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xtra7s · 3 months

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𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟 (𝗪𝗟𝗪) ──── 𝘙𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘱𝘱 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Synopsis: Renee and Y/N got casted as lovers in a new show

Content: Renee Rapp x Fem!Reader, G!P!Renee, penatration sex, alcohol

Word Count: 1.5k

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In the bustling city of Los Angeles, two talented individuals were about to embark on a thrilling journey that would forever change their lives. Renee Rapp, a celebrated popstar and actor, was known for her enchanting performances that captivated audiences worldwide. Y/N, a rising starlet, had recently made a name for herself with her remarkable acting skills.

Fate had brought them together unexpectedly as they were cast as co-stars in a groundbreaking lesbian show, “Unveiling Hearts.” The series aimed to celebrate diverse love stories and break barriers, resonating deeply with a very gay fanbase.

From the moment they met during the first script reading, sparks flew between Renee and Y/N. However, their connection wasn’t just limited to their on-screen chemistry. They both sensed an undeniable tension that lingered beneath the surface, threatening to unravel even the most composed of scenes.

As the filming progressed, the tension between the two actresses grew more palpable. Their characters’ love story mirrored the intensity of their own hidden desires, making it increasingly challenging to distinguish fiction from reality. The lines between acting and genuine emotions began to blur.

One evening, after a particularly intense scene, Renee invited Y/N to her trailer to practice a moment they were about to film the next day. The air was thick with unspoken desires as they found themselves slightly drunk on boxed wine, alone in the intimate space. The trailer’s dim lighting and the sound of raindrops against the windows added to the charged atmosphere.

The soft hum of distant music filled the air as they settled onto a plush couch, both feeling a subtle excitement hanging in the atmosphere.

The two had been practicing for quite some time, deciding to chill out for a bit. However, there was an unspoken tension lingering between them. A connection that had subtly shifted, leaving a delicate anticipation in its wake.

As they sat side by side, Renee couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N. The gentle flicker of the candles played on Y/N's face, casting a soft glow that highlighted their features. Renee's heart raced as she felt a magnetic pull towards Y/N, a longing that had been building over time.

Y/N, sensing the shift in the air, turned to meet Renee's gaze. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, it felt as if the world around them had faded away. The conversation paused, replaced by a silent understanding that something was about to change.

Renee's hand found its way to Y/N's, fingers intertwining as they shared a shy smile. The touch sent a wave of warmth through both of them, breaking down the barriers that had kept their feelings hidden.

The room seemed to shrink as they inched closer, drawn by an invisible force. Renee's hot breathe lingering on Y/Ns lips, creating a delicate dance of shared anticipation. It was a moment suspended in time, filled with the unspoken promise of something beautiful.

And then, with a soft and genuine tenderness, their lips met. It was a gentle kiss, filled with the unspoken emotions that had lingered between them for so long. Time seemed to stand still as they explored the sweetness of that shared connection.

In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and their inhibitions melted away. Their bodies moved in sync, fueled by a passion that had long been suppressed.

The initial kiss ignited a spark between Renee and Y/N, and as they pulled away, there was a shared, unspoken agreement that they both wanted more. The atmosphere in the room shifted, charged with a newfound intensity that neither of them could ignore.

Without breaking eye contact, Renee cupped Y/N's face with a gentle touch, her thumb tracing soft circles on Y/N's cheek. Y/N reciprocated by running their fingers through Renee's hair, a silent encouragement that spoke volumes. The air was filled with a mix of anticipation and desire as they closed the gap between them once again.

Their second kiss was more rough, a testament to the emotions that had been building up between them. Lips moved in sync, exploring the uncharted territory of each other's mouths. It was a dance of passion and vulnerability, a language only they understood.

Renee's heart raced, feeling the warmth of Y/N's body pressed against hers. The couch beneath them became a haven, a place where time seemed to slow down as they lost themselves in the shared rhythm of their kisses. The soft sounds of their breaths, the gentle sighs, and the occasional quiet giggle filled the room.

As the intensity of their embrace deepened, Renee's hands traced the contours of Y/N's back, leaving a trail of tingling sensations. Y/N, in turn, explored the landscape of Renee's shoulders, fingers dancing delicately along her skin. Every touch communicated a depth of connection that went beyond mere physicality.

The world outside seemed to fade away as they continued their intimate exchange, wrapped up in the blissful cocoon of their shared affection. Time became irrelevant as they surrendered to the magnetic pull drawing them closer.

Y/N's hand rested on top of Renee's thigh, squeezing gently before slowly sliding upward towards her inner thigh. Their fingers traced delicate circles around the hem of her shorts, teasingly brushing against her sensitive skin. Renee bit her lower lip nervously, squirming slightly in anticipation of what was coming next.

"Are you sure about this?" she whispered out, her voice trembling with uncertainty mixed with excitement. Y/N nodded reassuringly, their thumb rubbing circles on the exposed flesh above her knee.

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't," Y/N replied confidently, her eyes locked onto hers. Their lips crashed together hungrily, tongues dancing wildly in each other's mouths as they became more bold in their movements. Their hands roamed freely over each other's bodies, exploring every curve and dip until finally, Y/N reached beneath Renee's shirt and pushed it upwards, exposing her boobs to the cool air.

Renee gasped softly as Y/N cupped one breast in her palm, massaging it gently while sucking on her neck and chest. Her nipples hardened instantly under the attention, standing erect and begging for more stimulation. Y/N's fingers fumbled with the clasp holding her bra in place, finally freeing both breasts from their confines. They began to knead and tweak them roughly, causing Renee to arch her back into the touch.

"Oh fuck, Y/N" she moaned, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Renee's hands found their way beneath Y/N's tank top, running upwards along their torso until reaching her navel. She circled it slowly at first, savoring the sensation of skin on skin before working her way upwards to cup Y/N's breasts as well.

Their bodies continued to move together rhythmically, their hips grinding against each other in sync with their passionate kisses. Y/N's hand reached down between them, her hand leading between Renee's thigh. With a grin against Renee's lips, She pushed her hand under Renee's shorts, gasping into Renee's mouth when she feels her hard cock and the precum covering the tip.

"Is this all for me, pretty?"

Y/N worked off Renee's shorts and boxers, taking off the rest of her clothes after Renee. Between Renee's legs, Her erect member rubbing against Y/Ns thigh as she sits on Renee's lap. "Tell me you want this too," Renee panted, her breath hot against her ear lobe.

"Please, Renee" Y/N managed to choke out as she kisses Y/N, her voice hoarse with desire. Renee kissed Y/N passionately, "Tell me if you want to stop" She whispers, before slowly pushing inside Y/N, sinking inside of her and stretching her out to fit her cock. Y/N moaned out in both pain and pleasure as Renee continued to move deeper inside her, filling every inch of her up.

Once fully inside, Renee began to thrust her hips rhythmically, hitting all the right spots within Y/N's body. Their hips rocked in unison, generating a wet slapping sound that reverberated throughout the room. Their bodies were now covered in sweat, evidence of their intense fucking.

Y/N gripped onto Renee's shoulders tightly, her nails digging into their skin as she struggled to find a stable place to put her hands amidst the waves of ecstasy coursing through her body. Her moans turned into high-pitched whimpers as orgasm after orgasm washed over her, leaving Y/N's body shaking uncontrollably.

Renee, also feeling her own climax rapidly approaching, picked up the pace, thrusting faster and harder than before. Their breathing became more labored, their bodies slapping against each other in sync with each powerful thrust.

Y/N leaned up, kissing Renee sloppily as she pounds into her, "I'm close... I'm cumming..." Renee moaned, her voice hoarse with desire. At the same time, Y/N yelled out her own release, her juices coating both of them liberally. Renee pulled out, cumming on Y/N's thigh as they continued to move together until their orgasms subsided, panting heavily as they came down from their shared high.

Finally, they collapsed on top of each other, their bodies entwined in a mess of sweat and fluids. "you're something special," Renee smiled, leaning up as she left soft kisses on Y/N's neck, smiling up at her as they held each other.

#lesbian #wlw #leighton murray x reader #renee rapp x reader #renee rapp #leighton murray #the sex lives of college girls #lgbtq #lesbians #g!p #g!p Reneé rapp #reneé rapp #i’m so gay help

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yandere-daydreams · 5 months

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Title: Undetered.

Continuation of Unrequited.

Pairing: Arlecchino x Reader x Furina (Genshin).

Word Count: 1.1k.

TW: Obnoxious Sapphic Pining, Lesbian Melodrama, and Spoilers for the Fontaine Story Quest. Live Dove: Tender and Sweet.

Truly, you were fortunate to have such a persistent suitor.

And, truly, Arlecchino was lucky to be so desperately in love with someone who so often left their windows unlocked.

Lady Furina – or, rather, Miss Furina now – might not have had the limitless means of an archon, but her manor was still sizable enough to leave convenient gaps between patrolling guards. Vaulting the stone gate was child’s play, climbing to the second floor a task that would’ve been easily passed off to one of her less capable subordinates, remaining unseen as she worked a dagger between the glass pane and its wooden frame until the mechanism gave and she could slip into your bedroom an art she’d perfected over decades of careful practice. She never expected to use her talents for a matter so personal, but still, expertise couldn’t be denied.

Although Furina’s burdens weren’t quite as heavy as an opera star as they’d been as an archon, you still took care of her affairs dutifully – ever the loyal companion despite your favored idol having been proved false. Even now, in the dead of night, you were chained to your desk, your fingertips stained with ink and your quill abused to the point of dullness. It took a moment for you to take notice of the draft, to straighten your back and glance blearily in her direction, but whatever exhaustion stole your attention from her seemed to disappear the moment you met her eyes. You scrambled to rise, to call for your guards, but she was already closing the distance between you, already trapping you against the edge of your desk, an arm caging you in on either side. Too breathless to spare a proper greeting, she took your hand in her own and held it to her chest. If she had a heartbeat, you might’ve been able to hear it racing. “My love, my light,” You opened your mouth, undoubtedly preparing one of the dismissive platitudes you so often offered her, but just this once, she refused herself the pleasure that was listening to your voice. Time was precious, tonight, and she couldn’t afford to be so indulgent. “I’m leaving for Snezhnaya at dawn, and I will only dare to ask this once—” She paused, forced herself to breath. “Come with me.”

Your eyes remained wide and horrified. “Lord Arlecchino.” And then, after a short lapse, “You’re in my bedroom.”

“If you must serve a god,” she went on, unfazed by your shock. “Then serve me. I know you think you’ve found a purpose in Furina, but there is nothing in the world she can give you that I can’t. There’s nothing she does for you that I’m not willing to.” She raised your hand to her mouth, her lips grazing over your knuckles. “You don’t have to love me. All I ask is to be able to pretend you might, one day.”

It was your turn to manage a ragged inhale, now, to draw yourself out of her hold with a quick shake of your head, a dry swallow. “You can’t—” You started towards the door, then thought better of it, taking to pacing as you glared daggers towards the carpeting. “You cannot be here. You have to leave, and you have to make sure no one sees you.”

“I’m not afraid of a few guards,” she cut in. “If I had to fight a thousand men for your hand, I’d draw my sword without a second thought.”

“You don’t understand. She thinks I don’t know, but—” You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “She writes these— these fictions, and if she finds that you’ve broken into her estate in the middle of the night wearing—” You gestured vaguely to her, or more specifically, to the pitch-black bodysuit she usually wore to her less scrupulous encounters. “—that, I’ll have to travel far past Snezhnaya before I ever hear the end of it.”

With an airy chuckle, she found her way back to your side. As gently as she could, she took you by the arm, and when you failed to protest, drew you into a delicate embrace. “What are you afraid of, dear?”

You slackened against her chest. “I�� I honestly don’t know how to explain it,” you admitted. “It’s just, ever since you first came to Fontaine, she’s been inf—”

This time, you were interrupted by the door to your bedroom slamming open, your mistress appearing above the threshold – already posed with one hand on her waist and the other curled around the handle of a mahogany cane, her eyes shut and her smile wide. “Teyvat’s brightest star has returned!” She declared herself with a turn on her heel – a dramatic flourish worthy of a retired archon. “You would not believe how well rehearsal went, there’s already a—”

Her eyes flickered op, and whatever she meant to tell you died on her tongue as her gaze fell onto Arlecchino. Immediately, you wrenched yourself out of Arlecchino’s arms, rushing towards Furina. “My lady, it’s not—"

“Save your excuses.” Her voice was low, her tone steely. Furina posed no threat to you, much less to her, but Arlecchino still had to temper the urge to step in front of you – if only out of some long buried, sickeningly knightly instinct. “I can see what’s going on.”

A beat passed in silence, then another. Ultimately, Arlecchino took it upon herself to break it. “…you can?”

“For exactly what it is.” She pressed the back of her hand to her forehead, gasping sharply. “My greatest foe, here to use my closest confidant against me. I will not allow it! Whatever you plan to do with them – let me take their place. No matter what you plan to take – my mind, my soul, my body, I insist that you take it from me!”

Her rambling went on, but Arlecchino diverted her attention, sparing you a glance out of the corner of her eye. “She’s got a bit of a crush,” you whispered, smiling apologetically. “This is just how she behaves when she’s nervous.”

Arlecchino’s looked back to Furina. Upon closer examination, her cheeks were flushed, her movements erratic. As she described the torture she would go through for your sake in truly graphic and well-imagined detail, Arlecchino cleared her throat. “With as little respect as possible,” she cut in. “You’re not the one I’m here for, Furina.” She took up your hand, intertwining her fingers with your own and falling to one knee. You pursed your lips, but didn’t protest, content to let the gesture stand – if only for the sake of your mistress. “It’s your confidant who has my heart, despite how callous the hands I’ve entrusted it to may be.”

“But, my lady, my loyalty is with you.” For the first time, Arlecchino watched your expression wither. Your worry – not for your mistress’ safety, but purely for her happiness – would’ve been touching, if her selfishness hadn’t been the cause of your concern. “And… my love, as well. If you’d care to accept it.”

It was a pitiful confession, pale in comparison to even the meekest of hers, but it seemed to be enough. Furina took a moment to examine you, to evaluate Arlecchino where she kneeled. Slowly, she straightened herself, squaring her shoulders. “If that’s the case,” she began, finally, taking on an air that could be easily mistaken for dignified. “Then as the former sovereign of your nation and the mistress of this estate…”

She raised a hand, a near radiant grin painting itself across her lips as she encompassed you both in one sweeping gesture.

“I demand a threeway!”

#woman loving wednesday #on thursday #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin x you #furina x reader #furina x you #furina x arlecchino #arlefuri #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino x you #arlecchino x furina

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stereotypicalsanriofemme · 10 months

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Being a housewife is fun, sure, but I think there’s so much more to be said about breaking a resilient woman into a subslut 💕

I mean, imagine it. You probably met her at some advanced intellectual event— a debate, or perhaps a lecture. She always asked questions, curious and hungry for any ounce of knowledge she could pry from an expert’s lips. It entranced you— someone so small and cute yet powerful, able to critically analyze materials and refusing to follow the paradigm of “sit down and be quiet.”

You just knew you had to break her.

It started with a group project, and with your luck you got partnered with her. She was cuter even closer— little puppy eyes and pouty lips, tender breasts that were easy to grope and a perky ass that her mini skirts couldn’t hide the shape of. Her cute low-cut blouse once flashed the curve of her breasts to you and you just had to hold yourself back from bending her over the table at that moment and making her yours.

You got your way in the end— little princess thought it was a good idea to bend over the counter to get something for you and you just snapped 💕 She whimpered feeling you hard packing beneath those jeans as you pressed your bulge against her ass. She lets out a nervous question— “what are you doing…?” clearly aroused. You simply flip up her little mini skirt in response.

“If you want to stop, you run right now and I’ll never talk to you again. If you want me to keep going, you call me Daddy and listen to every command I give you. Understand?”

Her legs tremble, eyes blown wide as she looks up at you.

“…yes, Daddy,” she whispers shyly, and you grin, feeling like a predator who finally caught its prey.

The night was long after that. You spread her out on your thick cock, watching her whimper and drool as it bottomed out over and over again as you whisper take it, take it, fucking take it, watching her get dumber with every thrust.

Halfway through the night you taught her how to service your cock properly, fucking her mouth and watching her gag and drool in confusion yet moaning when it finally popped into the back of her throat, making her deepthroat you fully. Watching her cough as you pulled out of her mouth only made you want to go for another round. You couldn’t hold yourself back, not anymore; you needed her to be yours. You needed her to submit to you and you alone.

She was corrupted after that. She kept coming back, gentle at first, asking “could we do that again?” which evolved into desperately grabbing your packer and begging for you to fuck her. You never saw her smile wider like when she was fucked stupid on your cock, whining, “so good, daddy, so goood~”

She can be little miss perfect by day, a smart, independent girl, but she knows as well as you do that she belongs on her knees below you.

THIS POST IS ABOUT LESBIAN SEX!!

#sorry I got carried away #yuhhhhhhh #I wrote this while bored cried #lesbian nsft #daddy k!nk #sapphic nsft #wlw nsft #butch4femme #femme nsft #butch nsft #femme4butch #corruption k!nk

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cherryrainn · 5 months

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Hey think you could a Female human lesbian reader who dates Verosika before discovering she’s a demon and stays with her cause she loves her, overall it’s a sweet relationship. Eventually she starts sharing her with her girls which becomes a poly romantic relationship. If not that’s fine. Have a nice night.

━━ ✧ 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; verosika + reader (female)

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; omg i love verosika so much thank you

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; none

in the bustling city, you found yourself captivated by the charismatic and alluring popstar, verosika mayday. her sultry voice and magnetic stage presence had an undeniable charm that drew you in. little did you know that your life was about to take a thrilling turn.

the two of you met at one of her concerts. you were lucky enough to catch her attention in the crowd, and after the show, she invited you backstage. from that moment, your connection with verosika deepened. late-night conversations, shared laughter, and stolen glances fueled the budding romance between you.

as your relationship flourished, you couldn't help but feel a sense of completeness with verosika. she was a muse, a confidante, and, most importantly, your lover. but secrets have a way of surfacing, and hers was no exception.

it started innocently enough. verosika seemed a bit mysterious, always dodging questions about her personal life. yet, you brushed it off, thinking it was a part of her enigmatic charm. however, as the days passed, you began to notice subtle peculiarities—unexplainable occurrences that hinted at a hidden truth.

one evening, as the two of you cuddled on the couch, verosika hesitated before sharing a secret. "there's something about me you should know," she confessed, her eyes revealing a vulnerability you hadn't seen before.

as she transformed into her full form, you were momentarily taken aback. the revelation was overwhelming, and your initial fear gave way to confusion and curiosity. verosika bared her true self to you, and in that vulnerable moment, you made a choice — to embrace her for who she was.

"i'm not just a popstar; i'm a succubus," verosika explained, her voice a mix of apprehension and longing. "i get if this is too much for you."

but instead of pulling away, you leaned in and whispered, "you're still the same person i fell in love with."

your acceptance marked the beginning of a journey into the supernatural. as you delved deeper into verosika's world, you discovered her fellow succubi — coco, apple, milky, and kiki.

the transition from a monogamous relationship to a poly romantic one was gradual but filled with love and understanding. verosika's girls welcomed you with open arms, their affectionate gestures and warm smiles erasing any doubts you might have had.

dialogues flowed freely in the shared moments between you and verosika's girls.

"i never thought i'd be a part of something so nice," you admitted one night, cuddled up with verosika and her girls. the room was filled with laughter, whispered confessions, and a profound sense of connection.

verosika, once competitive and mean-spirited, transformed into a pillar of love and support. her seductive powers were reserved for the stage, and in the privacy of your shared space, she became vulnerable and tender.

the city that had once seemed overwhelming now felt like a haven — a place where your unconventional love story unfolded against the backdrop of dazzling lights and the warmth of shared affections.

as the night deepened, verosika whispered words of gratitude, her eyes reflecting the love that had blossomed in the midst of the unexpected. you held her close, surrounded by the soft hum of the city, knowing that your journey with verosika and her girls was an extraordinary chapter in the book of your life.

verosika's voice was a gentle melody as she expressed her feelings, "i never thought i'd find someone who'd accept all of me."

coco chimed in with a mischievous grin, "love has a way of doing that."

kiki, with a playful wink, concluded, "who would've thought that a bunch of succubi and a human could make such a perfect, loving concoction?"

as the night unfolded, your hearts intertwined in a symphony of love and acceptance, creating a melody that resonated through the cityscape — a testament to the beauty that emerged when souls connected beyond the ordinary.

#VEROSIKA MAYDAY #helluva boss verosika #verosika x reader #helluva boss #helluva #helluvaboss #y/n #reader insert #x reader #ask #female reader #lesbians #polyamory #wlw

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ezramire · 2 years

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I think some often-overlooked context for gideon's sacrifice at the end of GTN is that, if gideon survives, harrow asked her to return to drearburh.

of course, harrow's plan of I'll-hold-the-lyctor-off-you-and-cam-jump-into-the-sea is dogshit, not going to work etc. of course gideon is a perpetual Good Girl, a butch in shining armor--she's a saint. she's jesus christ. I don’t mean at all to undermine her selflessness, but in her panic i can't help but think the threat of the ninth house made the choice much simpler.

let's go back to the beginning of GTN to the amalgam of everybody's worst hometown:

gideon the ninth, chapter 1

gideon's entire life has been a series of escape attempts. in canaan house her relationship to harrow undergoes a metamorphosis, but behind her is eighteen years of trying--relentlessly--to run from a cold dark place that she is beholden to. (whenever beholden comes up in this series at least 8 alarms go off in my head and i drop whatever i'm holding).

gideon the ninth, chapter 4

I think aiglamene understands drearburh is inherently soul-killing in a way that harrow does not. harrow genuinely loves her house (which, to her, is the Tomb). gideon was never allowed to love the ninth house--it rejected her at every opportunity. harrow, however, threw herself into it wholesale. she had nothing else.

skip to the pool scene. harrow receives absolution and a emotionally charged tender forehead kiss (top 10 lesbian baptisms of all time). they are finally on the same side, out from under drearburh's shadow. they can trust each other. then harrow, with her seventeen years of pining, obsession, and isolation, asks gideon something truly fucking awful:

gideon the ninth, chapter 35

in harrow's mind, the locked tomb (specifically) has served as her reprieve. it is The Thing For Which She Suffers It All, and so it must be good. harrow sees herself as the thing that poisoned gideon, because she IS the ninth house, and she hates herself. I genuinely don't think harrow understands the depth of cruelty in this ask at all. in harrow's mind she is saving gideon and protecting The Body.

and as cytherea bears down on them, harrow reminds her:

gideon the ninth, chapter 37

if harrow sacrifices herself, gideon owes her AND gets abandoned. gideon has to go back and protect the tomb, back to a life she could not bear long before she had ever seen the sea and the sky, before kind-hearted house scions and princesses with swords. the chains would be slapped on. gideon would not get out twice. not even in a box.

gideon can die neatly and heroically, like a protagonist in a comic book—she can save harrow, save camilla, get vengeance for lost friends, carry out the last wish of jeanmarry and isaac, who she so badly let down—or she can live and return to drearburh.

gideon the ninth, chapter 37

gideon the ninth, chapter 37 (final line before the epilogue in harrow's POV).

of course she chooses the fence.

#the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #gideon the ninth spoilers #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #tlt meta #signed a lesbian from a small dark town full of old people who was very afraid of dying there #i love you gideon nav #i love you harrow #your deepest issues are so fundamentally at odds with each other and the conflict that creates #is so compelling like what the fuck #if u can believe it i actually exercised restraint not adding 8 more text screenshots #especially from harrow the ninth #maybe ill ctrl-f the word beholden and toss them into a compilation post so i can look at it and weep #another day

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forever-rogue · 16 days

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hi there i hope you’re having an amazing day!! i was hoping to request a steve harrington x fem!reader fic. they’ve been together for a few months but reader hasn’t come out to him as bisexual. she knows steve will be accepting but still has a sense of hesitance bc of his king steve era in high school. steve notices something is going on and tries to figure out what it is. reader eventually confesses what’s been happening in her mind and comes out. steve comforts her and tells her he’s proud of her. but then he tells her that he’s also bisexual and he was afraid to be vulnerable and share who he is until he met the reader. thank you so much, your writing is amazing!!

AN | As a fellow bisexual, I love this! Enjoy because it’s soft and sweet 🥺

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.3k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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"Robin?" your voice was so soft and timid that she almost didn't hear it. She looked up from the movie returns she was sorting through and raised an eyebrow in question. You sighed heavily before hopping onto the counter and anxiously swinging your legs back and forth.

"C'mon," she sat cross-legged on the ground and looked up at you with curiosity glittering in her eyes, "out with it."

You cast a furtive look around the store, checking to make sure that Steve wasn't there. Which was unrealistic, considering you knew he was doing his afternoon classes at the local university. You'd stopped by to bring Robin lunch…and pick her brains but right now it all seemed so hard.

"Ummm…okay,” you clutched at the edge of the counter, holding it so tightly that your knuckles were turning white. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to search for the right words, “how did you know…or I guess realize that you were a lesbian?”

“Oh? Has the dignus finally made you realize that you don’t need men?” she joked and your face warmed up as you shook your head .

“N-no,” you shrugged, fingers anxiously drumming along the countertop, “I love Stevie, in all the ways, but I think I might…like women too.”

She snorted in amusement but when she saw the look on your face, Robin broke into a fit of giggles. You sighed softly and offered her a look that was nothing short of desperation, "oh. Oh. You're not…joking, are you?"

"No," you shook your head, playing nervously with your hands. You knew that Robin was the last person to judge you, but it still felt hard. You allowed yourself a quick peek at her and saw nothing but tenderness on her soft features, "I'm not."

"Babe," she stood up and threw her arms around you, squeezing you tightly but causing you to relax, "first of all - congrats on the revelation! And secondly - what's wrong? What's got you upset?"

"I guess just…it feels wrong," Robin reached up and gently wiped the tears that had rolled down your cheeks away, "I'm with Steve! Like it doesn't even matter but it's been nagging at me. What if I'm just making this all up in my mind?"

"I'm going to tell you that no matter what you think or the fact that you're with Steve and clearly so in love with him it's disgusting, who you are matters," she reached for your hand and held it gently in hers, "its a part of who you are, whether or not you're with a man or a woman."

"I do love Steve…more than anything,” even the mere thought of him was enough to give you butterflies, “but I feel like this is something that’s a part of me too.”

“Then it’s important and it matters,” she promised and that made you relax a little bit, “both can be true, you know. You can love and be with Steve, and at the same time, you can still be bisexual. Even if you never date anyone else, that’s still a large part of who you are. And the people that matter will understand; if someone doesn’t understand, then they’re not your people.”

“Those are some wise words,” you sniffled slightly, moved by her kindness and love, unable to stop yourself from wrapping your arms around her and giving her a tight hug, “thank you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” she insisted with a kiss pressed to your cheek, “that’s what friends do.”

“And you’re the bestest of them all,” you seriously didn’t know what you would have done without them, “seriously.”

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Despite Robin’s words of reassurance, you still antagonized over what to do next for so long. At least that’s what it seemed like….in reality it had only been a few days but when your mind was so full of a million different thoughts it seemed much longer. Steve had noticed that something was off, and had asked if something was wrong a few times but you never provided him with an answer.

You brushed it off and just claimed that you were tired, but you knew that he knew you weren’t giving him the full truth. One of the many wonderful things about Steve was how patient and gentle he was. He knew that you’d come around and tell him what was going on when you were ready.

But as you laid next to him at night, trying to fall asleep in his arms, in your own shared apartment, the spaces where you felt the most loved and safe, you still felt a bit of nervousness. There were so what ifs swirling around your mind; what if you told Steve that you were bisexual and he hated you? What if he didn’t support you? What if he didn’t believe you?

So many questions all at once.

Eventually, however, everything had to come to a head. And it happened just as you imagined it would; easily and effortlessly.

You’d beaten Steve home and started cooking dinner, thinking nothing of it. The two of you often split these types of chores, but one of the things you always loved was that you both ended up in the kitchen together.

“Hey lovely,” you’d been so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t heard Steve come in, let alone walk into the kitchen. You looked up from the sauce you were currently making on the stove and offered him a soft smile. He crossed the kitchen and stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, “missed you today.”

“Hello, my love,” you turned your head so you could kiss his cheek, making a small sound of content as he squeezed you gently, “missed you too.”

“What can I do to help?” he asked softly and you shook your head, “come on, there’s gotta be something I can do.”

“Pour us some wine,” you nudged him in the direction of the cabinet so he could grab a couple of glasses, “and be generous with the pour.”

“I think I can handle that,” he grabbed the glasses and made quick work of pouring some of the sweet red you liked, setting the glasses down on the counter. You carried on but stopped to take a drink before giving him a berry sweet kiss. But despite how normal you believed you were presenting yourself, Steve could still tell something was bothering you, “honey girl, what’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?” you asked softly, slapping a stiff smile on your face, “hmm?”

“Something’s been on your mind,” he whispered softly, “and I can tell it’s been weighing on you. Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

You swallowed thickly, attempting to make your face as neutral as possible. You took a long drink before turning to him, "nothing is going on, my love."

He inhaled deeply and you could tell that he had so much more on his mind but was trying to process exactly how much to say. Eventually he just nodded, a slight frown tugging down the corners of his mouth, "alright. Y-you know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Of course I do," you set your hands on his broad shoulders and leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek, "I trust you more than anyone else."

"Good," he offered a little half smile in response before gently touching your cheek, "let's go out for ice cream after dinner, huh?"

"Ooh, that sounds lovely!" You beamed at him and he relaxed slightly. At least you were still mostly yourself…the rest, he hoped, would come out in time. All he wanted for you was to be happy and he wanted to share in that happiness.

But he was a calm and patient and gentle man, and he would be ready to be there for you and support you whenever you were ready.

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It was late, so late that the only things keeping you company were the night insects and hooting owls. The window was open bringing in a much needed and gentle breeze. You were on your side and staring out the window into the darkness, unable to find sleep and opting to count stars instead. Steve was fast asleep next to you, an arm slung around your waist as he snorted gently.

You had been so close to telling him your little secret for days now, but you just couldn’t quite bring yourself to do it. Every time you were ready to, it felt like a giant pit had lodged itself into your belly.

“Oh Steve,” you wished it out into the void more than anything, not expecting that he was awake or would even register that you were talking to him, “I love you so very much.”

“Hmm,” you felt him shift slightly and almost froze up as his arm tightened around you, “love you too, angel.”

You stiffened when you realized that he was awake. You weren’t sure what it was, but for some reason, whether it was the cloak of night or the hope that he was half asleep and wouldn’t remember this, you felt brave. You reached for his hand and laced your fingers together, that familiar sense of safeness and security settling into your bones.

“Can I tell you something, Steve?” your heart was hammering as you closed your eyes and swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Anything,” he promised, pressing a few soft, featherlight kisses to your shoulder, “nothing could ever change how much I love you.”

“I-I know,” you choked up and took a moment to compose yourself, “I think…no, I, umm…I’m bisexual.”

He said nothing for a moment and your mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusion.

He didn’t believe you. He hated you. He wouldn’t love you anymore. He was going to break up with you.

“It’s been on my mind a lot lately and I’ve just been thinking about it,” you wanted to cry when you felt him pull his arm from around you, “and I never want to keep secrets from you. I-I’m sorry but I just wanted to tell you.”

When he still didn’t say anything you were all but ready to pack your bags and leave. But then he sat up and leaned against the headboard and flicked on the light on the nightstand. You looked up and when you didn’t see anger on his face, you followed suit and looked at him with wide eyes.

“S-Stevie?”

“Is that what’s been on your mind?” he asked softly, so different than what you had initially expected. You nodded slowly, unable to contain the tears that started to roll down your cheeks which he quickly wiped away, “baby.”

“I was scared to tell you,” you confessed, “I didn’t know if I should.”

“You never have to be scared to tell me anything,” he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to share that with me.”

“Me too,” you smiled when you felt him take your hand and start playing with your fingers, a method of keeping you both calm, “I thought about not doing it at all ‘cause it doesn’t really matter.”

“Why wouldn’t it matter?” his pretty honey caramel eyes narrowed in confusion, a look so cute and puppy-like that it made your heart melt, “of course it matters.”

“Because I’m dating you,” he took your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles and then your palm, “and you’re a man and I’m a woman and…I don’t ever plan on not being with you so…in a way it felt like it doesn’t matter.”

“It’s a part of who you are,” he put a finger under your chin and turned your face up to meet his, “and it matters no matter what. Being with me doesn’t change that.”

“Thank you,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and let him pull you into his warm, strong body, burrowing your face into his chest and inhaled his familiar scent, “I love you so much.”

“Can I tell you something too?”

“Anything.”

“I am…bisexual,” you pulled back from him and looked to see if he was being serious or joking, not that you’d ever expect him to joke about something like that. When he offered you a soft, dopey little half smile you realized he was telling the truth, “just like you.”

“I…Steve,” you put your hand on his cheek and looked at him incredulously, “I…wow. But…how come you never said anything?”

“I guess it’s really a pretty simple answer,” he too felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, “I didn’t really think it mattered. But then…when you told me, I realized it did matter. Just like it matters with you, it matters with me too. And no, I don’t ever plan on not being with you either. It’ll always be us, angel.”

“I love you so much,” you just beamed at him. This had gone very differently than what you had expected, even in the million different scenarios that had run through your head. You kissed him, a slew of different emotions running through your veins, taking his face in your hands and throwing every bit of love you had at him, “so, so much.”

“I love you too,” he pulled you fully into his lap, settling his hands on your hips, “I’m glad we were able to finally get this out there.”

“Me too,” you agreed, softly, “you are everything to me, Steve Harrington.”

“You are everything to me, angel,” he tenderly kissed your temple, “I love you everything you are, you have been, and will be.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #joe keery #st

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irregularcollapse · 4 months

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for the top 5/top 10 thing you reblogged earlier: top 5 Damianos Moments™️ from the books (or top 10 if you wanna) 😍

Oh my god Irene ily 🖤🖤🖤

I was actually thinking about this because I keep getting notes from my beta reader that are just bits highlighted with "Damianos!" in the comment, and I feel like there's a difference between a Damen Moment™ and a Damianos Moment™

Like what brings out that "Damianos!" from even staunch lesbians? What makes even dykes be like "I'd ruin my life for that man"? Speaking purely from personal experience, a Damianos Moment™ is when he does something that makes the reader go, "that's a King." When the fantasy of him truly jumps out, the tenderness and goodness of his character, his honourable nature and sense of justice, his righteousness and honesty. I think the most important aspect of it is that a Damianos Moment™ shows his character growth and how he has earned everything which rests upon him.

So my Top 5 Damianos Moments™:

Cheating straight off the bat and lumping together every instance of him giving Laurent strategic advice in Prince's Gambit, such as when he insists on riding with Laurent to Nesson-Eloy and says "You're too used to doing everything on your own." These moments build and build in this really fantastic way which show the reader Damen's humility, his experience and instinct, his leadership qualities--but also his keen ability to assess the strengths and weaknesses of others, and (the best leadership quality of all) his skill at nurturing those strengths. Although it's shown in his interactions with many characters, with Laurent in particular, it's made clear that he never tries to change Laurent or the way he does things; he instead, as a good leader does, guides Laurent to focus his approach for the best outcome.

Arguing for the well-being of the Akielon slaves in Captive Prince, especially when he says, "To abuse someone who cannot resist--isn't that monstrous?" It's the reader's clearest introduction to Damen's views on consent, and also marks some foreshadowing of what Damen's character arc and ongoing development encompasses: it is a point which he comes to evaluate in regards to his own behaviour toward slaves--from truly believing that there is such a thing as benevolent slave ownership, toward understanding that a choice removed is not a choice made. We love an introspective, self-aware king of character development <3

Throwing the sword in Prince's Gambit, absolute madlad. Insane behaviour in light of him declaring earlier in the book that "Laurent didn't need to be protected from anything." He's so driven by his need to protect, again and again, but I love this moment because of the way he explains it to Laurent. He says, "you are the only person I have seen working to stop [the war]. I couldn’t let him hurt you." It's so great because Damen has been raised to be a King; he has been raised to put his duty before everything else. He is so worried about not measuring up, about failing to live up to his father's legacy, that he at that moment cannot allow himself to compromise that for what he would see as selfish reasons. He does something which he finds horrendous--killing his countryman, compromising his strident belief in the value of human life--to save Laurent, yet must justify it as being for 'the greater good' so that he can continue to live with himself.

"Not for me. I'll tell you how it was when I'm done." Peak Damianos moment. It's cocky, it's dryly funny, but it's also about consent. It's Damen trying, as usual, to give Laurent ease and comfort when they're together. It's him telling Laurent, you get to control how you participate in sex. It's Damen checking in and creating a safe space for Laurent, but in a way that won't take him out of the moment or make him self-conscious. Sex positivity champion!

"I am Damianos of Akielos, and I surrender to my brother." NOBLE SACRIFICE IN THE NAME OF LOVE. But also, it will forever and always be about protecting those who need it, and seeing justice prevail. It's about the most Kingly act of all, which is laying yourself down in defence of those who need it. Thinking about the thread of 'loneliness' as a theme which runs through the books, for both Damen and Laurent--like when Damen says, "I'm glad you weren't alone" to Laurent on their 'morning after'; when the Regent horrendously imitates Laurent, saying "Uncle, don't leave me alone"; when Damen realises, "He thinks he's alone," before surrendering at Ios to defend Laurent. It's the ultimate sacrifice in acknowledgement of what his own actions resulted in--the completion of the narrative cycle, where the one who removed the shield becomes the shield. I could scream about it constantly, the absolute poignancy.

I got carried away lmao I love him so much 😭😭😭 the way he grows across the books is just so special to me ❤️‍🔥 who is doing it like Damianos (absolutely no one)

Anywayyyy hope you enjoyed these Damianos moments tysm mate you're the greatest xoxo

#damianos of akielos #captive prince #asks #i haven't proofread this so sorry about typos #i could've just. gone on and on with references and examples #it's already so long though lol

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optiwashere · 29 days

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B5 for the moon lesbians please...... I have been starving for so long.......

Thanks for requesting this one anon, and you have the very last of this batch! Now my inbox is cleaned up, and I hope everyone had a fun time with these prompt fics 💜

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B5. A character that isn't used to being protected finds someone who will protect them from anything

The daughter of her goddess likely only knew protecting others. She only knew how to be the interceding shield suffering the pains of a fierce blow. She knew how to wield a sword for justice, with anger, and with a fierce, nearly unshakable pride.

Isobel knew, however, that Aylin had never known what it meant to be the one who needed the shield. They stood in the otherwise empty camp in a secluded bayside alleyway. Aylin paced on the small bridge while Isobel watched, irritated.

"You need rest, Aylin," Isobel insisted.

"Our comrades march onward to certain death into the grip of that madwoman Orin," said Aylin, hand tightening into a fist that lasted for only a breath. She turned to Isobel. "How dare I lounge when they suffer?"

"My love, do you remember what you said when you returned from that wizard's tower?"

"Lorroakan? That swine was no wizard, he was—"

"Aylin." Isobel steeled her voice and glowered at Aylin.

A sudden, almost sheepish reticence crossed Aylin's face. "I suffered a lassitude that I still feel. It is as if I am a piece of twine coming apart at both ends, and I cannot understand why I am being pulled taut."

"You need rest. Contemplation." Isobel approached her, resting a hand on Aylin's chest. "You are a warrior, but you don't have to fight every battle if there are others capable of doing so."

"I shall let none believe that Dame Aylin flees a battle."

"You are not fleeing," chided Isobel, "but you are letting me sit with you. You'll let me have that, won't you? We can talk. We can watch the bay."

She gestured towards the open waters with a few unmoored ships floating in an almost idyllic tenderness. The waves around the ships hardly crested. Even the wind was gentle. A light breeze slid between both women as they looked across the water.

"Will it be like those days before?" Aylin asked softly.

"Yes, of course."

"Will you...?"

Isobel waited, but she knew Aylin wouldn't say it. "I'll name every kind of bird that flies past us, and I'll brush your hair all the while. If only you'll let me."

Still gazing upon the waves, the corner of Aylin's scar-cracked lips curled into a faint smile. "I would like that."

#bg3 fanfiction #dame aylin #isobel thorm #aylin x isobel #my fic #anotheropti prompt fics #because It's Me - I had to make this more like protecting Aylin in an almost spiritual but certainly loving sense #OK but real talk... I didn't expect to get so many aylin/isobel prompts lmao #because I'm not really an Aylin/Isobel writer #the hunger for more is obviously there though

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flamingtoads · 4 months

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What is Hackle you ask? Hackle is a ship name referring to Miss Ada Cackle (Headmistress and Spells Teacher of Cackle's Academy) and Miss Hecate Hardbroom (Deputy Headmistress and Potions Teacher of Cackle's Academy) from the show Worst Witch (2017). In other words it's dem lesbian witches I keep drawing over and over. They got it all, loyalty, tenderness, THE CLOSENESS!! Just watch the first episode and you'll understand!

Is it worth watching? If you enjoy silly shows, cute dynamics, and all things that are witchy, then yes! But if you're not a fan of occasional bad writing and character development that will undoubtedly be forgotten the very next episode, this show might not be for you. Lol

All that being said have a cute little hackle wip that may or may not be an available sticker in the future!! 🤗💕

#it was only an option on the poll as a trap!#i just wanted to talk about my favorite worst witch ship >:3 #and rant a little about the show because i'm currently re-watching it #you've been smeckledorfed!#toad rambles #also if you're not into hackle there will be other ships from worst witch as well as other art for different fandoms #i recently went through ALL my art files #even tho there are like 300+ which was a total nightmare btw #i didn't label shit and all my folders were unorganized and don't even get me started on how many layers i went through

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sebbianas · 9 months

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i am a lesbian lily believer and before you roll your eyes and say “she married james and had a son! she’s not a lesbian” or “you’re just saying that because you ship jegulus” i need you to put on you thinking cap and listen to me

at the tender age of 11 or so i think lily get accepted into hogwarts and her sister, who’s opinion she obviously cares about, called her a freak. here she was getting into a school that was magical and her sister calls her a freak. and then when she got to the said school she was called names and looked down on because she was different.

my personal headcanon for lily is that though her parents didnt reject her for being a witch they also didnt connect well with her after that, she was different and they loved her but they could never truly understand her anymore. she lives in between two world, one world where she was looked down on for being muggleborn and the other where she was just too different and too special and they cant truly understand who she is

lily, who is smart and powerful desperately trying to prove her worth in the magical world but still being sweet and humble to prove she’s still her parents daughter, finding out that there’s a reason her eyes follows the way Mary Macdonald’s hand movements, there’s a reason she blushes and get flustered when Pandora Lovegood smiles at her and joins her table at the library, there’s a reason why Emmeline Vance’s laughter warms her heart and makes her stop what she’s doing so she can stare. she knows deep in her heart what she is but does she really want to give the world more reason to reject her?

and james, sweet wonderful james, who loves her and wants her and he’s the safe choice, he’ll give her a family, one she wont have to prove herself to, and she can learn to love him. she already does anyway but maybe not in the way he deserves but its enough love to keep him happy and warm, its a love that she knows its true. he loves her and maybe its not in the way she wants but its enough.

they could learn to be enough for each other because in this world trying is good enough.

they get married young, started family young. to prove to herself there’s nothing wrong with her, to prove to james that she loves him and that he’s enough for her. because they wanted a family and all they had was each other.

and she holds her son, and she loves him so much. its a love that goes beyond her and goes beyond anything she has ever felt. in that moment she knew she did the right thing. james would never love her the way she wanted. she could never love james the way he deserved. but little harry? they would love him with all theyve got and maybe thats enough for them.

#this a commentary on comphet and how it affected lily #lily evans

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coconuttiee · 18 days

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MY EAH RAREPAIR (cerise x cupid) HEAR ME OUT

so i was talking to my girlfriend about this rarepair ive had in the back of my head that i feel like the eah yuri nation should consider

pink and red color coded sapphics

shy standoffish girl x peppy but tender girl

when cerise is having her lesbian awakening (theres no way that girl likes men cmon now) she goes to cupid for her help. and cupid tries to help thinking she wants to find a boy but doesnt know what, but the more time she spends with cerise she realizes that she aint looking for a boy. shes looking for a girl and she doesnt even know it

cerise will be spending time with cupid a lot, meaning that she will start to love her loving personality how she puts everyone else first how trustworthy and understanding she is 5- at some point cupid finds out about cerises secret but decides not to say anything. its not her place to say, if cerise feels comfortable shell tell her. when cerise finally does tell her cupid will be like really accepting which will throw off cerise. like “wait, this isnt weird to you?” “cerise, ive known this whole time” “wha- wait why didnt you say anything why didnt you expose my secret why.. why????” “because that sort of secret doesnt belong to me, its your story to tell.” which makes cerise fall even harder

symbolism!!!! the sweet and innocent with the aggresive and antisocial… just like red riding hood and the big bad wolf

my girlfriend actually brought this up: what if cerise was the first person she told about monster high? since they would be dating and if cupid tells cerise about monster high, maybe cerise will feel less alone being half werewolf

ive dubbed it curise but im open to any ship noun suggestions

gimmie some of your ideas!!!!

#eah #ever after high #cerise hood #cupid #cupid x cerise #cerise x cupid #curise #what the flip hastag yuri #please tell me im not alone

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taylortruther · 4 months

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That NYT piece is unhinged, and it will make the Kaylors feel like the New York Times agrees with them. Why can’t they just stan genuinely gay artists, not a woman who has only publicly dated men, and who has said this speculation makes her uncomfortable?

i think it's okay that the ny times wants to post opinion pieces like this - like it or not, taylor's sexual identity is a hot topic and has been one for years now, and the interest around it does speak to our societal concerns!

but i think this article in particular pushes a lot of thoughts that i have to challenge whenever i see them. primarily, that songs about fear or yearning in love are exclusively queer topics, and that a woman couldn't feel specific ways around a man. when it comes to taylor specifically, this article (and many similar ones) neglects to mention that she feels fear and trapped because she's felt hunted (by the media, "hunters with cellphones") every time she leaves the house. she's described men in her life being uncomfortable with her security or being seen with her or associated with her. she explicitly stated multiple times in her music and in miss americana that she found happiness with joe because it was happiness without outside input, and she had to unlearn an entire belief system (that she needed to be good and liked) in order to find security again.

i always understood why queer people saw themselves in her music. because fearing being "found out," needing secrecy, having to hide what you truly mean, is a completely relatable queer experience in a world that is so unfriendly to us. the writer touches on this at the beginning, too, with chely wright saying a huge star would need to come out in order to truly break up the status quo, and by saying that queer readings (even if they're "wrong") are necessary to normalize equality... but i think not diving deeper neglects a critical piece of this discussion. taylor's anxieties about fame and love are necessary to understanding her work, with or without the queer lens.

also, i think it's just glib sexism that makes people think that her tender love songs couldn't be written by a man. i don't know why the author thinks inthaf and hits different can ONLY be about women because nothing in them is gendered. maroon, sure, the line about lips is titillatingly questionable. but some gaylors have also said this about cardigan (men don't dance!), or treacherous (men don't use their hands in sex!), or so it goes (there's definitely not an extremely well-known sex act called a pearl necklace absolutely not) and like... even if taylor was a gold star lesbian, and wrote those songs about women, they still... could easily apply... to one's experiences with men...

idk like i hate this idea that queer people and straight people experience love in completely different ways. YES, societal/historical context changes how we experience the world. but we are still the same species. we still experience heartbreak and yearning and fear and joy and love and peace with people.

#this was rant #hot taykes

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k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl · 9 months

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Saw @cowgirlpolyamory 's post and wanted to take a shot at writing it from the robots perspective, one of my first attempts at writing so pls be nice, i will cry if ur mean to me <3

oh and @ceo-of-lesbians if u wanna read

Following a mechanic girl into their workshop, laying down on their workbench

My screen watching intently as they slowly removed my external plating, my internals exposed under her gayze, everything exposed and laid out bare, the gentle humming of my fans slowly growing louder, my faceplate growing warmer at the vulnerability.

My limbs go limp as she swiftly disconnects the cables powering them, i watch carefully as she works to unfasten bolts one by one around one of my motors, placing them somewhere out of view, time passes slowly, my internal clock ticking as the minutes go by, more parts being removed slowly and gently with love and care.

As she works I feel more parts removed, my internals taken out and placed gently like she’s recreating my schematics. Slowly more and more parts are taken until I feel my sensors disconnect, unable to see her work but still feeling all of it as I'm laid bare on the workbench.

I feel her watching my parts as they hum and whir beneath her, she looks over my chassis for what feels like an eternity, my systems connected to some sort of cooling system but i feel the heat rising across my parts, impossibly flustered under her touch.

After what feels like forever, slowly cables begin to reconnect, wires find their homes and bolts tighten into place, my entire system being rebuilt perfectly, a soft tender touch to every movement, my motors sparking to life, my vision is the last system restored, light beaming into my screen as its slowly converted into signals my processors can understand. Staring down at my body, completely identical to how it was when I came in hours before. Running diagnostics reveals that I am running just as well as I was before, no changes, but something has changed. All my parts have been handled with love and care, my entire system taken, loved and cared for before being rebuilt from memory. The intimacy forever being written into my memory.

If you wanna support me - Ko-fi

#robots #Amity's writing

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redjadethewriter · 10 days

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My take on Blank The Series:

Age Gaps, GL, and Trauma

To make a slow-burn romance interesting to watch, especially with age gaps, regarding WLW relationships, we need many elements.

First, we need a decent cast pair. Second, we need believable performances from the actors who play these complex emotional characters. Third, we need drama. We need a reason behind each action and dialogue exchange between the characters. This is where the story becomes important. We have the characters' story and the plot of the major stuff going down. The back story of the two main characters is the most important to flesh out more than the side or supporting characters.

I'm just going to say it: I'm impressed by the performance of the two actresses who gave life to these characters.

Lately, I've had several coronaries because Thai GL has turned me into a Junkie for their content more than my own countries' versions of sapphic relationships. And they are making age-gap relationships so much more compelling to watch.

The premise is as basic as it comes in terms of story arcs. Actually, I agree with some people that "Blank" and "Gap the Series" were gender-swapped stories. Usually, a wealthy older man falls in love with a young girl. So, now we have an older prominent woman falling in love with the young girl instead, but they made it more tender and somewhat light-hearted. I understand this is an adaptation of a naughty novel, which is fantastic. I write naughty, too. But the series is more tasteful. It focuses more on the crucial aspects versus the naughty.

By the way, I enjoyed the playfulness in both the shows. It's nice to have playful flirting involved versus extreme seduction right out of the gate. Both shows remind me how a romantic relationship or even pursuing a special someone can have a silly, playful approach. It doesn't have to always be serious and get to the sexy stuff. As an older Lesbian, I have a similar playful nature when I'm allowed to express it. Thus, I feel for the older characters willing to become playful with their much younger romantic partners.

However, there's one thing I can relate to since I'm in my late 30s. Is the extreme insecurity of being romantically involved with someone younger than you? In Blank the Series, the age gap difference is 16 years. I'm glad they raised the age bar because it would've caused a lot of issues.

It's funny because I was the girl in my early 20s who hooked up and dated older women in their 30s. The age gap was not 16, but 13 years between me and the older women I had short-term relationships with. So, watching the interaction between Khun Nueng and Anueng, oh my gosh, right way, I thought Khun Nueng was in trouble in so many ways.

Now that my position in life has switched and I'm a similar age to the women I used to date, I understand the complexities they went through. You just only know once you experience it for yourself. Insecurities around age are an enormous factor in reality and in this story. More than the woman loving women aspect or even the drama of others accepting the relationship. Really, the destruction comes from the older woman who can't deal with falling in love with someone younger than them. When you sprinkle trauma on top, with a side of keeping a facade or reputation, it can get chaotic super fast.

Not only did Khun Nueng become attracted to Anueng quickly, but she couldn't resist turning Anueng away, no matter what. The actress performed those rigid responses really well because, in reality, I would have to visit a chiropractor to break my body. The tension alone of repressing my desires would turn me into a ball of knots. Especially if I had no willpower to turn away the person. Ugh... I don't even wanna think about that. Because knowing my karma, something would put me in that position in life. I even resist dating any women in their early 30s. In the late 20s, I will say to the sky, "F***...Why me?" I'm like that anyway each time I fall for a woman. "Oh, f***...Why me?"

I have to sprinkle some satire on this topic because I can already see that the root of every decision and action Khun Nueng makes is based on that insecurity. Internally, she doesn't want to believe Anueng when she constantly says she only wants to be with her and loves her. It doesn't matter how often it's said; it is something that Khun Nueng must overcome regarding age-gap insecurities.

In the ending scene of episode 6, I reacted, "You totally just wanna keep piling on the torment, don't yah?" It's clear throughout the six episodes that she's in love with the girl. She can't even admit that she gets jealous. And oh my gosh, older adults' actions regarding jealousy are more diabolical than younger people. Actually, the older you get, the more sinister it gets. The passive aggressiveness turns up. Believe me... The sky is the limit on tactfulness and mind-f***ing when women get vengeful. Oh, my gosh... I still love women, regardless. LOL! Sweet as poison.

Khun Nueng's stoic demeanor is just a mask. She represses her emotions and vulnerability. Khun Nueng abides by stoicism, which rarely benefits emotional growth. We witness this when she refrains from showing anyone her weakness, so she doesn't cry in front of people, even at her grandmother's wake. When she finally ends up alone and breaks down, Anueng shows up, and Khun Nueng feels safe enough to break down in front of her. Which is hard to do that. I also have a stoic facade, so I recognize that bullshit a mile away, and I know exactly how hard it is to repress grief. Once it erupts, it hurts like hell, but I knew Khun Nueng was fully F*** because there's really no turning back with that kind of intimate exchange they had.

I can't wait for season 2 to see how that bites her in the behind.

Obviously, I don't want Khun Nueng to suffer anymore, but through her mistakes and emotional and mental anguish, she will learn what or who is truly important to her because she's dumb. Just because we are in our 30s or late 30s doesn't mean we are free from stupidity. She definitely needs to make better choices and stop playing so many mind games to protect her ego. She needs to learn to be more upfront about her feelings and wants.

Hopefully, we get that.

I have faith they will.

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