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omg-snakes · 11 months
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on the rocks
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danelloevee · 9 months
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I would like to thank Lavender in June for giving me the opportunity to dislike a male character for getting in the way of my sapphic ship
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kit10phish · 2 months
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Self Disclosure and Taylor Swift's Mastermind
Maybe, just maybe Taylor is feeling people out, carefully testing the waters, and making a decision to update her public persona based on the reactions she receives. I think it would be beneficial for people to relax on the “straightest woman in the world” narrative, so she doesn’t get locked in a box (gold cage?!). Even if she is straight, does it need defending? Straight, is the majority, the…
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gratisdiamanten · 2 months
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Heyyy you got anymore insane jos and/or verstappen family lore to throw to us ?
Love the page btw ❤️❤️❤️❤️
I think I will elaborate on a longer lore-filled post but just to drop a bomb I think Jos is a blatant closet case psycho and has been dating his manager who became Max's manager since probably the mid 90s
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katnissgirlsmakedo · 11 months
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everyone saying jeronica are bearding and haha he’s like ronnie’s accessory they’re just best friends pretending to like each other romantically etc blah blah blah. you people could never understand anything real.
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shallowseeker · 2 years
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I go in the megstiel tag … it’s full of backflips and pretzel-ing to make her relationships “not straight-coded”
…Which could be genuinely stimulating and interesting if the goal wasn’t converting her thing with Cas to “gay/queer” …
I go into Crowley the tag, I get dissertations about him being homo-coded; no one is using crowleys brief stint as a female vessel to make him bi lol or straight-coded; no one is saying his thing with Dean is secretly straight because “Crowley would feel the same way if he manifested as a woman”
The thing about being bi is that the goddamn minute you pick the homo option, ppl gonna bend over backwards to rebrand you as “gay now,” and ppl continue to do this without even blinking in 2022 … I just … Wow I’m stunned really. Dean has more man crushes (hi gunner lawless) than Cas (canonical crush on female news anchor) and Crowley (hi Billie you’re sexy) combined and yet … he gets to own the duality
So Imma Bi truther, yes. Naw it doesn’t bother me I just feel like pointing it out now and again.
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narcissamilfoys · 1 year
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drawtober day 7: moon
tonks :'(
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nightmare-deer · 1 year
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Taylor Swift describing her het relationship as “lavender” and then seeing a bunch of straight people on social media follow suit is going to be the reason I start throwing hands. 
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audarcy · 5 months
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Me in the shower thinking about my wife: i think one of the big reasons why het culture "wifey/hubby" "his/hers" "tiaras/mustaches" matching sets other than the cis binarism of it all is that it reveals the thought process behind heteropatriarchy wherein ideal love is a product of inversion; two puzzle pieces that fit together but are separate and made functional solely by the utility of their differences. Heteropatriarchal love retroactively redefines a person as a half of a whole, their functions and idiosyncrasies only valuable when curtailed by another's. But more than that, heteropatriarchal love is so divided. My "hers" towel and your "his." Married on a friday because saturdays are for the boys. Your woodsmoke-scented deodorant and my lavender. We cant possibly hope to understand each other and that's what lends our partnership value, somehow. But the love i cherish--the love that nurtures me--is inextricability. Not the teeth of your personality spinning the cogs of mine but the blend and blur of our edges together. The further in the tide rolls the better. The love that nurtures me is accepting everything about you into my life even if i dont feel the same way about it that you do. Its a becoming. Becoming you, becoming myself, becoming us, again and again. There are no puzzle pieces to snap together, and im no more or less of anything with or without you. But no matter what happens i carry you with me now. Even in the small ways like how we wear each others jackets and deodorant and hats. I wear your mannerisms, and your jokes. I have your interests. You have my music taste. We subsume and consume one another. We explore each other by exploring ourselves and vice versa. The process of loving you is a mapping of a vast expanse and it is the creation itself of that expanse, ad infinitum. Loving you is a fluidity of the self. I try out new ways of living through you. I see through your eyes. My life doubles by virture of sharing it with you. We finish each others sentences and joke that were the same person but its truer than we have the language to describe. My selfhood blurs into yours; Im not half of a whole, but together we are a whole. You could draw a straight line from one end of me to the other end of you, no breaks. And why shouldnt we travel that line? Step inside my head and get comfy. Mi casa es su casa. Youre me and im you.
What comes out of my mouth when she walks into the room: id let you wear my skin if i could
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omg-snakes · 1 year
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wombperiod · 5 months
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If it was it was a lavender marriage then why did dworkin had sexual relations with her husband?
You try being in a het marriage as an abused raped lesbian woman who is likely fearful of denying a man sex due to your past. Not all women are as free as others in certain communities or times in the world to make certain choices. And remember that gay men are still just men with the same entitlement to women's bodies in less obvious ways.
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Random witchy shit the lads have to put up with
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Leo
"Do you have any hair?"
"What? Hair? No I'm a mutated turtle, I don't have hair"
"Ok what about nail clippings?"
"Why the fuck do you want my nail clippings?"
you just sigh and walk away
telling him to put a crystal in his pocket and threatening that if he loses it and dies you're going to do some necromancy shit and beat his ass
he can't sleep so you get out your lavender infused oil and give him a massage
then he's pissed that he overslept and you're just like "Sorry I'm very powerful, next time I'll let your insomnia continue!"
he has a thing about fingerprints on mirrors so one of your most long running arguments is you writing sigils in the fog on the bathroom mirror
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Raph
running into his room, clearly het up "What fucking moon phase is it tonight?"
he checks his phone and is like "A waning gibbus"
you practically screech "FUCK!" and run off again
he's kind of into it tho, always asking astrology shit like "What planet is it that's making me so annoyed today?"
you're just like "Earth, baby. It's earth"
he finds your collection of bones and teeth, he was not happy about you keeping them in his room
"But what if I need to call on those spirits to protect you out on patrol? Did you ever think of that?"
His room is messy as fuck and you do a lot of candle magic
have defo almost burnt down his room on at least 4 seperate occasions
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Mikey
"Can you do a spell that will get me free pizza?"
"I could just buy you a pizza?"
"No, it's more fun if I know magic was involved"
you had to enchant his nunchucks because he kept hitting himself in the face with them
"Don't ask any questions, I need to know the time you were born"
he tells you, you go on your phone for a minute furiously typing and then say "How dare you be an Aquarius Venus. How could you do that to me?"
he looks around the lair for 2 hours trying to find the laces to one of his shoes
only to find you doing knot magic with it
"I was in a pinch and this was the only knotable thing I could find"
"Baby, I need to put on my shoes..."
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Donnie
you turn everything he says into a problem because you find it funny
like he says "Bombastic side eye" when you say something out of pocket
and so, of course, you say "Did you just give me the evil eye? You 100% just evil eye'd me! You cursed me!"
taking his poptarts to give as offerings
that one really annoys him because somehow you always take the last one
and you won't let him eat it after, you just chuck it out when the deity is done wit it.
he meditates sometimes to get to sleep
and keeps waking up covered in and surrounded by your crystals
"I thought they'd relax you! Sorry I have a tight pussy and brilliant ideas I guess..."
"I just pulled the 7 of swords so who the fuck are you cheating on me with?"
he cannot win with you
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gaylorsnation · 1 year
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How does Karlie's husband factor into Kaylor?
They met in June 2012, actually she always posted him as her BFF she has post on Instagram about it when actually in an interview she said she didn't have time for a boyfriend.
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And suddenly they started dating on November 2012.
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Josh needed to be married to a women and have a child since he was losing some investors since they didn't want to invest in companies that would not have a LEGACY that causes a lot of uncertainty on their money. I think Josh told her bff lesbian Karlie to married her and to have a baby, living a lavender marriage.
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Joshua Kushner and Mikey Hess are officially married and what Karlie Kloss did with him was part of their own facade intending for them both to look straight/ heterosexual in a consumerist society who buys what is white/ het/politically correct.
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Taylor knows Mikey Hess, sometimes they were spotted having a double date Karlie, Taylor, Josh and Josh bff Mikey Hess. Taylor Swift, who was dating Tom Hiddleston, was spotted kissing and dancing with Mike Hess at model Karlie Kloss' birthday party.
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Lavender marriage exist. Closeting is a crude and cruel reality in the business industries. Bearding is an actuality and nowadays, it has not changed that much. If you want to talk about it, that is fine. If you want to research about it, even better.
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fractiousrvt · 11 days
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Spirit Serpents 2024 breeding season has officially begun.
First pair to lock up is Sova, my lavender het charcoal diffused possible het anery to Ivomun, a ghost het lavender 50% possible het charcoal.
This breeding will test Sova for anery and a hidden hypo a, and Ivomun for charcoal.
If I'm lucky with the known possible hets, this clutch will produce normals, aneries, lavenders, charcoals, moonstones (anery lavenders), carbons (charcoal aneries), charcoal lavenders, and charcoal moonstones.
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miasmaghoul · 1 year
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hellohello :)!! i saw the tags you left on the mountaindew piece, very very glad you liked it <3
based on that i am offering you a prompt of some sleepy ghouls, possibly with how they fight off the cold when it comes to winter :0? go absolutely bonkers w it (your writing is fantastic can i say, like. incredible. esp with descriptions)
ACK THANK YOU OMG YOU'RE TOO KIND <3
THAT MOUNTAIN-DEW PIECE IS WONDERFUL AND I AM THROWING YOU KISSES FOR IT MWAH MWAH MWAH
Cozy eepy ghoul fluff JUST FOR YOU
Rain grumbles to himself in bed, curled up on his side and shivering.
It's another drafty winter night and the water ghoul is miserable, alone in his room and too cold to get up and stoke the fire he'd let burn down to embers much too quickly. It's after midnight and he's tired, a long day of library work and practice behind him. But it's way too cold for him to sleep, and he'd rather be back in the pit than forced to get up in this chill.
Rain hisses as he wriggles an arm out of the mass of blankets he's wormed himself into to grab his phone from the nightstand, fingers shaking while he types.
R: Help, my fire went put and I'm freezing.
R: *out
The screen goes dark and Rain swears he can see his breath in the moonlight pouring over him. He whines high in his throat and tugs a blanket over his head. His phone buzzes a few minutes later.
D: fuck u too? satanas i gotta be in 4 rooms at once apparently
Well, at least Rain isn't the only one suffering.
R: Shit. Sorry Dew.
D: stfu its not ur fault
D: common room in 20
Rain perks up at that. The common room this late at night can only mean one thing. There's just a little problem.
R: I can't het up, I'll be an icicle. :(
R: *get, sorry, fingers are frozen.
D: ffs
D: hang on i'll get u a ride princess
Rain rolls his eyes and curls back in on himself. He imagines the others passing the time while they waited for the impending meetup.
Mountain would be fussing over his plants first and foremost, pressing gentle fingers into their soil to distribute his earthen warmth. He'd be in low-slung flannels and a long sleeved shirt, little sprigs of lavender poking from his hairline as sleep tried to dig its claws into him. Rain thinks about how wonderful Mountain is to sleep next to, naturally warm and big enough engulf his whole body. They sleep back to chest every time, legs tangled together, Mountain's arm clutching Rain's chest with their fingers intertwined. Mountain would snore into his hair, lulling him into a dreamy slumber.
Aether would be in a similar boat as Rain, his proximity to the void at the source of his power leaving him cooler than most. He wouldn't show it though. If Rain went to him right now, Aether would be lounging in bed with a medical text and those elegant silver-framed reading glasses in place, casual as could be in just a pair of pajama pants. His eyes would be heavy though, sleep dragging at their corners. Rain would slip under the covers and Aether would put his things aside, sliding down onto his back and letting the water ghoul curl against his side. Rain would hook a long leg over Aether's hip and an arm over his belly, resting his head on his soft chest. Rain always falls asleep first, soothed by Aether's quintessence and comforting presence.
Dew, if he weren't running around prepping for an impromptu ghoul pile, would undoubtedly be with either Aether or Swiss. It was rare to find the fire ghoul sleeping alone, except maybe in the dead of summer. Rain didn't mind sleeping next to him in any season, his natural chill an advantage that allowed them to share a bed on even the warmest nights. Dew would either be playing his beat up acoustic or watching some nonsense on his phone until sleep took over, dropping the device into his own face at least once. To sleep with Dewdrop is to sleep naked, and Rain quite likes that about the experience. They sleep face to face, entangled in one another any way they can manage, skin to skin and forehead to forehead. Rain would drift off on the scent of cinnamon and a crackling fire, awash in cozy warmth.
Swiss would be in whoever's bed would have him. Not always for anything lascivious, but the multighoul did NOT sleep alone. He'd had horrific nightmares after his summoning, the others finding him shrieking his lungs out in the dark. The presence of others at night had helped him through it, and the habit had stuck. If Swiss had texted Rain to come to his room, it would have led to two things - being stoned and making out. Not that you'd hear Rain complaining about it. He'd lay his head in Swiss's lap and let the other ghoul feed him the joint. Sometimes he'd kiss him with a mouthful of smoke instead, and Rain liked that especially. They would drift together, tactile and giggly and in just their boxers, Rain eventually falling asleep between Swiss's legs, arms wrapped around his waist. Swiss would sing him there, gentle claws running over his scalp while Rain pressed kisses into the little bit of pudge at his waistband.
The girls would be together in their nest, formerly Cumulus's chambers. Cirrus and Sunshine's rooms were always empty at night, unless they were entertaining a guest. Even then, they always migrated back together. Anyone was welcome in their shared den, to their oversized bed strewn with countless pillows and blankets, but it was always at least the three of them. The ghoulettes all sleep in pajamas that differ only in color; camisole style tops with shorts in light blue for Cumulus, silver for Cirrus and peach for Sunshine. They fit together in the nest, Sunshine at the center so the others could nestle into her warmth. Cumulus and Cirrus would mirror each other at her sides, one leg hooked over each of hers and their heads on her shoulders, arms around each other. If Rain joined alone, he liked to lay on his stomach under their tangle of legs, the weight of them carrying him off so easily.
If Rain were warm enough to sleep, he'd be reading himself there. He's currently in the middle of a trashy urban fantasy with vampires and werewolves, one he couldn't make it through a single chapter of without laughing hysterically. But ideally Dew would be here, sitting between Rain's legs and talking about everything and nothing while Rain braided his hair and soaked in his warmth. Dew would be doing something with his hands - rubbing Rain's calves, up to his thighs and then wriggling back against Rain's naked body. The water ghoul would smirk and say his name low, but the fire ghoul would feign innocence. He was just getting comfy. They'd tease each other until Rain was finished tying off the braid, then Dew would be flipping around so they could ravish each other. They'd fall asleep the same way as always, only much, much closer.
The designated 20 minutes fly by as Rain loses himself in thoughts of warmer times, and before he knows it he's being dragged from his reverie by his door being thrown open. Rain startles, peeking from behind his blankets to squint at the broad shape in the doorway.
"Someone said you needed a lift?"
Rain huffs out a laugh as Ifrit strides into the room in just a pair of low-slung sweats, arms crossed over his ample chest. Rain is tempted to just drag the fire ghoul into bed and lay on top of him, basking in his warmth.
"I can't feel my feet," Rain complains, and Ifrit grins as he leans down to scoop the water ghoul up princess style, blankets and all. He gives Rain a peck on the temple.
"You get tit privileges, Regina, don't worry." Rain chirps at the nickname, nuzzling into the fire ghouls neck in search of burning cedar and sun-warmed stone. He lets his eyes drift shut as Ifrit carries him to the common room, not opening them again until he's being set down next to the makeshift nest in the center of the room.
The couches and loveseat have been rearranged into a bed of sorts, shoved together with any gaps having been filled with pillows. It's lined with at least a dozen blankets and a mountain of pillows. The rest of the pack is already present, bleary eyed and swaying on their feet in the roaring firelight. They all clearly need this.
"Okay, Rain's in first tonight," Dew says, standing at the head of the nest. "Everybody wait your damn turn this time."
Rain yelps as Ifrit scoops him up and tosses him directly in the center of the plush pit. He laughs as Ifrit climbs in after him, scooching to the far end of the arrangement. Dew is right behind him, divesting Rain of his own blankets and rubbing a warm hand over his spine.
"Shit, raincloud, you are frozen," he murmurs, pushing heat into the water ghoul's skin. "C'mon, let's get you warm." It never ceases to amaze Rain how caring Dew can be. It only really came out on nights like this, but it blew him away every time.
Ifrit lays down first, half propped against the pillows in a corner. Rain follows him swiftly down while Sunshine mirrors Ifrit in the opposite corner. He molds himself to the fire ghoul's side, head firmly on his chest - Ifrit had given him tit privileges, after all - and twisting a leg around his. Ifrit kisses him on the forehead and Dew is next, pressing himself flush to Rain's icy back. He'd removed his shirt as well, and Rain greatly appreciated it. Dew presses his lips to the back of Rain's neck and hums softly into his skin. It's a weakness of Rain's and he finds his eyelids already begin to drag down.
The others follow suit.
Aether is next, finally admitting to also being cold and wedging himself on Ifrit's other side. He leans over to give each of them a kiss before resting on the other side of Ifrit's chest, laying a strong arm over their little pile. Dew does the same behind him, and just like that Rain is surrounded by warmth and comforting weight. Aether's leg loops around Ifrit's and their knees touch, Rain giggling at the sensation.
In the other corner, Sunshine has been bracketed by her girls in a position mirroring that of Rain and Aether on Ifrit. They all drag their legs up for Mountain to join, laying diagonally between the two piles. Swiss follows, scrambling to lay directly on top of Mountain with his head in the center of the earth ghoul's chest. The rest of them would wait until the two were settled, Mountain then giving the okay for everyone to put their legs up. They all would, a blanket of limbs weighing Swiss down against Mountain's chest until they were both groaning.
Once they're all settled, Swiss is the first to tap into his fire and start the warming process. His heat leaches into Mountain, and into their combined legs. Rain groans as his toes start regaining feeling. Sunshine is next, her summery warmth flooding them with the scent of honeyed peach blossoms. Ifrit and Dew warm themselves together, and the moan Rain gives has all of them chuckling. He can't even think to care, not with the toasty warmth and heady scents engulfing him. It's like he's at a bonfire in a fruit orchard, surrounded by everyone he loves.
"Thank you," he breathes into Ifrit's skin.
Dew kisses the back of his neck again in acknowledgement before going back to humming into the soft skin there. Rain is the first to start purring, drifting away in hazy warmth and a ring of arms. The rest aren't far behind.
Copia finds them like that the next morning when they're late for practice, the room filled with what sounds like roughly a dozen lions. He strokes a gloved hand through Rain's soft curls, chuckling at the way the water ghoul is drooling over Ifrit's skin. He can't bring himself to wake them, instead tiptoeing from the room with a warm smile on his face.
In his sleep, Rain does the same.
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ladyamanda123 · 2 months
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Tokyo Night 1 Surprise Songs
🎸 Dear Reader
🎹 Holy Ground
This feels like a very clear message to the Kaylors. She just dropped a whole new album a few days ago with some very het sounding titles. I said earlier that I don’t think this will be a “coming out” album any more than any other. She’s out. We all know she’s out. It’s obvious to anyone willing to see it. To me personally, Dear Reader is her telling us to stop hoping and waiting for an undeniable coming out to the world. She’s done that and they don’t want to see it. You’re Losing Me is her message to them. Dear Reader is the message to us. Who are the readers? The ones who are paying attention to the LYRICS. Not the bearding. Not the stunting. Not the pap walks. The LYRICS.
In Dear Reader she’s telling us you guys, you’re right. You already know. But don’t look to me to lead this thing. I think she’s made it so fucking obvious and they just refuse to see it. She’s done. This PR thing with Travis has been so over the top. How can anyone in their right mind think this shit is legit. But they do. And she’s done trying to win them. She’s just going to make her art and let those who are actually reading hold the truth.
So playing Dear Reader right after those track titles drop is a reminder to us. This is who I am, this is how it is. It will always be coded.
Then we got Holy Ground….which made me think of this interview….
A song about appreciating a past relationship for what it was and not being bitter.
Maybe this is a message that it’s time to not see the “Coming out” Taylor relationship as a fail. She’s out.
ME! Out Now.
Gay pride makes me me.
Hair pin drops
Lavender haze
I can still melt your world….dream girl
How you get the girl
Dress
No one knows how much I miss HER
She is so loud! 🌈
So maybe she wants us all to just appreciate what she gives us and hold on to that truth and be happy for it and appreciate what it is and not what we wish it was.
ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS….
While reading over the 🎃 messages again this part stuck out as going well with this post…
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We are the someone’s. The Readers. She wants to know that SOMEONE knows the truth. Sees her and accepts her for who she truly is. The Hetlors won’t ever see it. They are the deaf ears. The ones she has smiled and stunted for all these years. After all the pride flags she’s tossed at them through her art they still refuse to see it. To accept it. To accept her.
But we do. 🫶
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