longer be in her life because her having cancer in a female organ/body part was too triggering for him as it reminded him that he didn’t have that part. Worst part? The woman was acting apologetic towards this TIM and asking people what could she do to lessen his dysphoria. She had cancer and was still acting like his dysphoria from her cancer was somehow worse than her fucking cancer. How deep must our female socialisation go for us to put a man’s dysphoria before our health? For us to genuinely believe that no longer wanting to be friends because their cancer is too triggering for them is somehow okay?

3) A couple of months after I had read both of these and around the time I had joined radblr on a very old blog of mine (dangerous-rad-feminist? Maybe? It’s been three years so forgive me), and I was talking to my TRA friends about some trans stuff. Anyway, one of my mates was like ‘gender presentation is not the same as gender identity’ and I just sat and thought ‘well what is it then?’ A feeling? Brain sex? (One of them did believe in that idea for a bit)? A meaningless label? If gender is nothing to do with sex or stereotypes, then what does it mean to be a man or woman or non-binary? And for that, the TRAs have absolutely nothing (as recorded by @woman-defined). In the four years I have been on radblr, I have never seen a coherent/decent definition of the word woman. And by coherent/decent I mean: not related to stereotypes, nothing to do with brain sex, no circular reasoning (eg: a woman is someone who identifies as a woman), and not calling it ‘a feeling’. The only coherent definition of woman is adult human female.

These were my peaks. My big ones at least. There’s always stuff going on which makes me peak ever so slightly again and validates my position (like the trans women having period stuff which has gained so much traction over the past few years and really showed how some obscure little idea which had like one article written about it has grown to become a relatively well accepted theory for why trans women experience side effects for their HRT medications.)

#yes I shameless shout out my side blogs #don't come for me